The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“How is this possible… how did he do it?!” Gongsun Ruoxi’s heart was filled with shock, unable to believe her eyes.

The 11 supreme-grade Flying Soul Swords that Tan Yun had selected were all forged by Mu Rong Dezhe, Gongsun Ruoxi’s master, 30 years ago, back when he was a Saint-level swordsmith!

After completing them, Mu Rong Dezhe brought all 11 Flying Soul Swords to sell in Wanbaoling Pavilion.

Yet Tan Yun was able to identify and select all 11 swords from tens of thousands of supreme-grade Soul Weapons, as if searching for a needle in a haystack. In Gongsun Ruoxi’s eyes, only a master-level craftsman superior to a Saint-level swordsmith could achieve that.

“Is he really a master-level craftsman?” This thought crossed her mind, but she immediately dismissed it.

In her perspective, Tan Yun was merely a lowly slave boy—how could he possibly be a swordsmith superior to her?

Conflicted and filled with doubt, she could not understand how he could have done it.

Regaining her composure, she suppressed her shock and confusion, fixing her gaze on Tan Yun, and spoke in a soft, melodious voice:

“Young master… on this floor, there are tens of thousands of supreme-grade Flying Soul Swords. Why did you choose these 11?”

“I… just picked them randomly. Is that a problem?” Tan Yun replied simply, then added, “Let’s pay for them.”

Gongsun Ruoxi could hardly believe her ears. She thought, “Who could select 11 swords out of tens of thousands?”

If it were just one or two by luck, it could be understood. But 11? Gongsun Ruoxi could not believe Tan Yun had selected them randomly.

Seeing that he refused to answer, she understood immediately. Her tone softened into a gentle smile.

“We are reasonable people. If you refuse to answer, it’s fine… How about this: if you answer one more question for me, I’ll reduce the price of one sword by 1 low-grade spirit stone. Is that acceptable?”

It should be noted that even the cheapest of the 11 Flying Soul Swords Tan Yun selected had a minimum price of 200,000,000 low-grade spirit stones!

Did Tan Yun feel tempted? Of course! Who wouldn’t want to earn such spirit stones?

“Beautiful as you are, Gongsun… speak,” Tan Yun laughed.

“Swish!”

In an instant, Gongsun Ruoxi raised her delicate hand. One Flying Soul Sword floated from the shelf into her hand, and she placed it confidently in front of Tan Yun.

“You don’t need to hide your identity anymore. Actually, you are not a slave boy, but someone from our Weapon-Crafting Sect.”

“Of course. I won’t ask why you disguised yourself as a slave with a dirty face. I just want to know—why didn’t you choose this sword of mine?”

Hearing this, Tan Yun smiled faintly but did not explain his identity.

To Gongsun Ruoxi, that smile was almost confirmation enough.

After receiving the sword, Tan Yun tested it briefly before speaking in a low voice:

“If I’m not mistaken, this sword should be a supreme-grade Flying Soul Sword of the Sky attribute—Sky-Lightning, created by a woman.”

“This woman was not naturally of the Sky-Lightning lineage. She had to temporarily store the sword before completing it, then integrate Sky-Lightning power when struck by the Heavenly Lightning. That’s why the sword has the Sky attribute.”

Tan Yun paused, his eyes shining with admiration.

“Generally, Saint-level swordsmiths not of the Sky-Lightning lineage would find it difficult to forge a Flying Soul Sword of another attribute to the supreme-grade level.”

“But this woman did it, which shows her sword-forging skill and talent are extraordinary.”

Hearing this, Gongsun Ruoxi appeared calm outwardly, but inwardly she was nearly frozen with shock.

She thought, “Who is he? Just by looking at a sword, he can describe my forging process accurately. How is that possible?!”

“Could he be an elder? No… impossible! He’s only Seventh Level of the Nascent Soul Realm. He can’t be an elder!”

“Or… could a new genius be emerging in our Weapon-Crafting Sect?”

“...”

The astonishment of Gongsun Ruoxi was beyond words. When she had originally forged this supreme-grade Flying Soul Sword of the Sky attribute, no one had been near her or witnessed her skill.

Yet the young man before her, deliberately disguised as a slave with mud on his face, now appeared like a deity in her eyes.

At the same time, hearing Tan Yun’s praise stirred a sense of joy in her heart. Who wouldn’t like compliments?

But as soon as she took a deep breath and asked Tan Yun a question, that joy quickly vanished.

“Young master… I really want to know, how did you know this sword was forged by a Saint-level woman?”

Gongsun Ruoxi blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at Tan Yun with undisguised admiration.

“Very simple,” Tan Yun said, looking at the Flying Soul Sword in his hand, his voice calm and confident.

“Just now, before I found the Sky-attribute sword I had intended to choose, I was planning to buy this sword instead, because its forging technique was slightly better than the other Sky-attribute swords.”

“But compared to the swords I chose this time, it was still incomplete. That shows the person who forged this sword wasn’t a lower-level craftsman, but a Saint-level master.”

“And the main reason I’m certain it was forged by a woman is because of the forging technique itself.”

Hearing this, Gongsun Ruoxi furrowed her brows and looked at Tan Yun with a questioning gaze.

“Young master… how can you tell from a Flying Soul Sword that the forger is a woman?”

“Miss Gongsun… you’ve asked enough questions. I have other matters, so please proceed with payment,” Tan Yun replied evenly.

“Oh… very well,” Gongsun Ruoxi said with a tired sigh.

“The Flying Soul Swords of Yin, Yang, Water, Fire, and Earth attributes, each supreme-grade, are priced at 200,000,000 low-grade spirit stones per sword.”

“The Wind and Lightning attribute swords are 300,000,000 low-grade spirit stones each.”

“The Time, Space, Light, and Death attribute swords are 480,000,000 low-grade spirit stones each.”

“All 11 swords together total 3,520,000,000 low-grade spirit stones.”

“If you answer my question… I’ll reduce 200,000,000 spirit stones, leaving 3,320,000,000… I’ll round it down to 3,300,000,000 low-grade spirit stones.”

When Gongsun Ruoxi finished speaking, she didn’t think someone like Tan Yun, whose sword-forging skill surpassed hers, would be unable to pay.

Of course… Tan Yun could afford it.

Tan Yun spoke straightforwardly:

“Answering your question merits a 200,000,000 reduction, but the rest I must pay anyway. Since Wanbaoling Pavilion was founded by senior members of the Charm-Crafting Sect, if you reduced 20,000,000 spirit stones on your own, you’d have to cover that difference yourself.”

“Whether you pay upfront or not doesn’t matter,” Gongsun Ruoxi smiled beautifully. “I’m glad to meet you today. The little rounding down is just a token of thanks.”

“I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot accept it for free, so I’ll pay in full.” Tan Yun spoke, and immediately, the Qiankun Ring on his finger emitted rhythmic light. High-grade spirit stones flowed like a waterfall, piling up into a mountain.

Then the Qiankun Ring glowed again, and mid-grade spirit stones filled the floor.

Tan Yun looked at Gongsun Ruoxi.

“These are 330,000 high-grade spirit stones and 200,000 mid-grade spirit stones. Please count.”

“Understood,” Gongsun Ruoxi nodded, smiling, and accurately verified the quantities with her spiritual sense.

“Farewell.”

Tan Yun stored all 11 supreme-grade Flying Soul Swords into his Qiankun Ring, then descended the stairs to the lower floor. As he stepped out of Wanbaoling Pavilion, the celestial-sounding voice of Gongsun Ruoxi followed him:

“Young master… wait!”

--Translated by likesnovel--