The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
It was only after he selected all 11 of your flying swords that I realized he must be an inner disciple of our weapon-refining lineage.” “However, for some reason, he deliberately wore the attire of a miscellaneous disciple to conceal his identity…” “The reason I am certain he is from our weapon-refining lineage is very simple—I do not believe anyone could surpass me in weapon refining unless they belong to our lineage.” “Master, I am very familiar with the other 2 among the 3 great geniuses of ...
Zhong Wu Siyao nodded, her smile gentle and sweet.
“Thank you, Master, for your kind praise. I am foolish—if not for your excellent guidance, I would not be where I am today.”
At that moment, a melodious voice like a soft breeze sounded from outside the hall:
“Disciple Gongsun Ruoxi has an urgent matter to report and seeks an audience with Master.”
“Enter,” Mu Rong Dezhe said. As soon as he finished speaking, the doors of the hall opened. Gongsun Ruoxi stepped in gracefully and bowed.
“Disciple greets Master.”
Then she turned to Zhong Wu Siyao and smiled warmly.
“Junior Sister Zhong Wu, greetings.”
“Senior Sister Gongsun, greetings,” Zhong Wu Siyao replied with a smile.
“Ruoxi, speak. What is the matter?” Mu Rong Dezhe asked.
“Reporting to Master, the 11 top-grade, peak-tier spiritual flying swords that you forged 30 years ago were all sold 3 days ago,” Gongsun Ruoxi said respectfully.
Mu Rong Dezhe smiled faintly. “Is that not a good thing? How is it important?”
Gongsun Ruoxi seemed to recall something, admiration flashing in her eyes.
“Master, it is not just that. Those 11 flying swords were selected from tens of thousands, and they were all purchased at once by a single male disciple.”
“His selection process took only half a shichen. Moreover, he did not ask about the origins of the 11 flying swords at all—he chose them entirely on his own.”
Mu Rong Dezhe frowned slightly, her slender body trembling faintly.
“You mean that disciple selected the swords I forged based solely on their outward appearance?”
“Yes, Master,” Gongsun Ruoxi replied. Her gaze grew even more reverent.
“I am certain his weapon-refining ability surpasses mine. He must be an entry-level Weapon Refining Grandmaster!”
“What!” Mu Rong Dezhe’s eyes shone with undisguised excitement.
“Ruoxi, tell me quickly—who is he? Whose disciple is he within the weapon-refining lineage? How old is he? What is his cultivation level? I must know everything clearly!”
In Mu Rong Dezhe’s heart, a realization dawned—within their weapon-refining lineage, a disciple had actually reached the level of a Weapon Refining Grandmaster. Even if only entry-level, it was the first in nearly 10,000 years among inner disciples!
Moreover, in another 2.5 years, it would be time for the grand competition among the 3 ancient sects of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range, where they would compete in alchemy, weapon refining, formation crafting, and talisman inscription.
If a Weapon Refining Grandmaster were to appear among their inner disciples, it would bring immense honor to the sect. And as the chief disciple of the weapon-refining lineage, she would be able to stand proudly before the chief disciples of the other 8 lineages!
Furthermore, there was even a chance to receive rewards from the Immortal Sect, or even the Sacred Sect, along with recognition from the leader of the weapon-refining lineage!
How could she not be excited?
Seeing the anticipation in her master’s eyes, Gongsun Ruoxi pressed her lips together and spoke awkwardly:
“Reporting to Master… this disciple does not know who he is. I am incompetent. Even when I asked which elder he studied under in the weapon-refining lineage, he refused to answer.”
“Even now, I do not know what he looks like. I only know that his cultivation is at Level 7 of the Nascent Soul Realm. As for anything else, I know nothing.”
Mu Rong Dezhe frowned slightly and said doubtfully,
“Tell me everything in detail. How can you be certain he is a Weapon Refining Grandmaster and not just an ordinary refiner?”
Gongsun Ruoxi steadied herself and recalled the events of that day.
“Reporting to Master, at that time he was wearing the attire of a miscellaneous disciple. His entire body and face were covered in mud, even the embroidered words on his chest were concealed.”
“At first, I thought he was just a labor disciple who had gone out to mine spirit ore. It was only after he selected all 11 of your flying swords that I realized he must be an inner disciple of our weapon-refining lineage.”
“However, for some reason, he deliberately wore the attire of a miscellaneous disciple to conceal his identity…”
“The reason I am certain he is from our weapon-refining lineage is very simple—I do not believe anyone could surpass me in weapon refining unless they belong to our lineage.”
“Master, I am very familiar with the other 2 among the 3 great geniuses of our weapon-refining lineage. Judging from his cultivation at Level 7 of the Nascent Soul Realm, he must be a rising star under the guidance of one of the elders. He likely keeps a very low profile and is extremely cautious.”
After hearing this, Mu Rong Dezhe nodded slightly.
“Your analysis is reasonable. Continue.”
“Yes, Master,” Gongsun Ruoxi replied.
A flash of azure light appeared from her spatial ring, and a blue flying sword materialized in her hand.
She gazed at the sword, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and admiration.
“Master, this is the top-grade, peak-tier lightning-attribute spiritual flying sword that I forged 1 year ago. During the entire forging process, no one knew of it.”
Mu Rong Dezhe nodded.
“I remember. When this sword was completed, I was quite surprised and even praised you.”
“But does Master know…” Gongsun Ruoxi’s beautiful face revealed a bitter expression.
“When he selected the lightning-attribute sword you forged, this disciple offered 200,000,000 low-grade spirit stones in exchange for an answer—why he did not choose this sword of mine.”
“And what did he say, to make my prized disciple so disheartened?” Mu Rong Dezhe asked with interest.
Behind them, Zhong Wu Siyao stared intently at the sword in Gongsun Ruoxi’s hand, her expression full of curiosity.
Gongsun Ruoxi’s face dimmed as she gave a bitter smile.
“He said that although my sword is more refined than ordinary ones, compared to Master’s, it is still ‘immature.’”
“Moreover, even though he did not know that the sword was forged by me, he was able to accurately describe the forging process and even stated that the refiner was a female at the Saint-tier Weapon Refining level.”
The moment she heard this, Mu Rong Dezhe’s smile froze, her eyes turning deeply shocked.
“What did you say? Just by looking at its appearance, he could tell that you do not possess a lightning Nascent Soul, but instead infused heavenly lightning into the sword?”
“Yes, Master, he truly said that,” Gongsun Ruoxi lowered her head, looking as if she had suffered a heavy blow.
“When I asked how he could discern the forging steps and even the gender of the refiner, he did not answer and left immediately.”
“I even chased after him outside the Myriad Spirit Treasure Hall, hoping to get acquainted with him. It was the first time I ever approached a man first… yet he rejected me.”
Upon hearing this, Mu Rong Dezhe’s expression shifted from shock to solemn confusion. She firmly believed that even she, as a Saint-tier Weapon Refining Grandmaster, would find it difficult to determine the forging process from a sword’s appearance—let alone identify the gender of its creator!
“If all of this is true, then he must at least be a Saint-tier Weapon Refining Grandmaster like me. He cannot be an inner disciple of the weapon-refining lineage… he must be concealing his cultivation!”
Her gaze grew more intense.
“Or could it be… an elder from the weapon-refining lineage of the Immortal Sect deliberately disguised as a disciple to inspect the Myriad Spirit Treasure Hall of the inner sect? Yes… that must be it!”
With that thought, she quickly said,
“Ruoxi, quickly—show me his appearance!”
“Yes, Master.”
Gongsun Ruoxi flicked her fingers, and a stream of spiritual energy surged out, forming an image in midair—of a man whose entire body and face were completely covered in mud.
“Hm?” Mu Rong Dezhe’s pupils suddenly contracted, waves of shock surging within her heart.
“Judging from his appearance, he is extremely young—at most in his 20s. I have met the weapon-refining elders of both the Immortal Sect and the Sacred Sect; even the youngest among them are no less than 500 years old. He is definitely not an elder from either sect!”
“Could he truly be a disciple of my weapon-refining lineage? But if so, how could he determine that the refiner was female… I see—he must have simply guessed correctly!”
Just as Mu Rong Dezhe was deep in thought—
Suddenly, Zhong Wu Siyao, who stood behind, widened her beautiful eyes in shock and exclaimed in disbelief—
“It’s him!”
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