I Am Supreme

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In all honesty, it was fortunate that everything was transpiring right here.

If it had been in the martial world, Yun Yang would have hauled over the person he was talking to and beaten him up multiple times!

This was the first time in his life meeting someone with such a sarcastic and sardonic mouth.

Reigning in his contempt, Yun Yang continued his selection process.

He had two more choices left.

Beast trainer? He would pick this.

Six now.

Alchemist? He had Emmie; there was no need to choose this.

Smith? He had Emmie as well; there was no need to opt for this.

Soldier? Intelligence?

"Omnipotence?"

The option sounded amazing. Thinking about his nine manifestations, Yun Yang picked this one without any hesitation.

Other than these, it seemed like there was more to what he knew… but the person had mentioned that he could only pick seven in total. There were no more slots.

Upon deciding, Yun Yang held the pieces of paper in his hand, mulling over his choices.

What else could be changed? He would not get to revise this afterward, for it would be set in stone. He had to deliberate over them and make sure they were well-balanced.

Yun Yang finally put the sheets down after pondering for a long time, ruminating over it for a few moments, and reviewing it even further after that.

These would be the final selection - he was not altering anything. Dead or alive, these would have to do!

"May I ask if there can be any adjustments made after choosing my professions, sir?"

"Adjustments? Then why did you pick them in the first place? Do you think you're playing with mud? This pile of mud doesn't look so good, so you want to change into another slab? Or are you selecting your wife? Try a lady out and if she's not to your liking, you go for another one?"

"Cough, this is not what I meant…"

"What do you mean then? Do you think your family owns this? You'd switch professions when you don't do well in one? Let me tell you; people like you will fail in any profession you choose! Whatever you do, you can't do it well, but whatever you have, you don't save up! All you think of is changing professions… Changing them so often, you won't even be able to keep warm a pile of dung even if you have to eat it!"

Yun Yang was infuriated.

In all of Yun Yang's experiences, this man's extent of satire was second to none.

"Done picking?"

"Yes."

"Pass it back to me then, are you waiting for it to lay eggs down there? The sun's about to set, you know? Do you think I don't have to eat rice, but sh*t like you? Wait for others to digest the rice before they can produce anything for you - so you can savor it by the mouthful?"

Yun Yang was shaking with anger now.

How sardonic must he be? He was so sarcastic!

Submitting the papers with quivering hands, the official snatched it roughly and commented in annoyance, "Look at your poor choices - the most common of professions and here you are acting like it's some serious life-changing matter… What a waste of my effort. Trash doing trash, what a waste of my time!"

"There you go!"

He tossed over a small purple plaque which landed at Yun Yang's feet with a clack.

"Take it and go to hell, stupid child. You're wasting your life away being a saber knight or swordsman…"

A slow but strong wind came from the inside and gently pushed Yun Yang out of the door before the door slammed closed.

Yun Yang was already boiling with anger, the color drained from his handsome face. Qian Duoduo did not know what happened, despite seeing Yun Yang's trembling lips.

"Boss, you - what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?" Yun Yang was near his limit.

"The one inside… he speaks like a…"

His pointing finger was shaking as well.

"Like a bastard!"

"Don't you mind them. Those working in this area are basically from the Sacred Heart Palace. These people's cultivation base may not be very high, but they have connections and an extensive network. You've been upset, but we can only glare at them helplessly. We can't actually offend them…"

"That man took so many jabs at me!"

"My advice to you is to let it go. It can't be helped. These people are all like this."

Qian Duoduo giggled and lowered his voice to continue saying, "I'll be honest with you. Most of these administrative people are the remnants from the Sacred Heart Palace whose cultivation journey is stunted. They aren't capable of civil or martial matters and they aren't gifted in any way. That's why they're sent out to rural areas like this for administrative tasks…"

"Nonetheless, they're essentially still descendants of the Sacred Heart Palace's cultivators, which means they have plenty of connections. Their attitudes are awful because they have been chased out of the palace. Of course, they would be upset. Yet, they dare not be lazy because it's punishable celestially. How could they act in a civil manner to people like us then? It's normal, very normal."

Yun Yang's rage began to simmer down at once, and he replied, "I see… but the Sacred Heart Palace is so extravagantly advantageous. How could they produce such descendants?"

"Wherever it is, whatever sacred cultivation locations or divine caves and lands, there will inevitably be useless trash. Either they aren't innately gifted thus aren't fit for cultivation or the state of mind they were born with is too poor which poses a challenge to their cultivation journey… Anyway, there will always be a group of such good-for-nothings. They exist, thus it makes sense," said Qian Duoduo.

Yun Yang agreed, "True that they exist thus it makes sense… There are many prodigals from a royal lineage as well…"

Qian Duoduo clapped his hands once and commented, "You're absolutely right, boss. This is the principle."

"It's getting late. Let us find shelter and come again tomorrow?" Fatty suggested.

"Very well. Come and line up first thing in the morning tomorrow. I'll come after breakfast. As a majordomo, you must take care of these things."

Having experienced the torture of queuing up the entire day, Yun Yang did not want to ever queue again. Fatty's expression soured immediately.

'I, as a majordomo… The sect isn't even permitted yet, but I'm working already?'

'Furthermore, my task is to line up - what marvelous treatment…'

It was noon on the second day when it was finally Yun Yang's turn.

After assessing all the information…

"Have you come up with a name?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Nine Supremes League."

"That has been taken."

"Tower of Nine Supremes?"

"Taken too."

"Then… Nine Supremes Pavilion?"

"Taken!"

"Nine Supremes Sect?"

"You're dead set on Nine Supremes, aren't you? Can you not come up with such an awful name?"

Yun Yang sighed.

"I ask for your favor to check if there's the Residence of Nine Supremes, please."

Yun Yang was thinking that it was destined if the Residence of Nine Supremes was taken as well; he would simply name his sect. Whether it was the Residence of Yun, Residence of Yang or even Residence of Emmie, anything would be acceptable!

A moment of silence lapsed from the inside before…

"Strange, this actually hasn't been taken yet. How can such an awful name not be taken yet?"

Yun Yang heaved a sigh. Was this really fate?

"Have you decided?"

"Isn't it available?"

"You have to be sure yourself! Stupid! Grow some brains, will you?"

"I'm sure!"

"Residence of Nine Supremes it is?"

"Yes, this one. For sure."

"Alright… F*cking hell, everyone and anyone's naming themselves all high and mighty now. Supremes… Supremes? Supremes my ass…"

Grumbling could be heard from inside.

Veins throbbed and popped on Yun Yang's forehead. He entertained no other thoughts currently except to kill everyone in sight.

Should names not be high and mighty? Could he really name his school Residence of Emmie?

"Done."

It was finally announced.

Then, the shadow of a flag flew out in a flurry from behind the screen. On the flag, there were faint, twinkling words -"Residence of Nine Supremes".

The shadow catapulted a distance of a hundred feet before landing quietly on Yun Yang. It was an illusory image, but it was plain to the eye that it was a clean, untainted white banner.