Pure Yang!

Chapter 310 Who can rival the heroes of the world! When success is achieved, disaster strikes

On Mount Longhu, the Dao sect was in great trouble. The immortal family was divided into the north and south.

More than thirty years ago, Nan Zhang was destroyed and has never been heard of since.

Who could have expected that this lineage is still alive and well and that there are still descendants alive.

"The descendant of Nan Zhang... The descendant of Nan Zhang..."

Zhang Wuming's eyes trembled as he stared at Zhang Fan.

At this moment, his heart was in turmoil and it was finally impossible to suppress it or calm down anymore.

He never dreamed that the person he met by chance, the guest he encountered in a foreign land, turned out to be the descendant of Nan Zhang.

For Zhang Wuming, this identity is even more thrilling and incredible than that of the successor of Wuwei Sect.

"Your expression now is quite interesting."

Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Wuming's expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled happily.

Even if he had eight hundred tricks up his sleeve, he was still at a loss at this moment. Zhang Wuming seemed more pleasing to the eye like this.

"Is it too late for me to leave now?" Zhang Wuming said with a wry smile.

Zhang Fan’s identity is more sensitive than he imagined.

"I'm afraid it's too late."

"Fate... is really interesting."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan raised his hand and patted Zhang Wuming on the shoulder.

"Descendants of Nan Zhang, come in."

At this moment, the old and hoarse voice came out from the Yellow Cave again. At the entrance of the cave, the flames in the mouths of the two stone beasts flickered.

Huang Jiumei looked at Zhang Fan in a trance.

Normally, even the descendants of demons like them cannot easily set foot in that cave.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the distance, Li Miaoyin suddenly cried out, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she shook her head subconsciously, with a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Fan nodded to indicate that everything was fine. He paused for a moment and stepped into the dark ancient cave.

tick tock...tick tock...

In the ancient cave, the sound of cold water dripping was endless, coming from the depths.

Zhang Fan groped in the dark, walking further and further away. He could faintly smell a faint fragrance. It was hard to describe how special it was, but it was a smell he had never smelled before. It was very much like the smell of fireworks in the earthen temples in the countryside in the past.

Finally, a faint yellow light appeared in front of us, and two candle flames as big as soybeans were flickering.

Zhang Fan stopped and with the help of the dim candlelight, he could see clearly that there were two figures sitting cross-legged on the worn cushions.

One of them was an old man, with a hunched back, skinny and with a cold look on his face. He was staring straight at Zhang Fan, as if he had been observing him since the moment he stepped into the ancient cave.

The other was an old woman, wearing a flowery cotton jacket and a big red flower on her head, which made her look quite gorgeous. The thick powder on her face was like putty, covering the wrinkles on her face like a peeling wall.

Without looking at their attire, these two elderly people look very much like the grandpas and aunties dancing square dance in Zhang Fan's community. They are ordinary and there is not even the slightest aura of ghosts or monsters in their bodies, let alone practitioners.

However, Zhang Fan knew that the more this happened, the more profound his cultivation appeared.

In the midst of mediocrity, there is a glimmer of immortality.

Even in ordinary places, there is endless flying dust.

Perhaps, spiritual practice is to go from the ordinary to the extraordinary, and then from the extraordinary back to the ordinary.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a deafening sound came from behind the two old figures.

Zhang Fan looked up and discovered that there were two large urns standing behind the two men. The lids were sealed with yellow mud and each had a yellowed talisman pasted on it. They looked quite old.

“Refine the demon body!?” Zhang Fan’s heart moved slightly.

When monsters take over human bodies, they become demons and ghosts. However, their original bodies are still their greatest support, but also their greatest weakness.

Just like what happened to Lao Yu back then, his carp body was destroyed by a master from Mount Qingcheng in Shu, and it became difficult for him to improve his cultivation since then.

Because of this, there is a kind of Taoist method among demons and ghosts that can refine the demon body, like refining elixir in a furnace, or refining a sword in fire, and finally transform again within the body's orifices.

The process is so mysterious that not everyone has the chance to see it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but take a closer look. If his guess was correct, the two large urns should contain the real bodies of the two old monsters...

Two big yellow mice.

"Young man, have you seen enough?"

At this moment, the old and hoarse voice sounded again, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

When he lowered his head, he saw the skinny old man staring at him.

"Junior is a pervert...I have lost my composure!" Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Don't be too harsh on young people..."

The old woman whispered, but her eyes looked a little dazed when she looked at Zhang Fan.

"You look so much like him."

"Who?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Three Corpses Taoist!" the old man said in a deep voice.

He looked at Zhang Fan quietly, a hint of reminiscence seemed to flash across his eyes, and his expression became more and more unnatural.

"Have you two seniors seen the Three Corpses Taoist?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

On second thought, the cultivation time of monsters is much longer than that of humans. After all, it takes a long time for them to transform from monsters into humans.

"At that time, we had not yet become monsters..." the old woman murmured softly.

Her name is Huang Qiaoniang, and the old man beside her is called Huang Shulang.

Many years ago, they were just two ordinary yellow-skinned mice in these Ten Thousand Mountains, roaming in the mountains, wandering in caves, and leading a carefree life.

until one day……

"Until one day, that man came..." A look of reminiscence appeared in the old woman's eyes.

"That man is really arrogant... He came here alone, and everyone in the Ten Thousand Mountains was alarmed." The old man sighed.

Even though time flies, he still remembers the grand scene of that year.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, demon mountains and ancient caves, countless goblins and monsters gathered together, as if facing a great enemy or worshipping gods, all because that man set foot in this desperate place.

Huang Shulang's eyes were dull, and there was a trace of yearning and awe in his cloudy eyes.

From that day on, he never saw such a man again, whose arrogance was bigger than the sky and whose spirit was deeper than the sea.

That day, even the old demon leader, who was about to die and had not much time left, came out to greet the man.

"He looked like a poor Taoist priest, wandering around the world, drifting with the wind... At that time, I wondered, is such a person really the best in the world?"

The old man's eyes became increasingly distracted.

The good times of yesterday seem to be here today, right before our eyes.

He seemed to have returned to that sunny afternoon, hiding in the weeds, looking from afar at the untidy bearded man who was still full of energy and had light in his eyes.

"If he is not the best in the world, then who is?" the old woman murmured.

Suddenly, the big red flower on her head shook slightly, and waves of pollen fragrance wafted across the air, scattering in the ancient cave and floating in front of Zhang Fan's eyes.

call……

In an instant, Zhang Fan's soul was shaken, and he seemed to see countless lights and shadows dancing and flying.

The sun is high in the sky and the sun is shining brightly.

Deep in the Cangshan Mountain, there are waves of evil spirits, like an army approaching or besieging a city, not to mention the monsters hiding at the foot of the mountain and in the weeds.

There are thousands of demons and monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains, all lurking here.

Despite such a huge momentum, no one dared to act rashly. They could only look up at the mountain temple in awe.

There, a solitary and thin figure was sitting cross-legged, wearing a wide Taoist robe. The huge figure opposite was like a small hill, wantonly emitting a terrifying demonic aura that was more powerful than that of any other party.

The sun shone on the huge figure, but what fell on the rock wall was the shadow of a giant elephant.

"Three Corpses Taoist, even if you have extraordinary powers, you may not be able to kill all the monsters in my Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the top of the mountain, stinging the eardrums of all the demons and monsters.

The old demon leader spoke. Although he was old, he was still fierce and powerful. All the figures bowed their heads. "Go away! There is no wine for you in my Ten Thousand Mountains." The old demon leader ordered them to leave.

"A soulmate doesn't need a thousand glasses of wine, but a cup of tea can make one drunk."

At this moment, the lonely and thin figure spoke. He shook the empty cup in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Old Elephant, what do you think of the taste of my tea?"

"Tea? Where does the tea come from?" The old demon said in a deep voice, looking at the shaking empty cup.

"Here it is."

The lonely and thin figure whispered, and he slowly put down the empty cup in his hand. It fell to the ground with a sound of metal and stone.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying storm covered the sky and the sun, and pressed down on the mountains.

All the demons and monsters looked suddenly changed color and raised their heads to look. In a split second, the scene became more and more terrifying, stretching from north to south and from east to west. The sky could not be seen, the earth could not be seen, the sun and the moon were empty, and the stars were terrified.

Among them, it seems that there is only one person, and there can only be one person, who dominates the world and is the only one who can rule the world.

Rumble…

The next moment, a series of souls soared into the sky and flew involuntarily in the same direction, flying towards the empty cup in front of the man.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains, where demons and monsters are hiding. Thousands of demons and monsters, in a blink of an eye, become the fragrance of the empty cup of tea.

That man sitting there was so powerful that even a hundred thousand mountains bowed their heads.

Among all the mountains in the world, is this the highest peak?
Being independent, who can be the rival of all the heroes in the world?

"Number one in the world, really number one in the world!"

On the top of the mountain, the old demon leader's voice was hoarse, hiding unspeakable fear and shock.

Rumble…

The light and shadow vanished like dust falling.

Only the shock remains, lingering in everyone's heart.

“Three Corpses Refining Gods…that man is truly overbearing. All the demons and monsters in the hundred thousand mountains can be hidden in one cup of wine…” the old man sighed.

That day, his soul was captured through the air, and he still cannot forget it.

"Not long after that day, the old demon died of depression."

The old woman whispered, and her expression became more and more complicated as she looked at Zhang Fan.

"Your method just now is really similar to his."

"It's just that you are the light of a firefly, while he is the radiance of the bright moon."

Zhang Fan heard this but did not refute. This evaluation was already very high. After all, the person being compared was the world's number one master in the past.

Besides, Zhang Fan was just a demon who swallowed the Yellow Skin Cave.

But the Taoist Sanshi back then had seen and captured all the demons and monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

One man can conquer all the mountains, and the superiority is immediately apparent.

"Time is truly magical..." the old woman sighed.

"Life and death, in the years, bloom together!"

Time passes slowly, hiding both decay and rebirth.

The old woman looked at Zhang Fan. She seemed to have seen the cycle of time, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Once upon a time, she was as lively as Zhang Fan.

At this moment, perhaps she was lamenting the ruthlessness of time, or perhaps she was feeling compassion for the hopeless immortality.

"senior……"

Zhang Fan called softly, bringing the old woman back to her senses.

"You are old, there is no need to be so polite." The old man glanced at him and said lightly.

"When you get older, you always think of a lot of things from the past."

"After all, time is for reminiscing."

As she spoke, a smile appeared on the old woman's face, and powder like putty fell down.

"Little devil from Nan Zhang, do you think highly of the ninth girl in our cave?" the old woman suddenly said, changing the subject.

"A fellow traveler." Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, then said.

"Do all humans speak in such an official way?"

The old woman turned and looked at the old man.

"Hypocrisy is their nature." The old man nodded.

"The third boy has hooked up with Baihe Temple, while the ninth girl has hooked up with you." The old woman shook her head.

"Senior means..."

"To be honest, our attitude has always been very clear. It's fine for the little guys below to form cliques and factions to gain benefits, but if they really want us in Huangpi Cave to contribute manpower and effort..."

"That's impossible!"

"..."

"As expected of an old monster." Zhang Fan sighed silently in his heart.

It turns out that these two old yellow-skinned mice know everything that is going on in the cave very well. No matter who joins whom, as long as the benefits are given, they can shout slogans and show loyalty, but it is impossible for them to really put in any effort.

In other words, this is called maintaining neutrality and having the best of both worlds.

"I understand what you mean, senior. In fact, that's what I meant as well." Zhang Fan nodded.

He also had no intention of pulling Huangpidong onto his boat, as long as he did not take sides and stood on the side of Baihe Temple, that would be enough.

As for Li Changgeng, he wanted to be the scapegoat, and Zhang Fan was happy to see it happen.

Besides, he and Huang Jiumei have already formed a good relationship. If one day, there is a change of dynasty in Huangpi Cave, it is possible that good results will be achieved.

"Little ghost, have you practiced the Three Corpses to Illuminate Life?"

Suddenly, the old man spoke. He stared at Zhang Fan quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It's not necessarily the case." Zhang Fan thought for a moment.

Strictly speaking, he only practiced the "Three Corpses Illuminating Life" method, which was an entry-level skill, but it was not necessarily the case for quiet cultivation.

“You have deep roots in this Dharma,” the old woman sighed.

"Back then, someone from your Nan Zhang lineage had entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains several times to explore the secrets of this method."

"The Southern Zhang lineage?" Zhang Fan's heart was slightly moved, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who?"

"Divine Gua Zhang Tiansheng!" The old man uttered a name.

"You should know him."

"Yes, he is my grandfather." Zhang Fan nodded.

"So you are his descendant." The old woman said suddenly.

At this point, the old woman paused for a moment, shook her head and said, "You really shouldn't practice this method."

"Why?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"Back then, Zhang Tiansheng traveled all over the Hundred Thousand Mountains and made some discoveries. He once visited my Huangpi Cave and discussed the Nine Methods, and he said..."

"Among the nine inner alchemy methods, except for the ninth method that has never been seen before, the most difficult to practice is the Three Corpses Illuminating Life."

"Do you know why?"

"Why?" Zhang Fan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

“The Three Corpses’ Life-Watching Method is different from other methods. It seems to be an end, but in fact it is a beginning.” The old woman sighed.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan frowned.

"Zhang Tiansheng left a message." The old man looked at Zhang Fan coldly and spoke slightly with his old lips.

"When success is achieved, disaster strikes!"

"Don't do it! Don't do it!"

(End of this chapter)