The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
I’ll give you a chance to vent your hatred!” “Break 1 leg each—but don’t kill them!” After speaking, Tan Yunjian turned around and walked toward the nearby bamboo forest. “Tan Yunjian, remember this well!” “Because of you, my second brother was not only expelled from the Shen family by the Young Miss—” “He also swore that within at least 5–10 years, you must not disappoint her!” “If within 10 years you still fail to make a name for yourself, my second brother will be punished by the heavens and ...
Tan Yunjian spoke with a calm expression.
“I cannot let you go. But since you’ve said this much, I’ll grant you a quick death.”
Suddenly, he flicked his right arm!
A blade formed from spiritual energy shot out in a flash.
“Slash!”
Cheng Yaozuan’s neck was severed in an instant!
His lifeless body collapsed to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.
When they saw Cheng Yaozuan’s corpse, the 20 lackeys immediately knelt before Tan Yunjian, kowtowing and begging for their lives in terror.
Tan Yunjian narrowed his eyes and looked at them coldly.
“Since you didn’t make a move against me, I won’t kill you.”
“But the debt for insulting me must still be settled!”
After saying that, he turned to look at the several hundred disciples who were glaring at the 20 lackeys with resentment in their eyes.
Then he spoke in a deep voice:
“It seems they’ve followed Cheng Yaozuan for a long time and must have bullied you quite a bit.”
“Good! I’ll give you a chance to vent your hatred!”
“Break 1 leg each—but don’t kill them!”
After speaking, Tan Yunjian turned around and walked toward the nearby bamboo forest.
Behind him, screams like pigs being slaughtered rang out continuously…
Inside the bamboo forest,
Tan Yunjian reclined on a finely carved stone chair.
In his mind, he pondered the reason why “Li Zi’an” wanted to take his life.
After thinking for a while,
he concluded that this person was very likely bribed by—
the Enforcement Elder of the Inner Sect,
or the 2nd Elder of the Beast Soul Line,
or the Chief of the Holy Soul Line.
“Li Zi’an… don’t let yourself fall into my hands!”
A cold glint flashed in Tan Yunjian’s eyes.
This person—must die!
“Rustle… rustle…”
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the distance.
Under the setting sun,
more than 800 servant disciples of the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden stood not far in front of Tan Yunjian.
Their eyes were filled with fear.
Tan Yunjian stood up from the chair and stepped forward 1 step.
The crowd instinctively stepped back together.
Tan Yunjian shrugged, then smiled in a friendly manner.
“There’s no need to be that afraid. Am I going to eat you?”
“Just continue doing what you should do. As long as you don’t offend me, I’ll treat everyone with respect.”
“Oh right, I just arrived and still don’t know what needs to be done here. Could someone explain it to me?”
Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
“Senior Brother Tan, my name is Zhou Run.”
A thin disciple stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
“Senior Brother Tan has just arrived. The most important thing is to go to the ‘Lingyuan Hall’ behind the mountain to report to Steward Shen.”
“After reporting, the steward will give you sect robes, arrange your residence, assign a herb planting plot, and set your monthly herb quota.”
Tan Yunjian nodded.
“Thank you very much, Junior Brother Zhou.”
Then he continued:
“Also, please take Cheng Yaozuan’s body and bury it properly.”
“Yes, I’ll go right away!”
Zhou Run turned around, preparing to leave.
But Tan Yunjian called him back.
“This is your reward.”
With a wave of his hand,
a streak of white light flew into Zhou Run’s hand, turning into a “mid-grade spirit stone.”
“Senior Brother Tan… this… I really can’t accept this…”
Zhou Run was stunned.
For servant disciples,
in 1 month they would only receive 300 low-grade spirit stones, which were equivalent to only 3 mid-grade spirit stones.
Zhou Run was not a fool.
In his eyes—Tan Yunjian had already become the “new overlord” of the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden.
How could he dare accept something from him so casually?
“If I tell you to take it, then take it. Don’t hesitate.”
Tan Yunjian chuckled softly.
Then he stepped onto his flying sword and soared through the bamboo forest.
Before long, he arrived behind the mountain and landed in front of a quiet courtyard.
Tan Yunjian put away his flying sword and cupped his hands in greeting.
“New disciple Tan Yunjian has come to report to Steward Shen!”
“Come in.”
An aged voice, seasoned by many years, came from inside.
“Creak—”
Tan Yunjian pushed the door open.
The moment he saw the scene before him, his expression suddenly turned to joy.
“Elder… how did you end up here…?”
Tan Yunjian halted his steps and looked at the white-haired old man in front of him.
At first glance, the man looked extremely similar to Shen Qingqiu.
But upon closer inspection, there were still some differences.
“Hahaha.”
The white-haired old man stood in the courtyard and smiled kindly.
“I am Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Qingqiu is my twin elder brother.”
“My second brother has already told me everything about you. He treats you like his own nephew, so in front of me, you don’t need to be so reserved.”
“This disciple understands, and I thank you, Steward.”
Tan Yunjian chuckled softly and cupped his hands respectfully.
Shen Qingfeng waved his right hand.
In the next instant, a silver robe appeared in his hand.
Folded neatly atop it was an identity token engraved with the words “Servant Disciple.”
“I’ve prepared everything for you. Put it on.”
“Yes.”
Tan Yunjian quickly took off his green robe and changed into the silver one, then fastened the identity token at his waist.
Shen Qingfeng continued calmly:
“Tan Yunjian, from now on, you will be responsible for the spirit herbs in Area No. 888 of the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden.”
“In addition to submitting the required quota of herbs each month, you must also attend to the daily needs of the alchemy-line disciples.”
“Of course, this will affect your cultivation, but you may find other ways—such as having others do it for you.”
After speaking, he revealed a faint, meaningful smile.
“This disciple thanks Steward Shen for the reminder.”
Tan Yunjian bowed.
Suddenly, Shen Qingfeng’s expression turned serious.
“Tan Yunjian, remember this well!”
“Because of you, my second brother was not only expelled from the Shen family by the Young Miss—”
“He also swore that within at least 5–10 years, you must not disappoint her!”
“If within 10 years you still fail to make a name for yourself, my second brother will be punished by the heavens and die!”
“This concerns life and death—you must not disappoint me and my second brother!”
“Steward Shen, rest assured. I know what I must do.”
Tan Yunjian replied firmly.
“Mm.”
Shen Qingfeng nodded.
“Your residence is at No. 900. Only after you shed your status as a servant disciple will you be able to have your own immortal peak.”
As he spoke, he waved his hand again, sending a jade slip to Tan Yunjian.
“This contains records on how to care for millions of spirit herbs in the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden. Study it well.”
“That will be all. You may leave. If anything comes up in the future, come find me directly.”
“This disciple understands. Please take care, Steward.”
Tan Yunjian saluted, then turned and left.
As he walked out, he glanced down at the words “Miscellaneous Herb Gardener” embroidered on his chest.
In his heart, he made a firm vow—to break free from this status as soon as possible!
After making up his mind,
Tan Yunjian stepped onto his flying sword and circled around the back mountain.
Before he could return to the residential pavilions,
sounds of screams and the whistling of weapons reached his ears!
Tan Yunjian frowned and immediately accelerated, shooting out of the bamboo forest.
The moment he saw the scene ahead—his pupils constricted!
He saw a white-robed disciple,
with a small alchemy furnace embroidered on his chest.
In his hand was an iron whip,
which lashed through the air like a black serpent writhing low!
“Smack!”
With a single strike, Zhou Run’s clothes tore open at the shoulder.
Flesh split apart, and blood splattered!
He looked like a bloodstained, broken-winged butterfly—pitiful to the extreme!
At the same time, more than 800 servant disciples knelt trembling in front,
not a single one daring to make a sound!
“Zhou Run, you worthless trash!”
“I told you to prepare the herbs—why aren’t they ready when I came to collect them?!”
“And you lot—you’re all lowly garbage!”
The white-robed disciple shouted insults while continuously lashing the iron whip,
leaving bloody wounds across Zhou Run and more than 10 others!
As he whipped them, he looked down with utter disdain.
“The servant disciples of the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden are nothing but worthless scum!”
“From now on, if anyone dares delay my alchemy again—I’ll beat you to death!”
But before he could finish speaking,
a voice, so cold it seemed to freeze everything, suddenly interrupted—
“You say the servant disciples of the Lingshan Spirit Herb Garden are all lowly trash?”
“You bastard—where did you come from, to dare insult all the disciples under my domain like this?!”
--Translated by likesnovel--