The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Tan Yun suddenly turned around and saw Gongsun Ruoxi slowly walking toward him, her خطوات graceful like a blooming lotus.

She stopped in front of him elegantly. A gentle breeze brushed past, strands of hair by her ear swaying softly, carrying a faint, pure fragrance to his nose.

“It is difficult in life to find a true confidant. Now that I’ve found one, I naturally don’t wish to let go,” Gongsun Ruoxi lowered her head slightly before lifting her gaze to Tan Yun. “Which elder of the cultivation line are you a disciple of?”

Tan Yun paused for a moment, then replied calmly,
“If fate allows, we will meet again. Farewell.”

Before Gongsun Ruoxi could say anything further, Tan Yun stepped onto his flying sword and soared away without even turning back once.

Watching his figure fade into the distance, a complex emotion flashed across Gongsun Ruoxi’s flawless face.

She was 1 of the top 3 prodigies in the Artifact Forging line and also ranked among the 13 most beautiful women of the inner disciples. Any male disciple who met her would wish to get close and befriend her.

She had always believed she would never take the initiative to approach a man. Yet today, she realized she had overestimated herself—there were still men in this world unmoved by her beauty.

And that mysterious man in servant’s clothing was undoubtedly one of them.

A sense of defeat welled up in Gongsun Ruoxi’s heart. She clenched her fists tightly, staring at Tan Yun’s distant figure, her lips trembling.

“I will find you in the cultivation lines… I will definitely find you!”

As Gongsun Ruoxi turned and walked into Wanbao Spirit Hall, the hundreds of disciples still gathered around looked at each other in utter confusion.

“Damn it! What exactly just happened!? That miscellaneous disciple injured someone from Wanbao Ling Pavilion and still left safely!?”

“Yeah! Am I seeing things? Or hearing things? Senior Sister Gongsun actually tried to befriend him, and he refused!?”

“Heavens… can someone tell me what is going on? Who exactly is that miscellaneous disciple!?”

“…”

Amid the noisy discussions, at a street corner not far away, 5 groups of disciples—36 people in total—were staring greedily at Tan Yun’s departing figure. They mounted their flying swords and followed him from a distance.

Judging from their attire, the 36 people were divided as follows:
7 from the Artifact Forging line
6 from the Formation line
5 from the Alchemy line
10 from the Talisman line
and 8 from the Wind-Thunder line

All 36 released their spiritual senses without concealment, locking directly onto Tan Yun.

In the eyes of others, Tan Yun was merely a level 7 miscellaneous disciple at the 1st level of the Embryonic Soul Realm. There was no way he could detect their surveillance—let alone know he was being followed…

But in reality, Tan Yun had long been aware of all 36 of their positions.

“Hmph… follow me then. Once I finish my business, I’ll deal with all of you!” Tan Yun sped across rooftops on his flying sword before landing on the street where the Spirit Spring had once been auctioned.

He stored his flying sword and entered the Jubao Hui Auction House, coming out shortly after.

Then he crossed the street into the Huangfu Shengxing district. After a short while, he turned back, mounted his flying sword again, and headed toward the city gate…

Earlier, after entering both auction houses, Tan Yun had inquired about their next opening times and learned they would reopen in 1 month.

He also asked whether flying swords possessing all 11 attributes—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Time, Space, Light, and Death—had ever appeared in auctions. Unfortunately, none had ever been seen.

Thus, Tan Yun decided to return in 1 month, hoping suitable materials for forging might appear.

As for other weapon shops, he didn’t bother asking at all—if even Wanbao Ling Pavilion, the most renowned and well-stocked place, didn’t have it, there was no need to consider others.

As Tan Yun neared the city gate on his flying sword, the killing intent in his star-like eyes grew stronger.

He could clearly sense it—the 36 strands of spiritual perception were still locked onto him.

Upon arriving at the gate, Tan Yun did not immediately fly out. Instead, he put away his sword, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips, and stepped outside the city.

He stopped in front of the law enforcement disciple who had extorted him earlier and said coldly:

“Return the mid-grade spirit stone you took from me before.”

The enforcement disciple froze briefly, then looked at Tan Yun as if he were a fool and sneered,

“Heh… what did you just say, you trash? Say it again!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

At that very moment, blurred figures began appearing one after another. Another 19 law enforcement disciples—each at level 8 of the 1st level of the Embryonic Soul Realm and stationed at the city gate—completely surrounded Tan Yun!

Since the other side had not yet made a move, Tan Yun was naturally not foolish enough to violate the sect rules by striking first. His plan was clear—to provoke them into making the first move!

Tan Yun stepped forward, stared coldly at the enforcement disciple in front of him, and said word by word:
“You trash. Return my spirit stone.”

Since birth, that enforcement disciple had never been humiliated by a miscellaneous disciple like this. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot with rage!

“You worthless dog! You dare insult a law enforcement disciple like me!?”

As soon as the roar fell, a punch shot toward Tan Yun!

“Bang!”

Tan Yun, who appeared unable to resist, was blasted several zhang away. After crashing to the ground, he got up, pointed at the other party, and shouted back:

“You bastard! How dare you attack me!?”

“I understand now—you people bully miscellaneous disciples, extort spirit stones, and take bribes behind the scenes! I will report this to the higher-ups of the sect!”

As he spoke, Tan Yun pointed toward a fat man reclining on a rocking chair, watching the scene, and said angrily:

“Especially you, you fat bastard! You’re the one giving orders, aren’t you!? Let me tell you—according to sect rules, this is a serious crime. Your cultivation will be crippled, and you’ll be expelled from the sect!”

“Just wait—I’ll expose all of you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Yun summoned his flying sword, preparing to soar into the sky.

“Whoosh!”

The fat man—at the Great Perfection of the 1st level of the Embryonic Soul Realm—shot to his feet instantly. After sweeping his gaze around and confirming no one was nearby, he gave a low, cold order:

“This lowly slave is courting death. Don’t blame me for being ruthless—kill him quickly and bury him!”

“Yes!”

It was obvious this wasn’t the first time the 20 enforcement disciples had killed a miscellaneous disciple. Upon receiving the order, they did not hesitate in the slightest and all slashed their swords toward Tan Yun at once!

“At last—the moment I’ve been waiting for!” Tan Yun sneered inwardly.

In a single instant, his figure split into countless afterimages, moving so fast that he vanished from the sight of the enforcement disciples!

All 20 disciples—each at level 8 of the 1st level of the Embryonic Soul Realm—could not track his movements at all!

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…”

In the next second, all 20 of their heads exploded almost simultaneously like bursting watermelons. Bone fragments and blood splattered everywhere!

20 headless corpses spurted blood from their necks, dyeing the city walls crimson before collapsing into pools of blood!

“You lowly disciple! You dare kill my law enforcement disciples—you will pay with your life!”

The fat man was utterly enraged. Releasing the pressure of the Great Perfection of the 1st level of the Embryonic Soul Realm, his bulky body shot forward like lightning, as fast as thunder!

He leaped over 10 zhang into the air, his right hand transforming into a claw as he roared:

“Spirit Beast Eagle Claw!”

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