Pure Yang!

Chapter 12: Five Thunders Law, Transcendent Immortal

Xia Weisheng is the 73rd generation descendant of Zhenwu Mountain.

She is two years younger than Zhang Fan, but is the closed disciple of the current Zhenwu Sect Master [Chu Chaoran], and is also the youngest [High-level Master] in Zhenwu Mountain.

"Brother, since you knew that today was the day for the Jade Certificate Transmission, why did you let outsiders into Qingwei Palace?!"

Xia Weisheng's beautiful eyes focused slightly, and her gaze like moonlight swept across Zhang Fan's body, and her white and delicate nose moved slightly.

"I don't think he's a good guy."

Zhenwu preached for seventy-three years, because all those who would be affected by the calamity would come to him.

Precisely because of the ancestor's verses, everyone on Zhenwu Mountain was extremely wary of outsiders.

What's more, Xia Weisheng is the successor of this generation of Zhenwu Mountain, and he will be ordained with the Jade Certificate tonight.

"There is a reason for everything... Don't worry, Junior Sister. This... this lay Buddhist has gone through the initial movement and experienced many changes. He is no longer an ordinary person." Pojie saw through Xia Weisheng's thoughts and whispered.

Xia Weisheng's expression eased a little: "Brother, you don't even know his name..."

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet." Pojie turned around awkwardly, looked at Zhang Fan and asked.

"Oh, my name is Zhang Fan."

"Well, his name is Zhang..."

Pojie nodded, but was stunned when he was halfway through his words: "What's your name?"

"Zhang Fan...what's wrong? I can't call you by that name?"

"Zhang Fan...Fan..." Pojie raised his eyebrows, chewing on the name, his expression gradually becoming ugly.

"Yin Fan is the one who will be robbed? So you are the one who will be robbed..."

hum...

Xia Weisheng whispered, and his originally calm eyes became sharp. A strong wind suddenly blew around him, and his Taoist robe rustled. Brilliant arcs of light actually rose in his palms, like surging thunder and lightning, flashing dazzlingly.

“Five Thunders Righteous Law!” Pojie’s face darkened and he cried out, “Junior Sister, you can’t…”

There are nine levels of spiritual manifestation, and [Qigong] is merely about moving spiritual energy and strengthening the physical body.

Next up is the [Disciple], who can comprehend and practice Taoist magic. If they can master the twelve minor arts, they will be granted the title of [Master].

A powerful technique like the [Five Thunders Righteous Method] can only be practiced and mastered by at least a [Spiritual Master].

The small one is called technique, and the big one is called method.

Among Taoist magic, thunder magic is the most difficult to practice, not to mention the most authentic [Five Thunder Magic]. Only a [high-level master] like Xia Weisheng can do it with ease.

You know, even if they are both high-level practitioners and have broken the precepts, they have only mastered the [Three Thunders Control Method].

Rumble…

Arcs of light flashed, and thunder energy surged between Xia Weisheng's five fingers.

The terrifying aura spread along the ground beneath his feet, creating cracks on the ground, and the surging wind swept through like a raging wave...

"Can humans really cultivate to this level?"

Zhang Fan raised his hand to block the howling wind, and the figure of Jiang Lai appeared in his mind.

She, like Xia Weisheng in front of her, possesses powers that ordinary humans should not possess.

"Junior sister, you can't..."

He took a step forward and blocked Zhang Fan's way.

"Brother, I don't want to hurt you..."

The indifferent words fell gently, and arcs of light swept across the ground. Wherever they passed, gravel flew and cracks were created...

"Three Thunders Sentence!"

Broken Precepts stretched out his right hand, curled up his middle finger and ring finger, and clenched them, with three fingers standing upright. It was the [Three Pure Ones Finger Seal] among the Taoist finger seals...

It should be noted that many of the Taoist spells require the coordination of hand seals, steps, directions, secret spells, etc.

The Three Pure Fingers is one of the most commonly used hand seals.

hum...

Three fingers produced thunder, blue as the sky, but the arc of light was not as bright as Xia Weisheng's [Five Thunders]. In an instant, the two lightning bolts collided with each other, the stones on the ground exploded, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the terrifying aftermath swept across...

The next moment, a dishevelled figure flew out from the smoke and dust, spinning in the air like a gyroscope, and staggered to the ground. It was actually the one who broke the precepts...

His Taoist robe was torn into pieces, and raging arcs of light were wrapped around it.

"East is three, south is two, north is one, west is four. This is the origin of great numbers, and the center is five, so it is called the Five Thunders Method..."

The frivolous words echoed in the moonlight. The smoke and dust dissipated, and Xia Weisheng walked slowly over, as if strolling in a garden. Brilliant arcs of light surged and overflowed between his five fingertips, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

"Brother, I am invincible standing in the center, with a great momentum, and five thunders sweeping across... Don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Xia Weisheng spoke in a gentle voice, but he was full of confidence, as if he was taller than a mountain.

"Junior sister, you are so brave to say that..." Pojie frowned, and a drop of cold sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead.

"Senior Brother, it is no coincidence that this person appears here tonight..." Xia Weisheng's eyes moved slightly and fell on Zhang Fan.

"Because he is the one who will be afflicted... the lineage of the ancestor cannot be cut off in the hands of my generation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Weisheng took a step forward, and the arcs of light between his five fingers suddenly jumped, and they swam like snakes. In an instant, they wrapped around his body, and an even more terrifying aura surged like a wave...

"If you don't let me go... then we can't talk about friendship among fellow disciples..."

Xia Weisheng had no taboos, and a sharp look suddenly appeared in his beautiful eyes.

"Blessings and blessings..."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly rang out in the dim moonlight...

In an instant, the floating light sank into the wall, and the dust settled... Even the arc of lightning in Xia Weisheng's palm seemed to return to its original state and slowly dissipated.

"Master!"

"master!"

Xia Weisheng and Taoist Priest Pojie looked in the direction of the voice and bowed their heads in greeting.

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked up and saw an old Taoist priest walking in the moonlight from the darkness. Although he had white hair and a youthful face, he did not look like an immortal. Instead, he looked like an old farmer commonly seen in the fields. At first glance, he seemed somewhat familiar...

"Zhenwu Mountain Meditation Class, the bargain price is only 5880..."

Seeing the person coming, a familiar voice echoed in Zhang Fan's mind.

"Fuck, you're not selling..."

"You need to be accurate in your steps and steady in your conduct. Young man, be steady..."

Before Zhang Fan could finish speaking, the old Taoist priest appeared in front of him, grabbed Zhang Fan's hand, and reminded him in a kindly manner.

"Don't be rude...this person is my master..." Pojie glared at him and reminded him in a low voice.

The head of Zhenwu Mountain, Chu Chaoran, is a living fossil of Taoism today. He is also recognized by the outside world as a "Zhenren". His cultivation has reached the realm of Pure Yang Wuji, just like Zhenren Sanfeng in the past.

"Master Chu!?" Zhang Fan stared at the old man who was selling lessons in front of him with suspicion.

"Master, he..." Xia Weisheng stepped forward and stared at Zhang Fan warily.

"I see."

Master Chu raised his hand, and his deep gaze fell on Zhang Fan. He pondered for a while before speaking softly.

"Time is also fate."

“Xiao Weisheng, come with me to Zhenwu Palace… The auspicious day for the transmission of the Jade Certificate is approaching.” Master Chu said calmly.

"Then he..." Xia Weisheng pointed at Zhang Fan and asked.

"Breaking the precept..."

“Master…” Taoist Priest Pojie hurried forward.

"Take him away first and take good care of him." Master Chu raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Master, where should we place him?"

Master Chu turned around, his Taoist robe fluttering, and a faint voice came from the night.

"Chunyang Palace."

(End of this chapter)