The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
His white brows twitched slightly as he asked in a serious tone, “Who was it that injured Tan Yun to this extent?” Shen Qingfeng looked at Tan Yun with admiration and said, “1 hour ago, Tan Yun fought Li Zian… and the result was truly shocking! Speak immediately!” Li Ziquan trembled before replying fearfully, “Reporting to Elder… this evening, I went to the Spirit Herb Garden to collect herbs for alchemy, but those miscellaneous disciples didn’t prepare them in advance.” “So I got angry, scolded...
After thinking it over, Tan Yun made a decision—once his injuries recovered, he would head to the “Inner Sect Market” without hesitation!
At that moment, Shen Wende looked at Shen Qingfeng. His white brows twitched slightly as he asked in a serious tone,
“Who was it that injured Tan Yun to this extent?”
Shen Qingfeng looked at Tan Yun with admiration and said,
“1 hour ago, Tan Yun fought Li Zian… and the result was truly shocking! He actually killed Li Zian!”
“Li Zian?” Shen Wende frowned. “Which Li Zian?”
“The direct disciple of the 12th Elder, that one.”
As soon as the words fell, shock flashed in Shen Wende’s eyes.
“Is this true?”
“Absolutely true! I saw the entire battle with my own eyes!” Shen Qingfeng nodded firmly.
“Unbelievable…” Shen Wende’s aged body trembled slightly.
“I remember Li Zian. He was the disciple of the 12th Elder, ranked 9th in alchemy skills and 26th in combat strength… yet he was killed by Tan Yun!”
Shen Qingfeng chuckled softly.
“To be honest, if I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it either. Even now, it still feels like a dream!”
After sighing, he added with a smile,
“Brother Shen, why not take this child under your wing?”
“No.” Shen Wende shook his head.
“Have you forgotten? 30 years ago, when the Young Lady became the chief disciple of the Alchemy Line, she set a rule—miscellaneous disciples of the Alchemy Line can never shed their status and must remain so for life.”
“Sigh, look at me—getting old and forgetful,” Shen Qingfeng laughed awkwardly.
After speaking, he lifted Tan Yun and prepared to leave the cave.
“Brother, wait a moment,” Shen Wende called out.
“The Young Lady asked me to inform you—tomorrow during the Chen hour (07:00–09:00), you are to go to Bingqing Hall.”
“Bingqing Hall?” Shen Qingfeng paused.
“That’s where the Young Lady gathers the Alchemy Elders to discuss important matters. Why summon me?”
“I don’t know either. You’ll understand when you get there.”
“Alright, I’ll be there on time tomorrow.”
Shen Qingfeng nodded, though still puzzled. Then he stepped onto his flying sword, carrying Tan Yun as he sped off from the peak toward Changling Mountain…
At the same time—
On Luedao Peak, inside a cave,
The 12th Elder, Lu Wu, had just finished reattaching Li Ziquan’s severed arm and leg.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded from outside.
From the rhythm alone, it was clear the person was extremely anxious.
Under the moonlight, a middle-aged steward appeared at the cave entrance, his face filled with panic.
“12th Elder, something terrible has happened!”
Inside the cave, Lu Wu frowned.
“Steward Duan, come in and report.”
“Yes!”
Steward Duan rushed in, drenched in sweat. He knelt and said in a trembling voice,
“Reporting to Elder—1 hour ago, Li Zian’s life lamp… went out!”
“What did you say!” Lu Wu’s eyes widened like bronze bells.
“Elder… Li Zian… is dead!”
Before Lu Wu could speak—
Li Ziquan, lying on the bed with a twisted, disfigured face, shook his head frantically, tears streaming down.
“Impossible… My elder brother was already at the perfected stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. How could he be killed by Tan Yun?! Impossible!”
“Tan Yun?”
Lu Wu stared sharply at Li Ziquan, his voice stern.
“Earlier, when your brother brought you here, he said nothing, only asked me to treat you before leaving.”
“You know something, don’t you? Speak immediately!”
Li Ziquan trembled before replying fearfully,
“Reporting to Elder… this evening, I went to the Spirit Herb Garden to collect herbs for alchemy, but those miscellaneous disciples didn’t prepare them in advance.”
“So I got angry, scolded them, and taught them a lesson… Who would have thought that ‘Tan Yun’ would attack me and humiliate me so badly!”
“After my elder brother learned of this, he went to the herb garden in my place to seek justice from Tan Yun…”
His voice trembled, filled with hatred.
“Now that my elder brother is dead… the one who killed him must be that bastard Tan Yun!”
“Waa… Elder, please avenge my brother… waa…”
Lu Wu suddenly turned around and slapped Li Ziquan hard across the face, roaring,
“You useless trash! You were bullied by a mere miscellaneous disciple into this state!”
“Do you know how much effort I put into nurturing your brother to become a high-level alchemist?!”
“Do you know that I had even placed my hopes on him to go to the Eternal Immortal Sect in 2.5 years to compete in alchemy against the geniuses of the other 2 ancient sects?!”
“And look at what has happened now! Because of you, you worthless thing—Li Zian is dead!”
“Let me tell you this! If your brother died because of you, then you can prepare to be buried alongside him!”
“Jinx! You’ve driven me insane!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wu flicked his sleeve. His figure shot out of the cave in an instant. Drawing his long sword, he soared straight toward Changling Mountain!
At the same time—
Inside the Sacred Spirit Hall, 2nd floor,
23 elders of the Sacred Soul Line stood respectfully before their leader—the “Sacred Soul Daoist.”
He raised his head, let out a long sigh, and murky tears streamed down his aged cheeks.
He closed his eyes… yet the tears continued to flow uncontrollably.
His voice trembled, yet carried unquestionable authority:
“Chang Kong… my only great-grandson… was killed by Tan Yun from the Spirit Herb Garden of the Alchemy Line!”
Suddenly, his expression turned cold and rigid.
“Listen carefully, all of you!”
“The moment Tan Yun steps out of the Alchemy Line territory… kill him!”
All 23 elders responded in unison,
“Yes!”
The 2nd Elder sneered coldly,
“I will send disciples of the Sacred Soul Line to lie in ambush outside the Alchemy Line’s mountain gate without anyone noticing.”
“The moment Tan Yun appears—he will be killed instantly!”
“If he fears death and refuses to leave the Alchemy Line… then I will find a way to ‘borrow another’s hand’ to kill him!”
Meanwhile—
At the Murong Sacred Hall of the Beast Soul Line,
An old man around 60 years old, with a fierce face, was now covered in tears.
He was “Murong Hong,” the 2nd Elder of the Beast Soul Line, and the grandfather of Murong Kun!
Murong Hong had been on a mission in the Beast Soul branch of the Immortal Sect for 1 month, and had just returned to the Inner Sect today.
Confident in his grandson’s strength, he believed that “Murong Kun” would surely pass the trial of the Fallen Divine Valley and enter the Inner Sect successfully.
Thus, upon returning, he immediately summoned a new disciple to inquire about his grandson.
However… the answer he received struck him like lightning!
“Kun’er… my beloved grandson… you died so miserably!”
“My dear grandson, don’t worry! I swear—I will avenge you!”
“I will tear Tan Yun into pieces! Not even leave him a place to be buried!”
“Ahh… my grandson…”
At that moment, Murong Hong seemed to have aged 10 years. His grief and hatred surged, filling the entire Murong Hall for a long time…
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