The Supreme Being Against Heaven

At this moment, Shen Qingfeng stood motionless in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on Tan Yun, who had just stepped out of the room safely, as if he were seeing a ghost.

His heart was filled with astonishment. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Tan Yun’s wounds could fully recover in just 5 days.

Tan Yun met Shen Qingfeng’s eyes, clasped his hands in salute, and chuckled softly.
“Disciple greets Elder Shen. Thank you, Elder, for taking care of me all these past days.”

As his mind cleared, the astonishment in Shen Qingfeng’s eyes gave way to a deep sorrow. He thought to himself,
“Tan Yun’s healing power is supernatural. It’s a pity he’s just a worthless spirit…”

Shen Qingfeng sighed lightly.
“Ah… If only you weren’t a worthless spirit.”

“Elder Shen, whether I am a worthless spirit or not, I will not let you down,” Tan Yun said with a calm smile.

“Hmph, good. Then my second brother and I will look forward to seeing your achievements,” Shen Qingfeng said in encouragement, then continued,
“Now that your wounds have healed, go back to take care of the Lingshan herb garden. Oh, one more thing—I’m entrusting Dai Zhang to look after your No. 888 herb garden temporarily. Don’t forget its boundaries.”

“Understood, Elder Shen.”

Seeing that Tan Yun seemed hesitant, as if reluctant to leave, Shen Qingfeng asked,
“What’s the matter?”

Tan Yun wrinkled his nose and muttered in annoyance,
“Steward Shen… you haven’t given me what I obtained from killing Li Ziquan.”

“Oops… Ah… almost forgot,” Shen Qingfeng said awkwardly with a smile.
“What? Are you afraid I’ll think I’m too greedy?”

“Here it is. Take it and go!”

Immediately, Shen Qingfeng’s Qiankun Ring flashed, and all the items—the Qiankun Ring of Li Ziquan, the high-level Blood-Devouring Spirit Cauldron, the Flying Spirit Cauldron for refining pills, and the high-level Sky Element Spirit Spear—appeared beneath Tan Yun’s feet.

Tan Yun used his spiritual power to store these objects in his own Qiankun Ring. Then he smiled widely, mounted his flying sword, and soared around the back of the mountain, heading toward Herb Garden No. 888 on the front mountain to thank the garden’s resident disciple, Dai Zhang.

“Zhou Run?” While flying on his sword, Tan Yun saw a familiar figure sitting calmly in the moist, shaded herb garden behind the mountain.

“Call me!”

Tan Yun lowered his sword and landed in front of Zhou Run. Zhou Run rubbed his eyes and exclaimed,
“Elder Tan! You’re fully healed in just 5 days?!”

“Huh… did you want me to lie in bed for half a year?” Tan Yun said seriously.

“Ah… ah… Elder Tan… I didn’t mean it,” Zhou Run stammered fearfully.

“All right, I was just teasing. Why so serious?” Tan Yun laughed, then glanced at the 5 stalks of Jade Revival Grass buried in the soil and exclaimed softly,
“Click, click… All 5 level 8 Jade Revival Grass are excellent.”

Zhou Run’s eyes widened.
“Elder Tan… you even recognize Jade Revival Grass?”

From Zhou Run’s perspective, Tan Yun had only been at Lingshan Herb Garden for 6 days and had spent 5 days resting on the sofa. By all logic, he shouldn’t even know Jade Revival Grass, let alone recognize it as being 800 years old instantly.

“I’m a disciple of the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden. Isn’t it natural to know some herbs?” Tan Yun smiled faintly.
“All right, I have other business to attend to.”

“Yes, Elder Tan. Work well,” Zhou Run said, turning his back to the 5 stalks of Jade Revival Grass, watching Tan Yun soar on his sword with admiration, muttering to himself,
“Why do I feel Elder Tan is so mysterious…”

“Squeak… squeak… squeak…” Suddenly, a high-pitched sound reached Zhou Run’s ears.

He looked up toward the source of the sound and was enraged to see several field mice running amok in the herb garden not far away.

“You filthy mice!” Zhou Run roared, then his form blurred into multiple afterimages as he dashed at the rodents.

At that moment, nearly invisible footprints appeared beside the Jade Revival Grass and moved toward the dew collection container.

There were only footprints—no one was visible.

Then, colorless, odorless drops of water appeared in midair and fell into the container. The footprints slowly moved away from the herb garden again. After just a single breath, the footprints stopped, and a flying sword appeared in midair, becoming a beam of light circling the courtyard of Shen Qingfeng’s residence before flying hundreds of li away from Cangling Immortal Mountain.

After the flying sword had traveled several hundred li, Li Ziquan appeared on the empty sword.

He clung to the flying sword, his face tense, breathing heavily.
“Damn, it’s almost there! The Invisible Scripture I practiced with the characters is worthless and practically useless—can only be used a little!”

“But… I’ve finally completed the mission assigned by the 12th Elder.”

Li Ziquan spoke with a cruel expression.
“Zhou Run has to collect evening dew and pour it onto the Jade Revival Grass. With just a single drop of the poisonous water I placed in the container, all 5 stalks of Jade Revival Grass can be killed without anyone knowing!”

But suddenly, Li Ziquan’s eyes widened in terror. Blood spurted from the seven orifices of his body, and he plummeted from the flying sword like a meteor, smashing into a rock on the mountain with a loud bang! His body shattered into pieces.

At that moment, the wandering soul of the 12th Elder emerged from the corpse, controlling Li Ziquan’s weakened hand to write blood-stained characters on the smooth rock:
“Tan Yun killed me!”

The handwriting was twisted and chaotic, as if written amidst a struggle before death.

After everything was staged, the wandering soul of the 12th Elder, unable to remain outside the body for long, dissipated into the world.

On Lu Dao Peak, in the cave at the summit—

When the soul fragment vanished, Lu Wu, the 12th Elder, looked slightly pale and sneered:
“Shen Qingfeng, Tan Yun… the show is only just beginning!”

…

Meanwhile, at Cangling Immortal Mountain,

Tan Yun soared on his flying sword, his silver robe fluttering, becoming a streak of light heading toward the Redwood Gate.

Earlier, he had visited Herb Garden No. 888, met Dai Zhang, the resident disciple, and thanked him, instructing Dai Zhang to continue managing the garden. He added that if any difficulties arose in cultivating the herbs, Dai Zhang could consult him.

Dai Zhang said nothing, but inwardly felt displeased—this meant his workload had effectively doubled.

However, when Tan Yun promised one high-level Spirit Stone per month, Dai Zhang was thrilled but did not dare accept.

One high-level Spirit Stone was equivalent to 100 medium-level Spirit Stones, while low-level disciples earned only 36 stones per year. Faced with Tan Yun’s generosity, it felt like a dream, so he could not take it.

The slight displeasure he felt was merely venting his frustration.

Later, Tan Yun confirmed he would give 12 high-level Spirit Stones as compensation for the first year.

Dai Zhang accepted the gift with joy and immediately promised Tan Yun that he would carefully manage Herb Garden No. 888.

At sunset, after flying 6 hours on his sword, Tan Yun shot through 40,000 li of space and appeared above the Redwood Gate.

The gatekeeper ox’s eyes widened at the sight of Tan Yun.
“Whoa… Is this really Elder Tan?”

It was hard to imagine that Elder Tan could shock even the honest and polite gatekeeper ox to exclaim “Whoa…”

--Translated by likesnovel--