The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

The existence of “Master Tan Yun” is known only to the eight senior disciples and the disciples of the four factions participating in the “Four Disciplines Grand Tournament of the Eternal Immortal Sect.”

At this moment, those unaware of the internal truth are still speculating endlessly about who Tan Yun’s true master actually is.

“Whoosh!”

After Mu Mengyi leapt down from Crouching Dragon Platform No. 2 and landed on Platform No. 3, she turned to look at Tan Yun, her lips curving into a gentle smile filled with deep meaning and affection.

On the Jade Pavilion, the Five Souls Daoist of the Immortal Dao stood up. His aged, raspy voice echoed across the entire arena.

“The next match… Xue Ziyan from the Five Souls lineage.”

“Ziyan, don’t disappoint your master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Xue Ziyan flicked her graceful body, and in an instant, she vanished from Crouching Dragon Platform No. 1 and reappeared swiftly on Platform No. 2.

After unsealing her identity token, clear words appeared:

“Cheng Jinyue — Five Souls lineage.”

The Five Souls Daoist froze for a moment. The situation he least wanted to see had still happened. Cheng Jinyue was his direct disciple, while Xue Ziyan was his most valued closed-door disciple.

“Whoosh!”

A gust of wind swept by like a phantom as Cheng Jinyue appeared in front of Xue Ziyan with a wide smile.

“Junior sister, I didn’t expect to meet you this round.”

“What’s so funny about that?” Xue Ziyan pouted, glancing at him unhappily. “Just admit defeat. I don’t want to fight my senior brother.”

“Uh…” Cheng Jinyue stiffened.

“Ahem.” The Five Souls Daoist cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “Ziyan, you are not his opponent. Step down. Let him represent the Five Souls lineage in Round 2.”

Both of them cultivated the same technique under the same master: the “Five Souls Immortal Slaughter Sword,” the strongest technique of their lineage.

This sword technique had 12 levels.

Xue Ziyan had only reached Level 10, while Cheng Jinyue had already reached Level 11. The difference was obvious.

Upon hearing this, Xue Ziyan looked like she wanted to argue, but Cheng Jinyue gave a bitter smile and softly said,

“Junior sister… senior brother is indeed too soft-hearted.”

“Hmph, I haven’t agreed yet.” Xue Ziyan stared at him stubbornly, then turned to look at her master. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she said in a pleading tone,

“Master, I want to try… may I?”

“Ziyan, this is the grand competition of the Nine Lineages, not a place for you to play around,” the Five Souls Daoist said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. “Listen to my order. Stop thinking about it.”

“Master…” Xue Ziyan was about to continue, but was interrupted by a gentle yet decisive voice.

“That’s enough, Ziyan. I do not permit you to participate.”

“First, your strength is not equal to your senior brother’s.”

“Second, Mu Mengyi and the so-called ‘brother-in-law’ you mentioned have many enemies. If anything unexpected happens to you, I would be deeply regretful.”

“Enough. This matter ends here. No further discussion.”

Xue Ziyan immediately looked disappointed.

But only a moment later, her eyes lit up again. She turned to Cheng Jinyue with a sweet smile.

“Senior brother, I have one question. You must answer honestly.”

“Speak quickly, the master is watching,” Cheng Jinyue replied quietly, clearly still wary of their master.

“Senior brother, in this competition… compared to the top experts of each lineage, how confident are you about entering the Top 8 ranking?”

After speaking, Xue Ziyan immediately added,

“You must answer honestly. If you lie, I won’t talk to you anymore!”

Cheng Jinyue glanced at the powerful contestants on Crouching Dragon Platform No. 3—Xiong Shengtian, Jun Buping, Ke Yixin, Huangfu Tingfeng, Xiao Qingxuan, Gu Yishan, and Mu Mengyi… all of whom had advanced into Round 2.

He sighed softly and admitted the truth.

“About 10%.”

“Good!” Xue Ziyan nodded seriously. “Senior brother, you don’t even have 10% confidence. As your junior sister, how could I let you take such a risk?”

“Round 2 will be even more brutal. If you go and something happens to you, how terrifying would that be?”

“Alright, alright, go down now!”

Without warning, she pushed the dazed Cheng Jinyue off the platform.

“Ziyan! You’ve gone too far!” the Five Souls Daoist roared in anger, his beard trembling as his eyes widened.

Xue Ziyan stopped smiling for a moment, then looked up at her master with a serious expression.

“Master, senior brother has always treated me well. Besides, you heard him—he doesn’t even have 10% confidence in entering the Top 8 of the Crouching Dragon Ranking.”

“If he really competes and something happens to him, what then?”

“Let me go instead!”

The Five Souls Daoist took a deep breath, his expression turning grim.

“Even if he lacks confidence… do you think your participation removes the risk?”

“Thud!”

Seeing that her master was truly enraged, Xue Ziyan immediately dropped to her knees. Her gaze was unwavering, as if she had already made up her mind about everything.

“I am confident, Master! If I cannot enter the Top 8 of the Crouching Dragon Ranking, I will take my own life to atone for my failure!”

“Ziyan, don’t be reckless!” At that moment, on Crouching Dragon Platform No. 1, Wu Ling was extremely anxious.

But Xue Ziyan paid him no attention at all.

“You…!” The Five Souls Daoist stared at her with burning rage, his aged body trembling with anger.

“It’s all my fault for spoiling you too much! Fine… do whatever you want. Get up!”

“Yes, Master.” Xue Ziyan stuck out her tongue playfully, then smiled sweetly. “Your disciple will not disappoint you.”

After that, her figure vanished in a flash and reappeared on Crouching Dragon Platform No. 3. She stood beside Mu Mengyi and leaned in, whispering softly as they chatted…

The male disciples of the Five Souls lineage looked at her with undisguised admiration. Xue Ziyan truly stood out above everyone else.

In contrast, the female disciples were filled with jealousy.

“She only has a pretty face! Just because the Master dotes on her, she thinks she can actually make it into Round 2 and compete with the top experts of other lineages? Hmph… she’s just courting death!”

Night gradually fell, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

In the next battle, Lu Ren, the strongest disciple of the Wind-Thunder lineage, faced Li Sijin of the Divine Spirit lineage.

Lu Ren was a top-tier genius who controlled both “wind” and “thunder,” while Li Sijin specialized in the power of “time.” The two clashed from the very beginning with full force, creating blinding bursts of energy that seemed capable of devouring both the sun and the moon!

“Damn it! I’ll hack you to death!”

Suddenly, Lu Ren roared. He threw away the sword in his hand and revealed a new weapon.

And that sight made countless disciples—including Tan Yun—burst into laughter.

“A kitchen knife!”

That’s right!

Lu Ren, a slightly chubby man, pulled out a mid-tier weapon—a “kitchen knife.” It expanded to 30 zhang in length, lightning crackling along its blade as he swung it down at Li Sijin, who had lost his rhythm!

Clang!

A deafening metallic impact echoed. Li Sijin’s defensive sword shattered instantly, and his body was cleaved cleanly into two halves. He died on the spot!

“Damn it! You forced me to use my kitchen knife!” Lu Ren cursed in frustration. He flew downward, his chubby body wobbling as he landed on Crouching Dragon Platform No. 3.

Among the Wind-Thunder disciples, Lu Ren had two nicknames.

The first—“The Executioner.”

And the second—“The Sarcastic One.”

He often explained himself:

“I’ve been a chef since I was 10 years old, so I like using kitchen knives. I am not an executioner!”

But the disciples still secretly called him “The Executioner.”

And he also repeatedly insisted:

“I’m not sarcastic. I’m just telling the truth, and everything I say is the truth!”

Naturally, many disciples continued to call him “The Sarcastic One”…