A God level pipe.

That's what this heavy pipe smoker had always dreamed about in his life.

But in the vast Divine Land, not a single Refining Master could forge a God level pipe.

The Emperor Level pipe he held now had cost him countless resources to obtain.

The expenditure was inconceivable.

Now, on the Ancient Road to Heaven, he had suddenly acquired a golden God level pipe.

How could the sudden realization of his years-long dream not make him ecstatic?

"What a nice thing! I wonder how pleasant it would be to smoke with this golden pipe."

The short old man closely examined the patterns on the golden pipe, his eyes filled with fanaticism, his lips trembling in admiration.

Seeing the old man's excited look, Ye Yun smiled and said, "Is that enough?"

"Enou—"

Just as the old man was about to say 'enough,' an inexplicable emotion interrupted him.

"Not enough! Your Excellency is a mighty figure at the seventh level of the Divine Monarch Realm; this God level golden pipe is still a bit lacking..."

The short old man chuckled. He had suddenly changed his tune.

This big fat sheep was right in front of him; this was an opportunity not to be missed. He had to fleece him thoroughly. If he wasn't satisfied, he would just kill the other party. That way, all the magic treasures would be his.

With a slight flick of Ye Yun's hand, a bronze-colored pipe appeared. As soon as this pipe materialized, the vibrations in the void intensified.

"This is..."

The short old man's heart leaped into his throat, and he tensed up completely.

Gazing at the bronze-colored pipe, he managed to say with difficulty, "Could this be another God level one?"

"This one is Superior God level; the one you have is Inferior. That's a difference of two minor quality realms, isn't it?"

Ye Yun chuckled and tossed the bronze-colored pipe in his hand over to him.

The short old man, his face a mask of immense surprise, fumbled to catch the bronze-colored pipe. After a moment of feeling it, an expression of shock once again spread across his face.

Another God level pipe! And this one was even Superior God level, a higher grade than the golden pipe.

How could this be possible? Who on earth is this young man in white? How does he have so many pipes?

Throughout the entire Divine Land, he had never even heard of a God level pipe appearing.

Ye Yun observed the short old man's peculiar expression and said with a smile, "Give me back that Inferior God level pipe in your hand. This Superior God level one is for you."

Hearing this, the short old man felt his heart ache as if it were bleeding. He said, the words tearing at him, "No way! I'm keeping both pipes! Do you have any other magic treasures? If not, you still can't pass."

"How can you go back on your word?" Ye Yun smiled calmly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"I never said how many magic treasures it would take to let you pass," the short old man sneered.

He pointed the bronze-colored pipe at the ground and threatened, "Quickly, take out a few more God level magic treasures, or I won't let you pass."

"Alright."

Ye Yun nodded, a faint, peculiar smile also appearing on his face.

This time, he extended his hand, and with a flash of light, ten pipes appeared. Each pipe was a different color, but without exception, all exuded a terrifying Super Divine Dragon Breath.

Gazing at these pipes, Ye Yun also sighed. He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly as he recalled the experience of obtaining these pipes in the Check-in Space.

「There was a day...」

When he checked in, he suddenly received a pipe, but it was merely Emperor Level.

Ye Yun himself didn't smoke, not even before he transmigrated from his previous life, so he had little interest in this pipe.

This kind of pipe, with its exquisite and beautiful design, its surface covered in various patterns, made Ye Yun think it would be rather nice to keep as a collectible. So, he stored the pipe away.

But he hadn't expected that for the rest of that day, the check-in process would become utterly magical and fascinating.

He spent the entire day signing for pipes.

These pipes ranged from the initial Emperor Level to Emperor Level, then to God Level, and even Super God Level...

Eventually, the pipes grew more and more numerous. From signing for one pipe at a time at the start, to later signing for ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, Ye Yun himself was dumbfounded at the time.

This System is too devious! Has it pilfered all the pipes from the great smoking masters across all the heavens and universes?

Ye Yun knew what kind of mood smokers would be in if they lost their pipes.

Those great masters, after losing their pipes, would likely be irritable and furious. When their nicotine cravings hit, they might even feel like dying.

That day was designated "Pipe Day" by Ye Yun, to commemorate that magical and interesting day of signing in.

Now, a great many different kinds of pipes were stored in his warehouse.

So, when Ye Yun saw this short old man puffing on an Emperor Level pipe, a thought sparked in his mind. He knew how to handle this old fellow.

You want pipes? Then I'll give you plenty. I'm just afraid your appetite isn't big enough to take them all.

Upon seeing ten more pipes of different colors suddenly appear in Ye Yun's hands, all of God level quality, the short old man's eyes bulged wide. His face flushed crimson, his expression ecstatic, and his lips trembled unceasingly.

His throat tightened, and he was so choked with emotion he couldn't utter a word.

He hadn't expected the young man in white before him to have collected so many God level pipes. This is too terrifying!

After a few seconds, the short old man finally regained his composure and said, his voice trembling, "How could you possibly have so many?"

"Never mind that. Do you want them or not?" Ye Yun jiggled the ten pipes in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Yes... Yes... Give them all to me!"

The short old man suddenly shot up from his stool, roaring frantically.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Ye Yun tossed all ten pipes over.

The old man lunged forward, snatching all ten pipes and clutching them to his chest along with the two he already possessed.

He continuously examined them, muttering to himself, his emotions now completely spiraling out of control.

Having smoked his entire life, to suddenly obtain eleven God level pipes—it was impossible to imagine the state of his emotions at this moment.

At this moment, the short old man didn't even know his own surname anymore. He had plunged into a state of utter euphoria.

Witnessing the short old man's disgraceful display, a hint of amusement flickered in Ye Yun's eyes.

Good thing Jiang Hengyue is confined in that room. Otherwise, if that little fellow saw a Divine Monarch expert losing his composure like this, he'd probably laugh his head off.

"If that's not enough, I still have more..." Ye Yun looked at the short old man and suddenly called out.

"Still more?"

The old man froze for a moment, then shouted urgently, "Quick... give them all to me!"

With a light tap on his wrist, Ye Yun produced another hundred God level pipes.

These hundred God level pipes were too many for Ye Yun to hold in one hand. He conjured a large hand out of Mana, which lightly grasped the God level pipes and waved them a few times in mid-air.

"One hundred God level pipes?"

Gazing at those one hundred pipes of various colors, all radiating a brilliant light, the short old man could no longer contain his surging emotions.

His body swayed, his eyes became glazed, and he slowly drifted towards Ye Yun.

"Quick, give them to me... give them to me..." the short old man mumbled, his expression crazed.

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