The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“Miss! Please, for the sake of this old elder, spare my elder brother’s life!”

At that moment, Shen Qingqiu, an elder of the Outer Line, his face covered with tear stains, staggered into Bingqing Hall before kneeling beside Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende.

“Second brother, this matter is my fault. Please do not make things difficult for the Miss anymore…”
Shen Qingfeng looked at Shen Qingqiu with eyes full of guilt and sorrow.
“The Miss entrusted such an important matter to me, yet I failed!”

“Second brother, I deserve to die. But I have caused the Miss trouble—I deserve to die 10,000 times!”

“Second brother, say no more…”
Shen Qingfeng smiled faintly, calm in the face of life and death.
“Before dying, being able to see you again is enough for me. From now on, you must carry my regrets and serve the Miss well. Do you understand?”

Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu’s muddy tears flowed endlessly.
“Second brother understands… Second brother understands…”

“Heh…”
Shen Qingfeng chuckled softly, facing death peacefully.
“At your age, and you’re still crying?”

At that moment, Lu Wu slowly stood up from his seat and sighed.
“Sect Master, it is time.”

The Bingqing Sect Master trembled slightly as tears streamed down her face. She suddenly flashed forward and arrived before Shen Qingfeng—

To everyone’s astonishment… she actually knelt before him!

“Miss! What are you doing!”
Shen Qingfeng hurriedly stood up, about to help her up.
“You make this old man feel even more ashamed!”

“Qingfeng, don’t move. I have something to say.”
The Bingqing Sect Master spoke through tears, her tone stubborn.
“The kindness you have shown Su Bing—I will never forget it. Killing you today… is my fault…”

“Miss… I am the one who should apologize!”
Shen Qingfeng knocked his head on the ground, his voice choking.
“In truth, I know very well—even if you did not order my death, the Pill Line elders of the Immortal Sect would never let me go in the future.”

“As the steward of the Immortal Mountain herb garden, I cannot avoid responsibility. Being able to die by your hand—I am already deeply grateful.”

“Miss, from now on I will no longer be able to remain by your side. Please take good care of yourself. If there is a chance in the future, please convey my greetings to the Patriarch on my behalf… If there is a next life, I am still willing to serve you and the Shen family again…”

Hearing this, the Bingqing Sect Master nodded firmly.
“May you have a safe journey…”

“Miss, I take my leave… please take care of yourself.”

After saying that, Shen Qingfeng stood up, turned around, and with a flick of his right hand, a flying sword appeared in the air.

Holding the sword, he walked out of Bingqing Hall step by step.

His back looked utterly lonely, desolate, and solitary…

The Bingqing Sect Master sat motionless, watching him walk out of the hall.
When she saw him raise the sword to his neck, she closed her eyes and bit her lip until blood seeped out.

“Elder brother!”
Shen Qingqiu knelt outside the hall, crying out loudly.
“Second brother has come to see you off!”

Shen Qingfeng did not turn back. He only paused for a moment—before raising the sword, intending to take his own life!

But at that very instant—

A faint voice sounded from the sky.
“Steward… stop!”

In the next moment, hundreds and thousands of voices thundered from the sky.
“Stop! Steward!”

Shen Qingfeng immediately halted his hand.

At the same time, a black spirit ship dived down from the clouds, crashing onto the ground with dust flying everywhere before landing on the beautiful Bingqing Immortal Mountain, which looked like a dream.

On the spirit ship, Da Niu was supporting Tan Yun, standing at the front.

Behind him were more than 800 herb garden disciples, their eyes red as they looked at Shen Qingfeng with tears in their eyes.

Da Niu helped Tan Yun down from the ship.

At that moment, blood was still flowing continuously from Tan Yun’s head, mouth, and chest.

“Steward… forgive me… I came late…”
Tan Yun clutched his chest and bowed slightly as he spoke with a trembling voice.

“I’m sorry, Steward… we came late!”

Except for Da Niu, who was still supporting Tan Yun, all the herb garden disciples knelt down together.

“Good… it’s good that you’ve come… good…”

Shen Qingfeng looked at the disciples who had come to see him off, smiling kindly before his expression turned serious.

“All disciples, listen to my command—no one is allowed to cry!”

He forbade them from crying…

Yet his own tears streamed uncontrollably down his aged face.

“None of you are to cry!”

The disciples quickly wiped away their tears, looking at him with reddened eyes.

Inside Bingqing Hall, the Bingqing Sect Master stood up.

At this moment, she and the elders were all watching the scene outside—the disciples and servants who had come to bid Shen Qingfeng farewell.

Silence blanketed everything, the atmosphere so heavy it was suffocating…

Shen Qingfeng swept his gaze across his disciples and spoke firmly:

“From now on, no matter who becomes the next steward of the herb garden, you must work harder than ever. Be loyal to the new steward, loyal to the Sect Master, and loyal to the Pill Line. Do you understand?”

“We understand!”

All the disciples—except Tan Yun—responded in unison.

Shen Qingfeng’s gaze then fixed on Tan Yun as he spoke solemnly:

“I don’t care whether you are a crippled soul or not, but you must promise me—my second brother must not die because of you!”

“Qingqiu even made a poison oath for you. As the chief disciple, you must endure the ridicule from both disciples and elders!”

“Now I need you to promise me—you must endure in silence until the day you rise to fame! Only then can I die without regrets!”

Hearing this, though Tan Yun was extremely weak, his eyes turned resolute.

“Steward, as long as I live, I will never let you die!”

The moment he finished speaking, Tan Yun struggled to kneel, facing Bingqing Hall.

The very first sentence he uttered instantly ignited the anger in the Bingqing Sect Master’s heart!

“Sect Master, the death of the Rebirth Jade Grass has hidden causes! It was not an accident, nor Zhou Run’s fault… it was poisoned! Someone did this deliberately—perhaps to eliminate Steward Shen… or perhaps—”

Shen Qingfeng’s aged body trembled violently as he hurriedly shouted:

“Tan Yun, shut up this instant!”

His face was filled with panic. He knew very well that after the Rebirth Jade Grass had died, not only had he inspected it, but even the Sect Master and the Pill Line elders had examined it—

And all had reached the same conclusion: it died due to Zhou Run’s negligence, not poisoning!

“You brat! How dare you spout such nonsense!”

A furious roar exploded as Lu Wu dashed out of the hall, appearing before Tan Yun.

“Are you implying there is a traitor within the Pill Line? Or that we are not united!”

“Whoosh!”

The 6th elder, Shen Wende, also rushed forward, appearing beside Tan Yun and speaking in a low voice:

“Tan Yun, I understand you want to save Steward Shen, but such words… must not be spoken recklessly!”

At that moment, the Bingqing Sect Master stared at Tan Yun with icy eyes.

“I want to hear—how exactly it was poisoned. If you speak nonsense… do not blame me for being merciless!”

She had already held prejudice against Tan Yun.

And after personally examining the Rebirth Jade Grass and finding no trace of poison, his words now only fueled her anger—though she had not yet erupted publicly, her heart was already boiling with rage!

“Tan Yun, the Sect Master and all the elders have already confirmed that the Rebirth Jade Grass was not poisoned. Saying this is no different from courting death!”

Shen Qingfeng, extremely anxious, blurted out:

“Stop talking! If you continue, you will die—and my second brother will die with you because of the poison oath!”

After saying this, Shen Qingfeng quickly turned and knelt before the Bingqing Sect Master, kowtowing.

“Miss, please calm your anger! Tan Yun only spoke out of urgency to save me. His life is tied to Qingqiu’s—please show mercy and do not kill him!”

Hearing this, the Bingqing Sect Master looked at Tan Yun. The killing intent in her eyes gradually faded before she spoke coldly:

“Get out of Bingqing Immortal Mountain immediately! I do not wish to see your face again!”

This was the first time in 30 years since she became Sect Master that the elders had heard her use such harsh language.

It was enough to show—

At this moment, the Bingqing Sect Master… hated the disciple named Tan Yun to the core!

--Translated by likesnovel--