The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“12th Elder, please calm your anger! Excessive rage will harm your body!”
Duan Zhen hurriedly knelt, trying to console Lu Wu, who was already kneeling on the ground.

Lu Wu’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared irrationally,
“Duan Zhen! How can you expect me to calm down?!”

“Ye Ling was my hope! At only 40 years old, he had already become a Saint-level alchemist! If he hadn’t died, his future would have been boundless—and my status would have risen with him!”

“Even setting that aside, I truly cared for that child! For so many years, I devoted everything to him… only for it all to be destroyed by Tan Yun!”

“Duan Zhen, tell me… how am I supposed to calm down?!”

Lu Wu roared again, coughing up another mouthful of blood!

Consumed by fury and grief, Lu Wu collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest as his body trembled uncontrollably.

His jet-black hair… rapidly turned white!

In just an instant—his entire head was snow-white!

Seeing this, Duan Zhen did not dare reveal the truth—that he was the one who had ordered Ye Ling to deal with Tan Yun.

He was certain that if he spoke, Lu Wu would tear him to pieces on the spot!

“12th Elder… what should we do next?”
Duan Zhen asked in a trembling voice.

“What should we do…”
Lu Wu lifted his head, staring at Duan Zhen like a maddened beast, his voice cold and low.

“Sending disciples after Tan Yun would only send them to their deaths! But with your strength at Level 1 of the Soul Refinement Realm… killing him would be as easy as flipping your hand. Do you understand what you should do?”

A vicious glint flashed in Duan Zhen’s eyes.
“When he leaves Mustard Seed Space Tower No. 666… I will eliminate him quietly!”

—

After 1 shichen—

Two beams of light shot down from the sea of clouds onto Bingqing Immortal Mountain, transforming into Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng, who had arrived on flying swords.

The two stood before the tightly shut doors of Bingqing Hall and bowed respectfully.

“We, Wende and Qingfeng, request an audience with the Young Lady.”

“Enter.”

A gentle and melodious voice sounded—calm, yet tinged with sorrow.

The hall doors slowly opened.

Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng stepped inside with smiles—yet those smiles froze the moment they saw the scene before them.

Daoist Nun Bingqing, who was already slender… now appeared even more frail and pale.

She sat upright on a jade chair, looking at them. Her beautiful pale face forced out a faint smile.

“Young Lady… in just 5 days since we last met, you’ve grown this gaunt…”
Shen Wende said with heartache.

Shen Qingfeng felt the same.

No one knew what she had gone through in the past 5 days.

Even less could anyone understand—the torment she had endured!

5 days ago, Zhou Wuyun, the 3rd Elder of the Alchemy Line of the Immortal Sect, had informed her that within 1 month, he would come to collect the following spiritual herbs:

Turtle Breath Ice Grass, Nether Soul Spirit Lotus, Blazing Soul Fire Grass, and 5 Jade Revival Grasses!

Failure to deliver them—would result in death!

Was she afraid of death?

Yes!

Of course she was!

Who wouldn’t fear death if there was still a chance to live?

But for her… what was more terrifying than death was this—

After she died, she would no longer be able to avenge her father!

Nor fulfill her mother’s final wish!

She did not want to die…

But how could it be possible to gather all 4 of those miraculous herbs within just 1 month?

Thus, after only 5 days of suffering with no way out… she had become this frail.

However, she knew well that Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng treated her like their own granddaughter.

Not wanting them to worry, she forced a smile and said,

“It’s nothing. I’ve just been a bit tired these days. I’ll recover in a few more days.”

“Mm…”
Shen Qingfeng spoke with guilt,
“When the Young Lady entrusted me to take care of the Jade Revival Grass… it was my negligence that I failed to protect it, bringing trouble upon you…”

“Enough. Let the past remain in the past,”
Daoist Nun Bingqing said softly.
“What brings you here today?”

Shen Wende immediately stepped forward and bowed.
“I wish to take Tan Yun as my direct disciple. I ask for your permission, Young Lady.”

“Absurd!”
Daoist Nun Bingqing said with displeasure.
“Although Tan Yun killed Li Zian and can indeed fight across levels, in the end he still possesses a worthless soul. If you take him as your disciple, won’t you be ridiculed in the future?”

“Young Lady, please allow me to finish,”
Shen Wende’s voice trembled slightly with excitement.
“More than 1 shichen ago, Tan Yun fought Ye Ling—and killed him without sustaining a single injury!”

“I am certain that with his strength, he is more than capable of entering the ‘Hidden Dragon List’!”

Daoist Nun Bingqing suddenly stood up.
“What did you say? Ye Ling is dead?!”

“Yes, Young Lady…”
Shen Wende smiled, but before he could laugh, he was interrupted by a cold voice—

“What are you laughing at?!”
Daoist Nun Bingqing said icily.
“Yes, I admit I am shocked by Tan Yun’s strength! But Ye Ling was a genius disciple of our Alchemy Line and became a Saint-level alchemist at a young age!”

“Our Alchemy Line has only 36 Saint-level disciples! Every one of them is the result of the elders’ painstaking efforts and represents the honor of our line! And yet you can still laugh?!”

Shen Wende lowered his head.
“Young Lady, please calm your anger. I failed to consider the bigger picture and spoke inappropriately.”

Daoist Nun Bingqing took a deep breath before speaking coldly,
“Tan Yun had just made contributions 5 days ago, which made me slightly change my view of him. But now he has killed Ye Ling—this is truly detestable!”

“Let him remain in the miscellaneous herb garden. With a worthless soul, how could he possibly refine pills?”

Hearing this, Shen Wende forced a smile and said,
“Young Lady… if Tan Yun does not have a worthless soul, would you allow him to become my disciple?”

“What do you mean?”
Daoist Nun Bingqing frowned slightly.

“Young Lady, Tan Yun is a hidden dragon—he is not a worthless soul at all,”
Shen Wende said firmly.
“I saw it with my own eyes—he set up a sword formation and used the power of the metal element within it!”

“What? Impossible!”
Daoist Nun Bingqing’s beautiful eyes revealed 7 parts shock and 3 parts certainty.
“When selecting disciples in the outer sect, I personally examined his innate soul. Although there was a faint golden glow, there were no spiritual fluctuations—it was clearly a worthless soul. How could he control the power of metal?”

“Wende, he must have purchased a metal-element sword formation. That’s why you were mistaken.”

Shen Wende shook his head, his tone resolute.
“Young Lady, Tan Yun set up that sword formation himself—it was not purchased. I could not have been mistaken!”

“I beg forgiveness for my offense, but I suspect that Tan Yun’s ‘Golden Womb Soul’ may be a special type that is difficult to detect. That is why you and the other 8 chief disciples misjudged him back then.”

“As for Tan Yun himself, he likely did not understand the issue with his soul at the time. He probably only discovered it after arriving at Lingshan Herb Garden.”

After hearing this, Daoist Nun Bingqing fell silent for a long time before speaking,

“Qingfeng, if he is not a worthless soul, why did you not tell me? I cannot understand this.”

Shen Qingfeng bowed respectfully.
“Young Lady, perhaps he never had the chance to tell me. But regardless, Tan Yun is definitely not a worthless person.”

“Young Lady, please consider this—Tan Yun is only at Level 7 of the Nascent Soul Realm, yet he was able to kill Ye Ling. Such ability to fight across realms… in the 50,000-year history of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, there are likely fewer than 3 individuals who could achieve this!”

“Moreover, when you accepted Tan Yun, you were mocked by the other 8 chief disciples and ridiculed throughout the inner sect. If one day Tan Yun rises to the very top of the Hidden Dragon List—”

“That would be a resounding slap to their faces! Letting them know… that the truly blind ones were them all along!”

--Translated by likesnovel--