The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“I'm not asking for much,” Tan Yun said calmly, his tone completely devoid of emotion. “The ‘4 Arts Competition’ will proceed as scheduled, and for the next 100 years, the disciples of Huangfu Shengzong must continue to receive quotas to enter the Eternal Realm based on the competition results.”

“100 years is impossible!” Ruyan Wuji roared. “That’s far too long! At most, 30 years!”

“Sect Master Ruyan, I suggest you think carefully before you speak,” Tan Yun replied coldly. At the same time, the grip of his left hand around Ru Yanchen’s throat slowly tightened.

Crack…

“F-Father… save… me…” Ru Yanchen’s face turned red as his voice broke apart.

“Tan Yun! 40 years at most—release my son immediately!” Ruyan Wuji trembled with fury.

“I already said—think before you speak,” Tan Yun answered indifferently. His tone was slow, yet razor-sharp. His five fingers dug half an inch deeper into Ru Yanchen’s throat, fresh blood spilling through the gaps between them.

“AAARGH—!” A miserable scream echoed across the mountain like a wailing ghost.

“Tan Yun, you bastard! Listen carefully!” Ruyan Wuji pointed with a shaking finger. “60 years! That is my limit!”

“Agree, and it ends here. Refuse—and even if you kill my son, none of you from Huangfu Shengzong will leave the Eternal Immortal Sect alive today!”

The moment those words fell, Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, along with the disciples of the 8 main lineages, broke into cold sweat.

All eyes locked onto Tan Yun. It was as if they wanted to speak—yet Tantai Xuanzhong shook his head slightly, signaling silence.

Hearts pounded. Not a single gaze wavered.

At this moment—except for Zhong Wu Shiyao—everyone looked at Tan Yun with deeply complicated emotions.

Shock… gratitude…
But also dissatisfaction… and resentment.

Shock—because despite being gravely injured, Tan Yun had defeated Ru Yanchen.
Gratitude—because he preserved the chance for the 4 Arts Competition to proceed tomorrow.

Yet at the same time—they were dissatisfied.

In their eyes, Tan Yun should have stopped after pushing Ruyan Wuji to her limit—not gamble everyone’s lives in such a psychological standoff.

On the side of the Eternal Immortal Sect, no elder or disciple dared to make a sound. Everyone stared at Tan Yun without blinking, terrified he might truly crush Ru Yanchen’s throat.

“Heh…” Tan Yun smirked faintly, the corner of his lips lifting as he looked at Ruyan Wuji.

“Don’t threaten me like that,” he said slowly, word by word. “When you speak like this… I might get nervous. And if my hand slips—your son might die.”

As he finished speaking, his left arm flicked slightly—

His five fingers drove even deeper into Ru Yanchen’s throat!

Blood splattered outward.

“F-Father…!” Ru Yanchen was utterly terrified.

“Tan Yun…” Ruyan Wuji began—

“Be quiet,” Tan Yun cut her off coldly.

Then he continued, his tone slow, yet carrying overwhelming pressure:

“Sect Master Ruyan… if you can answer one question, I will release your son.”

“You beast! Speak!” Ruyan Wuji’s face turned pale, her voice trembling.

A profound glint flashed in Tan Yun’s eyes as he spoke clearly:

“Have you ever heard of… the ‘Reincarnation Through Soul Division’ technique?”

The moment those words were spoken—

Ruyan Wuji’s expression changed drastically!

Even Tantai Xuanzhong frowned deeply, staring at Tan Yun in shock.

Zhuge Yu also fixed her gaze on him.

In contrast, the elders and disciples all looked confused—it was clear they had never heard of such a technique before.

Tan Yun captured Ruyan Wuji’s reaction perfectly. A faint smile rose on his lips.

“Since you recognize it…” he said calmly,

“Then this conversation just became much easier.”

“Sect Master Ruyan… are you shocked that I know the ‘Reincarnation Through Soul Division’ technique—one that has been lost since the Middle Ancient Era?” Tan Yun let out a cold chuckle, his eyes icy.

“Heh… let me tell you this—at your level, you’re not even worthy to carry my master’s shoes!”

His voice rang loud and clear, shaking everyone on the mountain.

“Since I was young, my master used supreme divine power to separate a fragment of my ‘3 Hun and 7 Po,’ then preserved that separated soul using a special method.”

“To put it simply—my life has never mattered to me! Whether it’s the people of Huangfu Shengzong… or even myself!”

“Even if you kill me… I can still be reborn!”

“But after that—my master will descend upon the Heavenly Punishment Mountains and… wipe out your Eternal Immortal Sect!”

“All those old relics in your sect… in front of my master, they’re nothing but pigs and dogs!”

“He will slaughter them… easier than crushing ants!”

Tan Yun’s words caused Ruyan Wuji, Zhuge Yu, and Tantai Xuanzhong to fall into stunned silence.

Because in their understanding—

The “Reincarnation Through Soul Division” technique was a heaven-defying forbidden art.

Ordinary people… wouldn’t even know its name.

Yet Tan Yun not only knew it—

He knew the process in detail!

Moreover, everything he said about separating the 3 Hun and 7 Po and preserving them…

Matched exactly with the secret records they had once seen!

In their eyes—

Anyone capable of using such a technique must be a “supreme existence above the heavens” within the Heavenly Punishment Continent!

Thus, Tan Yun’s words were both logical… and terrifying.

Ruyan Wuji—was truly beginning to feel fear!

—

“Alright… I’ve said my piece,” Tan Yun said calmly.

“I said 100 years—so it will be 100 years. No changes.”

“Of course—you can refuse.”

“You can kill me after I kill Ru Yanchen… no one will stop you.”

“But the outcome…” he smiled faintly,

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it.”

Suddenly—his tone turned ice-cold.

“I’ll count to 3.”

“When I finish counting—I’ll kill Ru Yanchen.”

“One!”

Crack! Crack!

His left hand tightened further.

Ru Yanchen struggled to breathe, his eyes bulging!

“Two!”

Tan Yun’s gaze was unwavering. Despite his blood-covered face, his resolve was absolute.

Every word he spoke—

Was like a massive hammer striking directly into everyone’s hearts!

“Three—”

“I AGREE!!!”

Before the final word could fall, Ruyan Wuji roared!

“I agree! I agree!!”

—

Outwardly, Tan Yun remained calm.

But no one knew—

His right hand was drenched in sweat.

In this psychological battle—

He had truly won.

—

“Very good.” Tan Yun stared at Ruyan Wuji, leaving no room for argument.

“But I’ve already seen how easily you and Zhuge Yu go back on your word.”

“So who can guarantee… that you won’t break your promise again this time?”

“Tan Yun! What more do you want?!” Ruyan Wuji gritted her teeth.

Zhuge Yu was also furious to the brink of explosion.

Tan Yun replied with a single word:

“Swear.”

“Tan Yun! Don’t push your limits!” Ruyan Wuji’s face flushed red.

“When I speak, I mean it! If I say 100 years, then it’s 100 years!”

Tan Yun laughed coldly.

“Oh?”

“If you truly kept your word… why did you try to drive us away earlier?”

“Words—mean nothing.”

“Swear it.”

The moment his words fell—

Rip!

Tan Yun’s right hand turned into a claw and pierced through Ru Yanchen’s chest!

Blood splattered everywhere!

5 ribs—shattered instantly!

His 5 fingers… tightly gripped Ru Yanchen’s heart!

“F-Father… my heart… is in his hand…”

Blood flowed from all 7 orifices, his vision fading.

—

“Tan Yun… you are truly ruthless!”

Ruyan Wuji raised her hand,

Pointing like a blade toward the night sky,

And declared solemnly—

“I—Ruyan Wuji—swear!”

“For the next 100 years, the disciples of Huangfu Shengzong will be allowed to participate in the ‘4 Arts Competition’ at the Eternal Immortal Sect!”

“And the number of quotas to enter the Eternal Realm shall be determined according to the competition results as before!”

“If I break this oath—may I be struck down by heavenly lightning, my body and soul utterly destroyed!”

--Translated by likesnovel--