The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Tan Yun was well aware that Zhong Wuxi Yao possessed a “Spatial Origin Spirit” and a “Profound Yin Sacred Physique.” Moreover, she cultivated the sword technique “Nine Reversal Sacred Sword Art” that he had personally given her. With such foundations, her potential was more than enough to fight across realms!

—

After the flying ship had soared far away from the entrance of the Pill Artifact Sect, traveling tens of thousands of li, Zhong Wuxi Yao slightly raised her brows and turned to look at Gong Sun Ruoxi.

“Senior Sister Gong Sun… is something the matter? You seem distracted.”

“Nothing much, just recalling some old matters,” Gong Sun Ruoxi replied with a faint smile. However, in her mind, she was contemplating whether she should tell “Murong Daozhe” about the fact that Tan Yun had once purchased 11 top-tier flying swords.

“My master once misunderstood Tan Yun as a useless nobody during the outer sect selection. If I tell her he might actually be a grandmaster-level artifact refiner… she will definitely be furious.”

With that thought, Gong Sun Ruoxi decided not to mention it for now.

Then she asked with interest:

“Junior Sister Zhong Wuxi… what kind of person is Tan Yun? What method did he use to win the heart of a beauty like you?”

“Tell me—how did you meet him, get to know him, and eventually become Dao companions?”

Zhong Wuxi Yao paused slightly, then replied with a faint smile.

Her answer left Gong Sun Ruoxi stunned for a moment.

“Senior Sister Gong Sun, to be honest… I was the one who confessed to Tan Yun three times before he finally accepted me today.”

“But the process doesn’t matter at all. As long as he has me in his heart, that is enough.”

Gong Sun Ruoxi’s gaze trembled slightly.

“So… he isn’t a flirtatious man?”

Zhong Wuxi Yao shook her head with a firm expression.

“Senior Sister, rest assured. Tan Yun is definitely not someone like that.”

—

Along the journey toward the Seven Major Sect Gates, Gong Sun Ruoxi found herself becoming like a curious child, continuously asking about Tan Yun—his personality, abilities, and past.

One hour later.

Tan Yun, dressed in a concealed aura cloak resembling a “turtle shell,” descended outside the “Pure Ice Immortal Hall.”

In an instant, the Golden Dragon Lion beneath his feet shrank to the size of a sparrow and slipped into his chest.

Before Tan Yun could even step inside—

“Master-disciple!”

Se Shen Su Ping hurried out with an excited expression and threw herself into his arms.

“Master, you are truly amazing!”

Tan Yun asked calmly:

“Why do you say that?”

Se Shen Su Ping released him and smiled brightly.

“Three months ago, Master predicted that I would encounter great fortune.”

“Just one day after you left, Tan Yun truly came back to life. Moreover, Elder Qing Feng was promoted to Third Elder because he obtained such a genius disciple.”

“Master, I truly admire you!”

Tan Yun chuckled lightly.

“Hmph, you exaggerate too much.”

Then he asked calmly:

“By the way, in the past three months, has Elder Te sent any ‘flame’ or anything similar?”

“None,” Se Shen Su Ping replied as she led him inside.

—

Inside the hall:

“Greetings, Elder!”

Se Qing Feng and Se Wen Dao both stood up immediately.

“No need for formalities,” Tan Yun waved his hand lightly.

Se Shen Su Ping turned to them.

“You two may leave.”

Then she added:

“Qing Feng, for the alchemy competition among the three ancient sects, disciples like Luo Fan and Song Hong will need people to prepare medicinal herbs.”

“In 15 days, select disciples from the Herb Pavilion to assist.”

“As for Tan Yun… he does not need to go. Let him focus on cultivation and prepare for the ‘Great Battle of the Nine Sect Lineages.’”

Se Qing Feng cupped his hands.

“That matches my thoughts exactly. I will handle it immediately.”

After the two left, Tan Yun stood in thought, considering that he would need to speak with Se Qing Feng again.

At that moment—

“Elder!”

A soft voice echoed from below.

Tang Xinying walked down and immediately knelt before Tan Yun.

“Elder, I have nothing to repay for saving my life. Please accept this bow from me!”

She lowered her head deeply in full respect.

“Get up,” Tan Yun said with a faint smile.

“Thank you, Elder,” Tang Xinying replied as she stood up respectfully.

Tan Yun glanced at her briefly before speaking softly:

“From your condition, your damaged soul… should have fully recovered by now.”

“Yes, Elder,” Tang Xinying replied with a polite smile.

“Master, please don’t stand. Please take a seat first.”

After inviting Tang Xinying to sit, Shen Su Ping pressed Tan Yun down onto a jade chair. Then she walked behind him, gently massaging his shoulders with slender fingers while smiling playfully.

“Master, how is it? Comfortable?”

Tan Yun smiled sincerely.

“Very comfortable. It would be even better if you massaged me like this every day.”

Shen Su Ping immediately smiled sweetly.

“Of course. After I return from the Immortal Nirvana Sect, I’ll massage you every day.”

Then her tone softened slightly.

“Master, I will be going to the Immortal Nirvana Sect in 15 days, and I’ll probably stay there for about 7 months. You must miss me.”

Tan Yun chuckled softly.

“Heh… good, good.”

He stood up and continued:

“I have some important matters to handle recently and will be away for a while. Go to Huangfu Shengxing and tell Elder Te that whatever you found—keep it for now. I will come retrieve it after I finish my business.”

“Yes, Master,” Shen Su Ping nodded. Her eyes were filled with reluctance. “Master… are you leaving now?”

“Yes. I have important matters to attend to.”

With that, Tan Yun brought Tang Xinying out of the hall, soared into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

—

“Su Ping, I have been in the sect for a long time. I will return first.”

Tang Xinying said softly.

“In 15 days, I will go with the Sect Master to Mount Panlong Peak, together with elite disciples from the artifact, array, and talisman branches.”

“At that time, you should bring the alchemy disciples and wait there.”

—

Time passed.

After leaving Mount Pingqing Immortal Peak for over ten thousand li, Tan Yun descended into a valley, removed his concealment cloak, and rode a flying sword back toward Mount Changling Immortal Peak.

There, Luo Fan and Song Hong were already waiting.

Tan Yun spoke with them for about 30 minutes.

Soon after, Elder Shen Qingfeng arrived at the Herb Pavilion and announced important matters.

Luo Fan and Song Hong then took their leave.

Although Shen Qingfeng had been promoted to “Third Elder,” he still managed the Herb Pavilion as before.

He selected 50 disciples, including Da Niao, and announced that everyone must gather at Mount Pingqing Immortal Peak at Chen hour (07:00–09:00) in 15 days.

Of course, they were also informed about the journey to the Immortal Nirvana Sect.

Before leaving, Tan Yun said he wanted to go out and broaden his experience, requesting to join them.

Shen Qingfeng initially refused, but after Tan Yun promised that he would not disappoint during the Nine Sect Competition in 8 months, he finally agreed.

—

10 days later, at the Spirit Vein Branch on Mount Murong Immortal Peak.

Inside the Murong Immortal Hall, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating.

An elderly man with white hair but a youthful face knelt before Murong Daozu, his expression filled with rage and sorrow as he spoke tremblingly:

“Sect Master, please seek justice for my disciple!”

“Our Artifact Branch only has 4 low-tier artifact refinement grandmasters—and one of them is my own son!”

“Now my disciple has been crippled by Tan Yun and will need at least 6 months to recover!”

“At this rate, he will never be able to participate in the Three Ancient Sect Artifact Competition!”

The old man was none other than—

Wang Zhi, Elder 5 of the Artifact Branch of the inner sect, and the master of Cao Bin.

--Translated by likesnovel--