The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
She turned slightly to look at Tan Yun and said softly, “Master… after what happened before, this disciple has only now realized that death is so close—within arm’s reach.” She paused briefly, then asked hesitantly, “Master once said… you are not from this world. “This disciple greets Master-Grandfather!” — Tan Yun fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, “I have nothing particularly valuable left to give you.” “But I remember you once said your father was crippled in cultivation and reduced...
At the same time, on the silent peak of the Ice Purity Immortal Mountain.
Silver moonlight poured gently over Shen Subing’s body. She turned slightly to look at Tan Yun and said softly,
“Master… after what happened before, this disciple has only now realized that death is so close—within arm’s reach.”
She paused briefly, then asked hesitantly,
“Master once said… you are not from this world. Then where exactly do you come from?”
Tan Yun raised his head to gaze at the star-filled sky and slowly replied,
“There are some things… I will tell you in the future. It is not the time yet.”
“You only need to remember this for now.”
“Yes, disciple will remember it,” Shen Subing said softly. Then she knelt in front of him. “Master, after my recovery, I have not formally thanked you.”
“This disciple thanks Master for saving my life!”
—
Tan Yun smiled faintly.
“Rise. Today, I have something for you.”
“Really?” Shen Subing’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
Tan Yun turned his palm, and a spatial ring appeared before he handed it to her.
She took it and immediately sent her spiritual sense inside to inspect it.
After only a brief moment, she froze.
“100,000 high-grade spirit stones!?”
100,000 high-grade spirit stones were equivalent to 100,000,000,000 low-grade spirit stones.
—
“Thank you, Master!” Shen Subing jumped up in excitement, her beautiful eyes sparkling. “Master understands this disciple the best—you know I am poor…”
She laughed brightly, like an innocent young girl.
“Master is truly the best to me.”
Tan Yun shook his head with a faint smile.
“You silly girl. You are my only disciple. How could I not treat you well?”
His expression then gradually turned serious.
“Are you willing to become my direct disciple?”
Shen Subing’s body trembled slightly before she immediately knelt again.
“I am willing! More than willing!”
Her emotions surged uncontrollably. She had never imagined that after more than one year, she would rise from an ordinary disciple… to a direct disciple of her master.
She bowed three times sincerely.
“This disciple greets Master-Grandfather!”
—
Tan Yun fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly,
“I have nothing particularly valuable left to give you.”
“But I remember you once said your father was crippled in cultivation and reduced to a powerless state—so weak he couldn’t even kill a chicken.”
He paused slightly, then continued,
“After Shen Xingying recovers and leaves here, have him take me to your family.”
“I will examine your father.”
“If nothing unexpected happens, I can help restore his ability to cultivate.”
—
Upon hearing this, Shen Subing’s body trembled violently. She raised her head abruptly, tears welling up uncontrollably.
“Master… what you said… is it true?”
“Of course,” Tan Yun replied calmly but firmly. “No matter how severe your father’s injuries are, I have a way to help him return to cultivation.”
“Good… that’s wonderful!” Shen Subing bowed repeatedly. “Disciple thanks Master!”
At that moment, she could only say those two words—“thank you.”
—
“You have just recovered. Do not kneel for too long. It is cold.”
Tan Yun said as he raised his hand.
At that moment, snow began to fall from the sky.
Snowflakes drifted down gently, covering the moonlight and swallowing the stars until they faded away.
—
“Master… it is beautiful.”
Shen Subing stood up and extended her pale hand to catch a snowflake. She turned to look at Tan Yun, her eyes filled with deep gratitude.
“This disciple has nothing to repay your kindness… please allow me to dance for you.”
“Mm.” Tan Yun smiled faintly.
Shen Subing smiled so beautifully it could captivate the heart. Then she suddenly turned around. A fleeting hint of shyness appeared on her fair face. She looked toward the Ice Purity Palace and called softly,
“Qingfeng.”
“I am here, Madam.” Not long after, Shen Qingfeng quickly stepped out from the palace doors, bowed respectfully, and said, “Does Young Lady have any instructions?”
“Do you still remember the role I had you perform when I was sixteen?” Shen Subing asked, her tone carrying a hidden meaning.
“Oh… I remember, I remember,” Shen Qingfeng replied quickly. “That was the piece ‘The Dao of Immortal Wanderers, Drifting Without Form.’ Young Lady personally composed it.”
As he spoke, a flash of light came from his spatial ring. A jade flute appeared in his hand.
“Young Lady, shall we begin?”
“Mm.”
Shen Subing nodded lightly.
—
At that moment, a clear and melodious flute sound drifted gently through the air.
Amid the falling snow, Shen Subing’s graceful figure—like an immortal orchid blooming in a deep valley—slowly appeared before Tan Yun’s eyes.
Her dance flowed like water, reflecting the swirling snowlight. A single glance, a slight parting of her lips, and it felt as if a heavenly song echoed across the entire mountain peak.
“The immortal path is long, impossible to fathom.”
“The setting sun sinks, staining the sky crimson.”
“Seeking immortals in a drifting, formless realm.”
“The cycle of karma leaves only loneliness behind.”
“A small boat drifts with the wind, vanishing into the far heavens.”
“Reaching the mountain peak, surpassing the self.”
“The mysteries of transformation.”
“Looking down upon the mortal world, the heart remains unattached.”
“The path is difficult… difficult… more difficult than ascending to the heavens…”
—
The singing voice blended with the flute and her dance, creating a scene so cold and beautiful it was almost suffocating.
Tan Yun stood silently watching. His deep, sharp eyes gradually blurred with faint tears.
Because in an ancient past—when he was still a primordial god—the only person who had ever stood beside him had once danced like this amid falling snow.
So similar…
Too similar…
“This dance… is too similar… so similar it’s almost identical…”
Tan Yun clenched his fists tightly. A deep pain, as if carved by a blade, surged within his heart, along with an uncontrollable wave of jealousy and suppressed emotion.
If he did not look at her face, he would almost think—
that she was his only wife from that distant past, returned once again.
But she was not.
She was no longer that person.
The one he loved most… had been gone for far too long.
—
When the flute sound stopped and the dance ended, the young woman slowly walked toward him, a gentle smile on her face.
“Master-disciple Senior, what do you think? Mm… of course, even if it was bad, you are not allowed to say it directly. This is the first time I’ve ever danced for a man.”
Under the snow and the cold, beautiful atmosphere, Tan Yun’s eyes were slightly misty.
He smiled faintly and said softly,
“Beautiful… truly beautiful.”
“Hehe, thank you, Master,” Shen Subing said happily.
“Subing, I have something I want to ask you. Do not hide anything from me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Tan Yun took a deep breath and slowly said,
“This dance… both the lyrics and the movements… did you create them yourself?”
“Yes, Master. I composed it suddenly when I was sixteen,” Shen Subing nodded, tilting her head slightly. “Is something wrong, Master?”
“…No. Nothing. It is very good. Very beautiful.”
Tan Yun praised sincerely, then continued in a calm but firm tone,
“Subing, I need to leave for a few days to handle some matters. I will return after I finish.”
Shen Subing quickly said with reluctance,
“Master… you must keep your promise. Do not disappear for another one or two years… I couldn’t find you at all…”
--Translated by likesnovel--