The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Meanwhile—

On a mountain peak 350 li away, Fan Jian, the favored chief disciple of the 2nd elder of the Beast Soul lineage, stood with his eyes closed in stillness.

Lin Xinyi, whose beauty could topple kingdoms, her slender waist swaying gracefully, moved close to Fan Jian. Her breath was as fragrant as orchids as she spoke softly,
“Senior Brother Fan, my soul isn’t as strong as yours. My spiritual sense can’t penetrate that guy from the Sacred Soul lineage… has he killed Tan Yun yet?”

“Senior Brother Fan, please take a look for me…”

Fan Jian kept his eyes closed, his powerful spiritual sense covering Tan Yun 350 li away. He spoke with puzzlement,
“Originally, Tan Yun’s spirit vessel was destroyed—he should have died for sure. But I don’t know what kind of sword formation he used. After trapping the 43 Sacred Soul lineage disciples inside, he killed all 43 of them using only a few strands of golden energy.”

To outsiders—

The Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation appeared to be only 300 zhang in size, its interior slightly blurred.

From the outside, Fan Jian saw it as extremely ordinary. Of course—if he were inside, he wouldn’t think so.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinyi’s curvaceous body trembled slightly before returning to her seductive demeanor.
“Oh my, in that case, it’s not that Tan Yun’s formation is strong—it’s just that those people weren’t ranked on the Hidden Dragon List. They were too weak, that’s why they were killed by such a trivial formation.”

“If it were Senior Brother Fan, a top expert on the Hidden Dragon List, his formation would be nothing in your eyes.”

“Senior Brother Fan… I’ve already thought of something…” Lin Xinyi whispered as she tiptoed and breathed hot air by his ear.

“Xinyi, don’t cause trouble yet. Right now, wait until I kill Tan Yun first—then I’ll ‘take care’ of you properly,” Fan Jian suppressed the desire in his heart, his spiritual sense still locked onto Tan Yun as he sneered coldly.

“This Tan Yun is extremely mysterious. Just a mere menial disciple, yet he used a sword formation to kill 43 Sacred Soul lineage disciples at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.”

“Even if those 43 weren’t top experts on the Hidden Dragon List, both their numbers and cultivation levels far exceeded his!”

“Tan Yun is no ordinary person. His formation may look ordinary from the outside, but I believe that inside… it must be an entirely different world. Otherwise, those 43 wouldn’t have died!”

“Senior Brother Fan is right,” Lin Xinyi’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, completely different from before.
“Master ordered us to bring back Tan Yun’s head. If we let him go today, who knows when we’ll get another chance?”

“Today—Tan Yun must die! I don’t want to waste time in this desolate place waiting for him to leave the sect again!”

“Senior Brother Fan, if what you say is true, as long as we don’t give Tan Yun the chance to use his formation, he’ll be like a tiger without fangs—killing him will be as easy as flipping a palm?”

Fan Jian nodded, but just as he was about to respond, his expression suddenly changed.
“He’s withdrawn the formation and is about to leave. We must not let him enter the sect gate!”

A glint flashed in Fan Jian’s eyes as he whispered something into Lin Xinyi’s ear.

In an instant—

A sinister light flashed through Lin Xinyi’s beautiful eyes before returning to normal.

She removed her outer skirt and tore her inner white garments into tatters, leaving only thin clothing barely covering her body.

Then, riding her flying sword, she headed toward the alchemy lineage area over 600 li away, letting the rain drench her body until her clothes clung tightly to her figure…

After Lin Xinyi left—

Fan Jian turned back and looked at the other 9 Beast Soul lineage disciples before saying decisively,
“You all don’t need to stay here. Killing Tan Yun requires only Xinyi and me. Return to the Beast Soul lineage immediately!”

“Yes, Senior Brother Fan!”

The 9 disciples responded in unison before controlling their spirit vessel and shooting across the sky like lightning, disappearing without a trace.

A flash came from Fan Jian’s spatial ring as an invisibility talisman of low-grade magical treasure level appeared in his hand. The runes on the talisman flickered—

And Fan Jian’s figure vanished in an instant!

In truth, he had concealed his breath and was hiding in ambush within the bushes above the main hall…

Meanwhile—

Tan Yun had already collected the spatial rings of all 43 people, joy evident in his eyes.

Although he had lost his top-grade spirit vessel, he had instead obtained a low-grade magical treasure spirit vessel!

A top-grade spirit vessel could travel 150,000 li per day,
while a low-grade magical treasure spirit vessel could reach 200,000 li per day!

For cultivators, a spirit vessel of this level was an excellent escape tool!

After storing the black spirit vessel into his spatial space, Tan Yun wiped the blood from his face and stepped onto his flying sword, heading toward the alchemy lineage’s mountain gate 280 li away.

This trip to Huangfu City—he had gained tremendously!

First—

He now possessed 10 talisman papers of mid-grade magical treasure level for refining spiritual talismans!

If all were refined into attack talismans, it would be equivalent to having 6–10 full-power attacks of a Soul Refinement Realm cultivator!

Second—

He had purchased 11 top-grade spiritual flying swords, allowing him to fully utilize the “Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation,” greatly increasing his ability to fight across levels!

Although he had just killed 43 Sacred Soul lineage disciples at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm—

He knew clearly that his current strength was, at most, comparable to high-tier inner-disciples.

If he wanted to contend against the experts on the “Hidden Dragon List” and rise to Rank 1 among 600,000 inner disciples—

He still needed to continue cultivating!

As long as he could break through to Level 8 of the Nascent Soul Realm—

the power of the Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation would surge once again, and that would be the true beginning of his opportunity!

No matter the situation—

enhancing one’s own strength was the only way to defeat powerful enemies!

Third—

what pleased Tan Yun the most was that he had used the “Spirit Spring” to exchange for 6 types of ice-attribute flame seeds and 5 types of fire-attribute flame seeds.

Although they were only at the spirit level—

they were enough to allow his “Primordial Flame” and “Primordial Ice Flame” to evolve!

If one were to say that Tan Yun’s body represented “unyielding strength”—

then the Primordial Flame and Primordial Ice Flame represented “softness.”

Only when hardness and softness were combined—

could one truly reach the pinnacle of fighting across realms!

In addition—

what he found regrettable was that in the inner city, there were no flying swords possessing all 11 attributes (except for the ancient and beast attributes).

Fortunately, he now had a large amount of spirit stones—

On the 26th, he could visit the 2 major auction houses in Huangfu City to inspect weapon-refining materials.

If they existed—he would obtain them at all costs!

To forge a “treasured weapon that contains all 11 attributes within a single sword!”

Finally—

when thinking of Qiu Qilin’s death, Tan Yun felt a sense of relief.

That man oppressed miscellaneous disciples like trash—he deserved to die!

Moreover—

his father, Qiu Yongming, had long wanted to kill him to avenge the outer-discipline enforcement elder.

Now that his son was dead—

it was time for that old man to taste some pain as well!

Casting aside all thoughts—

Tan Yun flew on his sword across 280 li. When the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, he landed before the mountain gate of the alchemy lineage.

He put away his flying sword and saw Da Niu crouching on the stone steps, his face filled with panic, tears streaming down his cheeks. Tan Yun asked in confusion,

“Da Niu, what happened? Why are you crying?”

Da Niu, sobbing, looked up with reddened eyes, tears brimming as he spoke in a trembling voice,
“Senior Brother Tan… Steward Shen will be executed in 5 hours… sob…”

“In the entire alchemy lineage, he’s the only one who treats miscellaneous disciples like us as human beings…”

“If he dies… how will we survive in the Spirit Herb Garden…”

“Shen Qingfeng!”

Tan Yun shouted, his expression changing instantly as he barked anxiously,
“Stop crying! Tell me—what exactly happened?!”

--Translated by likesnovel--