The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Inside the hall, Gongsun Ruoxi ignored Tan Yun completely, ascending the stairs to the second floor gracefully, but paused slightly when she heard Tan Yun’s question to a waiter: “Where are the high-grade Flying Soul Swords?” She turned to see Tan Yun asking, raising her beautifully arched eyebrows in surprise—this slave dared to buy high-grade Flying Soul Swords? High-grade magical weapons and high-grade Flying Soul Swords are on the second floor.” Hearing this, Tan Yun immediately walked strai...
Sweat poured down Ma Chi’s face from the pain. His body twisted under the torment. He looked at Gongsun Ruoxi with fear, stammering incompletely, “Senior Sister Gongsun… i-is… he… is it… Ye Wen… right?”
Hearing this, Gongsun Ruoxi’s gaze on Ma Chi turned even colder and sterner. “Do you realize that your actions have damaged the reputation of Wanbaoling Pavilion?”
“You ignored the visitors first, then struck them. According to the rules of this establishment, you must be punished with one hundred strikes with a staff!”
Gongsun Ruoxi spoke in an icy tone, “Security, carry out the punishment immediately!”
“Yes, Senior Sister Gongsun!” At that moment, three assistants of Wanbaoling Pavilion rushed to Ma Chi.
Two of them held him tightly on the ground, while the third wielded a wooden staff. After a brief pause, he struck Ma Chi’s buttocks with full force.
“Whack!”
The staff hit hard, the sound echoing, blood splattering across the floor. Ma Chi’s body was brutally battered.
“Senior Sister Gongsun… I know I was wrong… please spare my life… ah!”
Gongsun Ruoxi remained unmoved by any pleas.
Amid the long screams, Ma Chi fainted, barely able to breathe. By the time all one hundred strikes were delivered, he was nearly at death’s door.
“Take him away. He no longer needs to enter Wanbaoling Pavilion.”
Meanwhile, beneath the calm gaze of Zhong Han Dong, he recalled Tan Yun’s earlier attack and felt an urge to tear him apart.
But reasoning and composure restrained him; he could not act against Tan Yun, especially in front of the deity he revered, lest he lose his calm.
He wanted to strangle Tan Yun in his mind but appeared polite outwardly, pressing his hands together in a formal greeting:
“Young master, I admit I was rude just now. Please forgive me.”
Tan Yun returned the gesture with folded hands, though his words almost enraged Zhong Han Dong.
“Senior Zhong, we are both reasonable people. You already want to strangle me, yet you pretend like this. Aren’t you tired?”
“Haha, this young master is quite amusing,” Zhong Han Dong thought, the murderous intent in his eyes temporarily hidden behind a calm, courteous demeanor. “I appreciate straightforward people. May I ask your name and place of origin? I may visit you someday.”
“This one is truly annoying,” Tan Yun thought, choosing not to engage further.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Someone outside said, “Senior Zhong, the teacher is calling.”
“Understood.” Zhong Han Dong glanced politely at Gongsun Ruoxi. “Young sister Gongsun, it seems I cannot go to check the accounts. My apologies.”
“That’s fine,” Gongsun Ruoxi replied calmly. “Second Elder is waiting. You should return.”
“Then I’ll return to the clinic first, and I will come see you after finishing,” Zhong Han Dong said, smiling at Tan Yun before leaving gracefully.
Inside the hall, Gongsun Ruoxi ignored Tan Yun completely, ascending the stairs to the second floor gracefully, but paused slightly when she heard Tan Yun’s question to a waiter:
“Where are the high-grade Flying Soul Swords?”
She turned to see Tan Yun asking, raising her beautifully arched eyebrows in surprise—this slave dared to buy high-grade Flying Soul Swords?
Though still suspicious, she continued to the second floor, slowing her pace.
At that moment, recalling Ma Chi’s example, the waiter swallowed his words intended to insult Tan Yun and instead smiled professionally.
“Apologies, young master. Are you here to purchase or just inquire about prices?”
“What business is that of yours?” Tan Yun replied coldly.
“Damn! What are you pretending to do!” the waiter thought, then answered, “The first floor sells magical weapons below high-grade. High-grade magical weapons and high-grade Flying Soul Swords are on the second floor.”
Hearing this, Tan Yun immediately walked straight to the second floor.
Arriving on the second floor ahead of him, Gongsun Ruoxi performed a graceful bow, then sat on a jade chair behind the counter, opening the ledger to check the inventory page by page.
Tan Yun walked calmly past the counter, seemingly aimless, gliding along the second-floor balcony filled with shelves of high-grade and supreme-grade magical weapons.
The attendant following him remained behind, glaring with annoyance and contempt. If not for the shop rules requiring them to follow visitors to the second floor to inspect merchandise and answer questions, they would not have bothered chasing after this filthy slave boy.
The second floor, spanning 300 feet, was filled with shelves of various magical weapons—swords, sabers, spears, halberds, scythes, staves—each piece clearly labeled with its price.
Time passed slowly. Tan Yun walked deliberately, his eyes scanning each weapon. Occasionally, a slight smile of appreciation appeared; other times, a disdainful smirk.
After 30 minutes, the shop attendant could no longer endure and finally asked in a clearly irritated tone:
“I don’t mean to be rude, but young master, what exactly are you trying to do? Are you planning to buy something special?”
Tan Yun didn’t answer. He turned back, frowning.
“Why isn’t there a supreme-grade Flying Soul Sword that integrates all 11 attributes: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Lightning, Time, Space, Light, and Death?”
The shop attendant seemed to have realized something, forcing out a hesitant smile. “Wh-what… you want to buy that?”
“Mm,” Tan Yun replied. To release the Ancient God Slayer Sword Technique, he would need a Flying Soul Sword of that caliber.
Upon hearing this, the attendant’s face turned red with anger.
“That brat! How dare you come to Wanbaoling Pavilion to cause trouble! Have you ever seen anyone use all 11 types of Flying Soul Swords simultaneously?”
“All of our brothers and elders in the weapon-crafting sect do not sit idly creating useless swords like these!”
His voice carried loud enough for Gongsun Ruoxi, who was still checking the ledger, to hear.
A sudden chill flashed across her beautiful eyes. In an instant, her graceful form vanished from the jade chair and appeared before Tan Yun, stern and unyielding.
“You are not welcome here. Leave immediately!”
“Hmph?” Tan Yun frowned, his voice low. “What do you mean?”
“What do you mean?” Gongsun Ruoxi’s gaze was like a blade. “In this world, no one can wield all 11 types of Flying Soul Swords at the same time. It’s clear you came here just to make trouble!”
“Heh,” Tan Yun chuckled coldly. “Beautiful as you are, Gongsun, let me tell you something: there are many things you don’t know—but that doesn’t mean they never happened.”
“If the shop doesn’t have that model, I’ll have to buy other Flying Soul Swords instead.”
Having said that, Tan Yun waved his hand. One Flying Soul Sword floated up from the 11 east-side shelves on the second floor, hovering before him.
These 11 Flying Soul Swords were all supreme-grade, each possessing a different attribute—excluding Ancient and Demon attributes.
Tan Yun had carefully selected all 11 weapons based on his prior observations.
The reason was simple: he could discern from their appearances that the crafting techniques of these 11 swords were far more refined and skilled than all the others.
Now, Gongsun Ruoxi’s eyes fixed immediately on the 11 swords. Suddenly, as if she had realized something, her delicate body trembled violently, pausing in place. Her beautiful eyes reflected deep, soul-level fear!
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