Pure Yang!

Chapter 214: Helping the evildoer! Zhang Fan’s brother
The crows are filled with sorrow at dusk. When will the evil spirits in the mountains stop?

The smoke is thick, the rain is light, and tigers are roaring and crying as the ashes are piled up.

Under the dim light, Hong San, or rather Hong Shanjun's shadow was stretched out very long, as if a shadow was pressing down on him, and the big gold chain on his neck looked particularly dazzling.

At this moment, the temperament he exuded was incompatible with his previous image of a shrewd and sophisticated businessman.

"Yinhu... Hongshan Jun!"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle looked at the man in front of them with gloomy eyes, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Xiao Gu... no, you should be called Fang Changle, a disciple of Maoshan. I have really wronged you by letting you serve under me for so long." Hong Shanjun looked at Fang Changle, as if he was meeting an old friend, and chuckled.

Gu Yidao is the alias that Fang Changle used to infiltrate Wuwei Sect. Logically speaking, his identity should be impeccable.

"So you already knew my identity." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

After three years in the kiln, he had figured out long ago that the other party should have seen through his identity and used the same trick on him, revealing his flaws and pretending to show up to lure in the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance masters, luring them into a trap and killing them in one fell swoop. He then killed Fang Changle's superiors and framed him.

"I have been dealing with the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance for so many years, so I still have some connections..." Hong Shanjun chuckled.

He was originally from the Jiangnan Provincial Dao League, and later went into business. His network of contacts is unimaginable.

not to mention……

"You also have my minions in Maoshan. You are the eldest disciple of Maoshan. How could you hide your entry into Wuwei Sect from me?" Hong Shanjun chuckled.

"Who came up with such a stupid idea to let you sneak into Wuwei Sect? Is there really no one left in Dao Sect, or are you just a victim of internal strife?"

Every word that Hong Shanjun said was heart-wrenching.

"Yinhu, I have practiced Taoism for twenty years. If I am disturbed by a few words from you, I would rather kill myself." Fang Changle sneered, his eyes were cold but he remained unmoved.

Hong Shanjun saw this, but instead of being angry, he showed an expression of admiration.

"As expected of a descendant of Mount Mao, his spirit and energy have penetrated deeply into his bones, which is different from ordinary Taoist disciples..."

"Okay, very good. It's worth it that I spent so much time and effort on you."

"You just want me to have no place to stand and betray the Taoist sect." Fang Changle said coldly.

The fact that he was still alive even though his identity was discovered by the other party was certainly not without reason.

Yin Hu was impressed by his strength and even more by his identity. If he could force the Maoshan heir to betray Taoism, that would be much more valuable than killing him.

"The Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance has allowed you to live until now. Do you think they believe in your innocence? They are just afraid that it will be difficult to explain to Maoshan." Hong Shanjun's smile was full of sarcasm.

"Fang Changle, you still have the opportunity to choose."

"I choose your mother!" Fang Changle couldn't control his temper.

"I'm going to give you a choice today: be beaten to death by me or be beaten to death by him."

Fang Changle glanced at Zhang Fan. If he was the only one facing Yin Hu today, he would not dare to be arrogant. However, he had a preliminary understanding of Zhang Fan's strength...

There are two great masters, and they are not ordinary masters. One is the descendant of Maoshan, carrying the mountain’s most precious treasure [Red Dragon Fire Talisman], and the other is a disciple of Zhenwu, who has refined the Fire Dragon Pill Sword.

If the two of them join forces, they still have some chance of winning against Yin Hu.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Hong Shanjun raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Fan next to him, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"We meet again. It has been ten years since we last met in this capacity and in this manner..."

Hong Shanjun sighed quietly, it didn't seem like there was a powerful enemy in front of him, it seemed like he was meeting an old friend again.

"Ten years ago..." Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed and became colder.

No more words were needed. With just this one sentence, Zhang Fan knew that ten years ago, at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Yinhu was also there and surrounded and killed their entire family.

“Dragon, Tiger, and Red Moon… You and your father are really lucky. The thirteen zodiac animals, Taoist masters… so many strong men gathered together, but they didn’t drive you and your father away.”

After hearing these words, Fang Changle couldn't help but reveal a strange expression and looked at Zhang Fan with some surprise.

As a descendant of Maoshan, he naturally knew many secrets. Hong Shanjun didn't talk much, but even a small amount of information could make Fang Changle think of a lot.

"such a pity……"

At this moment, Hong Shanjun changed the subject and brought Fang Changle back to his senses. He stared at Zhang Fan, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic look.

"Even if you survive, you're useless."

"Do it!"

Fang Changle roared and took the initiative to attack. He leaped up with flames surging, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Hong Shanjun.

At this moment, the first sound is as strong as a blazing fire.

"Mountain God Festival, exorcise the ghost!"

Hong Shanjun chuckled. He stood still, formed a seal with one hand, and muttered something.

Wow…

Suddenly, a pool of meat-like substance slid down from his cuffs and slowly squirmed. It turned out to be a piece of human skin. The next moment, a cold wind suddenly arose, rushed out from his forehead, and turned into the squirming human skin.

The next moment, a figure appeared and stood in front of Hong Shanjun. It was the owner of the insect treasure stall.

Roar……

At this moment, the insect treasure stall owner suddenly opened his mouth, and countless flesh teeth were wriggling in his mouth, like insects. Then, he aimed at Hong Shanjun who was rushing towards him and spat out a pool of yellow-brown liquid.

blah blah...

As soon as the pool of yellow-brown liquid touched the flames around Fang Changle, thick green smoke with a pungent smell rose up. The real fire seemed to be corroded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Changle's expression suddenly changed, his figure flashed, and he changed direction.

The pool of yellow-brown liquid fell on the ground and actually corroded a large black hole in the floor tiles.

call……

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan appeared behind Hong Shanjun like a ghost, and suddenly chanted the [Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra]. Starlight fell and flashed on his body like mottled clouds.

He punched out, hitting Hong Shanjun on the top of his head.

call……

The strong wind whistled, carrying with it the bright starlight. The punch was so powerful that it could split gold and break stone. Even if Yinhu resisted it with his body, blood would splatter within five steps and he would meet the King of Hell immediately.

boom……

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind. Zhang Fan's face changed slightly. He glanced over and saw a black shadow like a long snake slithering towards him, heading straight for his head.

Zhang Fan looked closely and discovered that it was a long black tail covered with scales and serrations on both sides. It looked very much like a centipede's tail, and it actually extended from under the insect treasure stall owner's body.

hum...

Zhang Fan changed his tactics in an instant, blocking his arms horizontally in front of him, and the starlight was shining brightly and brilliantly.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the ferocious tail tip hit Zhang Fan's arms. The surging starlight appeared with cracks, spreading to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye. The huge force actually blew Zhang Fan away.

"The Heavenly Mother's Heart Mantra is indeed extraordinary. It can actually block the Qian family's [Heavenly Hook Tail]. No wonder the pig that was killed in Luoxia Town was in a dilemma of life and death."

Hong Shanjun looked at Zhang Fan who landed from the sky, his eyes sparkling with brilliance, and he praised him out loud.

"Sky Hook Tail...that's the treasure of the Qian family in southern Yunnan." Fang Changle's face was solemn.

The Qian family in southern Yunnan is a family that practices insect cultivation. This lineage's Taoism incorporates the local witchcraft and sorcery. They cultivate strange insects and nourish them with their own flesh and blood, thereby gaining special abilities.

It is said that the ancestor of the Qian family once had a miraculous encounter in the Ailao Mountains in southern Yunnan, where he found an ancient giant insect in an icy ancient cave. He brought the insect back to the clan and refined a strange tail out of it, which he named the Sky Hook Tail.

That is the treasure of the Qian family. No one has ever been able to drive it, let alone integrate it into the body and refine it to coexist with it.

"After all, he is a disciple of Mount Mao and a master of Xuanzong. His knowledge is extraordinary." Fang Changle chuckled. "He is the best among the ghosts I have cultivated. He was also a rare master of the Qian family. When he was nineteen years old, thirty-six kinds of strange insects had already coexisted in his body." Hong Shanjun chuckled and looked at the owner of the insect treasure stall as if he was appreciating a work of art.

The Qian family in southern Yunnan practices insect magic, and their strength is also related to the alien insects that live symbiotically in their bodies.

The more powerful the insect is, the greater its strength will be. Similarly, the more powerful the insects living symbiotically in the body are and the greater their number, the greater the risk will be.

Being able to coexist with thirty-six species of exotic insects is extremely rare in the entire Qian family in southern Yunnan, not to mention that this person achieved such an achievement at the age of nineteen.

It seems that Hong Shanjun was the heir of the Qian family.

"Evil ghost..." Fang Changle's face was solemn.

"I heard that the Taoist Sanshi once practiced in seclusion in an ancient cave in Luofeng Mountain. In the cave, he found a ghost seal with 19 ghost characters on it, one of which was the character [伥]. There was a mysterious spell inside..."

"Tsk tsk, Maoshan is indeed one of the ten famous mountains of Taoism. It knows all the details of our Wuwei Sect."

Hong Shanjun grinned and nodded, saying, "Yes, my Taoist method was passed down from the ghost seal obtained by Taoist Sanshi..."

The tiger is a ghost.

In ancient times, if someone encountered a ferocious tiger in the mountains and became its victim, the soul would turn into a ghost after death and be driven around by the tiger.

This is where the term "being an accomplice to a tiger" comes from.

Hong Shanjun's Taoism also originated from this.

If one is bitten by a tiger, he will be transformed into a ghost, and will be imprisoned in a deep spring, unable to escape.

"Fang Changle, this is your last chance." Hong Shanjun formed a seal with one hand and raised a finger with the other hand.

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Changle took action directly. True fire shot up into the sky, like a giant python flying across the sky, pressing down on Hong Shanjun.

"You don't know the current situation."

The owner of the insect treasure stall stood in front of Hong Shanjun like a ghost. He suddenly opened his mouth, and many barbs grew around his chin, like hooks, emitting a cold blue light.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared. The owner of the insect treasure stall actually swallowed the surging real fire into his mouth.

"The Qian family's fireflies!?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

He also knew something about the Qian family in southern Yunnan. The [Secret Records of Taoism] once recorded this kind of insect, which feeds exclusively on fire and is not even afraid of many Taoist true fires.

The Qian family in southern Yunnan spent countless manpower and resources, but only managed to raise seven fireflies.

However, this kind of insect is extraordinary and unpredictable. Even in the Qian family, only three people can coexist with the firefly in the past few decades, and the other four have no master.

"I've already said that this is the best product for refining and raising ghosts."

Hong Shanjun's laughter echoed in the empty warehouse.

The insect treasure stall owner had already moved. His lower body suddenly split open, and four shriveled, white insect legs grew out, like an exoskeleton.

hum...

All six limbs moved at the same time, his movements became extremely swift and his trajectory was unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Fang Changle.

blah blah...

The next moment, the insect treasure stall owner suddenly opened his mouth, and a yellow-brown corrosive liquid gushed out, directly tearing the true fire around Fang Changle's body.

call……

Fang Changle was unable to dodge and his right arm was infected by the yellow-brown liquid. A piece of skin fell off and was covered with scarlet flesh.

"Provide blood for food, and turn it into weapons."

At this moment, Fang Changle drew a talisman in the air, and the fallen flesh and blood seemed to be blessed. Before it hit the ground, it actually flew into the air. There was a faint sound of clashing swords, and a bright red light, like a sharp sword flying into the air, actually piercing the chest of the insect treasure stall owner.

hum...

A sticky green liquid flowed and dripped from the chest of the insect treasure stall owner. Countless small insects crawled out, secreting milky white liquid, as if they were repairing the hole. It was so dense that it made people's scalps numb.

"Do it!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan roared, and black lines shot out from the dark shadows, like long tails. Upon closer inspection, they were actually strands of hair. They seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and entangled the owner of the insect treasure stall.

"Black Nightmare!"

Fang Changle's eyes narrowed slightly and he recognized him.

Zhang Fan was smart and had already let the black rat hide in the dark, waiting for the right time to strike. This was also his backup plan.

hum...

In an instant, the insect treasure stall owner's body trembled violently, and a yellow-brown liquid was secreted from his pores. The strong corrosive effect caused the black hair that was like iron wire to break and fall off.

"Fuck you..."

In the darkness, a scream of pain was heard from the black rat.

call……

The insect treasure stall owner immediately resumed his movements, and the hole in his chest was almost restored to its original state.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere and attacked from behind him.

hum...

Golden spiritual light flowed in Zhang Fan's palm, and the Mighty Golden Seal of Demon Suppression seemed like a revived evil spirit, and it seemed to be roaring.

In the blink of an eye...

In this mysterious place of life and death...

Zhang Fan seized the fleeting moment, picked up the Wei Ling Golden Seal to Suppress Demons, aimed it at the crown of the insect treasure stall owner, and hit him with a brick.

boom……

The unreserved force was like a mountain torrent bursting through a dam, madly amplified in the gleaming light of the Wei Ling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal. The terrifying force directly beat the insect treasure stall owner into a pool of meat paste.

The next moment, a cold wind suddenly blew up, as if the soul was leaving the body.

hum...

On the mighty golden seal of demon suppression, the mysterious characters turned wonderfully and the light became brighter, which actually suppressed the dark wind. It roared like thunder and suppressed the demon like a fierce god, directly wiping it out.

"The seal of Mount Longhu!?"

Hong Shanjun's face suddenly darkened. He looked down and saw a bloody mark on the base of his right hand. Blood was flowing and dripping onto the ground.

Zhang Fan’s speed was too fast. He was calmer than before, so calm that he was almost numb.

He let Fang Changle fight to the death, and didn't care whether Black Rat's sneak attack was successful or not. He stood in the distance like a spectator, just waiting for the one chance of victory to appear, and then he would show his swift and murderous means.

As it was, Hong Shanjun didn't even have time to recall this evil ghost.

"Well, you are indeed a member of the Zhang family..."

Hong Shanjun stared at Zhang Fan with a blazing light in his eyes. He raised his hand and licked the blood mark on the base of his thumb. The blood flowed, carrying with it the essence in his body. It seemed that it could not be stopped at all. The piercing pain quickly spread throughout his body.

however……

Instead, a hint of pleasure appeared on Hong Shanjun's face.

He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and fell into deep intoxication, but with his other hand he tore open his collar, revealing a shocking scar on his chest.

"You remind me of your brother. The scar he left on me still hurts!"

Hong Shanjun said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)