The Supreme Being Against Heaven

At the same time—

Lu Wu personally went to inform Qiu Yongming, the Enforcement Elder, of Tan Yun’s death.

Originally—

the 2 had agreed that if Lu Wu successfully killed Tan Yun,

Qiu Yongming would reward him with a “low-grade thunder-attributed flying sword.”

But—

after seeing Shen Subing’s determination to hunt down the murderer,

Lu Wu hurriedly claimed that

Tan Yun’s death “had nothing to do with him,”

and refused to accept the flying sword!

—

Over the past half month,

the elite disciples among the inner sect had all learned the news—

both of Tan Yun’s death,

and of how he had climbed to the “108th floor” of the Supreme Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda more than 3 months ago!

The “8 core disciples” were all stunned—

they realized that they had “misjudged him”!

Tan Yun was not worthless trash—

he was a “heaven-born genius”!

After that—

all 8 of them actually felt “delighted”!

In the future—

every time they saw Shen Subing,

they would have something to “mock her” about!

A disciple this powerful—

had actually died inside the “space-time pagoda”

that the Alchemy Line proudly claimed was “the safest place”!

—

Among the 8 core disciples—

the one who was “happiest” after hearing of Tan Yun’s death

was—

the “Holy Soul Daoist Master,” Linghu Changkong’s great-grandfather!

Even though he had not personally killed Tan Yun to avenge his grandson—

in the end—

Tan Yun was still dead!

—

Next in line—

were the “Five Souls Daoist Master,” the “Beast Soul Daoist Master,” and “Murong Daoist Master.”

The Five Souls Daoist Master—

had long seen through his beloved disciple, Xue Ziyan, who was still in seclusion.

Although she often called Tan Yun “brother-in-law”—

in truth—

she had feelings for him!

Now that Tan Yun was dead—

he planned to “keep that fortune within the family”

by betrothing Xue Ziyan to his own grandson!

—

As for the Beast Soul Daoist Master—

he had only 1 disciple:

Mu Mengji.

After she entered the Beast Soul Line—

he immediately ordered her into seclusion,

and cherished her more with each passing day.

His beloved son—

was the No. 1 genius of the Beast Soul Line among the inner disciples.

Originally—

he had long wanted Mu Mengji to marry his son.

But because he knew she was Tan Yun’s fiancée—

he had not been able to force the matter.

But now—

Tan Yun was dead!

So once she emerged from seclusion,

he could “properly arrange the marriage.”

—

Murong Immortal Mountain

Murong Immortal Hall

Daoist Master Murong let out a cold snort.

“It’s good that Tan Yun died.”

“At least he won’t keep trying to steal my disciple—Siyao!”

“Siyao is a daughter of heaven…”

“In the future, she must become the pillar of my Qi Meridian Line!”

“If Tan Yun had lured her into the Alchemy Line…”

“that would have been the real disaster!”

—

While each faction’s leaders were making their own calculations—

Murong Hong, Elder 2 of the Beast Soul Line—

grew furious every time he thought of

Murong Kun,

his only grandson who had been killed by Tan Yun!

After hearing the news of Tan Yun’s death—

he drank himself into madness!

Like a deranged man—

he stood atop his mountain shouting his grandson’s name!

—

The night was hazy.

The stars glittered.

The moonlight was dim.

Fireflies filled the sky with flickering lights.

—

Changling Immortal Mountain

“You are not welcome here! Get lost!”

“Get out! We don’t want you mourning Senior Brother Tan!”

“That’s right! Leave!”

—

At the mountain summit—

beside Tan Yun’s grave,

Da Niu and more than 10 herb garden disciples

were glaring at a white-robed young man slowly approaching.

Their eyes were filled with hatred!

The white-robed youth—

held a folding fan in his hand,

waving it lazily,

his chin raised high in arrogance—

so disgusting that others wanted to vomit.

He was—

Pang He,

the man whose limbs Tan Yun had crippled twice before!

Behind him—

were the same 10 lackeys as before,

the kind who always bullied others by relying on someone else’s power!

—

“Heh, heh, heh… you little trash servants, itching for another beating?”

Pang He sneered,

then shouted,

“I came to ‘burn incense’ for Tan Yun!”

“You dare block me? Get out of my way!”

—

“What exactly are you trying to do?!”

Da Niu gritted his teeth and stepped forward bravely.

“When Senior Brother Tan was alive, you didn’t dare show your face!”

“Now that he’s dead, you come here—what does that mean?!”

“And besides!”

“The chief said no one is allowed to harm the herb garden disciples!”

“You dare make a move?!”

—

Hearing that—

Pang He’s expression changed slightly.

But he still grinned viciously.

“I’m just going to burn incense for him and leave.”

“But if you still dare stop me…”

“don’t blame me for not showing mercy!”

—

“Move aside!” all 10 lackeys shouted at once.

Da Niu and the others—

had no choice but to step back unwillingly.

—

Pang He walked straight to Tan Yun’s grave,

then crouched down

and said mockingly,

“Oh, Tan Yun… Tan Yun…”

“Weren’t you amazing before?”

“Weren’t you so arrogant that you crippled me 2 times?”

“Ptui!”

He spat onto the ground.

“If you were really that capable… then why did you die?”

“If you can, crawl out and hit me again! Hahaha!”

—

“You piece of trash!”

“You dared lay hands on me!”

“I’m telling you—if you weren’t dead already…”

“I would cripple you 2 more times with my own hands!”

—

“You really deserved to die!”

“Ptui!”

Pang He spat on the grave 3 more times before standing up.

He looked at Da Niu and the others with contempt and sneered,

“Tan Yun is the perfect example!”

“The more arrogant you are—the faster you die!”

“Let’s go!”

—

At the same time—

at Bingqing Immortal Mountain, inside Bingqing Hall—

“My lady… you haven’t rested at all these past 15 days…”

Shen Qingfeng said worriedly as he looked at Shen Subing’s bloodshot eyes.

“We absolutely must investigate Tan Yun’s death… but you must take care of yourself too!”

“That’s right, my lady,” Shen Wendao added.

—

Shen Subing gently shook her head.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep guilt.

“If I cannot find the murderer…”

“I will never know peace.”

She fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

“To be honest…”

“In the 30 years since I became the chief disciple of the Alchemy Line…”

“I have never felt guilt or unfairness toward anyone.”

“There is only… Tan Yun.”

—

Her graceful figure looked lonely

as she stepped out of Bingqing Hall

and looked up at the star-filled night sky.

Her lips parted slightly.

Her voice carried sorrow.

“Once…”

“an unmatched genius climbed to the 108th floor of the Supreme Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda before my very eyes.”

“But I failed to see his worth…”

“If heaven gave me another chance…”

“I would accept him as my final disciple…”

“Protect him… and help him grow to his full potential…”

—

She stopped speaking.

Her eyes trembled faintly.

“But it is too late…”

“This is the greatest mistake of my life—Shen Subing’s greatest mistake!”

“If I cannot find the murderer…”

“I will never be at peace…”

—

4 hours later—

the Yin hour had just begun—

the moment when night and dawn began to change places.

Tan Yun flew through the sky for 50,000 li

before diving out of the sea of clouds—

and landing on a mountain peak.

As he passed a cave—

—

“Who are—”

An 8th-level Firstborn Soul Realm disciple lying on a bed had just opened his mouth—

when suddenly—

a pair of “terrifying crimson eyes” appeared in his vision!

In an instant—

his mind went blank!

—

“Tell me…”

“Where is Sun Anbei’s immortal mountain?”

Tan Yun asked calmly.

—

“To the east… 1,000 li…”

As soon as the disciple finished speaking—

his awareness returned.

He shook his head in confusion.

“Was that… a ghost just now?”

“I swear I saw a shadow…”

He rubbed his eyes,

but saw nothing at all.

“Damn it… I’m already a cultivator and I’m still seeing things.”

“I must be too tired…”

“I should go back to sleep…”

After saying that—

he pulled the blanket over his head

and immediately went back to sleep…

—

1,000 li away—

on an immortal mountain as beautiful as a painting,

inside a quiet cave—

Sun Anbei—

who had lost both of his legs—

was intently controlling his “natal flame” to refine pills!

After losing his legs—

his only remaining belief

was to become a “mid-grade alchemist” as quickly as possible!

Then—

he would find a way to restore his legs!

—

“Hm!”

Suddenly—

a faint spatial fluctuation appeared inside the cave!

Sun Anbei was startled.

“A soundproof barrier!”

“Who—?!”

Before he could finish—

suddenly—

a surge of purple flames burst in from outside the cave!

Engulfing him instantly!

—

“AHHH!! NO—!!”

Sun Anbei rolled on the ground

amidst the flames,

letting out heart-wrenching screams!

“Who is it… please spare me!”

“I’ll give you anything!”

—

While struggling—

a massive surge of spiritual power erupted from his body,

trying to resist the flames!

But—

he could not break free from the “purple fire” at all!

He knew clearly—

if he stopped resisting even for a moment—

he would be burned to ashes in an instant!

Yet even so—

his spiritual power was being consumed rapidly!

If this continued—

in no more than 5 breaths…

he would “disappear from this world”!

—

“Dear nephew Anbei… we meet again.”

A chilling voice rang out.

A figure slowly stepped into the cave—

walking calmly through the sea of purple flames without the slightest fear!

—

“Senior! Please spare me!”

“I have no grudge against you!”

“Please don’t kill me!!”

Sun Anbei slammed his head against the ground repeatedly,

amidst the flames,

while unleashing all his spiritual power!

—

“Oh?”

“Take a good look… do we really have no grudge?”

Tan Yun smiled faintly,

then slowly removed the “breath-concealing cloak,”

his gaze filled with mockery as he looked at Sun Anbei.

—

“Y-you… weren’t you dead already!?”

Sun Anbei screamed in extreme terror!

“Your life lamp in the Soul Hall was extinguished!”

“How could you still be alive!?”

“You’re quite cunning… to have even investigated the life-lamp hall of the herb garden disciples.”

Tan Yun smiled faintly, then continued coldly:

“I suppose… unless you saw my ‘life lamp’ go out with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed I was dead… right?”

After saying that—

he crouched down,

grabbed Sun Anbei—

and suspended him above the alchemy furnace!

—

“No… Tan Yun! I was blind!”

“I shouldn’t have tried to kill you!”

“But you’ve already crippled my legs—please… don’t kill me!”

Sun Anbei cried desperately.

His spiritual power flickered erratically,

and his hair and skin began to “melt” under the heat!

—

“AHHHHH—!!”

A piercing scream echoed through the cave!

—

“Tell me…”

Tan Yun said in a low, ruthless tone,

“3 months ago… was it your master who attacked me?”

—

“I… don’t know! I really don’t know!!”

Sun Anbei screamed.

—

Tan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, then spoke thoughtfully:

“Then I’ll ask something else…”

“Half a month ago, when the 9 bell chimes rang…”

“That meant the chief summoned all disciples, stewards, and elders to the arena.”

“At that time… was there any elder or steward who ‘did not go’?”

Then—

he added coldly:

“Don’t lie.”

“I can ask anyone… and I’ll find out the truth.”

—

“T-Tan Yun…”

“Other than my master… all elders and stewards ‘went’…”

Sun Anbei answered in fear.

—

“Oh?”

“Then why didn’t your master go?”

—

“Elder 12 said…”

“my master went to the Immortal Sect’s Alchemy Line… to visit his son…”

—

“Lu Wu…”

Tan Yun sneered.

“Then has your master returned?”

—

“He has!”

Sun Anbei answered immediately, then cried out:

“Tan Yun! Please let me go!”

“I can’t take it anymore!!”

—

“Answer one last question…”

Tan Yun said calmly,

“and I will ‘consider’ letting you live.”

—

“A-ask! Quickly… please!”

Sun Anbei begged desperately.

—

“Half a month ago…”

“Was Lu Wu injured?”

“And after your master returned—was he injured?”

—

“No! Both of them were ‘completely fine’!”

—

“And… neither of them lost an arm or a leg?”

Tan Yun pressed sharply.

“Or showed anything unusual…”

“such as mismatched skin tone on their hands… or an abnormal gait?”

—

In Tan Yun’s mind—

the scene from half a month ago became crystal clear!

When he fled on the spirit boat—

he saw a “masked old man” at the 6th level of the Soul Refinement Realm

whose “left arm was missing”!

At that time—

he was absolutely certain!

That using—

3 Sky-Piercing Storm talismans,
1 Spatial Prison talisman,
1 God of Death Destruction talisman,
and 5 mid-grade offensive talismans—

simultaneously—

would definitely obliterate the opponent’s left arm completely!

—

If that was the case—

if that person was “Pang Shiyuan” or “Lu Wu”—

they would certainly fear Shen Subing’s investigation!

And there was a high chance—

they would “attach someone else’s arm to themselves”!

That was why—

Tan Yun asked this question!

—

“Tan Yun… my master and Elder 12… are both completely normal…”

Sun Anbei replied in a trembling voice.

—

To be certain—

Tan Yun immediately withdrew the “Primordial Flame,”

threw Sun Anbei to the ground,

and said decisively:

“Project the memory images of ‘Lu Wu’ and ‘Pang Shiyuan’ for me!”

—

“O-okay!”

Sun Anbei, whose body was nearly burned beyond recognition,

quickly released his spiritual sense

and condensed images of the two above his head!

—

Tan Yun examined them carefully—

especially their “left hands”!

But—

he found that

both left and right hands showed “no difference”—

both were wrinkled with age!

—

“Could I be wrong…”

“The one who attacked me… wasn’t either of them?”

Just as Tan Yun was deep in thought—

suddenly—

his gaze “froze”!

Something—

caught his attention!

—

A cold glint flashed in his eyes instantly!

“Pang Shiyuan…”

“So it really was you!”

--Translated by likesnovel--