Published: February 24, 2025
“Junior Brother, you are not dreaming! Ye Ling is dead, he really is dead!”
“How could this happen… Wuwu… Our Senior Brother Ye, how could he die!”
“Hahaha! Tan Yun is just too amazing! The Spirit Mountain Herb Garden is going to change the game!”
“And Tan Yun won without any injuries! Doesn't that mean his current strength ranking is at least in the top one hundred fifty?”
“Mmhm, that’s right! It’s unbelievably shocking! It’s said that ever since our ancestor master established the Huangfu Sacred Sect five thousand years ago, no disposable disciple from the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden has ever made it onto the Dan Dao Battle Rankings!”
“Tan Yun is the first person from the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden in fifty thousand years!”
“Exactly! If you ask me, with Tan Yun’s strength, he might even enter the top thousand of our Inner Sect’s Crouching Dragon Rankings!”
“Once he makes it onto the Crouching Dragon Rankings, he will truly be remarkable! He will definitely become the first and only disposable disciple of our Huangfu Sacred Sect to reach that ranking in fifty thousand years!”
“That’s true! If Tan Yun makes it onto the Crouching Dragon Rankings, I will be really excited! Because that would be a slap to the faces of the other eight veins!”
“Yeah! I heard that when Tan Yun joined the Inner Sect, the other eight chiefs called him useless, saying nobody wanted him! Now it seems our chief elder of the Danmai really has an eye for talent!”
“Keep in mind, Tan Yun is only at the seventh layer of the fetal soul realm. If he continues to improve his cultivation, I estimate the eight chiefs will have lost all their face!”
“No, no, I’m too excited. I need to tell our Elder Eight’s disciples about Tan Yun killing Ye Ling!”
“I also want to tell the disciples of our Elder Seven…”
“…”
In just a moment, tens of thousands of disciples had taken off on their Flying Swords, disappearing without a trace. Only hundreds of Elder Twelve’s disciples remained, looking sadly at Ye Ling's corpse!
Among those leaving, some wanted to get closer to Tan Yun, but they knew that after today’s battle, Tan Yun had thoroughly offended Elder Twelve!
If they got too close to Tan Yun, they would inevitably draw trouble to themselves. Therefore, despite their admiration and respect for Tan Yun, they chose not to associate with him.
“Senior Brother Ye…” A beautiful female disciple cried as she embraced Ye Ling's body and flew away on her Flying Sword.
The hundreds of Elder Twelve’s disciples looked at Tan Yun with fear and collectively sword-controlled their way into the sky.
The Qiankun Ring left behind by Ye Ling after he took his own life had naturally already been collected by Tan Yun.
Tan Yun adjusted his robes and felt the cold gaze of Duan Zhen from afar. A faint cold smile appeared on his lips as he stepped onto the stairs leading to the door of the Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda number 666.
Standing before the closed pagoda door, Tan Yun halted, and the moment he inserted the activation token into the door's groove, the door slowly opened.
Tan Yun put away the token and entered the pagoda as the door gradually closed again.
“Damn it, that bastard! It infuriates me!” After returning to the Hall of Authorization, Duan Zhen continued to roar, venting his anger!
He never expected that the dignified Ye Ling, ranked one hundred sixty on the Dan Dao Battle Rankings, would be killed by Tan Yun!
At the same time, his heart ached greatly!
Ye Ling was a direct disciple of Elder Twelve, and his alchemical skills were among the top three among Elder Twelve’s disciples!
He knew that Ye Ling was Elder Twelve’s hope, and now that Ye Ling had died, such a significant matter had to be reported to Elder Twelve, who was currently kneeling in the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden.
“Whoosh!”
Duan Zhen, his face ashen, darted out of the hall, summoned his Spirit Vessel, and soared into the clouds toward the Azure Spirit Immortal Mountain miles away…