The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Years later… when they met again, they faced each other in a battle to the death… At that moment, the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect Formation lineage of the Eternal Immortal Sect clasped his hands and said to Tantai Xuanzhong: “Sect Leader Tantai, please take your disciples ahead. “Remember this well—only when a sect is strong enough will it not be looked down upon by others!” “You are the hope of the Huangfu Daoist Sect, across the 4 main paths—Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Talisman Crafting, and...
Zhuge Yu looked at Nangong Yuqin and said,
“Qin’er, go and fight Tan Yun!”
Hearing this, Nangong Yuqin glanced at Tan Yun, whose entire body was soaked in blood, before turning back and bowing deeply to Zhuge Yu.
“Master, our Divine Soul Immortal Palace ranks 1st among the 3 ancient sects. If I make a move now, it would be taking advantage of him while he is injured.”
“I propose—we wait until the Four Arts Competition ends. In 3 months, we can have a life-and-death duel!”
Zhuge Yu cast a cold glance at Tan Yun.
“Very well. With your strength, dealing with him is no different from flipping your palm. Let him live for another 3 months.”
“Yes, Master—”
Before Nangong Yuqin could finish speaking, Tan Yun interrupted in a firm voice:
“If we’re going to fight, then fight. Why wait 3 months? Today—let’s settle it!”
Nangong Yuqin immediately turned back, her beautiful eyes filled with killing intent.
“You dared to offend my master just now and even slandered the honor of the Divine Soul Immortal Palace. Whether today or in 3 months, your only ending is death!”
“The only reason I’m sparing your dog life now is because I don’t want to be accused of winning unfairly!”
“Dog life?” A murderous glint flashed in Tan Yun’s eyes.
“Good! In 3 months, I’ll be waiting for you to come take my life!”
As for Tan Yun… the past between him and Nangong Yuqin had long since faded away.
And Nangong Yuqin was no different.
The way she looked at him was cold and filled with killing intent, as if declaring to the entire world—
that over the past 4 years, all her memories… had been completely erased!
Once… amidst the resounding beats of drums and gongs, the two had deeply loved each other.
At their wedding ceremony, just as the bride and groom were about to bow to heaven and earth—
Nangong Yuqin was taken away by someone!
Years later… when they met again,
they faced each other in a battle to the death…
At that moment, the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect Formation lineage of the Eternal Immortal Sect clasped his hands and said to Tantai Xuanzhong:
“Sect Leader Tantai, please take your disciples ahead. I will arrange accommodations.”
“Mm.” Tantai Xuanzhong nodded, stepping onto the spirit ship first. He then ordered the 8 chief disciples and all the others to board, before steering the ship to follow the Formation elder away from the Eternal Immortal Peak.
The spirit ship carried everyone across the Eternal Secret Realm, a place as beautiful as a painting.
On the ship—
Murong Shishi secretly glanced at Tan Yun, who was covered in wounds, from time to time, thinking to herself:
“The flying sword he used against Ruyan Chen earlier… it must be the top-grade wind-attribute spirit sword I refined.”
“Ruoxi once said that sword, along with 10 other elemental swords, was purchased by a disciple dressed in rags with a mud-covered face.”
“Later, Ruoxi even used a Spirit-Sniffing Beast to track the scent from the Wanbao Pavilion all the way to the Alchemy lineage’s mountain gate…”
“Could it be… that the person who bought the swords back then was Tan Yun? But how is that possible!”
“From the image Ruoxi reconstructed with spiritual power, the figure does resemble Tan Yun. And on that person’s neck… there was a black mole…”
Murong Shishi looked toward Tan Yun’s neck.
However, because it was covered in blood and wounds, she could not see anything clearly.
In the end, she decided—
to wait until Tan Yun’s injuries healed before checking again!
At the Eternal Immortal Peak—
Zhuge Yu said firmly:
“Yuqin, the 3 of you must kill Tan Yun!”
“The honor of the Divine Soul Immortal Palace… cannot be trampled upon!”
Nangong Yuqin nodded resolutely.
“Master, rest assured. I will bring back his head!”
…
Half a shichen later (≈ 1 hour)
The Grand Elder of the Formation lineage of the Eternal Immortal Sect led them to a small immortal mountain within the inner sect territory.
Although there was some spiritual energy around the middle of the mountain, compared to other immortal mountains—it was extremely thin.
The Grand Elder pointed to a residence covered in vines halfway up the mountain, then cupped his hands toward Tantai Xuanzhong.
“Sect Leader Tantai, tonight your Huangfu Daoist Sect will stay here.”
“Tomorrow, during the Chen hour (07:00–09:00), you may bring your disciples to the Eternal Creation Arena.”
“Farewell!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped onto his flying sword and disappeared into the night.
“Sect Leader! The Eternal Immortal Sect has gone too far!”
Tang Xinying said angrily.
The other 7 chief disciples wore similar expressions.
In the past, whenever they accompanied the Sect Leader on visits,
they were always received as honored guests and stayed in luxurious palaces.
But when had they ever been abandoned on such a desolate mountain like tonight?
It was obvious—
the Eternal Immortal Sect was humiliating both them… and the Huangfu Daoist Sect!
Tantai Xuanzhong raised his left hand, signaling everyone to be silent. He took a deep breath and looked at all the disciples.
“Remember this well—only when a sect is strong enough will it not be looked down upon by others!”
“You are the hope of the Huangfu Daoist Sect, across the 4 main paths—Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Talisman Crafting, and Formation!”
“No matter how long it takes…
only when all of you grow stronger will my Huangfu Daoist Sect rise to greatness again!”
“Do you understand?!”
All the disciples knelt down simultaneously, kowtowing as they shouted:
“This disciple will remember the Master’s teachings!”
“Mm.” Tantai Xuanzhong nodded. His gaze swept across the 8 chief disciples and all the others before he spoke decisively:
“Within the sect, it’s fine if you compete due to the 9 lineages.”
“But once outside the sect—
anyone who does not unite as one… will be executed!”
At once, the expressions of the 8 chief disciples changed drastically. They hurriedly knelt and acknowledged the order.
“This disciple understands!”
“I am tired. I will rest first,”
Tantai Xuanzhong said, before adding:
“As for the Four Arts Competition—Alchemy, Talisman, Formation, and Artifact Refining—over the next 3 months, make sure to clearly explain everything to the disciples.”
“Although the Huangfu Daoist Sect has been losing the Four Arts Competition for nearly 10,000 years…”
“I still believe… that this time, a miracle may happen!”
After speaking, he turned and left.
His tall figure under the moonlight… appeared exceptionally lonely.
Afterward, the 4 chief disciples of the main paths—Alchemy, Formation, Talisman, and Artifact Refining—each carefully explained the competition details to their respective disciples.
Every disciple listened attentively without distraction.
By the time the explanations ended, it was already late into the night.
The chief disciples then ordered everyone to rest and conserve their strength, preparing to give it their all the next day.
Moonlight flowed like water,
casting its glow upon Zhong Wu Shiyao.
She walked toward Tan Yun, who was sitting cross-legged amidst the grass, recovering from his injuries.
She quietly sat beside him, looking up at the star-filled sky, her eyes filled with longing.
Tan Yun opened his eyes and spoke softly:
“Do you miss your parents?”
“Mm…” Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded gently, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Since my parents passed away when I was 5, I’ve never returned home… I don’t know why, but suddenly I really want to go back to that small village where I was raised.”
“Shiyao, after this competition ends, Meng Yi and I will personally take you home,”
Tan Yun said sincerely.
“And I’ll take you and Meng Yi to visit my home as well—to meet my parents and my grandfather.”
“Mm…” She nodded slightly, but worry lingered in her eyes.
“Tan Yun, I feel that Nangong Yuqin is very strong… in 3 months, how much chance do you have of winning?”
Tan Yun looked ahead, his gaze firm.
“No matter how small the chance…”
“I believe—the one who survives in the end… will be me, not her!”
The moment his words fell,
a pleasant voice of praise came from not far away:
“Good! Very impressive! As the Senior Sister, I look forward to your performance!”
That voice—
was filled with expectation!
--Translated by likesnovel--