Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun walked straight up to Duan Zhen and bowed, saying, “Disciple Tan Yun, I greet you, lord steward. May I ask what a disciple needs to do to ascend the Supreme Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda?”
“Haha, Tan Yun, you truly are impressive for your age! This steward has also heard that you, with your strength at the seventh layer of the fetal soul realm, killed Li Zian.” Duan Zhen looked at Tan Yun with an approving expression. “Even so, you may not necessarily be able to ascend the Supreme Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda.”
“So far, only individuals ranked in the top two hundred among the 60,000 danmai disciples can ascend,” Duan Zhen said with a chuckle. “Li Zian ranks 298th in the danmai, and I’ve heard that although you killed him, he was heavily injured and on the brink of death. Therefore, it would be better if you don’t ascend.”
“Thank you for the reminder, Lord Steward.” Tan Yun said calmly, “But I still want to give it a try.”
“Good, you have ambition, and I like that.” After praising him, Duan Zhen continued, “The Supreme Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda opens once every three months, and it has only been a month and a half since the last opening. If you wish to try ascending, you can only come back in a month and a half. At that time, I look forward to your performance.”
“I understand.” Tan Yun’s gaze fell slightly, “Lord Steward, then I will first cultivate within the Mid-Grade Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda.”
“Hmm.” Duan Zhen smiled faintly, “You’re lucky; you’ve come at just the right time. In half an hour, a disciple named Ye Ling will exit from Pagoda No. 666. If you’ve paid your Spirit Stones, you can go there now.”
“That’s great! Thank you, Lord Steward.” Tan Yun felt a surge of excitement. He thought he might have to wait a long time, but it turned out a pagoda would be available soon.
“Lord Steward, I want to enter for eighteen days of cultivation. Here are 900,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones for your consideration.” As Tan Yun spoke, the Qiankun Ring shimmered, and a pile of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones spilled onto the ground.
Duan Zhen was quite surprised, not expecting this disposable disciple to produce so many Spirit Stones at once.
“The cost for one day in the pagoda is five million Low-Grade Spirit Stones; eighteen days is precisely 900,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, the amount is just right.”
After checking with his spiritual sense, Duan Zhen handed a token to Tan Yun. “This is the token to open the pagoda. Just return it after you finish your cultivation.”
“I understand. I will take my leave.” Tan Yun took the token and smiled as he stepped out of the Hall of Authorization, heading straight for Pagoda No. 666.
After Tan Yun walked far away, Duan Zhen’s expression turned sinister as he took out a token from the jade table and said with a fierce intent, “Ye Ling, your time to make a contribution has come.”
Instantly, a respectful voice came from the token, “Lord Steward, please give your orders.”
“Tan Yun killed Li Zian, and Elder Twelve is furious, wishing to tear Tan Yun limb from limb.” Duan Zhen sneered, “Just now, Tan Yun wanted to enter the pagoda to cultivate, and I told him that you would be exiting in half an hour. Do you understand what to do?”
Immediately, Ye Ling’s voice came from the token, filled with uncontrollable excitement, “I understand! I will stop cultivating and exit on time in half an hour, and I will find a way to kill him!”
“Hmm.” Duan Zhen smiled sinisterly, “I trust you to handle the matter of killing him.”
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Half an hour later, the door of the Mid-Grade Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda No. 666 slowly opened.
A young disciple with a distinguished demeanor and a cold expression, with a hawk-like nose, walked out of the pagoda. Surrounding him were over a hundred disciples from Elder Twelve’s faction, all rushing to the outside of Pagoda No. 666, their voices filled with admiration: