The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Inside the main hall— Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wendao were discussing something when both suddenly froze, then turned to look at each other. “Perhaps because we were just talking about Tan Yun, we imagined it… Tan Yun has been dead for over 1 year…” Before he could finish— A respectful voice rang out once more from outside the palace: “Disciple Tan Yun requests an audience with Steward Shen and the Grand Elder!” Whoosh! Tan Yun has been dead for over 1 year…” Before he could finish— A respectful v...
Inside the main hall—
Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wendao were discussing something when both suddenly froze, then turned to look at each other.
“Brother Shen… did you hear something?” Shen Qingfeng asked, staring at him in surprise.
“Elder Brother… you heard it too?” Shen Wendao frowned. “Perhaps because we were just talking about Tan Yun, we imagined it… Tan Yun has been dead for over 1 year…”
Before he could finish—
A respectful voice rang out once more from outside the palace:
“Disciple Tan Yun requests an audience with Steward Shen and the Grand Elder!”
Whoosh!
Shen Wendao and Shen Qingfeng shot to their feet instantly, their aged bodies trembling violently—
This time… they heard it clearly!
That was Tan Yun’s voice… there was no mistake!
Whoosh!
The two vanished in an instant, appearing outside the main hall.
When they saw a young man in silver robes standing 3 zhang away, smiling—
The eyes of the two elders widened, tears instantly welling up!
“Th-That… is that Tan Yun?” Shen Qingfeng’s voice trembled as he stepped forward slowly, tears falling with every step.
Shen Wendao remained rooted in place, staring intently at Tan Yun—
As if afraid the figure before him was nothing but mist, ready to vanish at any moment.
Shen Qingfeng didn’t even dare step forward to embrace him—
Because he was afraid…
Afraid that what stood before him was only a dream, an illusion that would fade away!
Even now—
Deep in his heart, he still believed the young man before him was merely a hallucination born from long yearning!
“Child… is it really you…” Shen Qingfeng walked forward slowly, tears streaming endlessly.
When Tan Yun saw this—
The heart-wrenching cries Shen Qingfeng had made over 1 year ago, when Tan Yun had feigned death, echoed in his ears.
The image of Shen Qingfeng kneeling before him that day—
Made his heart tremble.
Tan Yun’s vision blurred with tears.
He knew well—
The Shen brothers, Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingqiu, had treated him sincerely, like their own son…
No different from the grandfather he had back in his hometown!
Thud!
Tan Yun knelt heavily on the ground and spoke in a clear voice:
“This disciple has returned!”
“I caused you great sorrow… I have come to Bingqing Immortal Mountain to ask for your forgiveness!”
“Tan Yun… am I dreaming… you… you’re really not dead… are you…” Shen Qingfeng’s voice trembled.
“This isn’t a dream… more than 1 year ago, I didn’t die. I was only severely injured and unable to speak, and then—”
Before Tan Yun could finish—
Shen Qingfeng collapsed to his knees and threw his arms around him tightly!
Tears streamed down his face—
“Good… good… child, as long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters!”
Inside the main hall—
Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende were in the middle of discussing something when both suddenly froze, then turned to look at each other.
“Brother Shen… did you hear something?” Shen Qingfeng asked, his gaze filled with confusion.
“Elder Brother… you heard it too?” Shen Wende frowned. “It must be because we were just talking about Tan Yun… we’re imagining things. Tan Yun has been dead for over 1 year…”
Before he could finish—
A respectful voice rang out again from outside the hall:
“Disciple Tan Yun requests an audience with Steward Shen and the Grand Elder!”
Whoosh!
Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng shot to their feet instantly, their aged bodies trembling violently—
This time… they heard it clearly!
That was Tan Yun’s voice—without a doubt!
Whoosh!
The two vanished in an instant, reappearing outside the hall.
When they saw the young man in silver standing 3 zhang away, smiling—
Their eyes widened, tears welling up immediately!
“Th-that… is that Tan Yun?” Shen Qingfeng’s voice trembled as he walked toward him step by step, tears falling with every step.
Shen Wende stood frozen in place, staring at Tan Yun—
As if afraid that he might be nothing more than an illusion that could disappear at any moment.
Shen Qingfeng didn’t even dare to step forward and embrace him—
Because he was afraid…
Afraid that everything before him was just a dream, a fleeting illusion!
Even now—
Deep down, he still believed the young man before him was merely a hallucination born from long-held longing.
“Child… is it really you…” Shen Qingfeng walked closer slowly, tears streaming endlessly.
When Tan Yun saw this—
The memory of Shen Qingfeng crying his heart out over 1 year ago, when Tan Yun had faked his death, echoed in his ears.
The image of Shen Qingfeng kneeling before him that day—
Shook his heart.
Tan Yun’s vision blurred with tears.
He knew—
Shen Qingfeng and Shen Qingxiu had treated him with genuine sincerity, like their own son…
No different from his own grandfather back in his homeland!
Thud!
Tan Yun dropped to his knees heavily and spoke in a clear, resonant voice:
“Disciple has returned!”
“I have caused you great sorrow… I came to Bingqing Immortal Mountain to ask for your forgiveness!”
“Tan Yun… am I dreaming…? You really didn’t die… is that true…?” Shen Qingfeng’s voice quivered.
“This is not a dream… over 1 year ago, I did not die. I was only gravely injured, unable to speak, and then…”
Before Tan Yun could finish—
Shen Qingfeng collapsed to his knees and pulled him into a tight embrace!
Tears streamed down his face—
“Good… good… my child… as long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters!”
--Translated by likesnovel--