The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Sect Master Bingqing, someone requests an audience.” At that moment, the voice of a female disciple from Huangfu Shengxing sounded from outside. “Master… why did you come so late… why so late…” “Do you know… your disciple has waited for you for 3 months…” Her crying sounded like that of an abandoned child—heart-wrenching to hear. “If I’m not good to you… who else would I be good to?” “Master, let’s hurry to my Bingqing Palace and start refining the pill!” Shen Suping stuck out her tongue playfu...
A moment later—
Inside the 7th floor of Huangfu Shengxing Pavilion, in VIP Reception Room No. 3—
Shen Suping, dressed in a long golden-patterned gown, sat weakly on a jade chair. Her face was pale, her beautiful eyes reddened, and her body had grown noticeably thinner.
She had always been slender and graceful, but now she looked so frail it pained the heart to see.
Her reddened eyes revealed deep despair.
For the past 3 months, she had been anxiously waiting here.
Now—only 40 days remained before the deadline to submit the “Soul-Restoring Pill.”
Yet… her master had still not appeared.
She could not even imagine what her fate would be in 40 days.
Death—was not frightening.
But she… could not die!
If she died—who would avenge her father?
If she died—how could she fulfill her mother’s final wish?
“This body, this hair—everything was given to me by my parents… Compared to my mother’s last wish and my father’s vengeance… what does my purity amount to…?”
Tears streamed down Shen Suping’s face as she made a painful decision—
To survive… she was willing to sacrifice even her own purity!
Yet—
Her heart was filled with resistance!
Her pure body… was it really to be defiled by Zhou Yun?!
“Sect Master Bingqing, someone requests an audience.”
At that moment, the voice of a female disciple from Huangfu Shengxing sounded from outside.
Shen Suping quickly wiped her tears and said softly:
“Let them in.”
Creak—
The door slowly opened.
Shen Suping turned around immediately, her body trembling slightly—
She saw a figure, cloaked in a cold, translucent veil, exuding a mysterious, immortal-like aura, walking in.
“Master… is that you?”
Shen Suping stood up slowly, her eyes filled with hope.
Through the veil, Tan Yun looked at her frail state and nodded gently.
“My disciple… yes, it is I.”
His voice still carried the same aged tone.
“Waaah—!”
Shen Suping could no longer hold back her emotions. Tears poured out uncontrollably.
She rushed into Tan Yun’s arms, hugging him tightly as she sobbed bitterly.
“Master… why did you come so late… why so late…”
“Do you know… your disciple has waited for you for 3 months…”
Her crying sounded like that of an abandoned child—heart-wrenching to hear.
Tan Yun felt the warmth soaking into his chest—it was Shen Suping’s tears.
He slightly raised his hand, hovering above her soft back.
After a brief pause—
He gently embraced her and patted her back in comfort.
“Good child… don’t cry. Your master had many matters to handle recently. I only just saw the signal flag at Changling Immortal Mountain and came immediately.”
He still had to pretend he knew nothing.
“Is there something you need your master’s help with?”
“Master…”
Shen Suping pulled away from his embrace, biting her lip until it bled, her face covered in tears.
Her voice trembled:
“I beg you… please help me refine one batch of the Soul-Restoring Pill… is that possible?”
“Silly child, there’s no need to beg for something like this.”
Tan Yun gently wiped the tears from her beautiful face.
“Your master will refine it for you… don’t cry.”
“Mmm… I won’t cry anymore…”
Shen Suping nodded lightly, though her eyes were still moist.
“But… there are only 40 days left before submission… will you be able to finish in time?”
“Of course.”
Tan Yun replied with confidence.
“Thank you, Master…”
Shen Suping smiled through her tears, her pale face filled with gratitude.
“Master… you treat me so well… I love you the most…”
“Silly child…”
Tan Yun smiled faintly.
“If I’m not good to you… who else would I be good to?”
“Master, let’s hurry to my Bingqing Palace and start refining the pill!”
Shen Suping stuck out her tongue playfully, then grabbed Tan Yun’s hand and pulled him out of the pavilion.
“Please wait a moment, honored guest.”
As the two had just stepped out of the pavilion, the female disciple guarding the entrance spoke respectfully:
“Elder De asked me to inform you that out of the 11 items you requested, 5 have already been found.”
“Elder De also said that you may rest assured—he will gather all of them and deliver everything within 1 year, as you specified.”
Tan Yun nodded slightly.
“Mm, I understand. Where is Elder De now?”
“Reporting to you, Elder De is not at Shengxing. He has personally gone out to search for the remaining items.”
“Good.”
Tan Yun replied calmly.
“Convey my thanks to Elder De. If I have time in the future, I will visit him personally.”
“Yes, honored guest. Please feel free… Sect Master Bingqing, please feel free…”
…
A moment later—
On the peak of Bingqing Immortal Mountain—
The teleportation array trembled as the figures of Tan Yun and Shen Suping appeared from the void.
“Hehe… Master, hurry up!”
Shen Suping smiled happily, pulling Tan Yun’s hand as she ran toward Bingqing Palace.
Tan Yun’s aged voice sounded from behind the veil covering his face:
“My disciple… do you not know that men and women should not have physical contact? Is it proper for you to hold your master’s hand like this?”
“Master…”
Shen Suping released his hand, then smiled brightly.
“From the very first time we spoke, I already knew you weren’t a rigid and overly strict master.”
“Besides… in my heart, you’re like a grandfather who dotes on me.”
She giggled softly and teased:
“You’re already so old—what’s wrong with your disciple holding your hand for a moment?”
After sharing a light laugh, Shen Suping asked gently:
“Master, where would you like to refine the pills? In the main hall or somewhere else?”
“Let’s go into the main hall. When I refine pills, I don’t want anyone disturbing me—except you, who may observe.”
Tan Yun replied.
“Yes, Master.”
Shen Suping pushed open the palace doors, inviting Tan Yun into Bingqing Palace, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, filled with anticipation.
Tan Yun frowned slightly.
“Why are you just standing there in a daze? Where is the pill furnace?”
“Ah… Master…”
Shen Suping hesitated slightly.
“My pill furnace is only a low-tier Honorable-grade treasure. Are you sure you want to use it?”
“I was also hoping you could help refine a high-tier Honorable-grade Recovery Pill, or at least a high-grade one. Sect Master Tang has shown me great kindness, and she needs this pill to survive…”
Tan Yun raised an eyebrow.
“You mean to say that a low-tier furnace cannot refine high-grade pills?”
Shen Suping froze for a moment before answering instinctively:
“Master… isn’t that the case?”
“Of course not.”
Tan Yun replied flatly.
“Who taught you such a basic misconception?”
“My father…”
At the mention of her father—
The smile on Shen Suping’s face froze. Sadness filled her eyes as tears welled up again.
Seeing this, Tan Yun did not blame her father and continued:
“My disciple, in the art of alchemy—as long as one’s understanding is deep enough, one can break conventional limits.”
“Even with a lower-grade furnace, it is still possible to refine high-grade pills. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Master…”
Shen Suping wiped her tears.
Tan Yun asked:
“What’s wrong? Why do you cry whenever you mention your father?”
Thud!
Suddenly—
Shen Suping dropped to her knees and kowtowed.
“Master… I can tell that you must be a senior figure within the Sacred Sect. Your status must be even higher than the Head of the Alchemy Line…”
“I have something I wish to ask of you—please help me seek justice!”
“Get up first, then speak.”
Tan Yun bent down and helped her up.
With a sorrowful expression, Shen Suping spoke in a trembling voice:
“Master… do you know Shen Tianzhi, the former Head of the Alchemy Line of the Sacred Sect from 80 years ago…?”
--Translated by likesnovel--