The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Now, upon learning that Tan Yun—who had never studied the path of weapon refining—could make even Gongsun Ruoxi acknowledge his skill, she became even more convinced of her judgment: Tan Yun was definitely extraordinary! However, Mu Rong Dezhe’s voice sounded again from behind, filled with expectation: “I hope that before the weapon-refining competition of the 3 ancient sects, you will be able to step into the entry-level Weapon Refining Grandmaster realm.” “At the same time, do not neglect your...
A glint flashed in Gongsun Ruoxi’s eyes as she looked at Zhong Wu Siyao and hurriedly asked,
“Junior Sister Zhong Wu, who exactly is he?”
Mu Rong Dezhe turned around at once.
“Siyao, do you know this person?”
How could Zhong Wu Siyao not recognize Tan Yun?
Back in the Fallen Deity Valley, when Tan Yun had been severely injured while being pursued by Mu Rong Kun, it was Zhong Wu Siyao who saved him and took care of him in her cave for several days while he was unconscious.
She had even removed his clothes and cleaned his body—one could say that she was thoroughly familiar with every part of his body.
Now, although Tan Yun had concealed his face, just from his posture and the outline formed by spiritual energy, she recognized him instantly.
Moreover, what made her even more certain was that there was a small black mole on Tan Yun’s neck, about the size of a grain of rice—and the man in the image created by Gongsun Ruoxi had the exact same mole in the same position.
Thus, Zhong Wu Siyao was 100% certain that the man was Tan Yun!
Furthermore, although she did not know Tan Yun’s past identity, from the “Nine Heavens Mysterious Divine Sword Scripture” that he had given her, she could vaguely guess that he was no ordinary person.
Now, upon learning that Tan Yun—who had never studied the path of weapon refining—could make even Gongsun Ruoxi acknowledge his skill, she became even more convinced of her judgment: Tan Yun was definitely extraordinary!
At the same time, when faced with the questions from Mu Rong Dezhe and Gongsun Ruoxi, Zhong Wu Siyao realized that Tan Yun likely did not want others to know his identity—otherwise, he would not have smeared mud over his face.
Her eyes flickered slightly before she said with a hint of guilt,
“Reporting to Master, during my time in the weapon-refining lineage, I have seen several senior brothers with a similar build to this man. However, upon closer inspection, none of them are exactly the same.”
A trace of disappointment appeared in Mu Rong Dezhe’s eyes as she sighed softly.
“Judging by appearance alone, there are far too many people in this world who resemble one another…”
Then she turned to Gongsun Ruoxi and said seriously,
“In the next few days, visit the other elders in the weapon-refining lineage more frequently. You must find out which elder this man is a disciple of within our lineage.”
“Disciple understands. I will take my leave,” Gongsun Ruoxi said as she gracefully turned to leave. However, Mu Rong Dezhe’s voice sounded again from behind, filled with expectation:
“I hope that before the weapon-refining competition of the 3 ancient sects, you will be able to step into the entry-level Weapon Refining Grandmaster realm.”
“At the same time, do not neglect your cultivation. I hope you will stand above all others in the grand competition of the 9 inner-disciple lineages and win the qualification to enter the Eternal Immortal Realm with honor.”
Gongsun Ruoxi turned back, a surge of killing intent mixed with determination flashing in her eyes.
“Master, please rest assured—I will not disappoint you!”
Mu Rong Dezhe smiled faintly.
“Mm, go. If there is any news about that man, report to me immediately. Also, you may draw his portrait and pass down my order—have all the elders of the weapon-refining lineage assist in searching for him.”
“Additionally, if you have time, share your weapon-refining experience with Siyao.”
“Disciple understands. I take my leave,” Gongsun Ruoxi said before departing.
However, at the moment she turned around, the glance she cast toward Zhong Wu Siyao carried a faint trace of coldness—yet no one noticed it.
After Gongsun Ruoxi left, Zhong Wu Siyao looked at Mu Rong Dezhe as if she wanted to say something, yet hesitated.
“What is it?” Mu Rong Dezhe asked.
“Disciple… wishes to visit a friend,” Zhong Wu Siyao said softly.
Mu Rong Dezhe’s expression immediately turned stern, her tone carrying authority.
“Siyao, you are my only closed-door disciple. I have placed all my hopes on you.”
“Before the weapon-refining competition of the 3 ancient sects, I will devote myself fully to training your refining skills. As for the remaining time, you must also focus on cultivation so that you can shine in the grand competition of the 9 inner-disciple lineages!”
“Siyao, for cultivators like us, 2 years is extremely short. During this period, you are not to meet anyone—enter closed-door cultivation!”
Upon hearing this, Zhong Wu Siyao’s beautiful eyes revealed deep reluctance, but she nodded firmly.
“Disciple will remember Master’s teachings and obey.”
“Mm, that’s my good disciple!” Mu Rong Dezhe said with a teasing smile before continuing,
“Alright, next I will pass on to you the core essence of forging top-tier supreme-grade magical treasures.”
“Once you fully comprehend it, I will personally guide you in forging peak top-grade spiritual weapons, including spiritual swords…”
…
The next morning, thick dark clouds blanketed the sky as heavy rain poured down violently.
Tan Yun had been controlling his flying spirit vessel through the storm for 4 days. Now, only 300 li remained before he would reach the mountain gate of the alchemy lineage.
Suddenly, the dense black clouds above began to churn violently, as if an ancient beast were lurking within!
“Hm?”
Inside the cultivation chamber, Tan Yun raised his head and looked through the transparent wall of the vessel. Suddenly, his pupils constricted—a pitch-black spirit vessel, several hundred zhang long, burst through the dark clouds and slammed toward him at full speed!
Amid the torrential rain, the figure of Song Qinglei could be vaguely seen standing atop the black vessel. The eyes beneath his mask gleamed with chilling light.
“Tan Yun! Last time I let you escape, you piece of trash! Today, I’ll see whether you live or die!”
8 days ago, Song Qinglei had returned to the Sacred Soul lineage to retrieve this black spirit vessel—his purpose was to destroy Tan Yun’s top-grade spirit vessel!
“Damn it… a low-grade magical treasure!”
Tan Yun stared at the incoming vessel and couldn’t help but curse. Without hesitation, he shot out of the cultivation chamber—
“BOOM!”
A deafening explosion rang out. The already damaged spirit vessel was shattered into countless fragments upon the violent collision with the black vessel!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!”
Countless fragments burst outward in all directions, slicing through the air with piercing force, closing in on Tan Yun as he used the Primordial Divine Steps to evade!
“Slash! Slash! Slash!”
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of razor-sharp fragments either sliced across Tan Yun’s body, sending blood spraying, or pierced straight into him!
Moments later, Tan Yun flickered and reappeared 3 li away.
At this moment, blood poured from his entire body and face. Dozens of wounds were so deep that bone was visible!
More than 30 fragments were embedded in his chest and back!
Though the sight was horrifying, fortunately, they were all external injuries!
A flash of light came from Tan Yun’s spatial ring, and a top-grade, peak-tier wind-attribute flying sword appeared beneath his feet.
Standing atop the flying sword, he did not flee. Instead, he stared at the black spirit vessel above with surging killing intent!
“You trash! Why aren’t you running this time like you did 8 days ago? Hahaha! Why not run now? Or do you realize you can’t escape!”
On the spirit vessel, Song Qinglei sneered coldly before shouting,
“Surround him!”
“Yes, Senior Brother Song!”
In an instant, from the black spirit vessel, 42 masked disciples at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm rode their flying swords outward, surrounding Tan Yun in the pouring rain!
“Tan Yun, take a good look! 300 li behind you lies your sect’s gate—but you will never make it back there! Hahaha!”
Looking down from above, Song Qinglei’s gaze was vicious as he burst into maniacal laughter.
The other 42 Sacred Soul lineage disciples surrounding Tan Yun all had cruel expressions, their eyes filled with killing intent.
Tan Yun’s body trembled, and the fragments embedded in him were blasted out!
Through the curtain of rain, he swept his gaze around. His wet hair covered part of his vision, yet it could not conceal the star-like brilliance in his eyes, blazing with battle intent!
“The Sacred Soul lineage sure thinks highly of me—sending 48 Nascent Soul Great Perfection disciples just to kill me!”
“8 days ago, I killed 5 of them—today, I don’t mind killing a few more!”
--Translated by likesnovel--