The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Of course—

Having the ability was only the most basic requirement to ascend the pagoda!

If one reached Floor 99 and cultivated there for 3 months,
the cost would be 10,000,000 low-grade spirit stones per day.

But if one reached Floor 108—
the cost would be 15,000,000 low-grade spirit stones per day!

No spirit stones… no right to ascend the pagoda!

Tan Yun felt as if millions of grass-mud horses were galloping through his mind!

This Alchemy Line… was extorting far too ruthlessly!

Just think about it—

If one cultivated on Floor 99 for 3 months,
it would cost a total of 900,000,000 low-grade spirit stones!

With Tan Yun’s knowledge of artifact refining—

he could tell at a glance that even if the highest-grade pagoda operated continuously for 3 months,
the actual cost should not exceed 600,000,000 low-grade spirit stones!

But of course—

from the perspective of the Alchemy Line’s higher-ups…

this was perfectly “reasonable”!

In their eyes—

Alchemy disciples could refine pills and sell them,
so each of them was “wealthy”!

Rather than letting disciples spend spirit stones on—

weapons from the Artifact Refining Line,
formations from the Formation Line,
talismans from the Talisman Line—

it was better to use 1,000 mid-grade pagodas + 1 highest-grade pagoda
to reclaim those spirit stones—

while also increasing the disciples’ strength!

Naturally—

only a small portion of these spirit stones
became “rewards” for the elders.

The majority… flowed directly into the coffers of the Alchemy Line!

Fortunately—

Tan Yun… could afford it!

Finally, he learned from the administrator—

in just 1 ke (15 minutes),
the highest-grade pagoda would open!

After the disciples inside exited—
there would be 3 hours available to ascend!

Tan Yun left the Transfer Pavilion
and headed toward—

the Highest-Grade Mustard Seed Pagoda,
towering above all else!

At this moment—

beneath the pagoda, over 1,000 zhang tall—

people were packed densely like a sea of humanity!

Tan Yun stood at the very back, hands behind his back,
waiting calmly.

“Move! Get out of the way!”

Suddenly—

a familiar voice cursed loudly,
followed by a violent shove from behind!

Tan Yun’s eyes instantly turned cold.
He turned around—his hand slicing through the air in an arc!

“Filthy mouth. In such a hurry to reincarnate?”

Slap!

A loud crack echoed!

Broken teeth mixed with blood shot out—
a figure was sent flying 3 zhang away!

That person—

was Peng He!
The grandson of the 3rd Elder of the Alchemy Line!

Previously, he had been crippled by Tan Yun—
his limbs broken—

and had only just recovered today.

He came with over 10 subordinates to “watch the ascent of the elites”—

But who would have thought…

the moment he arrived—he would be sent flying with a slap!

“Brother Peng! Are you alright!?”

His subordinates rushed forward to help him up.

Peng He’s right cheek was swollen,
as he struggled to stand and cursed:

“You bastard! You dare slap—”

His voice abruptly stopped!

When he clearly saw who it was—

all his anger
instantly turned into fear!

Trembling, he stammered:

“S-So it’s Brother Tan… I… I didn’t recognize you… please forgive me…”

After speaking, he lowered his head
and slowly turned around—preparing to flee!

“After cursing, you think you can just leave?”

Tan Yun’s voice was calm—
yet filled with extreme danger.

“Take one more step… and I’ll cripple you like last time.”

Peng He froze.

He turned back, his eyes filled with resentment—yet also fear.

“I… I already apologized! What more do you want!?”

Around them—

many disciples turned to watch:

Disciples of the 12 elders → looked at Tan Yun with hostility
Disciples under Shen Wende → looked at him with friendliness
The rest → simply watched for entertainment

A faint smile appeared on Tan Yun’s lips.

“Hand over your Qiankun Ring, and I’ll let you go.”

“I’ve spent quite a lot of spirit stones recently.”

“You… this is outright robbery—!”

Before Peng He could finish saying the word “robbery”—

Tan Yun’s figure
vanished from where he stood!

Bang!

The sound of bones shattering rang out!

Tan Yun kicked Peng He’s left leg with brutal force!

Blood splattered—

the severed leg flew far away!

Peng He’s body was sent flying 10 zhang
before crashing heavily to the ground!

“AAAAHHHH—!!!”

A miserable scream echoed!

Peng He was in so much pain he nearly fainted—

yet…

he did not dare curse Tan Yun again!

He was—

truly afraid!

Because he knew—

Tan Yun had even dared to kill the only son of the Enforcement Elder!

So how could Peng He not be terrified!?

Seeing this—

the 10 subordinates who had previously been “taught a lesson” by Tan Yun
were all trembling, not daring to step forward to help Peng He!

Tan Yun swept his gaze across the 10 of them and said coldly:

“Go… take off his Qiankun Ring and bring it to me.”

“And drag him out of my sight!”

“Don’t make me repeat myself!”

“Whoosh!”

All 10 people rushed to Peng He almost at the same time.

A man with long bangs hurriedly said:

“Brother Peng… a wise man does not fight a battle he knows he’ll lose. Hurry and give him the ring!”

As he spoke, he quickly removed the Qiankun Ring from Peng He’s finger
and handed it to Tan Yun with trembling hands.

Then, all 10 of them supported Peng He
and fled the martial arena for their lives!

Tan Yun watched their retreating figures coldly.

Thinking back to how those 11 people had mocked him before—

if not for the sect’s rules…
he would have slaughtered them long ago!

Just as killing intent surged within him—

the door of Floor 99 of the highest-grade pagoda… opened!

Suddenly—

2 figures in white, riding flying swords,
shot down through the clouds at high speed!

“Whoosh!”

They transformed into a man and a woman
and landed directly in front of Tan Yun!

Their eyes—

were filled with deep grief and hatred!

The young man in white—

tall and powerfully built,
emanating the aura of the peak Spirit Embryo Realm!

He was—

Gaoyang Wushuang!
One of Lu Wu’s 3 direct disciples!

Just like Ye Ling—

he was a Saint-level alchemist,
and also possessed a top-tier Time Soul!

As for the woman in snow-white robes—

slender and stunning,
graceful like a celestial maiden—

She was—

Ouyang Qian!
Another direct disciple of Lu Wu.

She too was a Saint-level alchemist,
and possessed a top-tier Spatial Soul!

Among Lu Wu’s 3 disciples:

Rank 1: Gaoyang Wushuang
Rank 2: Ouyang Qian
Rank 3: Ye Ling

Although Ye Ling’s alchemy was not inferior to the two—

in terms of combat power…

he was far behind!

Alchemy Line Ranking:

Ye Ling → Rank 160
Ouyang Qian → Rank 45
Gaoyang Wushuang → Rank 36

Tan Yun did not recognize the two of them.

But seeing the killing intent in their eyes—

he frowned slightly, then turned and walked into the crowd.

“You lowly trash—stop right there!”

Gaoyang Wushuang’s furious roar echoed!

Tan Yun stopped.

He slowly turned back,
his sharp gaze locking onto the other party.

“Say that again… nephew?”

“You’re courting death!”

Gaoyang Wushuang roared,
about to make his move—

“Stop right there!”

A cold shout rang across the entire arena!

Everyone turned to look—

and saw an old man with a goat beard stepping forward,
radiating an imposing pressure!

He was—

Liu Hongru!
A steward under the 6th Elder,
and a trusted aide of Shen Wende!

“Greetings, Steward Liu!”

“Greetings, Steward Liu!”

Voices of respect rang out in unison.

“Mm.”

Liu Hongru nodded,
then looked at Tan Yun—who showed slight vigilance—and smiled kindly.

“Don’t be afraid. I serve the 6th Elder.”

“As long as I’m here—no one will dare touch you.”

“Do as you please.”

Tan Yun let out a breath of relief
and bowed.

“This disciple understands.”

Just as he was about to turn away—

Gaoyang Wushuang shouted loudly:

“Tan Yun! I am Ye Ling’s second senior brother!”

“You killed my junior brother—today I will avenge him!”

“I challenge you to a life-and-death duel!”

Tan Yun sneered.

“Who do you think you are?”

“You think I have to accept just because you say so?”

“Ridiculous.”

After speaking—

he turned and walked away indifferently.

But after only a few steps—

Ouyang Qian’s voice rang out from behind—

filled with extreme contempt!

“You coward, surnamed Tan!”

--Translated by likesnovel--