The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Your life lamp in the Soul Hall has already gone out!” “How can you still be alive!?” “You’re quite cunning… to even investigate matters inside the Soul Lamp Hall of the herb garden disciples.” Tan Yun smiled slightly, then said coldly: “I suppose… if you hadn’t seen my life lamp extinguish with your own eyes…” “you wouldn’t have believed I was dead… right?” After speaking— he crouched down, grabbed Sun Anbei’s struggling body, and suspended him above the alchemy furnace! He cupped his hands an...
After speaking, he pulled the blanket over his head and went right back to sleep.
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1,000 li away—
On a picturesque immortal mountain peak,
inside a quiet cave,
Sun Anbei—
who had lost both legs—
was carefully controlling his natal flame to refine pills.
After losing his legs,
his only remaining belief
was to break through and become a mid-grade alchemist as soon as possible!
Only then—
would he find a way to restore his legs!
—
“Hmph!”
Suddenly—
a faint spatial fluctuation appeared inside the cave!
Sun Anbei was startled.
“A soundproof barrier!”
“Who’s there—?!”
Before he could finish speaking—
suddenly—
a surge of purple flames burst in from outside the cave!
Engulfing his body instantly!
—
“AHHH!! NO—!!”
Sun Anbei rolled on the ground
within the blazing flames,
screaming in unbearable pain!
“Who is it… please spare me!”
“I’ll give you anything!”
—
While struggling—
a vast amount of spiritual power erupted from his body,
trying to resist the flames!
But—
he couldn’t break free from the purple fire at all!
He knew clearly—
if he stopped resisting even for a moment—
he would be reduced to ashes instantly!
Yet even so—
his spiritual power was being rapidly consumed!
At this rate—
within 5 breaths—
he would completely vanish from this world!
—
“My dear nephew Anbei… we meet again.”
A cold voice sounded.
A figure slowly walked into the cave—
stepping into the sea of purple flames without the slightest hesitation!
—
“Senior! Please spare me!”
“I have no grudge against you!”
“Please don’t kill me!!”
Sun Anbei kowtowed repeatedly,
even while burning in 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 his disguise cloak,
looking at Sun Anbei with mockery.
—
“You… you… weren’t you dead!?”
Sun Anbei screamed in extreme terror!
“Your life lamp in the Soul Hall has already gone out!”
“How can you still be alive!?”
“You’re quite cunning… to even investigate matters inside the Soul Lamp Hall of the herb garden disciples.”
Tan Yun smiled slightly, then said coldly:
“I suppose… if you hadn’t seen my life lamp extinguish with your own eyes…”
“you wouldn’t have believed I was dead… right?”
After speaking—
he crouched down,
grabbed Sun Anbei’s struggling body,
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 miserably.
His spiritual power flickered weakly,
while his hair and skin began to melt under the intense heat!
—
“AHHHHH—!!”
A piercing scream echoed throughout the cave!
—
“Tell me…”
Tan Yun spoke in a low, ruthless tone.
“3 months ago…”
“Was it your master who attacked me?”
—
“I… I don’t know! I really don’t know!!”
Sun Anbei screamed desperately.
—
Tan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking.
“Then I’ll ask something else…”
“Half a month ago—when the bell rang 9 times—”
“That meant the Sect Master 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 will know the truth.”
—
“Tan… 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 branch… to visit his son…”
—
“Lu Wu…”
Tan Yun sneered.
“Then has your master returned?”
—
“He has returned!”
Sun Anbei answered immediately, then cried out:
“Tan Yun! Please let me go!”
“I can’t hold on anymore!!”
—
“One last question…”
Tan Yun said calmly.
“Then I will consider sparing you.”
—
“Ask! Quickly… please!”
Sun Anbei cried in despair.
—
“Half a month ago…”
“Was Lu Wu injured?”
“And after your master returned—was he injured?”
—
“No! Both of them were completely fine!”
—
“And… no one lost an arm or a leg?”
Tan Yun pressed further sharply.
“Or showed any abnormalities…”
“like uneven skin tone… or an unnatural gait?”
—
In Tan Yun’s mind—
the scene from half a month ago became crystal clear!
When he escaped using 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 Death-God Destruction talisman,
and 5 mid-grade treasure attack talismans—
simultaneously—
would have completely destroyed the opponent’s left arm!
—
If that were the case—
if that person was Pang Shiyuan or Lu Wu—
they would definitely 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 with 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!”
—
“Y-yes!”
Sun Anbei, whose body was nearly burned beyond recognition,
hurriedly released his spiritual sense,
condensing the images of the two above his head!
—
Tan Yun observed carefully—
especially their left hands!
But—
he found that
their left and right hands showed no difference,
both full of wrinkles of age!
—
“Could I be wrong…”
“The one who attacked me… wasn’t them?”
Just as Tan Yun was thinking—
suddenly—
his gaze froze!
Something—
caught his attention!
—
A cold glint flashed in his eyes!
“Pang Shiyuan…”
“It really was you!”
“Useless… I’m truly useless!!”
—
Pang Shiyuan wept like a madman
for half a shichen (30 minutes)
before gradually calming down.
—
He simply could not imagine—
that under circumstances where Tan Yun was already “dead”—
there would still be someone bold enough to act against
his “beloved disciple” and “nephew”!
—
“Elder 3… what should we do?”
Liu Dahai asked cautiously.
“Should we report Sun Anbei’s death to the Sect Master immediately?”
—
“Of course we must report it!”
Pang Shiyuan said with a dark expression.
“Anbei was 1 of the 3 geniuses of the Alchemy Line!”
“His death is directly tied to the ‘3 Ancient Sects Alchemy Competition’ in 23 months!”
—
“If we conceal this…”
“once the Sect Master finds out—she will surely be enraged!”
—
“I will use the Sect Master’s authority…”
“to uncover the truth!”
“If I catch the murderer…”
“I will tear them into ten thousand pieces!!”
—
…
Inside Bingqing Hall
—
“What!? Anbei is dead!?”
Shen Subing’s face turned pale,
her body swaying slightly.
—
“Sob… yes, Sect Master…”
Pang Shiyuan wiped his tears,
then knelt down.
“He was my only disciple…”
“I devoted my entire life to him…”
—
“I ask the Sect Master to issue an order…”
“to thoroughly investigate the murderer!”
—
“Stand up first…”
Shen Subing raised her slender hand and pressed her brow,
letting out a long sigh.
—
“What misfortune for our Alchemy Line…”
“This year… calamities keep occurring…”
—
“Tan Yun is dead…”
“and now Sun Anbei is dead as well…”
—
As Pang Shiyuan stood up—
his eyes flickered for a brief moment,
before returning to normal.
He cupped his hands and spoke tearfully:
—
“Sect Master… forgive me for speaking out of turn…”
“This matter… must be the work of another faction!”
—
“They killed Tan Yun first…”
“and then killed my disciple!”
—
“I request the Sect Master’s order!”
“Have Elder 2 closely protect ‘Luo Fan’!”
“And have Elder 6 protect ‘Song Hong’!”
—
“If anything happens to these 2…”
“our Alchemy Line will have no hope in the grand competition!”
—
“And…”
Pang Shiyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice:
—
“I believe…”
“the secret of Tan Yun reaching the 108th floor has already spread!”
—
“The people from the other 8 factions…”
“grew jealous that our Alchemy Line had such a genius!”
—
“So they joined forces to eliminate him!”
—
After hearing this—
Shen Subing fell silent for a long time.
—
Then she spoke slowly:
“What you said… makes sense.”
—
“Pass down my order!”
“Elder 2 and Elder 6…”
“are to remain by Luo Fan and Song Hong’s side for the next 2 years!”
—
“And…”
“have your disciples bring the ‘Soul-Sniffing Beast’ to search…”
“for the one who killed Sun Anbei—immediately!”
—
…
10 days later
—
Pang Shiyuan returned once more to Bingqing Hall
and reported:
—
“The murderer was well-prepared…”
“they left behind no traces at all!”
—
At the same time—
he added:
—
“10 days ago…”
“Pang He and 10 disciples…”
“went to Changling Immortal Mountain to pay respects at Tan Yun’s grave…”
—
“and had a conflict with the herb garden disciples…”
—
Upon hearing this—
Shen Subing immediately frowned.
—
“Elder 3…”
“What are you implying?”
—
“The herb garden disciples…”
“none of them are strong enough to match Pang He’s group of 11!”
—
“Are you saying…”
“they died at the hands of ‘Qingfeng’?”
—
“Sect Master…”
Pang Shiyuan forced a smile.
—
“Other than Steward Shen…”
“I truly can’t think of anyone else capable of doing it…”
—
“I have only 1 nephew…”
“I ask the Sect Master for permission…”
“to investigate Steward Shen!”
—
“I believe…”
“the Sect Master is just and fair…”
“and will not show favoritism—just because he is your man!”
—
Hearing this—
Shen Subing took a deep breath,
her gaze instantly turning icy cold.
—
“Very well…”
“I will personally investigate this matter!”
--Translated by likesnovel--