The Supreme Being Against Heaven

The world was vast beyond measure, filled with endless wonders—and yet, too many unbelievable things had already happened to Tan Yun today.

Tan Yun

Shen Suping briefly pondered for a moment, but in the end, she chose not to dwell on it any further.

Her gaze shifted toward the 36 types of spirit herbs beside Tan Yun—and her brows furrowed even tighter.

Tang Xinying showed a similar expression.

Neither of them could tell… what kind of pill Tan Yun was about to refine!

“Most of these herbs are only grade 4… there isn’t even a single grade 9 herb…”
Shen Suping thought to herself, her confusion deepening.

“At best… this can only produce a mid-grade spiritual pill…”

After Tan Yun had created a miracle by successfully challenging the top-grade quasi-monarch pill in Round 2—

he instantly became the center of attention for millions of people!

All eyes were fixed on him.

Everyone believed that his alchemy level… was at least at the level of a Saint-tier Alchemy Grandmaster.

But now—

confusion spread across the entire arena!

Because everyone noticed that the highest-grade herb Tan Yun had chosen… was only grade 7!

According to common knowledge:

Not to mention quasi-monarch or precious pills—

even a high-grade spiritual pill required at least grade 8 herbs!

But Tan Yun?

He was using nothing higher than grade 7!

At that moment—

many people suddenly felt as if they had “figured it out”!

“Did we overestimate him?”

“His real ability… might only be at the mid-level alchemy master stage!”

“The pill he’s refining… is probably just mid-grade!”

The more they thought about it—the more it made sense!

Because if Tan Yun were truly a Saint-tier Alchemy Grandmaster—

why would he refine a mid-grade pill in such an important competition?

Suddenly—

the confidence people once had in him… began to waver!

But—

a new question arose!

“If he’s only mid-level… then how did he succeed in identifying a top-grade quasi-monarch pill?!”

A paradox!

No matter how they thought about it—they couldn’t find an answer!

In the end—

many arrived at the same conclusion:

“He must have studied a vast number of alchemy texts… which is why his identification skills are exceptionally strong.”

“But his actual refining ability… is just superficial!”

On the high platform—

the 100 alchemy disciples from the Sacred Spirit Palace and the Eternal Immortal Sect glanced at Tan Yun’s herbs—

then looked at him again with undisguised disdain.

Tantai Xuanzhong could no longer hold back. Frowning, he said:

“Tan Yun—this is the final round! You must go all out!”

Tan Yun cupped his fists respectfully.
“Sect Master, please rest assured. This disciple will do his utmost.”

Finally—

Shen Suping couldn’t hold it in anymore. Raising her brows, she asked:

“Tan Yun, if you truly intend to give it your all, why did you only choose grade 7 herbs?”

“The pill you produce… will at most be mid-grade!”

“Uh…”

Tan Yun paused slightly—then immediately understood.

So that was it…

This was why everyone was looking at him that way.

Inside, he sneered coldly.

“The alchemy standards of these three ancient sects… are truly pitiful.”

“Who said that using grade 7 herbs can only produce mid-grade pills?”

“Even with just grade 3 herbs—I can still refine a top-grade precious pill!”

But he… didn’t explain a single word.

Sometimes—

saving the “surprise” for later… was far more interesting.

Seeing that Tan Yun remained silent—

Shen Suping let out a soft sigh.

“Fine… just focus on refining your pill.”

“This disciple understands.”

Tan Yun responded, then slowly sat down cross-legged.

His eyes closed—

his spiritual sense expanded, covering the tray inside the low-grade sacred cauldron.

At the same time—

he unleashed the temperature of his Origin Flame… to its absolute limit!

2 hours passed—twilight arrived.

On the arena—

aside from Tan Yun, all the other disciples were fully focused on carefully placing herbs into their cauldrons.

Only him…

he continued to control his Origin Flame, steadily heating the cauldron!

The reason was simple—

The cauldron belonging to Shen Suping was a low-grade sacred artifact.

But Tan Yun’s flame—though powerful—was actually “too cold” compared to the cauldron’s level!

Therefore—

he needed at least 3 days and 3 nights just to properly preheat the cauldron!

After 1 day of recovery—

the wound on Tan Yun’s neck had completely healed, leaving behind only a black mole.

Murong Shishi stared at that mole without blinking, her heart racing.

She was now certain—

the person who had once purchased 11 top-grade spirit swords from her Wanbao Pavilion… was Tan Yun!

“So it really was him…”

“His weapon-refining skill must be at least at the mid-grandmaster level!”

Time passed—

3 days later

Disciples from the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Sacred Spirit Palace continued refining pills—

while occasionally glancing at Tan Yun.

Their gazes—

were filled with disdain!

Because—

after 3 days…

he was still preheating the cauldron!

“Heh, heh, heh…”

Ruyan Wuji chuckled as he stroked his beard, glancing at Tantai Xuanzhong.

“Sect Master Tantai, I think you’d be better off giving him a high-grade spirit weapon cauldron instead.”

“With no real skill, yet using such a high-level cauldron… it’s like a mouse seeing a bat fly and deciding to jump off a cliff to try flying itself.”

“Does he think he’s a bat? Or just a baby bat?”

“Hmph.”
Tantai Xuanzhong snorted, not bothering to respond.

“Senior Brother Tan, it’s already been 3 days… how much longer are you going to keep preheating?”
Da Niu couldn’t help but ask.

“Almost done.”

The moment he finished speaking—

Tan Yun casually grabbed 3 emerald-green herbs and tossed them into the cauldron.

Then—

he scooped up another handful—30 mixed herbs—and threw them in as well!

His movements—

looked like someone completely ignorant of alchemy, desecrating a refined art!

And what was even more “ridiculous”—

happened immediately after!

Under everyone’s gaze—

the other 149 disciples carefully controlled their flames,

meticulously refining herbs into medicinal liquid.

But Tan Yun—

directly released the flame temperature to its absolute limit!!!

That scene—

instantly sparked discussion among the spectators!

“Heh, just look at his technique—anyone with basic alchemy knowledge knows that releasing maximum heat during refining is a huge taboo!”

“Exactly! He threw in herbs without controlling the temperature—he clearly doesn’t understand alchemy!”

“This is laughable! He’s obviously just burning the herbs!”

“But I wonder… if he can’t refine, how did he even qualify to compete?”

“Huh? You think he actually knows what he’s doing?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant… I’m not blind! Releasing max heat like that—it’s pure stupidity!”

“Hahaha…”

Mocking laughter echoed everywhere.

But Tan Yun…

didn’t even spare them a glance.

Why argue with fools?

It would only waste time.

In his mind, it was crystal clear—

if he wanted to successfully refine a top-grade quasi-monarch Rejuvenation Pill within the time limit—

he had no choice but to—

release the flame temperature to its absolute maximum!

“Suping… what is going on here?”

Tang Xinying raised her brows, looking toward Shen Suping.

“This Tan Yun… clearly doesn’t know how to refine pills!”

Tantai Xuanzhong also turned his gaze over.

Shen Suping seemed to recall something—

her brows tightened as she stared at Tan Yun, then spoke softly:

“Sect Master… Head Tang…”

“The fact that Tan Yun is releasing the flame to its maximum… doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t know how to refine.”

“Suping, what are you basing that on?”
Tantai Xuanzhong frowned deeply.

“As the head of the alchemy division—how can you say something so unreasonable?”

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