The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Sect Master,” the old man reported respectfully, “we still have not identified the murderer.” “The killer is extremely cunning and highly experienced.” “After murdering the 25th and 26th Elders within the Artifact Vein Secret Realm, all traces were completely erased.” Hearing this, surprise flashed briefly through Tantai Xuanzhong’s deep eyes. “Sect Master, I personally investigated the locations where Murong Hong, Linghu Canghe, and Wu Hong died within the Inner Sect.” “I am certain…” “The sam...
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“Clang!”
Tan Yun planted his divine sword into the ground with both hands gripping the hilt tightly.
Even as the fierce winds howled through the Immortal Valley…
Even with his body riddled with wounds…
He still stood tall!
“You did it! Brother Tan, you finally got your revenge!”
Luo Fan shouted excitedly, tears filling his eyes.
At that moment, the cheers of more than 3,800 disciples echoed endlessly throughout the valley.
“Senior Brother Tan is incredible!”
“Junior Brother Tan is too powerful!”
“Junior Brother Tan, you’ve completely shocked us!”
“…”
Meanwhile, Shen Subing stared blankly at Tan Yun.
A tear carrying relief and pride silently slid down her beautiful face before disappearing into the wind.
She understood very clearly—
Behind Tan Yun’s glory and victory…
Was the grief of losing Song Hong.
Behind his dazzling brilliance…
Was unbearable pain.
Tang Xinying gazed at Tan Yun with increasing admiration.
To her, Tan Yun resembled a bottomless lake—mysterious, unfathomable, impossible to see through.
On the other hand, Lu Yi’s expression had become incomparably ugly.
His hunched body trembled violently from rage!
He had completely miscalculated!
And he had lost miserably!
Originally, he thought that once Tan Yun was severely injured, his remaining 5 disciples would surely finish him off.
That way, at least he would not lose too much face.
But reality had slapped him viciously across the face!
Not only had Tan Yun survived—
He had slaughtered all 5 of them!
At this moment, Lu Yi felt no sorrow whatsoever for the deaths of his 89 disciples.
Only rage remained!
Not because he pitied the dead…
But because they had humiliated him!
In his eyes, those 89 disciples had not died honorably—
They had disgraced him completely!
Utter trash!
They had turned him into the laughingstock of the entire Immortal Sect!
Han Yong’s face was equally ugly.
He had originally wanted to help Lu Yi suppress Shen Subing’s prestige.
That was why he proposed the battle between the 89 disciples.
Who would have thought…
His “good intentions” would backfire so badly?
As guilt flashed through his eyes, a faint killing intent quietly emerged when he looked toward Tan Yun.
At that moment, Tan Yun slowly raised his head.
His cold gaze swept across Lu Yi and Han Yong before finally landing on the disciples behind Lu Yi.
His weak voice carried naked ridicule and disdain.
“Weren’t you all constantly saying that Elder Shen has no worthy disciples?”
“That all of us are ants?”
“If I, a mere ant, defeated all of you…”
“Then what are you?”
“Dust?”
“Or worthless feathers drifting in the wind?”
“And stop glaring at me like you want to devour me alive.”
“I know all of you want to kill me.”
“But there are already countless people who want my life.”
“So who exactly do you think you are?”
“You little bastard, stop speaking nonsense!”
Lu Yi roared furiously, veins bulging across his forehead.
Immediately—
Among the more than 11,000 disciples behind him, over 1,000 disciples at the Great Perfection of the Soul Refining Realm rushed forward and surrounded Tan Yun.
Each of them glared at him coldly.
“Tan Yun, once your injuries recover, I’ll challenge you!”
“Do you dare fight me 3 months from now?!”
“You arrogant trash! I challenge you to a life-and-death duel!”
“…”
Facing the furious pressure of over 1,000 disciples, Tan Yun merely sneered.
His eyes were filled with contempt.
“A bunch of Great Perfection Soul Refining Realm cultivators…”
“Actually challenging someone at the 3rd Level of Soul Refining Realm?”
“Hahaha…”
Then—
“Heh.”
Tan Yun said only 1 word.
Yet that single mocking laugh felt like a loud slap across everyone’s faces!
Their expressions instantly became incomparably ugly.
It was as though all their fury had smashed into a pile of cotton—
Powerless.
Humiliated.
And unbearably stifled!
“Tan Yun, if you’ve got the guts, then accept my challenge—!”
Before the disciple could even finish speaking, Lu Yi slapped him flying with a furious swing of his sleeve!
“Trash!”
Lu Yi glared viciously at the remaining disciples at the Great Perfection of the Soul Refining Realm.
“Haven’t you embarrassed yourselves enough already?!”
“Get back here with this elder!”
After roaring angrily, Lu Yi shot one final murderous glare at Tan Yun before soaring into the sky and disappearing above the Merit Medicine Garden.
Soon after, the deacons under his command and the more than 11,000 disciples also departed one after another on their flying swords.
“Chief, we shall take our leave as well.”
The other elders cupped their fists toward Tang Xinying before leaving in succession.
Only Fifth Elder Chen Shuiyue remained behind.
In the blink of an eye, the once-crowded battlefield became silent.
Only Tang Xinying, Chen Shuiyue, Shen Subing, and the disciples of the Merit Medicine Garden remained.
Then—
“Pfft!”
Everyone’s hearts tightened instantly.
Tan Yun suddenly coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
The divine sword supporting his body trembled violently.
Finally…
He could no longer hold on.
His body collapsed heavily onto the ground.
At that moment, nobody noticed—
High above the Valley of Merit, hidden within the sea of clouds, stood an old man in a green robe.
The elderly man appeared to be in his 60s.
His expression was cold and solemn, yet as he looked down at the unconscious Tan Yun, a trace of appreciation quietly appeared in his eyes.
…
A moment later.
At the foot of Huangfu Sacred Sect Mountain.
Inside the VIP Hall of Tianfa City.
Tantai Xuanzhong sat silently in the main seat, his deep gaze fixed upon the old man standing before him.
The old man was tall and thin.
Though his face was wrinkled with age, a chilling sharpness lingered within his eyes, as though cold light seeped from his very bones.
“Sect Master,” the old man reported respectfully, “we still have not identified the murderer.”
“The killer is extremely cunning and highly experienced.”
“After murdering the 25th and 26th Elders within the Artifact Vein Secret Realm, all traces were completely erased.”
Hearing this, surprise flashed briefly through Tantai Xuanzhong’s deep eyes.
Very few people knew this secret—
Tantai Xuanzhong had secretly established 2 hidden organizations.
One was called:
Assassination.
The other:
Divine Punishment.
The old man before him was Huangfu Gusong, the commander of the Assassination Organization.
His responsibility was to secretly investigate the backgrounds of every chief, elder, and even the secluded old monsters within Huangfu Sacred Sect.
Both Assassination and Divine Punishment were Tantai Xuanzhong’s sharpest blades hidden in the shadows!
To outsiders—
Whether it was the chiefs of the various lineages or the ancient experts in secluded cultivation—
Everyone believed Tantai Xuanzhong to be mediocre and ordinary.
But almost nobody knew…
Behind that ordinary appearance hid terrifying ruthlessness and iron-blooded ambition!
How could the Sect Master of Huangfu Sacred Sect truly be an ordinary man?
His apparent mediocrity was merely a disguise.
He had been enduring silently all these years, waiting for the perfect opportunity to uproot every hidden enemy within the sect!
Tantai Xuanzhong understood Huangfu Gusong’s abilities extremely well.
Precisely because of this, he was genuinely surprised that even Gusong had failed to discover the murderer’s identity.
At this moment, Huangfu Gusong spoke again solemnly.
“Sect Master, I personally investigated the locations where Murong Hong, Linghu Canghe, and Wu Hong died within the Inner Sect.”
“I am certain…”
“The same person who killed them also murdered the 2 elders of the Artifact Lineage.”
“Although the methods used were different, the killer left behind absolutely no traces.”
“Not even the slightest residual aura remained.”
“Therefore, this subordinate concludes that all these murders were committed by the same person.”
Tantai Xuanzhong nodded slowly, his expression growing grave.
“I understand.”
“Continue the investigation.”
After a pause, he asked calmly,
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
A cold light flickered across Huangfu Gusong’s eyes.
“Sect Master, this subordinate suspects that Murong Shishi, 18th Elder of the Artifact Lineage…”
“Tang Xinying, Chief of the Pill Lineage…”
“And the Chief of the Sacred Soul Lineage…”
“May all be spies.”
“Additionally…”
“The background of Shen Subing, Elder of Merit from the Pill Lineage, is also highly suspicious.”
“However, these are only suspicions for now. There is still insufficient evidence.”
Hearing this, a cold smile slowly curved across Tantai Xuanzhong’s lips.
“Murong Shishi.”
“Tang Xinying.”
“Shen Subing.”
“And the Sacred Soul Daoist…”
“For now, do not touch any of them.”
“If they truly are spies…”
“One day…”
“This Sect Master will personally make them regret ever stepping into Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
“And I will uproot every force standing behind them!”