I Am Supreme

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The men lowered their heads.

'We thought of this as well, but… wasn't third senior uncle inside? How could there be an issue when he was standing right there?'

'Who could have known that even third senior uncle would have failed to stop the enemy?'

'Besides… what's the point of us staying there when he can't even stop him? What can we do even if you condemn us?'

These were the thoughts that were running through the members' minds, but no one dared to voice them out.

"You know how large your responsibilities are, yet all of you gave chase to a cat! Who's going to guard against the person behind this cat then? Who's going to protect the school's arcane treasures? Are we opening our doors to them?"

"Don't know what to reply now? Got nothing to say? Isn't this the reality, though? Your foolish actions have opened our doors to the enemy for him to steal our collections and escape unscathed! Am I wrong for punishing all of you? Men, take them away! Start administrating the penalties!"

Everyone in Cangwu Union became nervous once they heard their leader's commands.

…

"Leader, I'm afraid that it's hardly efficient to investigate things like this now. An appraisal is more meaningful before reacquiring the loss," the senior uncle told the leader when there was no one else around.

He was the only one who had confronted Yun Yang, the mysterious thief, face to face, thus he knew better than most how terrifying this thief was. If they were to probe into it according to how they were doing it now, a lifetime would probably still be insufficient to come to a conclusion.

"I know!" Hong Changtian sighed and said, "Senior Uncle Wu… Our sect has taken a solid blow this time… It'd be a moderate failure to lose the essentials… Worse comes to worst, this will be the end of our school!"

Senior Uncle Wu let out a deep sigh and nodded with empathy.

"The timing of our treasured collection being stolen is tricky, it's right at a point when we can barely do anything."

Hong Changtian said lowly, "The contest is near. Our sect may go down or up in level and we don't have the room to pursue this, yet we can't act like it never happened…"

Senior Uncle Wu understood what the leader meant instantly.

"The secret scriptures are significant to us, but no matter how important they are, they won't be as crucial as maintaining our sect's level."

"My mind is only on going through the grand tournament. Once we manage to maintain or even ascend the ranks, we'll have at least three years to play with. Then, we can look into this matter during this period and put a closure to it."

"However, if we make a hoo-ha out of this and inject the strength of our experts into the investigation now, it's secondary that we'll be depleting our forces - it's uncertain if we would attract more malicious attention from this and add insult to injury. We won't be able to take on more disasters."

"If our sect goes down in ranking due to this matter, you and I are both eternal sinners of Cangwu Union!" Hong Changtian exclaimed with a sob.

Both his fists were clenched tightly, resentment pouring from his eyes.

The thief was abominable. He could have stolen any treasured resources of the heaven and earth or any divine weapons, but he had chosen to steal the sacred collection of scriptures instead.

"Whoever stole our treasured scripture collection must suffer through his death once we have found him!"

Hong Changtian spat through gritted teeth, his wrath and hatred burning like a bonfire.

…

Yun Yang quietly appeared at a secluded valley several hundred miles away from the Cangwu Union and made a slow landing. Just as he appeared, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood successively, staining the ground red.

His depletion of energy this time was over the limit!

Cangwu Union's capabilities had far exceeded Yun Yang's initial expectations. Before he had made a move, he had heard that Cangwu Union's leader was only a fourth level Saint pinnacle. He was, of course, very confident that he could escape from the said leader, although he wasn't entirely certain of it. While he was weaker in ability, he made it up with his divine manifestations that were unique to the Bound of Universe.

How could he have known that the Cangwu Union housed a Royal Saint level master?

It was the Senior Uncle Wu - throwing away dozens of Heaven and Earth Cages casually with each wave of his hand! One could never be able to pull this off if one was not a master of the Royal Saint class!

Yun Yang was certain that not only was there few people in the martial world who knew about it, but there also must not be many in Cangwu who had this knowledge. The prior rumors about Cangwu Union that ranked last among the lower class Celestial Luck Banner vaguely showing hints of crossing levels and ascending in class did not come from nowhere after all. With a master in the house, they might possibly attain a higher rank.

Facing such a proficient master, Yun Yang had still been crushed some seven to eight times by Senior Uncle Wu's constraining technique despite having various manifestations to himself, especially the wind and cloud form that could not be damaged by external forces.

If Yun Yang had not increased his wind and cloud manifestations to higher levels and managed to preserve his manifested forms despite being attacked, he would be reduced to ashes without any remains. It would not be a simple death for his spirit and soul would be destroyed as well, reincarnation an impossibility.

Although he was lucky to have escaped now, Yun Yang did not flee unscathed. He was near his end, severely harmed. When he exited drifting through the air, he had already lost his consciousness, depending solely on Emmie. It was until he got here that he recovered his physical human form.

Yun Yang struggled to swallow a few healing pills while Emmie pumped the air of vitality incessantly. Only then were Yun Yang's organs that were almost falling into pieces managed to be salvaged and upheld their working mechanism.

Even then, Yun Yang was no longer able to move. He was reduced to a slow waiting period of recovery. If someone hostile were to pass by during this time, he would be unable to do anything, left to the person's wills and wants.

Despite his horrible state, Yun Yang still thought that it was a risk worth taking looking at the newly acquired treasured collection in his spatial ring.

It was a wonder whether Yun Yang created the Raiders of All But God or the Raiders of All But God had deeply influenced Yun Yang - he was valuing possessions more than his own life!

"With these, the Residence of Nine Supremes finally has a true base - a hope to rise!"

"These are only the collections of the lowest class school but it's still knowledge accumulated throughout millennia, not at all lacking the excellence to solidify the basics. The higher class sects that are all the way up in the sky, instead, won't have a suitable arcane collection for the members' starting foundation."

"These are the truly treasured cultivation collections that are the most needed, the roots of grass."

Yun Yang took in a deep breath and began to cultivate the Endless Divine Art to heal himself. However, the gulp of breath he took almost crushed his organs. His stomach hurt like it was being torn apart, darkness clouding his vision like he was about to faint again.

Pushing himself to keep his consciousness, he struggled to continue with his healing actions.

The sky slowly darkened.

Yun Yang used the last of his energy to pick a pit by the mountain wall of the secluded valley and sat down. Then, he closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"Cangwu Union must be worse, given my pitiful state… However, even if they have exploded in wrath, they can only take this loss silently for now…"