Supreme Master - Chapter 59: Contempt

Translator – Misty

Chapter 59: Contempt

This trip had been exceptionally fruitful. Not only had Gu Qingfeng looted thousands of Purple-Gold Sunlight Crystal shards, but he had also absorbed a significant amount of Solar Purple-Gold Flame.

Gu Qingfeng pondered that if he refined these flames and combined them with the crystal shards, it might be enough for him to rebuild his Foundation Establishment.

The only thing that remained a mystery was the multi-colored crystal—its so-called dream realm and the mysterious woman within it. She asked me if I was one of the reincarnated ones. But what about her? If she was one, who had she been in her past life? And what connection did she have to this cave dwelling?

There were no answers, and he wasn’t about to waste his time overthinking it.

Upon returning to the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect, Gu Qingfeng immediately entered seclusion to refine the Solar Purple-Gold Flame.

Although his body had once been tempered by Nine Serenities Primordial Fire, he had since been judged by the Heavenly Dao and forced back into a mortal body. While he was not afraid of Solar Purple-Gold Flame, refining it was no simple task. After all, it originated from the sun itself—wildly violent and difficult to subdue.

While refining the flames, Gu Qingfeng also continued to study the multi-colored crystal. Each time his spiritual consciousness entered its so-called dream realm, the woman’s spiritual consciousness would appear immediately.

She was persistent. Every time he entered, she would demand to know his identity.

And every time, Gu Qingfeng would respond that he was the reincarnation of Heaven itself.

This enraged her, infuriated her—but she was helpless.

Eventually, she stopped asking. Instead, whenever Gu Qingfeng entered the dream realm, she would attempt to obliterate his spiritual consciousness.

But she failed. Every single time.

She didn’t know who Gu Qingfeng was.

Likewise, Gu Qingfeng had no idea who she was. He wasn’t in a rush to find out, either. It was all just an amusing pastime to him—occasionally teasing her added some much-needed entertainment to his otherwise monotonous seclusion.

The days of seclusion were dull, and refining Solar Purple-Gold Flame was tedious. Apart from occasionally provoking the woman in the multi-colored crystal, Gu Qingfeng spent much of his time observing the little black turtle.

He still couldn’t determine what kind of creature it was.

Considering that this little thing had been sealed with the Great Ming King’s Sixfold Seal before it had even hatched, it had to be extraordinary—perhaps some ancient, fearsome Desolate Beast.

Yet after watching it for half a month, it didn’t seem like a demonic beast at all.

Gu Qingfeng had encountered Desolate Beasts before. They were vicious from the moment they were born, even the weakest of them capable of devouring a cultivator whole.

This little turtle, on the other hand, had initially been hostile toward him but quickly succumbed to the temptation of delicious food. It had become a complete glutton, devouring anything edible—spiritual pills, spirit stones, even Purple-Gold Sunlight Crystal shards—with no adverse effects.

Curious, Gu Qingfeng tested it by conjuring a small wisp of Solar Purple-Gold Flame. The little turtle swallowed it without hesitation.

That surprised him. His body had been tempered by Nine Serenities Primordial Fire, so he wasn’t afraid of Solar Purple-Gold Flame—but this little creature? It had only just been born, yet it could consume these things so effortlessly?

Gu Qingfeng decided to test its strength.

One hour passed. Two hours. Three hours…

No matter how much force he applied, the turtle’s physical body remained unshaken.

“What in the world are you?”

Gu Qingfeng frowned deeply. Across from him, the little turtle sat comfortably on the bed—yes, sat. Its shell rested against the wall, and its tiny claws held onto a Red Leaf Demon Fruit, munching away without a care.

Perhaps emboldened by the fact that Gu Qingfeng had failed to move it, the little turtle stretched out its neck as if to say: Try again.

Seeing Gu Qingfeng shake his head, the turtle rolled its little eyes in disdain—a true look of contempt. Then, without another word, it resumed eating its Red Leaf Demon Fruit.

“This thing has gained sentience…”

Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help but sigh. He had once been the Supreme Ruler of the Nine Serenities, yet here he was, being openly mocked by a little turtle. It was absurd.

Shaking his head, he muttered, “The catastrophe of the heavens, the rebirth of the world, the reformation of the laws, the revival of all beings… Who knows how many terrifying entities will awaken in the aftermath of this calamity…”

…

That day, the sun burned fiercely in the sky.

In the Qingyang region, within a courtyard of Yuelai Manor, a graceful woman sat in a pavilion, resting her chin in her hands, lost in thought.

She was none other than Daoist Qing Ning.

A month had passed since she left that mysterious cave dwelling. Initially, she had intended to take the injured Mu Zibai and his companions back to the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect, but they refused to return.

Qing Ning knew Mu Zibai’s pride wouldn’t allow him to face the humiliation of returning in disgrace, so she had no choice but to bring them to Yuelai Manor to recover.

Even after a month, she couldn’t forget what had happened inside that cave. The memory was incomprehensible, unfathomable. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out who that man was—or how his physical body could be so terrifyingly strong.

“Who exactly is he?”

She had no answer.

“Qing Ning.”

Hearing her name, Qing Ning turned to see Mu Zibai walking out of his room.

After a month of recovery, his injuries had mostly healed—at least outwardly. But his expression no longer carried the same arrogance it once did. Instead, it was clouded by a deep, simmering anger.

“How is your recovery?”

Qing Ning asked.

“I’m nearly healed. Just a little more rest, and I’ll be fine.”

“It won’t affect your sect’s Inner Sect Tournament, will it?”

As someone from the Jiuhua Alliance, Qing Ning had many connections in the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect, so she was aware that their Inner Sect Tournament was approaching.

“It won’t.” Mu Zibai sat down, sipping his tea. He hesitated, as if wanting to say something. Qing Ning, sensing his thoughts, spoke first.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone what happened in the cave.”

“Much appreciated.” Mu Zibai’s voice was heavy. “After the tournament, I will enter seclusion. I must grow stronger. I have to.”

“Zibai, you should let go of your hatred. It won’t help your cultivation.”

“Let go?” Mu Zibai shot up, eyes burning with fury. “Impossible! I, Mu Zibai, have never suffered such humiliation! I will never forgive him! I will find him—and I will tear him apart!”

Qing Ning sighed. She knew Mu Zibai’s pride too well. Asking him to let go of his hatred was futile.

“Do as you wish. Since your injuries are healed, I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Qing Ning, wait!”

She turned back. “What is it?”

“Will you attend our Inner Sect Tournament this year?”

“Probably. It’s been a while since I last saw Ye Ye. It’d be a good chance to visit.”

As she recalled Ouyang Ye, Qing Ning suddenly smiled. “I heard she brought someone special to your sect recently—her so-called love at first sight. What was his name again? Oh right… Young Master of Crimson Flame. I’ve been curious to meet him.”

(End of Chapter)