Pure Yang!

Chapter 371 The Fourth Practitioner! Li Changgeng's Life and Death
All things are born in Jia and eventually die in Gui. The mechanism of Yin and Yang of Qiankun, the changes of life and death of heaven and earth, are all hidden in it.

[Jia Sheng Gui Si], one of the nine inner alchemy methods, is the supreme alchemy method for comprehending the way of life and death.

In the world today, there are only three people who practice this method, namely Li Cunsi, Li Yishan, and Zhang Sheng.

These three people are of the same clan and origin, and are of the same bloodline. They prosper together and suffer together.

Now, in addition to these three people, there is a fourth person who practices [Jia gives birth to Gui dies] in this world. Moreover, his alchemy method is innate awakening, which is nameless, different from the other three.

"Born awakened? Are there such people in this world?" Meng Qiwu said in a trance.

The nine great inner alchemy methods are the most supreme and secret. They have been passed down from ancient times and few people know about them. In every lifetime, if one person can master one of them, it is already considered a rare event in the world. The innate awakening is unprecedented.

"The coffin bearers will..."

Meng Qiwu immediately grasped the crux of the problem. That mysterious organization with little reputation had enormous power. It was spying on the supreme way and studying the nine major alchemy methods.

There is no doubt that this organization has conducted in-depth research on the Nine Great Alchemy Methods. They even want to create a life that possesses the Nine Great Alchemy Methods through external intervention.

This road is difficult to travel, but the missed "experimental materials" have an unexpected surprise. When she combined with the blood of the Chunyang royal family, the offspring she gave birth to actually awakened [Jia gives birth, Gui dies], which can be called a miracle.

"That woman...was it really an accident that the experimental materials ran away?" Meng Qiwu murmured in his heart.

She didn't know much about the Coffin-Bearing Society, but this mysterious organization must be very powerful, otherwise they wouldn't have the ambition to explore the secrets of the Nine Inner Alchemy Methods. How could such an existence let such important "experimental materials" run away, and run to Qinxi Province, and just happen to combine with the Wang family's bloodline?
You know, the ancestors of the Wang family also practiced [Jia gives birth to Gui and Gui dies], their bloodline is too special.

This series of coincidences gave birth to the monster that Yan Fei mentioned.

It seems to be the arrangement of fate, but it seems that there is an invisible hand pushing it.

Many thoughts and speculations arose in Meng Qiwu's mind, but he did not express them. He just listened quietly.

"Many years ago, that freak walked out of that orphanage and was sent back to the Wang family by President Jiang." Yan Fei said in a serious tone.

"Everyone says that Wang Qingyi is the most outstanding genius of this generation of the Wang family. In fact, that freak is the most terrifying."

At this point, Yan Fei's beautiful eyes condensed slightly, and she lowered her voice and said, "It's just that his power is too special and too powerful, so it has been hidden by the Wang family and unknown to outsiders."

"You at Baihe Temple want this person to deal with Ren Xiao?" Meng Qiwu seemed to understand something.

"Among the nine inner alchemy methods, only one person in each generation can master them. They are destined to counteract each other and are sworn enemies. If the human sign can be destroyed, the freak of the Wang family's [Jia Sheng Gui Si] will be able to quickly transform and his achievements will be unimaginable." Han Wenlong said in a deep voice.

This is killing two birds with one stone.

Baihe Temple, or rather Jiang Wansui, had hidden this chess piece many years ago, specifically to deal with practitioners of [甲生癸死].

"Have you seen that freak?" Meng Qiwu suddenly asked, changing the subject.

Yan Fei and Han Wenlong looked at each other and saw a trace of lingering fear in each other's eyes.

"I've seen him. That person... is very scary. Now that I think about it, we are also very uneasy." Yan Fei sighed.

When she mentioned that person, her nerves became tense, as if just a single encounter had left an indelible mark on her. She was in a state of panic all day long, feeling uneasy and restless.

"I estimate that it won't be long before that person comes to Zhongnan Mountain and enters the Tomb of the Living Dead." Yan Fei said in a deep voice.

The Tomb of the Living Dead can be regarded as the ancestral land of the Wang family. It is also a holy place for practicing [Jia Sheng Gui Si]. If the freak of the Wang family wants to master the alchemy, he must enter this place.

"Tomb of the Living Dead...that place will eventually be opened." Meng Qiwu said secretly in his heart.

Perhaps, Ren Xiao is already inside. When that time comes, the two great [Jia is born, Gui dies] practitioners will surely have a battle.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiwu's mood couldn't help but fluctuate. It was hard for him to imagine what the situation was like.

"Alas, that freak from the Wang family is really dangerous, and his relationship with the Wang family is also very delicate." Yan Fei said in a deep voice.

"The Wang family can't control him?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but say.

"He was abandoned by the Wang family since he was a child, and his mother died because of the Wang family..." Han Wenlong added.

If it weren't for Jiang Wansui's intervention, if it weren't for the practice of [Jia Birth Gui Death], the so-called blood bond between him and the Wang family would not have been able to keep him.

Because of this, the relationship between that freak and the Wang family is extremely delicate.

“If that kind of person could master [Jia Birth, Gui Death], I’m afraid the level of danger would be no less than that of a human.” Han Wenlong said in a deep voice.

"It would be great if Senior Brother Chang Geng could come. With him here, there would be no need for that freak to take action, so as to avoid raising a tiger and causing trouble in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Fei's sharp eyes pressed over.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the highest decision of the temple, how can you have any say in it?"

"Besides, Senior Brother Chang Geng is in seclusion, how can he come?"

After these words were spoken, Han Wenlong showed a sullen look, lowered his eyes, and said no more.

"Li Changgeng is not dead yet!?"

Suddenly, a slight sound was heard, which sounded particularly harsh in this quiet little temple.

Zhang Fan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke at this moment.

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

"How dare you!" Han Wenlong shouted.

"Qiwu, this little disciple from your Zhongnan Mountain is too unruly."

Yan Fei's eyes darkened slightly, and only then did he truly take a look at Zhang Fan: "What did you just say? Why don't you say it again."

The cold words were like the clash of swords, echoing in the quiet little temple, concealing supreme majesty and conveying a warning.

"Is Li Changgeng so lucky?"

Zhang Fan seemed unaware of anything. Holding a paper cup in his hand, he slowly walked to the table and entered everyone's sight.

He slowly placed the paper cup on the table and whispered, "Logically speaking, even if you were to be beheaded and reborn, you should still be dead."

"Who are you?"

Yan Fei's expression suddenly changed, he slammed the table and stood up suddenly.

Li Changgeng is the successor of Baihe Temple and is known as the best disciple in the past five hundred years. He often stays in the capital and seldom goes out. He is not well-known and only the high-ranking members of various sects and the most outstanding successors know his name.

As for the magical power he awakened, even in Baihe Temple, only a few people knew that he awakened the [Golden Light Flying Over the Earth]. As for the second magical power he awakened, it was [Rebirth after Severed Head]. Such a secret was unknown to outsiders, not even Han Wenlong next to him.

It was incredible that the man in front of me could say such a thing.

There are only two possibilities. One is that he heard it from somewhere, and the other is that he personally verified it...

If it was the first one, it would be fine, but if it was the second one...

"Practitioners should avoid being agitated."

Suddenly, Yan Fei's eyes became blurry, and Zhang Fan's hand lightly fell on her shoulder.

With her level of cultivation, she was able to be touched by a man so close to her without even noticing. In that moment of trance, her thoughts seemed to be eaten up and time seemed to have stopped.

Rumble…

Almost at the same time, Han Wenlong reacted instinctively. His body was as fast as lightning, and there seemed to be a strong wind surging in his palm, shaking like a sharp blade, and he grabbed Zhang Fan.

"Didn't I tell you? Practitioners should avoid being agitated."

Rumble…

Zhang Fan's voice was light, but to Han Wenlong's ears, it was like thunderclap out of the blue, deafening.

His head roared violently, his eyebrows twitched, and his soul shook violently. The terrifying frequency directly overwhelmed his mind. The strong wind in his palm shattered, and his whole body trembled, and he actually fell to his knees. "You...you..."

Han Wenlong's eyes widened and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead. In his sight, the temple, the fellow disciples... seemed to have disappeared at this moment. Zhang Fan in his eyes seemed to be in a daze, like the endless night, which was about to drag him into the endless abyss.

"Zhang..." Meng Qiwu was about to call out to him, but stopped himself.

"Junior brother..." Yan Fei cried out.

Zhang Fan didn't even look at her. He placed his hand on Yan Fei's shoulder and exerted a little force, forcing her to sit down. At the same time, he pushed the water cup on the table in front of her.

"Come on, tell me, what happened to Li Changgeng now? He can't be really not dead."

Zhang Fan's tone was calm and friendly, as if he was an old friend from afar, asking about his friend's recent situation.

"I... I don't know what you mean... I only know that Senior Brother Chang Geng has a secluded hall in Baihe Temple for retreat. For the past two months, the door of the hall has been closed, and there are nine bells ringing every night..."

"The eternal lamp in front of the palace gate has never been extinguished..."

Yan Fei looked at Zhang Fan with a hint of fear in her eyes. She couldn't tell the depth of the man in front of her, but he was able to play with her and Han Wenlong in the palm of his hand. Such cultivation was simply terrifying.

At first, she thought Zhang Fan was just an ordinary disciple in this small temple, but now it seems that he might not even be a disciple of Mount Zhongnan.

"Senior Brother Chang Geng, he should be in seclusion." Yan Fei said in a hoarse voice.

"So you haven't seen him?" Zhang Fan asked in a serious tone.

"I haven't seen Senior Brother Chang Geng for a long time." Yan Fei shook his head.

Zhang Fan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

That day in the Ten Thousand Mountains, he broke Li Changgeng's soul and destroyed his body. Logically speaking, he should be dead. Is there still a glimmer of hope?
"Heaven and earth seize the fortune... Is there really such a thing as great fortune!?"

Zhang Fan sighed in his heart and slowly withdrew his hand from Yan Fei's shoulder.

"You go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure around Han Wenlong suddenly dissipated. He felt as if he had been freed from a heavy yoke. His vision slowly recovered, and Zhang Fan's figure also became clearer, but his eyes were evasive and full of awe.

Yan Fei looked grim. He stood up, took a step back in fear, and his eyes fell on Meng Qiwu, seeming to be confused and angry.

"Yan Fei, I'm very sorry about what happened today. I will give you an explanation in the future." Meng Qiwu sighed.

She didn't have much say in front of Zhang Fan.

"You guys go first."

"Okay!" Yan Fei gritted his teeth and said, "I'll wait for your explanation."

As she spoke, she turned and walked away. When she reached the temple gate, she stopped for a moment and turned back.

"May I ask your name? After I return, I can also report to Senior Brother Chang Geng." Yan Fei said in a serious tone.

"If you don't leave now, then don't leave." Zhang Fan said lightly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Wenlong stepped out of the temple gate first. Yan Fei's face trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth, and left in shame.

Zhang Fan looked at their receding backs, his expression growing gloomy.

"It seems that God is not tired of fighting yet."

"You and Li Changgeng..."

Meng Qiwu walked forward and looked at Zhang Fan, his expression becoming strange.

"If he is really not dead, he would be a really formidable enemy." Zhang Fan whispered slowly.

Meng Qiwu raised her eyebrows and remained silent. She could hear a sinister story from this sentence.

Zhang Fan shook his head and collected his thoughts. No matter whether Li Changgeng lived or died, it was not a problem he needed to think about now.

He has more important things to do.

"Continue on our journey?" Meng Qiwu asked.

She knew that the news Yan Fei brought would definitely make Zhang Fan unable to sit still. Once the freak of the Wang family was born and entered the Tomb of the Living Dead, it would be a great disaster for the human race.

There will surely be a sudden war between the two of them, and the fight will not end until one of them dies.

That is the Wang family’s home ground.

"Looking like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack." Meng Qiwu sighed.

Tomb of the Living Dead, even the Wang family couldn’t find it easily, let alone outsiders like them?
"Is there a quiet place here?" Zhang Fan asked.

"There's a vacant room in the back."

"take me."

Meng Qiwu was stunned for a moment, but without asking any more questions, he took Zhang Fan to find an empty room.

Zhang Fan walked into the room and took out a piece of folded leather from his backpack. At first glance, he thought it was a blanket. He blew out a breath of true yang, and the leather quickly swelled and turned into a human shape.

The corner of Meng Qiwu's eyes twitched slightly, and he recognized it instantly.

Zhang Beijiang. The last time he broke into the corpse hill at Jingguan, this spirit zombie displayed its ferocity and power, which left a deep impression on him.

"You guys guard the gate for me." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

After all, this is Mount Zhongnan, his place. He would not feel at ease if he only let Meng Qiwu guard the gate for him. However, Zhang Bei zombie is different. This spiritual zombie is absolutely loyal. Moreover, after absorbing the [Jingguan Corpse Mound] last time, his strength has also increased a lot. Unless Zhai Shou takes action, no one in the Dashi territory can suppress him.

"it is good!"

Meng Qiwu glanced at Zhang Beijiang. She also knew that although Zhang Fan seemed domineering, he was actually cautious and did not completely trust her. So she said nothing more and left the room with Zhang Beijiang.

Zhang Fan was the only one left in the room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and with the help of his soul, he went deep into the room.

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

The sound of heavy chains colliding was heard faintly, and in the darkness, the mysterious and illusory huge figure slowly appeared in front of Zhang Fan's soul.

"You're here again... Do you want to travel through the memory river of the Three Corpses again?"

The cold and empty voice shook violently, like thunder in the sky, echoing in the depths of the interior.

"No, I'll come to find you..." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"I?"

"I can't call myself...what's the point of looking for me?" The cold and empty voice uttered some incomprehensible words.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, you already have an 'I', you are no longer a memory..." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to know?"

The cold and empty voice was silent for a moment, then asked.

"A lives and Gui dies!!!"

Zhang Fan opened his lips slightly and uttered the name of the supreme alchemy method.

(End of this chapter)