The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
At that moment— When the Daoist of Holy Soul heard that Linghu Changkong had not died at the hands of a demonic beast, but was killed by a “person”— the fury in his heart instantly erupted! In this world, only she knew Tan Yun’s “entire past.” The extremely intelligent girl seemed to understand something, pondering deeply within her heart: “How cunning… he’s skillfully exploiting the sect’s rules…” The Daoist of Holy Soul forcibly calmed himself, pointed at Tan Yun, and spoke in a stern voice: “...
While that disciple was speaking in a trembling voice—
Tan Yun, who stood at the very back, slightly moved his lips. A faint voice, barely audible, was transmitted directly into the ears of Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shiyao, Xue Ziyan, and Rongrong.
That voice… carried an undeniable firmness.
“From now on, none of you are allowed to say a single word. Pretend you don’t know me. If you truly care about me, then listen to what I say.”
“If you hear me, nod. Don’t respond, so the Daoist of Holy Soul won’t notice.”
Tan Yun repeated his warning again and again, afraid they might impulsively step forward to defend him and provoke the Daoist of Holy Soul’s fury.
After finishing, he glanced at the 4 women. Seeing them nod in agreement, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment—
When the Daoist of Holy Soul heard that Linghu Changkong had not died at the hands of a demonic beast, but was killed by a “person”—
the fury in his heart instantly erupted!
“Who is Tan Yun?! Step forward immediately!”
His roar was like thunder, shaking the eardrums of more than 1,000,000 disciples until they ached!
In the eyes of all disciples—
before even entering the inner sect, Tan Yun had already reached a dead end.
Today… he might lose his life here!
Countless gazes locked onto him.
Tan Yun took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and faced the Daoist of Holy Soul directly. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant:
“This disciple, Tan Yun, asks the Core Disciple—what business do you have with me?”
“You little beast!”
The Daoist of Holy Soul was furious to the point of explosion.
“You killed my great-grandson, yet you still dare to feign ignorance! And you dare ask what business I have with you?!”
As the roar fell—
he clenched his wrinkled right hand and reached out toward Tan Yun from afar!
In that instant—
spiritual energy on the stage surged, transforming into a giant “spiritual palm” that seized Tan Yun in its grasp!
The speed was so fast that Tan Yun had almost no time to react—
his body was lifted into the air, then held suspended above the Daoist of Holy Soul’s head.
“You wretched creature!”
“How dare you kill the only bloodline of my Linghu family!”
The Daoist of Holy Soul suppressed his urge to crush him instantly, his expression twisted.
“Answer me! Did you know that Changkong was my great-grandson?!”
He… did not want Tan Yun to die easily!
He wanted him to “suffer” before dying!
Before the echo of his roar even faded—
the giant spiritual palm began to slowly tighten.
Suddenly—
“Crack… crack…”
Bone-grinding sounds echoed chillingly from within the giant palm, where only Tan Yun’s head remained visible!
2 streams of blood spurted from his nose!
At the same time—
blood seeped from his mouth, ears, and eyes, dripping onto the table below and forming scattered crimson droplets.
If Tan Yun’s body had not been as strong as a high-grade spirit weapon—
with just 1 squeeze… he would have been crushed into pieces!
From the moment he was seized to the instant blood flowed from all 7 orifices—
everything happened in the blink of an eye!
When Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao came to their senses—
the pitiful sight of Tan Yun caused their beautiful eyes to fill with tears.
Xue Ziyan was the same.
They wanted to rush out and protect him with all their hearts!
But remembering Tan Yun’s warning—
in the end, they could only grit their teeth, suppress their pain, and remain standing in place.
Song Qingqiu clenched his fists tightly, secretly glancing toward Bingqing Daozi—the Grand Elder of the Alchemy lineage—who sat above.
However, before he could speak—
Tan Yun spoke first.
And the very first words he uttered—
caused everyone’s expressions to change instantly!
Blood continued to flow from his 7 orifices without stop.
His blood-stained eyes stared fiercely at the Daoist of Holy Soul.
Though his handsome face was twisted in pain, it carried “3 parts mockery and 7 parts arrogance.”
A sharp voice rang out—
“I… am a person of the Ancestor!”
“Do you dare kill me?!”
The word “Ancestor” was emphasized heavily!
The moment those words fell—
more than 1,000,000 disciples, the outer sect elders, and even the other 8 core disciples on their seats were all shaken!
From Tan Yun’s words—
everyone instinctively realized…
Tan Yun “had a connection to the Ancestor!”
In everyone’s eyes—
the Ancestor bore the surname “Huangfu,” while Tan Yun’s surname was “Tan.”
Thus… he could not be a direct descendant.
In that case—
there was only 1 remaining possibility!
Tan Yun… was connected to the Ancestor!
This conclusion arose simultaneously in everyone’s minds.
Tan Yun’s bold declaration struck the Daoist of Holy Soul like a bolt of lightning!
Although in his heart he wanted to crush Tan Yun into pieces to avenge his deceased great-grandson—
if Tan Yun truly “had a connection to the Ancestor”…
then even if he had 10,000 lives, he would not dare to touch him in the slightest!
Cold sweat broke out across the Daoist of Holy Soul’s forehead.
Suddenly—
the giant spiritual palm holding Tan Yun… dissipated.
Tan Yun’s body fell from a modest height onto the stage. He staggered slightly before regaining his balance.
He straightened his back and raised his head, staring directly at the Daoist of Holy Soul without fear.
In his heart… he silently swore—
that one day, he would kill that old man!
At this moment—
everyone believed that Tan Yun was connected to the Ancestor.
Except for 1 person—
Mu Mengyi.
In this world, only she knew Tan Yun’s “entire past.”
The extremely intelligent girl seemed to understand something, pondering deeply within her heart:
“How cunning… he’s skillfully exploiting the sect’s rules…”
The Daoist of Holy Soul forcibly calmed himself, pointed at Tan Yun, and spoke in a stern voice:
“Speak! What is your relationship with the Ancestor!”
“If you cannot give a clear answer—I will kill you in front of everyone for insulting the Ancestor!”
“Very well, then listen carefully.”
Tan Yun deliberately raised his voice so that everyone present could hear clearly.
“I ask the Core Disciple of the Holy Soul lineage—”
“Our Ancestor personally founded the Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
“And I… am a disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
“Or do you think… I am not ‘a person of the Ancestor’?”
The moment these words fell—
the entire arena erupted in an uproar!
No one had expected—
that Tan Yun would use “such reasoning” to trap everyone completely!
“Damn it! The most terrifying kind of bragging… is this subtle kind!”
Countless people cursed inwardly.
At that moment—
the humiliation of being mocked surged violently within the Daoist of Holy Soul!
He roared in fury:
“You insolent brat! How dare you speak so arrogantly and insult the Ancestor!”
“I will kill you and expose your crime to the world!”
Yet Tan Yun only grew more confident, completely fearless, and shouted back boldly:
“Once I entered the Huangfu Sacred Sect—”
“Alive, I am a person of the sect; dead, I am a ghost of the sect!”
“I ask the Core Disciple—am I wrong?”
“Or do you think… that you yourself are not a person of the Ancestor?!”
Tan Yun cupped his fists, raised his head to the sky, his voice resounding:
“Core Disciple of the Holy Soul lineage—do you dare…”
“to declare before the spirit of the Ancestor, and before everyone, that I am not a person of the Ancestor?”
“Do you dare… to kill a disciple loyal to the Ancestor like me in public?!”
“If you kill me—then it is equivalent to admitting that… you yourself are not a person of the Ancestor!”
Tan Yun’s words—
were completely flawless!
Even the other 8 core disciples couldn’t help but admire him inwardly.
On the contrary—
the Daoist of Holy Soul’s expression turned incomparably grim!
Should he act or not?
He wanted to kill!
He wanted to kill to the point of madness!
But… he “did not dare”!
Because if he made a move—
it would be the same as admitting in front of everyone that he himself was “not a person of the Ancestor”!
“This kid is truly cunning! He’s actually forced the Core Disciple of the Holy Soul lineage into a corner!”
Song Qingqiu thought to himself, unable to suppress his admiration.
However—
Tan Yun’s next words—
were like a direct slap to the Daoist of Holy Soul’s face—
leaving him… with no way to dodge at all!
--Translated by likesnovel--