The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

Upon hearing this, the elders began to nod slightly, as though Han Yong’s words did carry a certain logic.

If that were truly the case, then the disciples under the Fourth Elder were likely to face extremely harsh punishment.

Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, and the Fifth Elder Chen Shuiyue also thought the same.

Among all present, only the Fourth Elder, Lu Yi, remained unusually calm. His cloudy eyes were deep and unreadable, as if everything was already under his control.

Behind him, the eighty-nine disciples stood rigidly in place. Their faces had turned deathly pale, eyes filled with fear—along with unwillingness and resentment buried deep within.

But then—

What Han Yong said next instantly ignited fury in Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, and Chen Shuiyue. Shen Subing, in particular, nearly lost control on the spot.

*Cough.*

Han Yong gave a light cough, deliberately straightening his expression. His tone turned solemn and righteous, carrying an air of absolute impartiality.

“As the head of the Holy Sect’s Alchemy Lineage, and personally appointed as a deacon of the Discipline Hall, I must ensure absolute fairness and justice.”

“Just now, it was stated that the eighty-nine disciples under the Fourth Elder not only trespassed into the Merit Medicine Garden, but also struck first and killed Song Hong and 136 others. I strongly object to this claim!”

“First—those eighty-nine disciples did enter the valley of the Merit Medicine Garden. However, they never actually stepped inside the garden itself. They only remained outside its boundaries. Therefore, this cannot be considered trespassing. Since it is not trespassing, they are innocent.”

Shen Subing’s expression changed instantly. She pointed at Han Yong, her voice sharp with anger.

“Deacon Han! You’re being completely unreasonable! Everyone knows you’re the Fourth Elder Lu Yi’s junior brother! This is blatant favoritism and cover-up!”

At the same time, Chen Shuiyue coldly snorted.

“Han Yong, you’re shameless! The heavens are watching everything—aren’t you afraid of divine punishment?”

Tang Xinying’s gaze turned icy as she spoke slowly.

“Deacon Han, what exactly do you mean by this? Are you trying to twist the facts in front of everyone by exploiting loopholes in sect rules?”

Hearing this, Han Yong merely glanced at them with a faint, mocking smile. Then he turned toward Tang Xinying and bowed deeply.

“Chief, how can you say such things about me? I am innocent.”

“Master, if disciples of our Immortal Sect’s elders simply enter another elder’s herb garden to learn about spirit herb cultivation, is that not only reasonable—but even aligned with your own teachings of the Holy Sect’s Alchemy Lineage? Mutual learning, taking strengths to compensate weaknesses. Is that not correct?”

“Or does the Chief… also believe that such ‘learning’ is considered trespassing?”

He paused slightly, then continued smoothly.

“Even if—just if—you insist they came with ill intent, the fact remains they never stepped into the herb garden. So it still cannot be defined as trespassing.”

“On the contrary, it was the disciples under the Merit Elder who aggressively tried to drive them away before they even approached, escalating the situation into conflict…”

Before he could finish—

Shen Subing trembled with rage.

“Shameless! You’re completely twisting right and wrong!”

Han Yong let out a cold chuckle.

“Elder of Merit, you accuse me of distorting the truth—do you have any evidence?”

“In my view, it’s perfectly fine for you to discipline your own disciples. But your people started driving others away before they even got close to the herb garden.”

“In the end, it was your disciples who provoked the chaos—resulting in the death of 136 people.”

He paused, his tone turning even colder and sharper.

“You once served as the chief alchemist of the inner sect. I originally thought someone of your experience would know how to properly teach and guide the younger generation.”

“But now it seems… hehe. Truly disappointing.”

Shen Subing’s face flushed deep red with rage.

“You… you…”

“What ‘you you’?” Han Yong sneered coldly, cutting her off without the slightest courtesy. “I understand. After all, so many of your disciples have died—you’re grieving. But you can’t just open your mouth and slander me.”

He shrugged lightly, his tone turning even more cutting.

“In the end, it’s simply because your disciples are too weak. The Fourth Elder’s disciples only needed a single move to kill them all.”

“As the Merit Elder, you failed in your duty to nurture them. Their deaths are ultimately due to your incompetence.”

He looked at her with mock pity.

“The Immortal Sect entrusted so many disciples to you, yet you raised them so poorly that they were wiped out with a flick of the wrist. Tell me—shouldn’t you be reflecting on yourself right now?”

“YOU—!”

Shen Subing’s entire body trembled violently. Her qi surged out of control, and she actually coughed out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

She had never imagined… Han Yong’s tongue could be this sharp.

So sharp it could twist black into white, and white into black!

“Han Yong! That’s enough!”

Tang Xinying’s voice turned ice-cold as she stepped forward, her gaze locking onto him.

“I will admit—you are indeed very skilled at exploiting sect rules and arguing loopholes.”

“But now, so many disciples under the Merit Elder are dead. Don’t tell me you intend to pin all responsibility on her alone?”

“If you insist on handling it this way, I, as Chief, don’t mind acting first and reporting later.”

Her killing intent surged.

“I will kill you first, then report to the Chief Master of the Alchemy Lineage. Let them judge whether your actions—twisting truth, hiding behind rules, and refusing responsibility—are acceptable or not!”

Seeing the murderous intent in her eyes, Han Yong instead laughed.

“Kill me?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I was merely stating facts. Why would the Chief want to kill me?”

Then his tone turned faintly mocking.

“If I remember correctly, the Chief Master of the Alchemy Lineage once said—only he has the authority to decide my life or death. Anyone who dares execute me privately will be punished without mercy.”

He spread his hands slightly.

“So, Chief Tang… if you want to kill me, go ahead and try.”

Tang Xinying’s expression turned stormy. After a moment of silence, she suddenly let out a furious laugh.

“Good. Very good. You win this round.”

“I cannot kill you.”

Though she said this, deep in her eyes, a killing intent was already quietly buried—waiting for the right moment.

Han Yong snorted lightly.

“Chief, please calm yourself. This is not me mishandling the situation.”

Then his voice turned even colder.

“Since the eighty-nine disciples of the Fourth Elder were involved in the riot, my final ruling is—”

“The eighty-nine disciples under the Merit Elder shall engage them in a life-and-death battle.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, looking calm and confident.

“Fourth Elder, do you have any objections?”

“Good!”

Lu Yi laughed immediately.

“This elder agrees.”

Then he turned his gaze toward Shen Subing, speaking with absolute righteousness.

“Merit Elder, after all… it is my disciples who killed your people.”

“Let’s settle this properly. You may select eighty-nine disciples from your three thousand eight hundred followers to face my disciples in a life-and-death battle.”

“If your disciples can kill mine, this elder will have no complaints.”

“I only hope this will resolve the resentment between us.”

“YOU TWO—!!”

Shen Subing pointed at both of them, her jade-like finger trembling.

“You two are clearly colluding! You’re deliberately taking advantage of the fact that I have no one to support me!”

Lu Yi suddenly burst into loud laughter.

“Colluding? Hahahaha…”

His laughter stopped abruptly as his expression turned icy.

“So what if we are?”

“Shen Subing… this elder is just taking advantage of the fact that you have no backing. What can you do about it?”

Shen Subing was about to retort—

But at that very moment, a furious roar filled with boundless killing intent suddenly echoed through the entire Immortal Valley:

“Lu Yi, don’t push it too far!”

“Merit Elder—this disciple requests battle! I will personally wipe out everyone who killed my fellow disciples!!”