The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
When they saw that Tan Yun had succeeded— the alchemy and herb garden disciples of Huangfu Shengzong stood frozen as if in a dream, unable to believe what they had just heard! Murong Shishi looked at her as she returned and said coldly, “As a woman, hugging and kissing a man in public like this is inappropriate.” “Master…” Zhong Wu Shiyao had only spoken a single word— when suddenly Tang Xinying, who was seated nearby, changed her expression and spoke coldly, “Murong Shishi, my little sister and...
When they saw that Tan Yun had succeeded—
the alchemy and herb garden disciples of Huangfu Shengzong stood frozen as if in a dream, unable to believe what they had just heard!
Only after a long moment did they come back to their senses—tears welling up in their eyes.
“Da Niu, did you hear that? Senior Brother Tan… he succeeded… he really succeeded!”
“I heard it… I heard it!”
“……”
Luo Fan and Song Hong were already in tears.
In contrast, the 6 core disciples of Huangfu Shengzong from the weapon forging, talisman, and formation branches forced out stiff smiles.
Tantai Xuanzong, who had always been straightforward, now had reddened eyes filled with emotion.
Because Tan Yun… had created a “miracle”!
Over the course of 50000 years of alchemy competitions among the 3 ancient sects—
Tan Yun was the “first” person to successfully challenge a supreme-grade semi-supreme elixir!
And what excited Tantai Xuanzong even more was—
in the past 10000 years, the sect’s alchemy branch had never achieved such results!
Just by the end of Round 2—Huangfu Shengzong had already reached 5890 points!
Far surpassing the Sacred Spirit Palace and the Eternal Immortal Sect!
“Tan Yun!”
A sweet voice sounded beside him.
As he turned around—a youthful fragrance drifted toward him, followed by a soft, warm figure pressing against his chest.
Zhong Wu Shiyao threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly!
“I knew it… you are the most outstanding of all…”
She lifted her head slightly, stood on tiptoe shyly, and gently kissed his cheek.
Tan Yun smiled softly and embraced the stunning beauty in his arms.
Seeing this scene, Tang Xinying, who had already accepted Zhong Wu Shiyao as a younger sister, revealed a faint smile.
“Ugh…”
At that moment, a pained groan sounded behind Zhuge Yu.
When he turned around—he saw a young woman in a pink dress, slender and as beautiful as a painting—
Nangong Yuqin.
Her delicate body trembled, her face pale as paper, one soft hand clutching tightly at her chest.
“Qin’er! What’s wrong?” Zhuge Yu quickly stood up and supported her, his face filled with urgency.
“Is your heart condition acting up again?”
“Mm…” Nangong Yuqin nodded faintly, still clutching her chest.
Her gaze… never once left Tan Yun, who was holding Zhong Wu Shiyao.
Zhuge Yu said firmly:
“Qin’er, don’t worry. Since your mother entrusted you to me, I will definitely cure your illness!”
But deep in his heart, he felt a heavy weight.
4 years ago, Nangong Yuqin had been sent to him by her mother in an unconscious state.
After examining her, he discovered—
her heart meridians had shattered due to extreme despair and grief!
He had once asked her mother what she had experienced to become like this—
but received no answer…
Still, he could guess—
she must have suffered the most painful kind of loss… the loss of someone to death.
After saving her life, he also discovered—
her memories… had been deliberately erased by someone!
Over the past 4 years, every time he thought of this, Zhuge Yu could not help but feel heartache for her.
“Thank you, Master… I feel much better now…” Nangong Yuqin said softly, though her face remained pale.
“Senior Sister, are you alright?” Nangong Ruxue hurried to her side, her face full of concern.
“Don’t worry, little sister. I’m fine…”
Nangong Yuqin forced a smile, though her eyes still carried traces of pain.
For some unknown reason—at the very moment she saw Tan Yun holding Zhong Wu Shiyao in his arms—
her heart condition suddenly flared up again—more violently than ever before!
Beyond the pain… there was also a strange sense of restlessness,
as if something that should have belonged to her… had been taken away!
“What… is happening to me…”
Nangong Yuqin murmured softly as the pain gradually subsided…
At the same time, Murong Shishi’s expression turned cold.
“Shiyao, this is a competition arena. Come back immediately.”
Zhong Wu Shiyao lightly bit her lip, released Tan Yun from her embrace, and said gently,
“Master is calling me. I’ll go now.”
“Mm.” Tan Yun smiled in response.
Murong Shishi looked at her as she returned and said coldly,
“As a woman, hugging and kissing a man in public like this is inappropriate.”
“Master…”
Zhong Wu Shiyao had only spoken a single word—
when suddenly Tang Xinying, who was seated nearby, changed her expression and spoke coldly,
“Murong Shishi, my little sister and Tan Yun have feelings for each other. What do you mean by ‘inappropriate’?”
“Even if you wish to reprimand her, it is not your place—she still has me as her elder sister!”
Murong Shishi froze, momentarily stunned.
“Shiyao… you and Head Tang are sisters?”
“Yes.” Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded. “Aside from Tan Yun, she is the only family I have.”
Hearing this, Murong Shishi cast a cold glance at Tang Xinying before falling silent.
Yet inwardly, she was shaken.
‘Tang Xinying’s background is far deeper than it appears… others in Huangfu Shengzong may not know, but my Murong clan would never be mistaken!’
The Murong clan was a major cultivation family on the Heavenly Punishment Continent.
And as the daughter of that clan, she naturally had access to extensive intelligence—thus she knew clearly:
Tang Xinying… was the current princess of the Tangjun Sacred Dynasty!
As for why she had left the royal family and appeared in Huangfu Shengzong—
Murong Shishi was still secretly investigating.
Moreover, she had no intention of becoming enemies with Tang Xinying.
Because the latter’s father was… Tang Yongsheng, the Sacred Emperor of the Tangjun Dynasty!
This man was both ruthless and immensely powerful—13 years ago, with a single campaign, he annihilated the Mufeng Sacred Dynasty entirely!
Thus, Murong Shishi did not dare provoke Tang Xinying.
Because the other party… was both powerful and as ruthless as a demon!
‘Could it be… she and I joined Huangfu Shengzong for the same reason?’
‘For that treasure…’
Murong Shishi pondered silently, her expression unchanged.
At that moment, Ruyan Wuji spoke in a deep voice:
“Next, the 3 ancient sects will each send 50 disciples to participate in Round 3 of the alchemy competition—the final round!”
“I will explain the rules only once. All participants, listen carefully—no repeated questions!”
“Refining a mid-grade elixir earns 20 points.”
“A high-grade elixir earns 30 points.”
“A top-grade elixir earns 50 points.”
“A low-grade precious elixir earns 80 points.”
“A mid-grade precious elixir earns 120 points.”
“A high-grade precious elixir earns 180 points.”
“A top-grade precious elixir earns 250 points.”
Ruyan Wuji paused briefly, then glanced at Tan Yun—his eyes flashing with killing intent.
“A low-grade semi-supreme elixir earns 330 points.”
“A mid-grade semi-supreme elixir earns 410 points.”
“A high-grade semi-supreme elixir earns 500 points.”
“A top-grade semi-supreme elixir earns 800 points.”
“Each person may refine only 1 batch. The herbs will be provided by our sect… of course, the cost must be borne by yourselves.”
Hearing this, Tan Yun asked,
“Sect Master Ruyan, if participants pay for the herbs themselves, then the elixirs they refine… belong to them, correct?”
“Of course!” Ruyan Wuji replied indifferently, before continuing:
“Very well, all participants—write down the list of herbs you require on a jade slip. Disciples of our sect will prepare them for you!”
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