Pure Yang!

Chapter 156 Zhang Fan, you little bastard! Long time no see, Taoist Sanshi
Fifteen years ago.

Yujing City, Zhang family’s old house.

The early morning sun shines through the towering trees and falls into the quiet courtyard. A few sparrows land on the ground and pick up small insects that have crawled into the cracks in the ground.

"Zhang Fan, you little bastard!"

At this moment, a sharp cry broke the tranquility of the early morning, startling the sparrows that were still preying on the ground, and they flapped their wings and left this place of trouble.

Then, a series of clanging sounds came from the dilapidated house, as if people and horses were thrown to the ground, as if the family was being ransacked and the whole clan was being exterminated...

Finally, Li Linglong pulled the young Zhang Fan out of the closet in the corner. At this time, she was holding a box in her hand, the size of a palm, a bit like the box that Tongrentang used to store Angong Niuhuang Pills. The seal on it had been opened, and the inside was empty.

"Mom, don't call me a little bastard. Dad will be unhappy." Young Zhang Fan shrank in the closet and refused to come out.

"Where's the stuff? Where's the stuff inside?"

Li Linglong shook the box in her hand. She no longer had her usual friendliness, and there was a hint of coldness in her beautiful eyes.

"I...I didn't eat..."

Young Zhang Fan wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and couldn't help burping.

"You...you ate it!?"

Li Linglong's beautiful eyes widened and were actually filled with bloodshot, and her hands holding the box began to tremble uncontrollably. She stared at the young Zhang Fan, as if expecting a negative answer.

"I don't taste it."

Young Zhang Fan had never seen his mother's expression like this before. It was a little scary. He didn't dare to lie and could only recall the taste of that thing.

boom……

Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of explosions in the yard, and the smoke and dust spread out of the house.

Young Zhang Fan hid in the cupboard, trembling with fear. He looked at the diffuse smoke and dust. At this moment, his mother looked at him with an emotion that he did not recognize.

"Do you know what you ate?"

"That is……"

"Three Corpse Yuandan!"

The cold words echoed in Zhang Fan's mind through the dust of the years. With the sound of the heavy iron chains colliding, he finally recalled the most important memory of his childhood.

clang... clang... clang...

The collision of the heavy chains became more and more intense, and the strange gray airflow suddenly ran wildly in the harsh sound, like a river flowing upstream, forming a whirlpool, and actually surging towards Zhang Fan's soul.

"What's going on? Why can't the Three Corpse Yuandan... be controlled by me? "

At this moment, Meng Qingtong's voice suddenly rang out, revealing deep disbelief and unsuppressible fear.

The Three Corpses Pill is his greatest reliance and the key to changing his fate and achieving immortality.

It was precisely because of this that he was fearless and did not take young men like Zhang Fan seriously.

As long as his Three Corpses Yuandan continues to feed his soul, and even devours other scattered Three Corpses Yuandan, it will continue to awaken and grow, and eventually transform into a new soul.

However, at this moment, the power he was most proud of was out of his control and surged towards Zhang Fan's soul.

"no, do not want……"

Suddenly, Meng Qingtong's voice sounded again, filled with deep fear. The waves of gray air dragged his soul and rushed towards the deepest part of Zhang Fan's inner world.

There, he heard the sound of heavy chains colliding, and bursts of strange and harsh chewing sounds...

There seemed to be some unknown and terrifying existence hiding there, actually digesting the power of the Three Corpses Yuandan, and was about to enjoy his Yuanshen dessert...

"I understand... This is impossible... How is this possible..."

“You also have…”

"Zhang Fan... who are you?"

Meng Qingtong's voice was almost distorted to the point of being unrecognizable. His soul seemed to be completely dominated by fear. Mixed with the gray air currents, it was swept into the deepest part of Zhang Fan's soul and was swallowed and chewed by the source of the heavy chains.

He never dreamed that he would obtain the [Three Corpses Pill], awaken Taoist magical powers, and regain youth. It was the time for him to show his talents, but he happened to meet a freak like Zhang Fan.

If I could do it again...

"Zhang Fan..."

"Crack...knock..."

Along with the strange chewing sounds, Meng Qingtong's soul became like a candle in the wind and eventually dissipated and went out.

boom……

In the empty hall, everything returned to calm. Meng Qingtong's ferocious face weakened rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin became wrinkled and dull, his hair became dry and yellow and fell off, and even his body curled up. In his cracked chest, the heart that was once full of vitality finally stopped beating...

Even the strange tile fell off and landed on the blood-stained ground, revealing cracks and completely losing its luster.

"died!?"

The hall was like a stagnant pool of water, with only the sound of people breathing.

Zhang Fan looked at Meng Qingtong lying in a pool of blood. He no longer looked like the handsome young man just now. Rejuvenation was a divine power. His soul was extinguished and his magical powers were gone. His body curled up like a giant duck, emitting bursts of pungent stench.

Just like the yellow fallen leaves in autumn, buried in the soil, they are the freshest fertilizer.

"Finally dead."

Zhang Fan let out a long breath, staggered a little, and collapsed to the ground.

This battle was too exhausting for him. Not only did he use the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] twice, he also used the power of the [Mighty Spirit Demon Suppression Gold Seal]...

Casting magic in this way was still a bit difficult for Zhang Fan, who had not yet reached the [High Power] level.

"Brother, he..."

Liu Xingyu's face trembled. He stared at Zhang Fan intently and leaned close to Liu Xingchu's ear.

"do not speak."

Liu Xingchui looked solemn and shouted sternly: "If it weren't for him today, I'm afraid we would all die here."

As he spoke, Liu Xingchui's gaze fell on Meng Qingtong, who had turned into a puddle.

Meng Qingtong, who had awakened the magical powers of Taoism, was almost immortal. With just the few of them, if Zhang Fan had not acted in time, there would be no one left alive here in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

"Fortunately, you didn't confront him head-on that day." Liu Xingchui recalled it and felt a little scared. What good would happen if he confronted such a person head-on?

Fortunately, Liu Xingyu had seen the world. When he saw Zhang Fan show off his skills that day, he realized that there are always people better than you. He did not continue to put on airs, otherwise he would have been defeated by others.

"Zhang Fan... No wonder Ma Buting couldn't last two moves in his hands."

At this time, He Ningyan, who was seriously injured in the distance, raised her eyelids with difficulty and glanced at Zhang Fan.

With such strength, even Ma Buting who has been promoted to the [High Skill] level is probably still no match for Zhang Fan. It's ridiculous that after the breakthrough, he actually wants to get back at Zhang Fan and fight him again.

"Ma Buting... Junior Brother... Junior Brother..."

Suddenly, He Ningyan seemed to remember something and turned around to look for him, only to see Ma Buting lying in a pool of blood, dying, with a hole in his chest.

"Help, help quickly..."

At this time, Sui Chunsheng had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Then he walked forward and helped Zhang Fan up.

"You are really good... You can handle this kind of situation." Sui Chunsheng couldn't help but sigh. Today's incident was unexpected. Originally, they just went to visit. Who knew that Meng Qingtong would rejuvenate and suddenly attack them, catching them off guard.

If Zhang Fan hadn't been here, I'm afraid all the people from the Taoist Alliance would have been wiped out tonight. With such a big accident, Lou Hechuan would definitely have to take the blame.

Thinking about this series of reactions, Sui Chunsheng felt a chill on his back.

"Go back and talk to your President Lou. I can't work for your Taoist Alliance for nothing." Zhang Fan said indifferently.

"Don't worry, I will definitely recommend you for a reward when I get back. Just wait to receive the award."

A moment later, people from the Jiangnan Province Taoist Alliance finally arrived and quickly cordoned off the scene. There were even staff members wearing Taoist standard protective clothing, carrying various instruments and boxes, and began to collect evidence.

The broken tile containing the [Three Corpses Yuandan] was placed in a crystal container and sealed with mercury.

For the Jiangnan Provincial Dao League, this is the most important thing.

Meng Qingtong's body was put into a metal coffin and sealed with nine talismans.

Sui Chunsheng said that the corpses of anyone who has awakened the Taoist magical powers are different from those of ordinary people and Taoists, and have great research value.

After saying this, Zhang Fan's expression became extremely strange, and he looked at himself subconsciously.

"Don't worry. We in the Taoist Alliance will only perform autopsies on people who have awakened Taoist magical powers. As for ordinary Taoists, we still respect the corpses." Sui Chunsheng patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and comforted him.

"You are really human." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Please come with us."

At this moment, two staff members from the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance came forward and took Zhang Fan away without any explanation.

"No... I am a decent person..."

Zhang Fan looked back at Sui Chunsheng, waving his hands and shouting.

"It's just a routine matter. Just record a statement."

Sui Chunsheng felt a little embarrassed, but he still followed closely.

……

Tonight, I am destined to have no sleep.

The lights in the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance were on all night long. It was past two in the morning when Zhang Fan was released after giving his statement.

"President, I have checked it and found that the [Three Corpses Yuandan] has been destroyed."

Inside the small building, Lou Hechuan stood in front of the window, watching Zhang Fan leave. Next to him, a middle-aged Taoist priest reported respectfully.

"The Three Corpses Yuandan is originally a backup of the Three Corpses Taoist's primordial spirit. It has only been initially awakened. It itself does not have any power..." Lou Hechuan whispered in a low voice.

"Meng Qingtong's soul is destroyed, so naturally I can't keep that thing... It's fine if I can't keep it."

"There is another possibility." The middle-aged Taoist raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Fan's receding back.

"Changed the host!?" Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

"This young man is very suspicious. Meng Qingtong died in his hands. According to the rules, we should check his soul before releasing him."

"Check his soul!?"

Lou Hechuan smiled when he heard this, but his old face twitched slightly: "Do you know who he is!?"

"If you dare to check his soul, someone from Zhenwu Mountain will come tomorrow."

"I know this kid is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, but..." the middle-aged Taoist said in a deep voice.

"He is not just a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain."

Lou Hechuan shook his head. Not many people knew that he was Chu Chaoran's last disciple. Even Zhenwu Mountain had never really expressed its stance on this.

But Lou Hechuan knew that this young man was of extraordinary importance to Zhenwu Mountain.

"President, if we don't check, what if..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest hesitated to speak. There was still a possibility that the Three Corpses Pill could be transferred. If it entered the body of this young man, it would be a disaster.

"There won't be such a possibility..." Lou Hechuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said firmly.

"No!?" The middle-aged Taoist was stunned for a moment, then looked puzzled.

Lou Hechuan looked leisurely and didn't say much. Just now, he received a call from Zhenwu Mountain.

The person who called him was Liu Nanxu, one of the three great heavenly masters of Zhenwu Mountain. He only told him one piece of news, a piece of news that even Lou Hechuan was shocked.

Zhang Fan is not only a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, but also has mastered the Zhenwu Jade Certificate.

With the Zhenwu Jade Certificate protecting him, the Three Corpses Yuandan could not reside in his body, so naturally there would be no such possibility.

If this kind of thing happened before the fusion of the Zhenwu Jade Certificate, there is a real possibility that the [Three Corpses Yuandan] is possessed, and even Lou Hechuan would have to check it out.

But now, he doesn't have such worries.

"Zhang Fan, who exactly is this little brat?"

Lou Hechuan's face was solemn, but his heart was filled with waves.

……

The bright moon sets in the west and the night wind howls.

There was already a hint of chill in Yujing City as autumn began. When Zhang Fan returned to Hongfu Garden, it was already past three in the morning, but he was not sleepy.

The old neighborhood was dark, with only a few night cats rummaging through trash cans, making some noise.

In the distance, downstairs of Building 73, several bloody ghosts were wandering around, looking up at the rooftop, as if looking for their next target to die with.

People who often see ghosts know this and it is understandable.

After returning home, Zhang Fan closed the door, sat cross-legged and entered into meditation, activating his soul.

Rumble…

The inner scene of the soul is still in chaos. The night is eternal, with only a little light, as if this world will never see daylight again.

At this time, Zhang Fan had not yet truly escaped from the dark night.

To his soul, all this was already commonplace, but to others, it was an incredible fear and disaster.

hum...

Zhang Fan’s soul continued to go deeper and deeper into the inner scene, and finally reached the deepest place.

clang... clang... clang...

In the darkness, the sound of heavy chains colliding could be heard faintly. Before my eyes, there seemed to be a mysterious and unknown behemoth lurking in the darkness.

"After ten years, you finally come back here."

At this moment, a mysterious sound was heard, accompanied by the sound of chewing, as if his meal was not yet finished.

A huge wave followed, like a raging storm, sweeping across every corner of this dark world, while also impacting Zhang Fan's soul.

"Long time no see, Taoist Sanshi!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul seemed to be meeting an old friend again, and he spoke in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)