The Supreme Being Against Heaven

The hundreds of disciples lined up to buy flying swords were all fairly wealthy—after all, they could take out “millions” of low-grade spirit stones without hesitation.

However, they all seemed to recognize the fat man’s identity, and voluntarily made way for him.

Only after he jumped off the stage did they begin to step up one after another to make their purchases.

While the hundreds were trading, the remaining disciples continued to line up without end.

In just 1 shichen—

Tan Yun had sold a total of 1,987 swords!

Among the more than 1,000,000 disciples, there were even hundreds who borrowed spirit stones from close friends just to afford one.

Almost another 1 shichen later, all of Tan Yun’s low-grade spirit flying swords and greatswords were completely sold out.

In front of him, piles of low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones stacked into small mountains, shimmering dazzlingly.

“Tan Yun, we’ve finished counting the spirit stones,” Mu Mengyi said with a smile.
“In total, 2,115 low-grade spirit weapons were sold. Converted entirely into mid-grade spirit stones, that comes to 148,050,000 stones!”

“Wow! That much?!” Xue Ziyan clapped excitedly.

Even Zhong Wu Shiyao couldn’t help but feel shaken—this was the largest amount of spirit stones she had ever seen in her life!

Tan Yun nodded in satisfaction, then cupped his fists toward Song Qingqiu and said with a smile:
“Elder, may I exchange these low-grade spirit stones for mid-grade ones here? Of course… if high-grade would be even better.”

“Haha, kid, you want high-grade?” Song Qingqiu smiled kindly.
“Not only do I not have any—even if I did, I wouldn’t exchange them for you!”

He then added,
“How about this—I’ll help you exchange them into high-grade spirit stones instead?”

“High-grade? Excellent! Thank you, Elder!” Tan Yun bowed deeply.

Song Qingqiu nodded and ordered Steward Wang of the Treasury Hall to bring high-grade spirit stones.

Soon, Steward Wang returned, jumped onto the stage, verified the amount with Tan Yun, then stored all the spirit stones into his storage ring and handed Tan Yun 1,480,500 high-grade spirit stones.

(1 supreme-grade spirit stone = 100 high-grade = 10,000 mid-grade = 1,000,000 low-grade)

Steward Wang understood clearly—if it were anyone else, the Grand Elder would never have agreed to such an exchange. But because Song Qingqiu valued Tan Yun, he was willing to help.

“Tan Yun, you are a genius among geniuses. I look forward to your performance after entering the inner sect—do not disappoint the Grand Elder,” Steward Wang said with a smile.

“Thank you for your blessing. I will not disappoint the Grand Elder,” Tan Yun replied with a slight bow.

“Good, then I’ll take my leave.”

After Steward Wang stepped down from the stage, Tan Yun noticed that Xue Ziyan was staring at the spirit stones with sparkling eyes.

“Ahem.” He coughed lightly.
“I’ll keep these spirit stones for now. After we enter the inner sect, I’ll go buy the spirit weapons you need.”

“Mm!” Xue Ziyan smiled sweetly, her eyes full of anticipation.

Then, Tan Yun stored all the spirit stones into his storage ring, took Mu Mengyi’s hand, and together with Zhong Wu Shiyao, Xue Ziyan, and Rongrong, stepped down from the ranking stage.

Amid the dense crowd, Tan Yun began inspecting the more than 2,000 storage rings he had obtained from the killings in Twilight Divine Valley, including those of the 9th Elder, the 10th Elder, and the Enforcement Elder.

In the end—

From the rings of the 3 elders, he found 20 supreme-grade spirit stones and 2,300,000 high-grade spirit stones!

From the remaining rings combined, there were 100 high-grade spirit stones, 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones, and 85,000,000 low-grade spirit stones!

With such immense wealth, Tan Yun decided that as soon as he entered the inner sect and settled down, he would head to the inner sect market to purchase the necessary items without delay.

However—

As the arrival of the 9 core disciples drew near, Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao, who were worried about Tan Yun, no longer had smiles on their faces.

What replaced them… was worry that could not be concealed.

Even Xue Ziyan, who was usually carefree and lively, had unknowingly fallen silent.

“What must come… will come. What must be faced… must be faced,” Tan Yun thought to himself. Then he smiled reassuringly at Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao.
“Don’t worry. I know how to handle it.”

“But you must promise me—no matter what happens, do not step forward to protect me, understood?”

“I don’t want you to be dragged into trouble because of me. Just trust me… I’ll be fine.”

Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded gently.

At that moment, Song Qingqiu suddenly raised his head to look toward the eastern horizon, his expression turning serious.

“Everyone, be silent! The 9 core disciples of the inner sect… have arrived!”

In the blink of an eye—

the once noisy crowd fell completely silent.

More than 1,000,000 disciples all raised their heads to look toward the eastern sky, their eyes filled with excitement and undisguised anticipation.

This was the first time since entering the sect—aside from a select few with special backgrounds—that ordinary disciples could witness the “9 core disciples” of the inner sect with their own eyes.

A sense of pride… surged within everyone’s hearts!

Whoosh—

Before long, a spirit vessel shot out from the sea of clouds in the east.

In just an instant, the spirit vessel—over 100 zhang long—pierced through the air with a powerful gust before descending steadily onto the battle stage.

On the vessel—

stood 6 white-haired elderly men, 1 elderly woman with graying hair, and 2 women who appeared to be around 20 years old.

Everyone understood well—appearance could not be used to judge a cultivator’s true age.

Someone who looked around 90 years old might have lived for hundreds of years.

The 6 elderly men, who appeared about 90 yet exuded immense power, were:

The Grand Elder of the Five Souls lineage, Wu Qingquan, titled “Daoist of Five Souls”
The Grand Elder of the Wind and Thunder lineage, Hu Yusheng, titled “Daoist of Wind and Thunder”
The Grand Elder of the Beast Soul lineage, Wu Hong, titled “Daoist of Beast Soul”
The Grand Elder of the Holy Soul lineage, Linghu Changhe, titled “Daoist of Holy Soul”
The Grand Elder of the Ancient Soul lineage, Huangfu Shenkun, titled “Daoist of Ancient Soul”
And the Grand Elder of the Formation lineage, Tang Xuanfeng, titled “Daoist of Qiankun”

The only elderly woman was:

Zhu Danrong, Grand Elder of the Talisman lineage, titled “Daoist of Talisman”

As for the 2 women, whose graceful figures moved like the wind, they were:

The Grand Elder of the Artifact Refining lineage, Murong Daozi
And the Grand Elder of the Alchemy lineage, Bingqing Daozi

Among the 9 core disciples—

Murong Daozi and Bingqing Daozi stood out the most!

Not only did they possess high status, but they were also among the “Top 12 Beauties of the Inner Sect”!

Murong Daozi wore a long pink dress as thin as cicada wings, clinging to her body and revealing her alluring curves. Her slender waist looked as though it could be held with one hand.

She was as beautiful as a fallen fairy—yet within her eyes lingered a faint trace of loneliness.

As for Bingqing Daozi—

she wore a flowing golden-patterned robe. Her brows were like a painting, her phoenix eyes elegant, her skin as white as snow, and her figure slender and graceful.

Her translucent skirt faintly revealed her long, straight legs—appearing and disappearing with each movement.

Her gaze was calm… so calm that it seemed almost cold.

Though her beauty was flawless—

her only shortcoming was that she was slightly too slender.

Yet… that slenderness did not make her appear weak.

On the contrary—

it gave her a delicate elegance that made anyone who saw her… unable to resist wanting to cherish her.

--Translated by likesnovel--