The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Sister, during the 2 years after I entered the inner sect, I was in seclusion cultivating and studying artifact refining, so I forgot what an outer sect elder once told me…” “More than 2 years ago, he said you intended to come see me, but you couldn’t because you were injured.” “Sister… have your injuries healed now?” Tang Xinying smiled faintly. In the eyes of Ruyan Wuji and the elders, their true rival—was only Zhuge Yu and the “Divine Soul Immortal Palace.” After all, the other side had won ...
The two turned toward the voice.
They saw Tang Xinying walking over lightly, each step graceful like a swaying lotus.
Tan Yun quickly stood up and bowed.
“Senior Sister Tang, may I know what instructions you have?”
Tang Xinying smiled faintly.
“Continue recovering from your injuries. I came to see Shiyao.”
“Yes, Senior Sister.”
Tan Yun replied, puzzled, before sitting down cross-legged again. He couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted with Shiyao.
“Senior Sister Tang, do you need something from me?”
Zhong Wu Shiyao stood up, her face filled with confusion.
As a disciple of the Artifact Refining lineage, she had almost no interaction with the higher-ups of the Alchemy lineage,
so she didn’t understand why the other party had come looking for her.
Tang Xinying looked her up and down, her eyes full of affection.
“Shiyao… you really don’t recognize me?”
“I don’t understand what you mean,”
Zhong Wu Shiyao replied honestly.
But Tang Xinying’s next words—
made her body tremble, her eyes instantly filling with tears!
Tang Xinying let out a soft sigh.
“When I first met you, you were only 5 years old—cold and starving… and in the blink of an eye, 18 years have passed.”
“If I didn’t know your name, I wouldn’t have recognized that the little girl who cried that day… would grow into such a beautiful young woman.”
Zhong Wu Shiyao stared at her, tears streaming down her face.
“Are you… the fairy sister who saved me when I was 5?”
Tang Xinying chuckled softly.
“Silly girl, it was me who saved you and brought you back to the sect—but I’m no fairy.”
“Bang!”
Zhong Wu Shiyao immediately dropped to her knees.
“In Shiyao’s heart, you are my fairy sister! Thank you for saving my life—I will never forget it!”
“Get up quickly,”
Tang Xinying said, hurriedly bending down to help her up, her smile gentle.
“Seeing you grow up like this is enough for me. If you want to call me ‘sister,’ then do so—I will be your elder sister.”
“Can I really call you sister?”
Zhong Wu Shiyao asked, her eyes filled with hope.
In her heart,
Tang Xinying was not just her savior… but family.
“Of course,”
Tang Xinying said sincerely, reaching out to wipe her tears.
“Your adoptive parents have passed away, and your biological parents abandoned you—they are not worthy of being called parents.”
“From now on—I will be your family.”
“Mm…”
Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded, tears still glistening in her eyes.
Tan Yun, sitting nearby, was surprised at the sight—
he hadn’t expected that the person who saved Shiyao in the past would be Tang Xinying!
Suddenly, Zhong Wu Shiyao seemed to recall something, her face filled with guilt.
“Sister, during the 2 years after I entered the inner sect, I was in seclusion cultivating and studying artifact refining, so I forgot what an outer sect elder once told me…”
“More than 2 years ago, he said you intended to come see me, but you couldn’t because you were injured.”
“Sister… have your injuries healed now?”
Tang Xinying smiled faintly.
“Don’t worry, my injuries have already healed.”
“Oh right, Shiyao—what is your talent?” Tang Xinying asked.
Zhong Wu Shiyao smiled sweetly.
“Sister, I have a top-grade Space-Origin Spiritual Root, and I also possess the Mysterious Yin Sacred Body.”
Tang Xinying’s eyes lit up, barely able to conceal her shock.
“Little sister, your talent is so extraordinary… it almost makes me want to snatch your dantian away.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Sister,”
Zhong Wu Shiyao replied shyly with a smile.
At that moment, Tang Xinying took her hand, then turned to look at Tan Yun, her expression instantly turning serious.
“Tan Yun, I entrust my little sister to you. If you dare to bully her…”
“I will not let you off!”
“Rest assured, I will protect Shiyao with my life!”
Tan Yun said firmly.
“Mm, that’s more like it.”
Tang Xinying nodded, then turned to Zhong Wu Shiyao.
“I won’t disturb you any longer. Take your time talking. If you need anything in the future, come find me.”
“Mm!”
Zhong Wu Shiyao replied happily.
Tang Xinying smiled faintly, released her hand, and turned to leave…
The next morning
At the end of the Mao hour (05:00–07:00), the first light of dawn rose in the east.
A spirit ship soared up from the mountain peak, carrying Tantai Xuanzhong, the 8 chief disciples, and all the other disciples, heading majestically toward the “Eternal Creation Arena.”
After recovering throughout the night,
the torn wounds across Tan Yun’s body had almost completely healed.
The mole that had once been on his neck—
was now covered by a scar.
Murong Shishi secretly glanced at Tan Yun’s neck from the corner of her eye, thinking to herself:
“Looks like I was overthinking it… since there’s no mole, then he can’t be the one who bought the 11 flying swords from Wanbao Pavilion.”
“But then… how did he obtain a top-grade wind-attribute flying sword?”
“Or could it be… that the scar is hiding the mole…”
Eternal Creation Arena
The Eternal Creation Arena was located at the center of the inner sect of the Eternal Immortal Sect.
The terrain sank downward like a massive coliseum.
During the Chen hour (07:00–09:00)
Around the arena stood more than 2,000,000 inner sect disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect.
All of them stood silently, looking down at the 100-zhang square stone platform at the center.
The Four Arts Competition among the 3 ancient sects—was an event of great importance.
Aside from the Eternal Immortal Sect’s disciples,
hundreds of thousands of disciples from other sects had also come to watch!
On the high platform,
the seating was divided into 3 tiers—upper, middle, and lower.
At the highest position,
Ruyan Wuji sat in the center,
surrounded by hundreds of elders on both sides.
These elders were only a “portion” of the high-level forces of the Eternal Immortal Sect.
Even so, it was clear how much importance they placed on this competition.
In the eyes of Ruyan Wuji and the elders,
their true rival—was only Zhuge Yu and the “Divine Soul Immortal Palace.”
After all, the other side had won the Four Arts Competition 3 consecutive times.
As for the Huangfu Daoist Sect…
they were barely worth noticing,
having ranked last for nearly 10,000 years!
On the side of the Divine Soul Immortal Palace,
Zhuge Yu sat in the central position.
To her right were 4 inner sect female elders—representing Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Formation, and Talisman.
Behind her,
Nangong Yuqin stood gracefully,
her gaze cold and arrogant, as if everything was beneath her notice.
At the same time,
the disciples participating in the Four Arts Competition from the 2 sects—the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Divine Soul Immortal Palace, totaling 200 people, stood ready in position.
“Hmph!”
Ruyan Wuji snorted coldly,
his gaze falling upon the spirit ship descending from the sky.
His murky eyes locked onto Tan Yun,
killing intent surging without concealment!
In the blink of an eye,
the spirit ship hovered above the high platform.
At Tantai Xuanzhong’s command,
the 8 chief disciples vanished from the ship and appeared instantly at the lower-tier seats.
Then,
disciples such as Huangfu Tingfeng, Luo Fan, Song Hong, and Nangong Ruxue leapt down from the ship,
lining up neatly on the platform.
Tantai Xuanzhong stepped off the ship, stored it into his spatial ring, and walked to take a seat at the lower tier.
Throughout the entire process,
he did not speak a single word—
nor did he even glance at Zhuge Yu or Ruyan Wuji!
Ruyan Wuji glanced at his back, then slowly stood up.
His gaze swept across the more than 2,000,000 disciples,
and his clear voice echoed throughout the Eternal Creation Arena:
“Time flows like water… 3 years have passed, and once again it is time for the Four Arts Competition.”
“On behalf of the Eternal Immortal Sect, I welcome fellow Daoists from the Divine Soul Immortal Palace and the Huangfu Daoist Sect!”
“This competition will last for 3 months and will be divided into 3 rounds.”
“The final result will be determined by total points—the sect with the highest score will be the winner!”
“The sect that ranks 1st will receive a quota of 3,000 disciples at the 1st level of the Nascent Soul Realm to enter the Eternal Realm for cultivation!”
“2nd place—2,000 people!”
“3rd place—1,000 people!”
“Finally, disciples from all 3 sects will enter the ‘Eternal Realm’—
a place longed for by cultivators across the Heavenly Punishment Continent!”
“To undergo cultivation there for a full 1 year!”
--Translated by likesnovel--