Pure Yang!

Chapter 32: Three Yuans and Nine Yuns, Zhang Fan's Soul

11pm.

The He family manor was brightly lit. As usual at this time of year, the He family was still bustling with people, and those who came to ask for favors were either rich or noble.

But today, the He family closed the door to visitors, and the whole family seemed solemn and silent.

In the center of the inner hall of the mansion, He Huan was lying on the cold bluestone slab, naked. His breath was weak and his body seemed stiff.

"She was already like this when I found her."

He Fei looked at He Huan, who had become like a walking corpse, and his cold eyes could not hide his rage.

"Where was it found?"

At this moment, in the inner hall, a middle-aged man with a dignified look and slightly graying hair spoke.

He is the father of He Huan and He Fei, and now the head of the He family, He Tairan.

"In her own room." He Fei looked at his father coldly and said in a deep voice.

"Her soul is broken...she will never wake up again." He Tairan just glanced at her lightly and said lightly.

"What?" He Fei's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at He Huan, revealing a hint of pain.

"Who... who did it?"

The sorrow on He Fei's face turned into raging rage in an instant.

"What a trick! There's not even a trace of it. Even the trick can't be seen."

He Tairan walked forward, gently stroked He Huan's body with his fingertips, and frowned slightly.

"Either the one who takes action is a master, or the one who cleans up the mess is a master." He Tairan said lightly.

"Check...the murderer must be someone who entered and left the He family today." He Fei said gritting his teeth.

"Check? How do you check? Who do you check?"

He Tairan's expression suddenly darkened, and he looked at He Fei with eyes as sharp as swords.

Most of those who can enter the He family's door are well-known figures in Yujing City, either rich or noble. It is these connections that have allowed the He family to gain a firm foothold in Yujing City, expand its branches and branches, and dominate the circle of horse-riding.

Investigating these people... wouldn't that be destroying one's own foundation?
"Are we just going to let it go like this?" He Fei said unwillingly.

"This is an extraordinary time. Everything needs to be kept low-key. We cannot investigate openly, only secretly." He Tairan set the tone.

"Extraordinary times? What extraordinary times?" He Fei asked puzzledly.

"You go down first." He Tairan waved his hand.

"But……"

"Go down."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was an authority that could not be violated. He Fei glanced at He Huan's body unwillingly, then turned around and walked out of the inner hall.

He Tairan looked at He Fei's receding figure, his fingertips gently stroked He Huan's body, then he turned around and bowed gently to the clear gauze curtain behind him.

In the air, with the smoke of incense curling and the night wind blowing, a shadow vaguely emerged on the altar behind the gauze curtain, with its ears erect and its long tail lying horizontally, just like a skinny fox, so thin that its bones were visible. It sat cross-legged like a human, with its hands clasped together like a ginseng.

Burning incense and worshiping fire, the wild fox meditates.

"People in the He family have started to die... Just like what that man said back then, the twenty years of good fortune are about to end."

At this moment, a strange fox cry was heard from behind the gauze curtain, but to He Tairan it sounded like a human whisper.

"A word from a king is more powerful than a prince... Because of that man, my He family has had twenty years of good fortune... Can't this good fortune last forever?" He Tairan frowned.

"The sky has its destiny, the earth has its destiny, and people have their destiny... The world is unpredictable and is changing all the time... Since ancient times, there has been a saying about the Three Yuans and Nine Yuns..."

The strange fox cry sounded again, revealing a mysterious and wonderful feeling.

The Three Yuans and Nine Cycles is an ancient saying.

The ancients regarded one hundred and eighty years as a [Zhengyuan], and each Zhengyuan was divided into three Yuans, namely Shangyuan, Zhongyuan and Xiayuan.

Each Yuan is divided into sixty years, which are divided into three cycles, each cycle lasting twenty years.

Just like the past twenty years, it is the [Eight White Gen Earth Movement], so in these twenty years, industries involving real estate, mining, agriculture and animal husbandry, etc. have risen rapidly, containing countless opportunities and creating countless strong people.

When the Eight White Gen Earth Movement is about to end, these industries will also go downhill.

Starting from this year, it will be the [Nine Purple Fire Luck]. Technology, artificial intelligence, energy, cultural industries and other related industries will rise rapidly, and the fate of many people will change.

Every era has its own destiny.

If the world is like this, what about a family or a person... "The end of luck will come... That man once said that once the twenty years of luck are exhausted, the He family will have to make a new choice... If they make the wrong choice, there will be no recovery..."

The strange fox sound rang out again, echoing faintly in the cold inner hall.

"No chance of recovery? What kind of no chance of recovery?" He Tairan frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Destroy the whole family!"

These two simple words plunged He Tairan, the helmsman of the He family, into deep silence.

……

"Damn...damn..."

He Fei's hysterical voice was heard in the room. He was like an angry bull, smashing everything in front of him to the ground.

"These old guys in the He family can no longer keep up with the times..."

At this moment, a slightly magnetic voice came from the corner, with a hint of ridicule.

Such a voice made He Fei calm down a little.

"You have a way to save her, right?"

He Fei turned around and looked at the figure appearing in the corner, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Greediness is the most precious quality bestowed by God on human beings, and it is also the way to become an immortal."

The mysterious voice did not comment, but suddenly changed the subject and said, "It is said in the Book of Immortals that food is heaven, and it transforms all things into elixir. Taking the elixir will make you immortal..."

“Everything in the world is food given by God…As long as you eat it right and well…it won’t be difficult to come back to life or ascend to heaven.”

That mysterious voice was filled with deep temptation.

Just like a baby, it drinks breast milk when it is born, eats rice noodles when it is a little older, and then can eat grains, fish and meat. Its strength gradually grows, and its body gradually takes shape, just like the metamorphosis of fly feathers. It is wonderful.

"Greedy!?"

"Practitioners should pay more attention to eating... There are so many delicious foods in this world... In addition to thoughts, you should try them all..."

The mysterious voice revealed a hint of intoxication.

"Thoughts can't be eaten?" He Fei sneered.

"The holy fetus of gods and demons feeds on thoughts. It is the most evil in the world. It is not a method that can be cultivated by humans." The mysterious voice sighed slowly. That was his yearning, but unfortunately it was not something that ordinary people could get involved in.

"In addition, the soul can also be eaten, but... the Taoist sect has cut down mountains and destroyed temples nine times, and there is no such thing in the world anymore..."

Gathering and replenishing the primordial spirit is a taboo in Taoism. This lineage has no fixed method and no inheritance. It has been mysterious since ancient times, and no one even knows how it came into being. It has been wiped out after nine times of destroying mountains and temples.

"Heaven creates all things to nourish man, and man consumes all things to create heaven... He Fei, follow me, and I will let you see a brand new world."

The mysterious voice rang out again, carrying with it an irresistible temptation.

……

Late at night.

Zhang Fan returned home, still alone. He sat cross-legged in meditation, practiced [Southern and Northern Sects] for a while, and then went to sleep.

The soft moonlight shone through the window and splashed on his body.

At this moment, the mark of [Zhenwu Jade Certificate] on Zhang Fan's chest flashed with a faint luster, and a soft figure jumped out, and it was He Huan's appearance.

"My soul..."

He Huan looked at himself, then at the surrounding environment, and was a little bit unbelievable that fragments of his soul had actually survived.

Just when she was feeling delighted, she suddenly looked up and saw an even larger figure sitting cross-legged under the ceiling, looking down at her indifferently.

"Zhang Fan!!?"

He Huan's face suddenly changed, and she looked at Zhang Fan's soul in horror. Unlike her, Zhang Fan's soul was full of emptiness and silence. He seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, without any good or evil, no self or others, and without even a trace of instinctive consciousness.

"What are you going to do?" He Huan's soul asked tremblingly.

hum...

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul opened his mouth wide and swallowed He Huan's soul fiercely.

In the dim moonlit night, in the cold room, a strange chewing sound was heard, so loud that there was no sound and no trace.

(End of this chapter)