The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
— As Tan Yun rode the Golden Dragon Lion into the sky and disappeared— An ancient voice echoed above the mountain peak: “Suping, I have observed the stars for many nights… your fortune is about to arrive.” “Whether now or in the upcoming alchemy competition—you can rest assured.” “Your disciple… will claim the championship and defeat the geniuses of the other 2 great sects!” — Shen Suping looked up at the empty night sky. “This disciple… believes in Master’s words…” “Do you know that within the ...
After she finished speaking, Shen Suping’s tears streamed down her beautiful cheeks like a string of broken pearls.
Just as Tan Yun was about to speak, the teleportation array atop the mountain suddenly flashed. A figure appeared in midair—Tantai Zhongde—his face full of a bright smile as he looked toward Tan Yun in the hall and spoke politely,
“Elder, I have brought you something good.”
Shen Suping hurriedly wiped away her tears. Looking at Tantai Zhongde as he entered the hall, she forced a smile and bowed,
“Disciple greets Elder De.”
Seeing her reddened eyes, Tantai Zhongde’s smile faded.
“Miss Shen, what happened?”
“It’s nothing. Please speak with Master first,” she replied, then bowed slightly. “Master, I’ll take my leave upstairs.”
“Mm, go ahead. I’ll talk to you later,” Tan Yun nodded.
After Shen Suping left, Tantai Zhongde’s interspatial ring flashed. A purple-black flame about 1 chi tall appeared in his right palm, enveloped in a layer of light.
Tan Yun’s eyes lit up instantly as he blurted out,
“A quasi-venerable-grade fire seed, at least of the Fire attribute—‘Profound Dark Violet Flame’!”
He stared at the flame intensely, his gaze gleaming like a wolf spotting its prey.
Tantai Zhongde smiled and bowed slightly.
“As expected of you, Elder. You recognized it at a glance.”
He handed over the flame and said,
“Your pill formula has been verified as authentic.”
“This flame was originally to be auctioned at Huangfu Pavilion in a few days. Fortunately, I arrived 4 days ago—otherwise, it would’ve fallen into someone else’s hands.”
Tan Yun accepted it, storing it in his interspatial ring, and cupped his fists in thanks.
“This item has arrived at the perfect time. I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Elder De.”
“No need to be so polite,” Tantai Zhongde bowed again. “I can see Miss Shen has something on her mind. You should keep her company. I’ll take my leave and continue searching for more fire seeds.”
“Then I’ll see you off—”
“No need, no need. Please rest, Elder.” With that, he departed.
—
Tan Yun fell into thought.
“Once the Primordial Flame devours the ‘Profound Dark Violet Flame,’ it should at least rise from early Tier 3 to peak Tier 3.”
“That way, I can refine the ‘Extraterrestrial Violet Meteorite Iron’ into a sword embryo within 4–5 years.”
“In 11 months, the Grand Competition of the 9 inner sect branches will begin. Securing a spot to enter the Eternal Realm won’t be difficult… but that place is extremely dangerous. I must forge my flying sword first.”
His eyes flashed.
“The top level of the time-space tower—Floor 108… If I enter again for 3 months, where 1 day inside equals 18 days outside—it will be enough to complete the sword embryo!”
“After that, I must fuse the 11 elemental materials before entering the Eternal Realm!”
He then smiled faintly.
“Suping is feeling down… I’ll take this chance to give her 2 great gifts.”
—
“Suping, come out. Your master has 2 great gifts for you.”
His hoarse laughter echoed.
Creak—
Shen Suping stepped out from Tang Xinying’s chamber, offering a faint smile.
“Master, what gifts are they? Please come in first.”
She pulled Tan Yun into her private room.
“Master… do you know who the killer is?” Her beautiful eyes were filled with hope.
Tan Yun coughed lightly.
“Ahem… how would I know? I’m not a god.”
“Oh…” She looked dejected. “Then… what are the gifts?”
—
Seeing her dependence on him, Tan Yun spoke calmly,
“Disciple, I recall you once said Qingfeng has been a steward for a long time but never had the chance to be promoted to elder.”
“Now that the 3rd Elder is dead, let him take the position.”
Shen Suping shook her head and sighed.
“That won’t work… I want to do it too, but he lacks major achievements and outstanding disciples.”
“The rules of the alchemy lineage are strict. Even if I propose it, it won’t pass.”
“Moreover, if he’s promoted unjustly, others won’t accept it…”
She sighed again.
“If Tan Yun were still alive, he would be the only opportunity… but unfortunately…”
Tan Yun said softly,
“If he were still alive, you wouldn’t be so troubled, right?”
“Of course…” she answered honestly. “But there’s no ‘if’ in this world.”
—
Tan Yun continued,
“Suping, I need to go into seclusion for a while. If Elder De brings anything during this time, keep it for me.”
“Understood…” she replied sadly. “Master, are you leaving already? I still have so much to say…”
“Then say it now. I’ll resolve what I can first.”
She pouted slightly.
“Master, you can still laugh…”
“So many people have died, and the killer hasn’t been caught. This is my burden.”
“In 5 months, I must lead the disciples to the alchemy competition among 3 sects. The result will determine the quota to enter the Eternal Realm.”
“But right now, only Luo Fan and Song Hong are entry-level grandmaster alchemists…”
She felt suffocated by the pressure.
—
Tan Yun’s expression turned serious.
“Suping, there’s something I must tell you.”
She immediately bowed.
“Master, please instruct me.”
“You were born for greatness. Don’t limit your vision to the Huangfu Sect!”
“Don’t become weak just because the killer hasn’t been found!”
“I’ve noticed you hesitate too much. You must change!”
“In the future, you will follow me to pursue the supreme Dao—this sect position is only temporary!”
“As long as you act according to your conscience and give your all, the truth will eventually come to light!”
—
Shen Suping knelt down.
“Master’s teachings—this disciple will remember for life!”
Tan Yun helped her up.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll return in no more than 4 months.”
“Master… I’ll miss you,” she said, biting her lip, her gaze complex.
“I will too… my beloved disciple.”
With that, he turned and left.
—
As Tan Yun rode the Golden Dragon Lion into the sky and disappeared—
An ancient voice echoed above the mountain peak:
“Suping, I have observed the stars for many nights… your fortune is about to arrive.”
“Whether now or in the upcoming alchemy competition—you can rest assured.”
“Your disciple… will claim the championship and defeat the geniuses of the other 2 great sects!”
—
Shen Suping looked up at the empty night sky.
She nodded softly.
“This disciple… believes in Master’s words…”
“Do you know that within the inner alchemy lineage of the sect, under your grandfather’s supervision, there are only 2 entry-level grandmaster alchemists?” Gongsun Yangchun said in a heavy tone.
“As for your artifact-refining lineage… there is only 1 mid-level grandmaster artificer—and that person is you!”
He paused briefly before continuing,
“The grand competition of the 3 ancient sects—alchemy, artifact refining, talismans, and formations—is about to begin at the Eternal Immortal Sect.”
“With your current artifact-refining skills, you have a very high chance of surpassing the disciples of both the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Divine Spirit Immortal Palace!”
“If you win, you will certainly bring glory to the artifact-refining lineage… but have you thought about it?”
“You will shine too brightly, making your grandfather’s alchemy lineage… seem dim in comparison!”
Gongsun Yangchun’s voice turned stern.
“Listen to me—withdraw from the artifact-refining lineage!”
—
Gongsun Ruoxi froze for a moment, then lifted her head stubbornly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.
“Grandfather… in your heart, which matters more—the honor of the alchemy lineage, or your granddaughter’s future?”
“If it’s the former…”
“I promise that in the artifact-refining competition of the 3 ancient sects, I will only display the level of an entry-level grandmaster!”
—
Gongsun Yangchun took a deep breath. Instead of answering directly, he spoke in a low voice,
“This matter is not just about my honor—it concerns the power struggle among the 9 lineages!”
“Since you refuse to leave the artifact-refining lineage, I won’t force you.”
“But you must keep your word—before the competition, no one is allowed to know that you are a mid-level grandmaster!”
“That’s enough. I still have important matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”
—
As Gongsun Yangchun turned and left, tears streamed down Gongsun Ruoxi’s face.
“Grandfather… wait!”
“What is it now?” His reply carried clear impatience.
She bit her lip, her voice trembling,
“Why do you treat me this way… is it because I’m just an adopted child?”
“Slap!”
A loud sound echoed as his palm struck her face!
Gongsun Yangchun’s aged body trembled with anger.
“You… how dare you say such a thing!”
“If I truly saw you as merely an adopted child, would I have indulged you in defying my wishes to join the artifact-refining lineage?!”
“If I didn’t love you like my own granddaughter… I—”
His breath hitched, his face flushed red.
“You have truly disappointed me!”
—
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slashed into the void!
“Rip—!”
The sky tore open into a pitch-black spatial rift about 10 zhang long!
Gongsun Yangchun stepped into the rift—and vanished in an instant!
Moments later, the rift slowly closed, restoring calm.
This was… the power of “space tearing”!
—
After he left, Gongsun Ruoxi slowly got up, tears still flowing, her face filled with confusion and pain.
“If you truly loved me… why won’t you let me display my full abilities in the artifact-refining competition…”
—
At that moment, a sweet, bell-like voice descended from the sky,
“Ruoxi, have you come out of seclusion? Quickly tell your master—have you advanced to entry-level grandmaster yet?”
Gongsun Ruoxi hurriedly wiped her tears. Turning around, she saw Murong Daoze descending onto the mountain peak on a flying sword.
She wore a light pink dress as thin as cicada wings, clinging to her graceful curves. Her tall, elegant figure and bright, clear eyes were filled with anticipation.
“Master…” Gongsun Ruoxi smiled gently.
“This disciple has not disappointed you. I have advanced to entry-level grandmaster.”
“Good! Excellent!” Murong Daoze was overjoyed.
“In that case, our artifact-refining lineage now has 4 entry-level grandmasters!”
She continued,
“Our sect is far from the Eternal Immortal Sect. In 1 month, we will depart together with the alchemy, talisman, and formation lineages.”
“For now, you should rest well.”
“This disciple understands,” Gongsun Ruoxi nodded.
—
But deep in her heart…
She felt immense pain—
and an unspoken sense of guilt toward her master.
--Translated by likesnovel--