The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Shen Suping spoke up,
“Master, after Elder De learned that I had returned from the Eternal Immortal Sect, he sent me a batch of flame seeds. I’ll give them to you now.”

“Excellent!” Tan Yun was instantly overjoyed.

A flash of light came from Shen Suping’s storage ring, and 3 clusters of black flames appeared, floating quietly within a thin barrier of energy. The flames burned silently, yet they emitted a chilling, icy aura.

“These are indeed top-grade treasure-level ice-attributed flame seeds—Dark Ice Metal Flames!” Tan Yun burst into laughter. With a wave of his hand, he stored all 3 flames into his own storage ring.

“Master, Elder De also said that within 1 month, he will send you 1 low-grade quasi-emperor ice-attributed flame seed and 2 fire-attributed flame seeds.”

“He also asked me to tell you that he has now been reassigned by the Sect Master to the Huangfu branch of the Immortal Sect. If you need anything in the future, you can go find him there.”

“I’ll remember that,” Tan Yun said softly, his star-like eyes filled with anticipation.
“Once the Primordial Ice Flame devours these Dark Ice Metal Flames, it will definitely evolve to the next level. At that point… it will become my new trump card for killing enemies!”

With that thought, Tan Yun stood up and looked at Shen Suping.
“Let’s go. Take me to your hometown—I’ll examine your father’s condition.”

“Master, we really think alike,” Shen Suping smiled faintly, then linked arms with him as they walked out together.

When they reached the mountaintop, she said with a gentle smile,
“Master, I’ve always wanted to experience flying through the sky. Would you take me with you?”

She extended her slender hand, clearly hoping Tan Yun would hold it and carry her through the air.

Of course—Tan Yun couldn’t agree. If a sudden gust of wind disrupted his concealment technique, she might discover that he was riding a golden dragon-lion beast!

He gave an awkward smile.
“Don’t you have a spirit vessel? I prefer riding one—it’s more comfortable.”

“Oh… alright then,” Shen Suping withdrew her hand, slightly disappointed. She summoned a top-grade quasi-emperor spirit vessel and took Tan Yun out of the Alchemy Line’s domain, heading toward the exit of the Huangfu Secret Realm in the outer disciple area…

2 hours later, the spirit vessel flew out of the Huangfu Secret Realm, heading south toward the Heavenly Punishment Mountains…

“Suping, where exactly is your hometown?” Tan Yun asked.

A trace of gloom appeared on Shen Suping’s face.
“In the past, Gongsun Yangchun falsely accused my father, which led the Sect Master to personally cripple his cultivation… After that, my parents fled and hid in the southern mountain range of the sect, about 3,000,000 li away, living under assumed identities.”

“Don’t be sad. One day, you’ll have your revenge,” Tan Yun comforted her.

“Yes… I believe that,” Shen Suping clenched her fists, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

“Oh, right,” Tan Yun continued, “what is your real name?”

“Master, ‘Suping’ is my real name,” she replied.
“Within the Huangfu Sect, only Qingfeng, Qingqiu, Wende, and you know my identity. No one else does, so I can safely use my real name.”

“I see…”

Tan Yun nodded.

A distance of 3,000,000 li only took 1.5 days for a top-grade quasi-emperor spirit vessel to cover.

The vessel gradually descended from the sky, stopping midway above an unremarkable mountain.

Shen Suping released her spiritual sense, scanning the surroundings. After confirming no one was nearby, she flicked her finger, sending a strand of spiritual energy into a massive boulder.

Instantly, ripples spread across the surface of the rock like water, revealing a faint, shimmering barrier.

Tan Yun immediately understood—Shen Suping’s home was hidden within a small secret realm, and this massive boulder was its entrance.

“Master, let’s go,” Shen Suping smiled, taking his hand as they stepped forward.

In the next instant—
both of their figures vanished.

Though time had weathered everything else, the massive boulder still stood firmly on the mountainside, unchanged.

When Tan Yun appeared inside the secret realm, a gentle, fragrant scent filled the air.

Before his eyes—
stretched an endless peach blossom garden, covering an area of about 10 li, like a paradise on earth…

Deep within the peach blossom grove, shrouded in a light mist and a rich spiritual aura, more than **100** ancient pavilions were scattered across the landscape.

Around them stretched small bridges over gentle streams, crystal-clear water flowing quietly, willow branches swaying in the breeze, and birds singing across the sky—everything blending into a scene as beautiful as a heavenly paradise.

“Cut off from the outside world… this truly is a wonderful place,” Tan Yun said sincerely.

If not for the deep-rooted hatred etched into his bloodline, living peacefully in a place like this—free from worry—would have been a kind of happiness.

“Master… that is my home.” Shen Subing pointed toward a pavilion deep within the peach grove. Her voice turned soft and sorrowful, as if recalling painful memories.

“My mother loved peach blossoms. After she passed away, my father forced himself to plant this entire grove with his own hands.”

“After that, his health worsened day by day… and **20 years ago**, he became bedridden.”

As she spoke, tears blurred Shen Subing’s vision.

She hated Gongsun Yangchun to the bone. If not for him, her family would have still been whole. Her parents could have lived out their later years in peace… but all of that had turned into a dream that would never return.

Tan Yun gently placed a hand on her shoulder and comforted her.

“The best way to console your mother’s spirit… is to heal your father.”

“Mhm…” Shen Subing nodded, wiping away her tears.

Just as the two were about to cross the peach grove, a maid washing clothes by the clear stream looked up. She froze for a moment upon seeing Shen Subing, then burst into tears and ran toward her.

“Miss… *sob*… you’ve finally come back… please, hurry and see the Master!”

Shen Subing’s body trembled. A sense of dread surged through her as she urgently asked,

“Xiao Yu, what happened to my father?!”

“Miss… *sob*… the Master… he’s about to pass away!” Xiao Yu cried out between sobs.

Those words struck Shen Subing like a bolt of lightning.

She dashed forward like someone who had lost her mind, rushing toward a pavilion across the small bridge!

Tan Yun frowned and quickly followed behind, entering the pavilion right after her.

At the same time, Xiao Yu shouted, “The Miss has returned!”

Before long, people from more than **100** pavilions began to appear.

Shen Subing’s father—Shen Tianchi—was once the head of the Shen Clan. After being removed from his position more than **30 years ago**, he feared that Gongsun Yangchun would wipe out the entire clan. Thus, he led several hundred clan members into this hidden realm, where they lived in seclusion.

When the clan members heard that the Miss had returned, they all rushed toward Shen Tianchi’s pavilion.

In the end, more than **100** people gathered outside, standing in silence as faint sobs filled the air. Everyone knew… the clan leader had reached his final moments.

Inside the room on the **2nd floor** of the pavilion—

Shen Tianchi, who was once dignified as the Grand Elder of the Alchemy Line of the Huangfu Sect, now looked frail and aged beyond measure.

More than **30 years ago**, his lifespan had already exceeded **1,000 years**. After his spiritual pool was destroyed, he had relied on life-extending pills for the past **30 years**.

Otherwise… he would have passed away long ago.

Now, Shen Tianchi lay motionless on the bed, his breathing faint—on the verge of stopping at any moment.

“Father… wake up… I’m back… I’m back… *sob*…” Shen Subing collapsed beside the bed, crying in anguish.

But Shen Tianchi gave no response.

“Subing, let me examine him first,” Tan Yun said gently as he stepped forward.

“Yes…” Shen Subing looked up at him, her eyes filled with both hope and despair.

“Master… please save my father!”