The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Tan Yun looked down and saw Da Niu waving at him amid the crowd in the martial arena.

“Da Niu, what is her name?” Tan Yun asked excitedly.

“Zhong Wushiyao, hehe…” Da Niu looked up at Tan Yun and laughed admiringly. “Senior Brother Tan, I never thought that Senior Sister Zhong Wushiyao, one of the 13 great beauties of the inner sect, would actually be your friend!”

“Third Elder, I have a friend who has come to see me. If there is nothing else, this disciple will take his leave.” Tan Yun cupped his hands in greeting.

“Go on, go on,” Shen Qingfeng said with a smile and a nod. “Oh right, Tan Yun, you no longer need to stay at Mount Cangling Immortal. The young lady has bestowed upon you ‘Immortal Mountain No. 555’—that is the highest-level immortal mountain of our alchemy lineage!”

“This disciple understands,” Tan Yun replied.

He then leapt down from the thousand-zhang pagoda and stood on his flying sword, hovering in midair. “Da Niu, come up. I’ll take you with me.”

“Alright!” Da Niu jumped up more than 100 zhang into the air and landed steadily behind Tan Yun.

Whoosh!

Tan Yun controlled his sword and shot forward like lightning, disappearing from the martial arena with both figures in an instant.

Not long after, two streaks of sword light descended from the sky and hovered above the Mustard Seed Time Pagoda.

They were Luo Fan, direct disciple of Second Elder Du Chen, and Song Hong, direct disciple of Shen Wende.

“Disciple greets Third Elder and Sixth Elder,” Luo Fan cupped his hands toward Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende.

“Master, has Tan Yun come out of seclusion?” Song Hong asked while bowing deeply.

“He has just gone to Mount Cangling Immortal,” Shen Wende replied with a faint smile. “If you want to find him, go quickly, otherwise that brat will disappear again very soon.”

“Also, Song Hong, you will all meet at Mount Bingqing in 15 days. We will travel to the ‘Eternal Immortal Sect.’”

“This disciple understands,” Song Hong replied.

He then led Luo Fan away on their flying swords toward Mount Cangling Immortal.

…

Half an hour later.

Tan Yun appeared above Mount Cangling Immortal, standing on his flying sword in midair.

He saw Zhong Wushiyao wearing a white dress, attentively listening as hundreds of herb-garden disciples enthusiastically recounted their experiences from the past 2 years since she had entered the medicinal courtyard.

“Gongsun Ruoxi?” Tan Yun glanced at the woman in green standing beside Zhong Wushiyao, and memories immediately surfaced.

This was the first time they had met at the Ling Pavilion of Ten Thousand Treasures over a year ago.

At that time, he had disguised his face with mud. She probably still did not recognize him…

Suddenly, Tan Yun’s gaze turned slightly cold. He noticed a young man in green robes standing behind the herb courtyard disciples, staring at Zhong Wushiyao with undisguised lustful intent.

“Brothers and sisters, Senior Brother Tan has returned!” Da Niu jumped down from the flying sword and shouted loudly.

All the disciples turned around instantly. Upon seeing Tan Yun, they were filled with respect and cupped their hands in unison.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Tan!”

“No need for formalities,” Tan Yun stepped off his sword and landed firmly on the ground.

“Tan Yun…” Zhong Wushiyao turned around immediately. At this moment, there was only his reflection in her eyes.

She walked toward Tan Yun step by step, her gaze filled with deep tenderness.

On the other side,

Cao Bin looked at Tan Yun with an almost imperceptible gaze, but deep within it lay a trace of killing intent.

At the same time, Gongsun Ruoxi trembled slightly. Her eyes were fixed on the flying sword beneath Tan Yun’s feet.

“That sword… is one of the 11 swords bought by that man over a year ago…”

Her heart shook violently.

“Could it be that the man dressed as a servant, with his face covered in mud… was actually Tan Yun?”

Thinking of this, Gongsun Ruoxi quickly sent her divine sense into her Qian Kun Ring. She swept her spiritual awareness toward the portrait she had drawn of the man who had purchased all 11 flying swords, while staring unblinkingly at Tan Yun standing before her…

The final result—

The two figures finally “overlapped perfectly”!

“It really is Tan Yun! How is this possible… His weapon-refining skills are even superior to mine, despite being only a servant disciple of the Spirit Mountain Herb Courtyard…”

Gongsun Ruoxi felt her mind in complete turmoil.

She was certain that the man who had purchased the 11 flying swords from her master was Tan Yun, for 3 reasons.

First—The flying sword Tan Yun had been using previously was a high-grade wind-attributed spirit weapon, which perfectly matched her master’s forging work with absolute precision.

Second—The servant disciple in the portrait, whose face was covered in mud, had a physique extremely similar to Tan Yun’s. Moreover, there was a small black mole on the neck in the painting, and Tan Yun also had one.

Third—When she, her master, and Zhong Wushiyao once discussed a memory projection refined within the Murong Immortal Palace, Zhong Wushiyao had accidentally exclaimed in shock, clearly recognizing Tan Yun—but she immediately changed her words and denied it.

All clues pointed to a single answer…

“Tan Yun!”

What Gongsun Ruoxi could not understand was—why was Tan Yun’s weapon-refining skill superior to hers?

Or could it be that he was truly a hidden genius, as her master once suspected, and that everything was part of a scheme orchestrated by “Shen Subing,” arranging for him to appear at the Wanbao Lingge Hall?

But if that were the case, it made even less sense—Shen Subing was the chief disciple of the alchemy lineage. Why would she go to such lengths?

After only a brief moment of thought, Gongsun Ruoxi still concluded in her heart—Tan Yun was indeed a “concealed talent”!

At that moment, she saw Zhong Wushiyao walking toward Tan Yun. Her beautiful eyes showed a faint trace of confusion as she murmured to herself.

“Back then… when I drove him out of the Wanbao Lingge Hall… it was the first time I ever took the initiative to ask a man to be my friend, yet he rejected me outright…”

“Or could it be… he already had Junior Sister Zhong Wushiyao in his heart?”

Gongsun Ruoxi, who had a straightforward personality, admitted that she “admired Tan Yun” deep down.

But at this moment… she only felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

—

Tan Yun looked at Zhong Wushiyao walking toward him, a faint smile appearing in his eyes as he stepped forward as well.

In an instant, the two stood face to face—like a jade-like man and a heaven-sent beauty.

The wind passed by, and a strand of Zhong Wushiyao’s hair fluttered gently near her ear, but it could not blow away the faint shyness on her face.

“Tan Yun… the letter I asked Ziyan to deliver to you… did you receive it?” she asked softly, almost inaudibly.

Her voice trembled slightly—she had personally written that letter with great courage, and she was extremely worried that after Tan Yun read it… he might reject her.

“I received it,” Tan Yun replied briefly.

“And… what do you think?” Zhong Wushiyao lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

At that moment—

Tan Yun stepped forward, gently cupping her cheeks with both hands, and then leaned down to kiss her fiercely and dominantly!

No words at all.

He used action… to answer all of her feelings.

Zhong Wushiyao’s eyes widened, her face instantly flushing red as her heart pounded wildly. Her mind went completely blank.

After 3 breaths, Tan Yun withdrew his lips. Only then did she regain her senses and gently push him away, whispering shyly:

“There… there are so many people watching…”

“Hahaha! Senior Sister Zhong Wushiyao has become our senior sister-in-law!”

Da Niu laughed loudly, cupping his hands from afar.

“Greetings, Sister-in-law!”

“Greetings, Sister-in-law!!”

Over 300 disciples of the Spirit Mountain Herb Courtyard shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Soon after, hundreds more figures descended on flying swords from the herb courtyard. Upon hearing that one of the 13 great beauties of the inner sect had become Tan Yun’s Dao companion, everyone shouted “Sister-in-law” in unison.

Zhong Wushiyao’s face turned so red it seemed almost ready to bleed—she had never imagined such a scene in her life.

“Wushiyao, I, Tan Yun… will never betray you in this lifetime.”

Tan Yun opened his arms, preparing to embrace her—

But at that very moment, a furious roar shook the entire Mount Cangling Immortal:

“Tan Yun! You worthless scum, take your filthy hands off her immediately!”

“If you dare touch her, I will cut off your hands!!”

--Translated by likesnovel--