The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“You’ll know when we get there.” Then he chuckled softly and added, “Oh right, one more thing… she already told me about the alchemy competition at the Eternal Immortal Sect last time.” “Heh… I didn’t expect you to be a **Saint-level alchemist**. “The Mu Feng Dynasty has fallen, but I believe… members of that royal bloodline may still be alive and searching for her.” --- “Sect Master… please think of a solution.” “We cannot allow her to remain in the Beast Spirit Line any longer.” --- Shen Qingq...
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After hearing this, Tan Yun told Mu Mengyi and Xue Ziyan to wait for him at the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden. Then he stepped onto Shen Qingfeng’s flying sword.
The two figures shot rapidly toward the **Qingbing Immortal Peak**.
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### Mid-air
Tan Yun asked,
“Elder Shen, why does the Sect Master want to see me?”
Shen Qingfeng did not turn around. He simply replied while controlling the flying sword.
“You’ll know when we get there.”
Then he chuckled softly and added,
“Oh right, one more thing… she already told me about the alchemy competition at the Eternal Immortal Sect last time.”
“Heh… I didn’t expect you to be a **Saint-level alchemist**. Looks like I really am getting old. My alchemy skills are far behind yours.”
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### 30 minutes later
The flying sword descended into the Qingbing Immortal Peak. Shen Qingfeng put away his sword and led Tan Yun into the Ice Crystal Hall.
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### Inside the main hall
Tan Yun cupped his hands and respectfully greeted Shen Subing, Shen Wende, and Shen Qingqiu seated above.
“Disciple greets the Sect Master, Elder Six, and Elder Shen.”
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After finishing the greeting, Tan Yun flipped his right palm. Instantly, **3** light-green pills appeared in his hand. He respectfully handed one to Shen Wende.
“Elder Six, this is a *Youth-Preserving Pill*. I present it to you.”
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“Haha! Good, good!” Shen Wende laughed as he accepted it.
“Even though I don’t really need it, I’ll take it anyway.”
Tan Yun then handed the remaining **2** pills to Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingqiu, who both accepted them happily.
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At this moment, only **1** pill remained in Tan Yun’s spatial ring.
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Shen Subing then spoke in a serious tone.
“Today I called you here for two things. First, I need to ask you something.”
“Tan Yun, tell me—what exactly happened when you crippled Wu Feixiong?”
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Tan Yun’s expression turned cold immediately. He answered firmly,
“Sect Master, Wu Hong ordered his son Wu Feixiong to use the *Dream Immortal Pill* to lure Senior Sister Mu. If I had arrived even a moment later… she would have been ruined.”
“Mu Mengyi is my fiancée. If not for sect rules, I would have killed him on the spot. I would never have spared his life.”
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Before he even finished speaking, Shen Qingqiu suddenly stood up, his face filled with rage.
“That beast Wu Hong! How dare he treat my granddaughter like this—I am furious beyond words!”
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Because Mu Mengyi had been acknowledged as his granddaughter, his anger was uncontrollable.
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Shen Qingfeng also said angrily,
“That’s right! Those father and son are both trash! Tan Yun, you did the right thing!”
Even Shen Wende and Shen Subing wore grave expressions.
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Then Shen Qingqiu cupped his hands toward Shen Subing.
“Sect Master, I have one request.”
“Please find a way to allow my granddaughter to leave the Beast Spirit Line and join the Alchemy Line.”
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Shen Subing frowned immediately.
“Qingqiu, I want to help, but the rules of the **9 Lines** are strict. Anyone who leaves their lineage… is sentenced to death.”
“Furthermore, she is the last disciple of Wu Hong.”
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Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath and revealed a shocking secret that changed everyone’s expression instantly.
“Sect Master… I never told you the full truth about her identity.”
“She is… the princess of the Mu Feng Royal Dynasty.”
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“What?!” Shen Subing’s eyes widened.
“Qingqiu… is this true?”
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“It is absolutely true,” he said firmly.
“The Mu Feng Dynasty has fallen, but I believe… members of that royal bloodline may still be alive and searching for her.”
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“Sect Master… please think of a solution.”
“We cannot allow her to remain in the Beast Spirit Line any longer.”
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Shen Qingqiu then turned to Tan Yun and said solemnly,
“No outsiders here, so I’ll speak plainly.”
“Blood feuds… never end.”
“One day, Mu Mengyi will definitely seek revenge.”
“What I hope for… is that she survives and grows strong enough before that day arrives.”
“So… she must not remain in the Beast Spirit Line anymore.”
After hearing this, Shen Subing nodded firmly.
“That makes sense. Regarding Mu Mengyi… her identity is not ordinary. We must protect her properly.”
She turned to Tan Yun and continued.
“You are both her fiancé and the person the sect master favors the most.”
“Tomorrow, the sect master will descend to observe the Grand Peak War of the Nine Branches in the inner sect.”
“You should try asking him to issue an order… to transfer Mu Mengyi into our Alchemy Branch.”
“Tan Yun, you must understand—this is the only way left.”
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Tan Yun nodded calmly.
“I understand. Tomorrow, I will personally meet the sect master.”
He then cupped his hands in respect.
“Sect Master, I have one more request.”
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“Speak,” Shen Subing replied immediately.
Tan Yun said seriously,
“Huangfu Shengzong is a place where allies and enemies are mixed.”
“Regarding Mu Mengyi’s identity… please do not let Shen Qingqiu, Shen Wende, or Shen Qingfeng know about it.”
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All four people in the hall nodded in agreement without objection.
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After everything settled, Shen Subing looked at Tan Yun with expectation and asked,
“Today I called you here because I want to know… how confident are you in the Crouching Dragon Ranking competition?”
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Tan Yun paused briefly. Then his eyes turned sharp and confident.
Thinking of everything he had just lost—and everything he still had to carry—he said firmly,
“Don’t worry, Sect Master.”
“Rank 1… will belong to us. There will be no failure.”
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“Mm…” Shen Subing let out a long relieved breath.
“That is the answer I wanted.”
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She continued seriously,
“Tan Yun, the Crouching Dragon Ranking is extremely important.”
“Right now, our sect has obtained a total of 1,000 slots into the Eternal Immortal Realm.”
“Each branch only has 50 slots.”
“The remaining 550 slots will be decided through the Grand Battle of the Nine Branches.”
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“The one ranked 1 will receive an additional 200 slots.”
“Rank 2 gets 100 slots.”
“Rank 3 gets 80 slots.”
“Rank 4 gets 60 slots.”
“Rank 5 gets 50 slots.”
“Rank 6 gets 30 slots.”
“Rank 7 gets 20 slots.”
“Rank 8 gets 10 slots.”
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She looked at Tan Yun with eyes full of expectation.
“Our Alchemy Branch hasn’t had a disciple enter Rank 8 for a long time.”
“So all my hopes… are on you.”
“Remember—do not disappoint me.”
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Tan Yun cupped his hands.
“This disciple accepts the command.”
He seemed to want to say something more, but paused briefly before continuing.
“Sect Master, regarding entry into the Eternal Immortal Realm…”
“I am worried that our sect disciples may be targeted for revenge by the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Sacred Spirit Hall.”
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Shen Subing sighed lightly.
“I have already considered this.”
“But sending in more people… will allow disciples of the Alchemy Branch to gather more easily and increase their survival chances.”
“I only hope my decision is not wrong.”
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Tan Yun nodded slightly and said nothing further.
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“You may go rest,” Shen Subing said.
“Tomorrow at the Chen hour (7–9 AM), do not forget. I will personally take you there.”
“And if you enter Rank 8 or above… you will receive a reward.”
“As for what the reward is… the Sect Master will announce it tomorrow.”
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Tan Yun bowed.
“This disciple takes his leave.”
Then he departed.
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That night was completely silent and moonless, as dark as ink.
Tomorrow would be the day of the Grand Battle of the Nine Branches of the inner sect.
And tonight… no one in the entire sect could sleep peacefully.
All eight branches summoned their disciples, solemnly explaining the importance of the Crouching Dragon Ranking…