Supreme God Emperor - V1C1
Supreme God Emperor
Chapter 1
Ten thousand years
Bang!
A loud sound echoed, and a sharp pain throbbed in his forehead as Mu Yun struggled to open his eyes.
Where am I?
Mu Yun was overwhelmed by confusion. The room he was in looked like a classroom, but instead of being seated with the students, he found himself standing at the podium. As he looked out at the students, who seemed to be about 15 or 16 years old, he noticed their wide eyes, fixed on him, as though he were a monster. Trying to shake off the fog in his mind, he thought, Am I dead? How did I get here?”
Tianyun Continent, Nanyun Empire! A voice echoed in his mind.
If I am not dead, have I crossed over? And this guy is named Mu Yun? What a coincidence! But where am I now? Who is this body? What time period is it now?
A multitude of questions flooded his mind, but he took a deep breath and allowed this body’s memories to flow freely.
Entering Mu Yun's life was not meant to bring good fortune. Mu Yun, the nineteen-year-old illegitimate son of a well-known figure, bore a heavy burden because of his status. His father's legal wife viewed him with hatred, regarding him as an unwanted reminder of her husband's betrayal. Consequently, Mu Yun grew up in an emotionally barren environment where love and acceptance were fleeting luxuries he could not afford.
In addition to this emotional turmoil, Mu Yun was deemed a failure in the cultivation practice—a highly esteemed discipline in his society—from a young age. Despite his sincere dedication and rigorous training, he struggled to grasp the vital energy that came naturally to others. His lack of talent in cultivation drove a wedge between him and his family, leaving him in a constant state of disappointment. The intersection of his lowly status and perceived ineptitude painted his life with the hues of neglect and sorrow, casting him as a tragic figure in a world where power and accomplishment reigned supreme.
Ten years ago, this led to his relocation from Nanyun City, the capital of the Nanyun Empire, to the Mujia branch in the distant Beiyun City. Unfortunately, life in the harsh terrain of North Cloud City proved to be even more intolerable than he had anticipated. During the fractious family upheaval, he was harshly deemed worthless—an undeserving heir with no status or respect. This cruel dismissal extended beyond family; even those who once served him felt empowered to mock and mistreat him, deepening his sense of isolation and inadequacy.
Despite these overwhelming obstacles, Mu Yun found refuge in his love for reading. Though he lacked the skills to excel in martial arts, his intellect and desire for knowledge served as his sanctuary. Aware that he was still the eldest son of the esteemed Mu family, his relatives felt a twinge of embarrassment at his lack of martial prowess. In an effort to restore some dignity to his name, they arranged for him to work as a mentor at Beiyun Academy.
At the academy, he was tasked with teaching students the basics of alchemy and tool refining—subjects he had thoroughly studied through countless hours of reading. Logically, guiding eager students through these topics should have been simple.
However, Mu Yun's inherent shyness and natural awkwardness, compounded by years of bullying, made lecturing a daunting challenge. When confronted by a classroom full of eager eyes, the weight of his fears crushed him, leaving him fumbling for words and struggling to keep the lesson on track.
As the weeks went by, the students started to perceive beyond his timid facade. They discovered who he was and quickly became disruptive, frequently ignoring him during his lectures. A feeling of disconnection took hold in the classroom, compelling Mu Yun to navigate a realm of hostility and apathy—a stark reminder of his struggle to find a place for himself in a world intent on disregarding him.
Mu Yun murmured, "Damn! I didn’t expect you to be so unlucky. Don’t worry, we’re in the same boat now. In the future, no one will disrespect you again!”
After taking a moment to organize his swirling thoughts, Mu Yun felt a powerful surge of confidence wash over him.
A loud sound echoed, and a sharp pain throbbed in his forehead as Mu Yun struggled to open his eyes.
Where am I?
Mu Yun was overwhelmed by confusion. The room he was in looked like a classroom, but instead of being seated with the students, he found himself standing at the podium. As he looked out at the students, who seemed to be about 15 or 16 years old, he noticed their wide eyes, fixed on him, as though he were a monster. Trying to shake off the fog in his mind, he thought, Am I dead? How did I get here?”
Tianyun Continent, Nanyun Empire! A voice echoed in his mind.
If I am not dead, have I crossed over? And this guy is named Mu Yun? What a coincidence! But where am I now? Who is this body? What time period is it now?
A multitude of questions flooded his mind, but he took a deep breath and allowed this body’s memories to flow freely.
Entering Mu Yun's life was not meant to bring good fortune. Mu Yun, the nineteen-year-old illegitimate son of a well-known figure, bore a heavy burden because of his status. His father's legal wife viewed him with hatred, regarding him as an unwanted reminder of her husband's betrayal. Consequently, Mu Yun grew up in an emotionally barren environment where love and acceptance were fleeting luxuries he could not afford.
In addition to this emotional turmoil, Mu Yun was deemed a failure in the cultivation practice—a highly esteemed discipline in his society—from a young age. Despite his sincere dedication and rigorous training, he struggled to grasp the vital energy that came naturally to others. His lack of talent in cultivation drove a wedge between him and his family, leaving him in a constant state of disappointment. The intersection of his lowly status and perceived ineptitude painted his life with the hues of neglect and sorrow, casting him as a tragic figure in a world where power and accomplishment reigned supreme.
Ten years ago, this led to his relocation from Nanyun City, the capital of the Nanyun Empire, to the Mujia branch in the distant Beiyun City. Unfortunately, life in the harsh terrain of North Cloud City proved to be even more intolerable than he had anticipated. During the fractious family upheaval, he was harshly deemed worthless—an undeserving heir with no status or respect. This cruel dismissal extended beyond family; even those who once served him felt empowered to mock and mistreat him, deepening his sense of isolation and inadequacy.
Despite these overwhelming obstacles, Mu Yun found refuge in his love for reading. Though he lacked the skills to excel in martial arts, his intellect and desire for knowledge served as his sanctuary. Aware that he was still the eldest son of the esteemed Mu family, his relatives felt a twinge of embarrassment at his lack of martial prowess. In an effort to restore some dignity to his name, they arranged for him to work as a mentor at Beiyun Academy.
At the academy, he was tasked with teaching students the basics of alchemy and tool refining—subjects he had thoroughly studied through countless hours of reading. Logically, guiding eager students through these topics should have been simple.
However, Mu Yun's inherent shyness and natural awkwardness, compounded by years of bullying, made lecturing a daunting challenge. When confronted by a classroom full of eager eyes, the weight of his fears crushed him, leaving him fumbling for words and struggling to keep the lesson on track.
As the weeks went by, the students started to perceive beyond his timid facade. They discovered who he was and quickly became disruptive, frequently ignoring him during his lectures. A feeling of disconnection took hold in the classroom, compelling Mu Yun to navigate a realm of hostility and apathy—a stark reminder of his struggle to find a place for himself in a world intent on disregarding him.
Mu Yun murmured, "Damn! I didn’t expect you to be so unlucky. Don’t worry, we’re in the same boat now. In the future, no one will disrespect you again!”
After taking a moment to organize his swirling thoughts, Mu Yun felt a powerful surge of confidence wash over him.
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“Oh, Instructor Mu, who are you talking to? It’s not a piece of chalk from a student that turned you into a fool, right?”
Just as Mu Yun was merging his memories, a loud laugh rang out, and the entire class began to chuckle.
“Be quiet!” Mu Yun’s face turned cold as he glared at the laughing student and suddenly shouted.
In his previous life, as the supreme Fairy King of the realm, Mu Yun had always detested interruptions when he was deep in thought.
When Mu Yun yelled, the entire class of thirty or forty students fell silent, their mouths agape as they stared at him in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.
“What age is it now? Does Kuhai Tianzun still care about the three thousand small worlds?” Mu Yun said casually, seemingly unfazed by the students' astonishment.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the students’ expressions changed from shock to utter confusion, their mouths transforming from an inverted duck egg shape to an upright goose egg shape, and they stared at Mu Yun as if he were crazy.
“Haha…”
Suddenly, another loud laughter filled the room, coming from one of the students. He wore a white martial arts uniform, his hair tied back. At around fifteen or sixteen years old, he was quite tall, but his laughter was anything but kind.
“Mo Yang, what are you laughing at?” Mu Yun, recalling the original Mu Yun who had been robbed of his own house, recognized that Mo Yang, the student, was a notorious troublemaker.
“Teacher Mu, outsiders always say you’re just a fool who can read but can’t practice martial arts. I think they’re completely wrong!”
Mo Yang laughed heartily. “To say you’re rubbish is an insult to the word! Are you really so foolish that reading has made you stupid? Haha… Kuhai Tianzun, Kuhai Tianzun—those are legends from ten thousand years ago! Do you even know if he exists anymore? And you still ask about him… haha…”
Mo Yang laughed so hard he could barely stay upright, leaning on the table and pointing at Mu Yun, tears streaming from his eyes.
Ten thousand years ago?
Just as Mu Yun was merging his memories, a loud laugh rang out, and the entire class began to chuckle.
“Be quiet!” Mu Yun’s face turned cold as he glared at the laughing student and suddenly shouted.
In his previous life, as the supreme Fairy King of the realm, Mu Yun had always detested interruptions when he was deep in thought.
When Mu Yun yelled, the entire class of thirty or forty students fell silent, their mouths agape as they stared at him in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.
“What age is it now? Does Kuhai Tianzun still care about the three thousand small worlds?” Mu Yun said casually, seemingly unfazed by the students' astonishment.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the students’ expressions changed from shock to utter confusion, their mouths transforming from an inverted duck egg shape to an upright goose egg shape, and they stared at Mu Yun as if he were crazy.
“Haha…”
Suddenly, another loud laughter filled the room, coming from one of the students. He wore a white martial arts uniform, his hair tied back. At around fifteen or sixteen years old, he was quite tall, but his laughter was anything but kind.
“Mo Yang, what are you laughing at?” Mu Yun, recalling the original Mu Yun who had been robbed of his own house, recognized that Mo Yang, the student, was a notorious troublemaker.
“Teacher Mu, outsiders always say you’re just a fool who can read but can’t practice martial arts. I think they’re completely wrong!”
Mo Yang laughed heartily. “To say you’re rubbish is an insult to the word! Are you really so foolish that reading has made you stupid? Haha… Kuhai Tianzun, Kuhai Tianzun—those are legends from ten thousand years ago! Do you even know if he exists anymore? And you still ask about him… haha…”
Mo Yang laughed so hard he could barely stay upright, leaning on the table and pointing at Mu Yun, tears streaming from his eyes.
Ten thousand years ago?
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