Chapter 2298: Sweeping Through!

"Hahaha... This kid is full of surprises. Blocking the gate and slapping faces—what a domineering move!"

In the Yushan Grand Hall, the Saint Ancestor High Priest burst into laughter.

With Ye Yuan making such a grand commotion, the Saint Ancestor High Priest couldn't possibly remain unaware.

"Master, if the Sub-Saint acts so recklessly and loses, it's our face that will be lost!" said the eldest disciple.

"Yes, Master. Before the mountain assault begins, you should stop this absurd move! Maple Forest Heavenly Emperor has been famous for a long time; he's not someone a Sub-Saint can shake!" said the third disciple.

The Saint Ancestor High Priest swept his gaze across the disciples and laughed loudly: "Why stop it? Such a splendid drama—stopping it would be no fun at all. Face? What is face worth? You lot have held high positions for too long and have long forgotten your original intentions! Face isn't given to you by others; it's earned yourself! The reason you have face is that my strength is great enough. The reason I have no face is that my strength isn't as great as Medicine Ancestor's—that's all!"

The disciples all shuddered, showing expressions of shame.

Ji Mo was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Master, what if the Sub-Saint loses?"

The Saint Ancestor High Priest said nonchalantly: "If he loses, he loses—what's the big deal? Some people lose and are truly defeated; others grow stronger from setbacks. What kind of person do you think this kid is?"

Ji Mo said without hesitation: "The Sub-Saint has an extremely resilient nature; he must be the latter!"

The Saint Ancestor High Priest nodded: "So, he won't lose. Win or lose, the victor is him!"

The Saint Ancestor High Priest's words were somewhat convoluted, but the meaning was clear.

If he wins, Ye Yuan will shake the Tongtian Realm and ascend to the ranks of the Ancestors.

If he loses, Ye Yuan will surely reflect deeply and learn from his failure.

Either way, Ye Yuan has already placed himself in an invincible position!

Ji Mo's heart trembled; he suddenly felt that Ye Yuan's move was a perfect score.

The Saint Ancestor High Priest glanced at him and smiled: "This kid sees things clearly! He's not one to stir up trouble for no reason. Go investigate why he suddenly wants to assault Yunxia Mountain."

"Yes, Master!" Ji Mo accepted the order and left.

...

Ye Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, ascending the steps unhurriedly.

With such a big commotion, Maple Forest Heavenly Emperor had no choice but to respond.

After all, an Ancestor has an Ancestor's pride.

Behind Ye Yuan followed a large crowd, all there to watch the excitement.

The commotion was too great; they couldn't help but pay attention.

"Hey, what do you think? How far will the Sub-Saint get?"

"His strength is really impressive, but Maple Forest Heavenly Emperor's disciples are equally strong! I reckon he might make it to see the senior brother, Yun Suifeng."

"Hey, Yun Suifeng is a peak Ancestral Realm powerhouse. Are you overestimating him? In my view, he'll meet the third senior brother, Tong Qiwei."

...

With Zhao Zixuan, Ye Yuan had already proven his strength, and now no one thought the Sub-Saint was undeserving of his reputation.

But now he was challenging Ancestor-level powerhouses—still a bit too overconfident.

After all, even the disciples of Ancestor-level powerhouses had reached the pinnacle of alchemy in the Tongtian Realm!

Only before the Ancestors would they lower their heads.

In front of others, they were earth-shattering figures.

Such powerhouses were not to be provoked by just anyone.

Soon, a young man in green robes descended from the mountain, looking at Ye Yuan with disdain.

"Are you the one trying to assault the mountain?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what this place is?"

"Yes."

"And you still dare to come?"

"I came to slap faces."

"Ha, big talk! I, Gu Yulong, the eighth disciple of Maple Forest Ancestor, will weigh the Sub-Saint's strength!"

"You're too weak. Better have Maple Forest Ancestor come out himself."

Gu Yulong sneered disdainfully: "I hope your strength matches your words! Since you're here to assault the mountain, get past me first!"

Ye Yuan nodded and said calmly: "Fine! Mu Tiesheng!"

"Here, your servant is here!"

Hearing Ye Yuan's call, Mu Tiesheng scurried out obsequiously, his face full of flattery.

He was also a late-stage Heavenly Emperor super powerhouse, but now he acted like a lackey before Ye Yuan.

In the crowd, Fang Tianren was mad with envy.

He hated it!

Why had he acted arrogantly in front of Ye Yuan? Why had he stepped on Ye Yuan?

Originally, he had been quite happy to earn several billion.

But now, seeing Mu Tiesheng, that profit suddenly seemed tasteless.

And Ye Yuan had called Mu Tiesheng again!

A few days later, Mu Tiesheng gleefully held the Haoling Divine Pill in his hands, grinning like a fool.

Meanwhile, Gu Yulong sat dejectedly to the side, utterly dispirited.

He had lost too miserably!

The pill he had chosen was even more difficult than Zhu Tianxiang's.

Gu Yulong had performed well, but he was still thoroughly crushed by Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan continued onward, and soon another person descended the mountain.

This opponent was Maple Forest Heavenly Emperor's sixth disciple.

The result was another crushing defeat.

The subsequent disciples were all swept aside by Ye Yuan.

No matter what pill the opponent chose, Ye Yuan steadily overpowered them.

At this moment, Ye Yuan was like a peerless master—no matter how extraordinary your methods, he stood unmoved.

His strength was like a towering mountain, insurmountable.

Finally, Ye Yuan encountered the third disciple, Tong Qiwei.

The reason many predicted Ye Yuan would stop at Tong Qiwei was that from him onward, the disciples were all late-stage Ancestral Realm powerhouses.

Late-stage Ancestral Realm powerhouses represented the pinnacle of alchemy.

As long as the Ancestor didn't appear, such powerhouses were the strongest in the world!

Tong Qiwei saw Ye Yuan and said calmly: "To have made it this far, you are indeed very strong! The Sub-Saint lives up to his reputation. But it ends here."

Ye Yuan said indifferently: "You are the junior; you choose the pill."

Tong Qiwei's expression changed, and he said grimly: "You're asking for death! Since you want to be humiliated, I'll oblige you! I choose the Supreme Soul Refining Pill!"

Ye Yuan nodded slightly: "Begin."

Tong Qiwei frowned: "Since it's a pill duel, we should start simultaneously."

Ye Yuan said calmly: "I use array alchemy. If I start, you won't need to refine anymore. That would make you lose even more face."

Tong Qiwei was both shocked and angry: "Array alchemy! You're using array alchemy to refine the Supreme Soul Refining Pill?"

Just then, Gu Yulong said bitterly: "Third senior brother, he's used array alchemy all the way here!"

Tong Qiwei shuddered and finally began to take Ye Yuan seriously.

He nodded: "Fine, I'll refine first! Today, I'll witness your array alchemy!"

A few days later, Tong Qiwei stared at the Resting Soul Divine Pill, long silent, not even noticing Ye Yuan walk past him.

Mu Tiesheng's heart was about to leap with excitement as he happily put away the Supreme Soul Refining Pill.