The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Shen Subing looked down at the disciples, her beautiful eyes shining with undisguised joy as she declared in a clear voice:

“Heaven has blessed our Alchemy Line! Tan Yun—he is not dead!”

“The one who created a legend for our Alchemy Line… has now returned!”

The moment her words fell—

all the disciples raised their heads toward Tan Yun and shouted in unison:

“Greetings, Senior Brother Tan!”

Tan Yun cupped his fists in salute from afar and said calmly:

“Junior brothers and sisters, no need for such formalities.”

At that moment—

Tang Xinying slightly raised her jade-like hand.

The entire training ground fell into complete silence—

so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard!

She spoke in a solemn tone:

“Tan Yun—are you willing to become my disciple?”

Those words—

left all the disciples utterly stunned, unable to believe their ears!

Senior Brother Tan… had gained the favor of the Alchemy Master of the Immortal Sect!

His future would surely soar like a shooting star!

—

Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng both had smiles on their faces—

but their hearts were tense.

If Tan Yun had refused their young lady earlier—

only to accept Tang Xinying’s offer now…

then they would have truly misjudged him!

As for Shen Subing—

she stood behind them with a faint forced smile.

Her expression was hard to read—

but it was clearly related to Tan Yun having rejected her before.

—

Tan Yun knelt down from afar and spoke respectfully:

“Thank you, Sect Master, for your kindness. However, I already had a master before joining the Huangfu Sect, so…”

Before he could finish—

Tang Xinying smiled faintly.

“It’s fine. I won’t take offense.”

Tan Yun shook his head slightly, his expression serious.

“My master once instructed me before accepting me that I must not have a second master. Therefore… I cannot accept.”

Hearing this—

a bright light flashed in Shen Subing’s eyes.

It was clear she admired Tan Yun’s integrity.

Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende felt the same.

—

“In that case, I have been presumptuous,” Tang Xinying said with a faint smile.

Though she appeared calm—

a trace of bitterness and displeasure flickered deep within her eyes.

“Rise.”

“Thank you, Sect Master.” Tan Yun stood up.

Tang Xinying continued:

“Tell me—what reward do you want? As long as I have it, I will grant it.”

Tan Yun answered without hesitation:

“I request a ‘Flame Seed.’”

Tang Xinying paused slightly, her expression turning awkward.

“I do not have a Flame Seed at the moment… choose something else.”

Because that flame—

had already been refined into her personal flame.

—

Tan Yun thought for a moment.

He knew that—

in the future, Shen Subing would definitely recommend Shen Qingfeng for promotion to Elder.

So—

to ensure things went smoothly—

Tan Yun said:

“Sect Master, I am a disciple from the Lingshan Herb Garden. If not for Steward Shen’s guidance, I would not be where I am today.”

“I ask that this reward be given to Steward Shen instead.”

“You brat, I never taught you anything—don’t speak nonsense!” Shen Qingfeng quickly denied.

But Tan Yun ignored him and looked directly at Tang Xinying.

“I ask Sect Master to grant this.”

—

“Very well, I approve,” Tang Xinying nodded.

In her heart, her admiration for Tan Yun deepened—

someone so selfless was truly rare!

—

“If there is nothing else, I will take my leave,” Tan Yun said.

He was eager to enter the 108th floor to forge his sword.

“Mm,” Tang Xinying responded.

Tan Yun stepped into the pagoda—

and the doors slowly closed behind him.

—

Tang Xinying turned to Shen Qingfeng and smiled faintly.

“Qingfeng, tell me—what reward do you want?”

Before Shen Qingfeng could speak—

Shen Subing spoke first:

“Sect Master, the one who attempted to assassinate Tan Yun over 1 year ago was the 3rd Elder, Pang Shiyuan.”

“Now that Pang Shiyuan is dead, his disciples are left without a leader.”

“Qingfeng has contributed greatly in nurturing Tan Yun, and he is also a mid-level Grand Alchemist.”

“I ask Sect Master to appoint Qingfeng as the acting 3rd Elder.”

—

Tang Xinying fell into thought—

making Shen Subing feel slightly anxious.

But then—

Tang Xinying’s voice rang out:

“A genius like Tan Yun came from the Lingshan Herb Garden. Steward Shen has indeed made contributions.”

“I hereby announce—starting from today, Shen Qingfeng shall serve as the acting 3rd Elder of the Inner Alchemy Line!”

“Many thanks to you, Sect Master!”

Shen Qingfeng immediately dropped to his knees—

his voice trembling with overwhelming emotion!

“Mm.” Tang Xinying nodded slightly, then declared firmly:

“Just now, Tan Yun said the reward should be given to you. In that case—as Sect Master, I hereby announce that from this moment on, Shen Qingfeng shall be promoted from acting elder to the official 3rd Elder!”

“Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Sect Master!”

Shen Qingfeng was so excited he could barely control himself, repeatedly kneeling and bowing.

—

1 hour later

Inside Bingqing Hall, 2nd floor

Tang Xinying returned to her room and soaked in a medicinal bath.

She looked at Shen Subing beside the bath and smiled faintly.

“Subing, this time you have rendered great merit—you managed to attract such a genius to our Alchemy Line.”

“My previous words still stand—as long as you lead the disciples of the Alchemy Line to victory in the alchemy competition at the Eternal Immortal Sect—”

“In the future, you will surely become a meritorious elder of the Alchemy Line of the Immortal Sect…”

—

At sunset—

The news of Tan Yun’s “resurrection,”
the promotion of Shen Qingfeng,
and the truth that Pang Shiyuan had attempted to assassinate Tan Yun over 1 year ago—

all spread throughout the entire Alchemy Line!

—

Time passed quickly—

Inside the pagoda, 9 months had already gone by.

Tan Yun sat cross-legged—

in front of him, the Primordial Flame had completely devoured the “Dark Violet Mystic Flame,” a sub–quasi-divine flame!

Suddenly—

it expanded from 5 zhang to 9 zhang!

It released an aura of terrifying “Level 2” power!

That meant—

the Primordial Flame could now incinerate even “high-grade spirit treasures” into ashes in an instant!

It had become one of Tan Yun’s most powerful trump cards!

—

Tan Yun smiled faintly.

Then he took out a piece of “Extraterrestrial Violet Meteorite Iron” the size of a human head from his storage ring—

and began forging a “sword embryo”!

“Go!”

With his command—

the meteorite iron floated into the air, rising to a height of 10 zhang above the ground.

In an instant—

the Primordial Flame surged upward and enveloped it!

To prevent the pagoda from melting due to the heat—

Tan Yun carefully controlled the flame, keeping the heat contained!

However—

he knew clearly that with the current temperature of the flame,

it would still take at least 3 years to fully melt the meteorite iron into liquid!

—

3 years inside the pagoda—

passed in the blink of an eye.

In the outside world—

only 2.5 months had gone by.

—

At noon—

Mount Ludaoxian, inside a cave dwelling

Lu Wu had just returned—

he summoned Feng Shi.

“Steward Feng, during the 2 months I was away, how have the disciples been?”

“Everything has been in order, sir,” Feng Shi replied respectfully.

“Mm.” Lu Wu smiled in satisfaction. “Have there been any important events recently?”

“Yes, sir.” Feng Shi bowed. “There are 3 major matters.”

“Oh?” Lu Wu took a sip of spirit wine, his expression relaxed. “Speak.”

Feng Shi took a deep breath, his face tense with unease.

“The first matter… the 3rd Elder, Pang Shiyuan, has died… and Liu Dahai, his subordinate, also perished…”

“What?! Pang Shiyuan is dead?!”

Lu Wu shot to his feet, the wine cup in his hand trembling.

“Explain! What exactly happened?!”

“Reporting to you, sir, the killer is still unknown… but what is even more shocking is that over 1 year ago, the one who attempted to assassinate Tan Yun in Pagoda No. 678… was Pang Shiyuan himself…”

Feng Shi said, his expression filled with shock.

“Hm?!”

Lu Wu’s body trembled as he shouted urgently:

“How do you know this?!”

He remembered clearly—

only he and Pang Shiyuan had known about this matter!

—

Feng Shi swallowed hard, his voice shaking.

“Sir… this is the 2nd matter I was going to report…”

“The one who killed your 3 direct disciples… has resurrected over 2 months ago…”

“And it was he who revealed this…”

—

“What did you just say!!!”

Lu Wu roared—

veins bulging, his face twisted with fury!

“Say that again!”

“Sir, please calm your anger… Tan Yun’s resurrection is not my fault—”

Before he could finish—

“Bang!”

Lu Wu hurled the wine cup straight at Feng Shi’s face!

“Get out!! Get out of my sight right now!!!”

--Translated by likesnovel--