The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“I will come back in no more than 5 days,” Tan Yun said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and touched the golden dragon-lion hidden beneath his robes.

In an instant, the sacred golden dragon-lion moved out silently, shrinking down to the size of a kitten. Golden wings unfolded before Tan Yun.

Under the cold cloak that concealed all sight, Shen Su Bing could not see its true form at all.

“Mm. Don’t break your promise,” Shen Su Bing said, sticking out a small tongue in a playful, coquettish gesture—something she only ever showed in front of Tan Yun.

“Mm,” Tan Yun nodded.

The moment his figure soared into the air, the golden dragon-lion shot upward after him. It spread its golden wings and carried Tan Yun beneath its feet.

Under his control, it streaked through the snowy sky, disappearing over the peak in an instant.

Shen Su Bing stood watching the fading figure, a faint smile appearing on her lips, though a complex look lingered in her eyes—as if she were deep in thought.

“Miss?” Shen Qingfeng called out.

But she did not respond at all.

“Miss…” Shen Qingfeng walked closer and called again.

Only then did Shen Su Bing come back to her senses. “Ah… did you call me?”

“Yes,” Shen Qingfeng replied with a faint smile. “This old servant has something he is unsure whether he should say…”

“Say it,” Shen Su Bing said softly. “I’m in a good mood today.”

“Miss… this old servant feels that the way you look at your master… seems a little different,” Shen Qingfeng said with a light chuckle. “Could it be… that you’ve fallen for him?”

“W-what… no!” Shen Su Bing’s eyes flickered in panic for a moment before she quickly steadied her expression. “He is my master. How could I possibly like him? I only… admire him.”

“Is that so?” Shen Qingfeng teased gently. “Miss, do you still remember? When you composed the piece ‘The Path of the Wandering Immortal,’ you once said you would only perform this dance for the man you love in the future.”

“I… did I say that before?” Shen Su Bing’s face flushed red as she hurriedly defended herself. “Qingfeng, that’s because my master promised to take me to my family to treat my father’s injuries.”

“And he said… he can definitely help my father regain his cultivation.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingfeng’s eyes widened, his aged body trembling with excitement. “Good… good! If the family head can stand again, our Shen clan will no longer be confined to this small place!”

“Yes,” Shen Su Bing nodded, her eyes filled with hope.

…

The snow grew heavier, and the night deepened.

One hour later, a black silhouette descended from the sky and landed on the peak of the Pang Dao Immortal Cave before walking steadily toward Pang Shiyuan’s cave.

His steps were unhurried, unwavering, as if this place had always belonged to him.

The one who arrived… was none other than Tan Yun.

“Is the Third Elder here?” Tan Yun’s hoarse voice echoed.

But there was no response from inside the cave.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Tan Yun raised his right hand. In front of him, beneath the cold cloaked aura, he flicked his five fingers. Spiritual energy surged out, forming mysterious streaks of light in midair before piercing into the cave entrance.

The space at the entrance trembled, like the surface of water struck by a stone.

Yet Tan Yun passed through the restriction effortlessly, stepping inside without even a trace of snow on his feet.

Inside the cave, it was empty.

Tan Yun simply sat down in a relaxed manner, as if this cave had belonged to him from the very beginning. Not the slightest trace of fear could be seen on him.

…

At the same time, at Wu Dao Immortal Mountain.

“Brother Lu, it’s late. I’ll take my leave first.”

Pang Shiyuan cupped his hands in farewell.

“Mm, I’ll see you off,” Lu Wu said, escorting him all the way to the cave entrance. His eyes carried a cold, vicious gleam. “As for dealing with Shen Su Bing, we still need to continue planning. Brother Pang, don’t act rashly. I will return to the Immortal Sect to ask my father why Shen Su Bing is still alive.”

“Very well, I’ll take my leave.”

With that, Pang Shiyuan stepped onto his flying sword and soared into the snow-filled sky, disappearing in an instant.

He was in an excellent mood. Whether Shen Su Bing lived or died mattered little to him.

What he cared about was that his relationship with Lu Wu was growing closer, and he was steadily climbing toward a powerful backing.

In his eyes, even if Shen Su Bing survived, she would ultimately only become an alchemy elder of the Immortal Sect.

And by then, Lu Wu would surely rise to become the head of the alchemy lineage in the inner sect—and that position would naturally fall into his hands.

Thinking this, Pang Shiyuan hummed lightly as he returned to Pang Dao Immortal Peak.

But when he arrived at the entrance of his cave, he suddenly discovered that the cave’s defensive formation had been deactivated.

“Who dares invade my cave?!”

The smile on Pang Shiyuan’s face vanished instantly. His expression turned extremely vigilant as he stared coldly into the cave entrance.

“Third Elder, no need to be alarmed. I am an old acquaintance visiting. Why so unwelcoming?”

A hoarse, aged voice drifted from inside the cave.

“Old acquaintance?” Pang Shiyuan frowned. “Your voice… I don’t recognize it. Who exactly are you?”

“You lack even the courage to come in and see for yourself. You’ll know once you enter.”

“Hmph.”

Pang Shiyuan sneered inwardly. Although he remained outwardly calm, his vigilance did not lessen as he stepped into the cave one step at a time.

He was not afraid of enemies coming to his door, because in his mind, aside from Tan Yun—whom he believed he had already killed—there were no other enemies.

Inside the cave, he saw a man sitting on a jade chair, wearing a cloak embroidered with turtle patterns that concealed his face.

“Who are you?” Pang Shiyuan frowned.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Tan Yun said coldly. “Sit down. Let’s talk.”

Pang Shiyuan hesitated only briefly before sitting opposite him, his expression stern.

“Now I want to see your true face, fellow Daoist.”

“No need to rush. I have one question. If you answer it, I will reveal everything.”

Tan Yun’s voice was slow… so slow it felt like it was grinding against Pang Shiyuan’s nerves.

Pang Shiyuan’s expression darkened, but he did not act rashly.

“Speak.”

Tan Yun’s hoarse voice echoed throughout the cave.

“One night before midnight, more than a year ago… the one who killed Tan Yun—was it you who acted alone, or was there a co-conspirator?”

Whoosh!

Pang Shiyuan’s expression changed instantly, as if his tail had been stepped on. He shot to his feet and immediately raised a sound-blocking formation with his right hand.

“Who exactly are you?!”

Killing intent surged. He summoned a mid-grade flying sword, pointing it directly at Tan Yun.

“If you don’t speak, you won’t leave here alive today!”

“Heh…”

Tan Yun let out a cold laugh and slowly lifted his cloak.

A twisted face filled with murderous intent was revealed, like a vengeful spirit crawling back from hell.

“You… you…” Pang Shiyuan’s eyes widened. “That brat… you’re still alive?!”

His eyes turned blood-red, his viciousness erupting instantly.

“If it weren’t for my carelessness that day, I wouldn’t have been injured by you!”

“The hatred of losing my arm and fingers—I will make you repay it a thousand times over today!”

“This time, I won’t give you another chance to escape with a talisman!”

Tan Yun remained seated calmly, looking at him as if he were prey.

“Is that so? Then try it. I’ve already killed Pang He and Sun Anbei—do you think I would fear you?”

Those words made Pang Shiyuan tremble violently.

“I will kill you!”

Before the words even faded, he slashed out with his sword. A sharp streak of sword light tore through the air like lightning.

Fast… so fast it was almost impossible to evade.

--Translated by likesnovel--