Pure Yang!

Chapter 381 Zhang Fan
The red fire leaves the pearl and emits light, and the infinite storms of Samadhi cease!
The sky is vast, white clouds are floating, and the ancient streets are covered with scorched earth.

A cry as a baby is born heralds the arrival of new life in this turbid world, accompanied by the eternal fire and unparalleled power.

The white clouds in the sky turned into flames. Terrifying waves continued to be transmitted from the ancient building of the Zhang family's ancestral home, like the waves of the rivers and seas, and like the vastness of the universe.

Samadhi leaves the dangerous place, and the bright pearl is born in the mysterious Taoist sect.

"Ah ah ah..."

One after another, powerful souls were reduced to ashes in the flames that rose to the sky, as if the birth of that baby was destined to come at the cost of the demise of countless lives.

If all the dharma's original spirits are annihilated, then this deity can be welcomed to the world!!!
"Born in the midst of a catastrophe, with innate magical powers..."

"That child..."

All the surprised eyes turned to the small building of Zhang family's ancient residence. At this moment, a strong sense of uneasiness rose in everyone's heart.

They knew that an extraordinary thing was born in that small building. If it survived, it would change the world in time.

“Everyone…Everyone…”

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong's eyes were also slightly blurred. He murmured softly, suddenly thinking of his father and what Zhang Tiansheng had said to him.

"If one day you have a child, then name him 'Fan'."

"Fan!?"

"Yes, the ordinary of ordinary people..."

Zhang Tiansheng’s words lingered in his ears, echoing in Zhang Lingzong’s heart.

He looked at the ancient building of the Zhang family's ancestral home. The trance in his eyes gradually dissipated, a ray of sharp light surged, and he finally read out the name.

"Zhang Fan!"

"Zhang Fan!!"

"My son is called Zhang Fan!"

Zhang Lingzong let out a low roar, and his soul entered into [Great Night], but walked out of it in a flash. The black and white Qi boiled, like a god or devil descending to the world. The terrifying atmosphere reflected the flames that shot up into the sky, and the ferocious power overwhelmed all the powerful enemies.

Rumble…

Countless lights and shadows shattered, and only Zhang Lingzong's unyielding roar echoed in his ears.

Zhang Fan's soul seemed to have traveled through time and returned to reality. Wherever he looked, he saw a huge soul lying horizontally in front of him, shielding him from the wind and rain.

Above that soul, there seemed to be a candle flame hanging high, with vigorous life burning, connecting to another soul that appeared and disappeared, with nine layers of divine light behind it, dazzling and bright.

Dust is broken and light is born, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers.

Such power was so vast and mighty that it swept across heaven and earth.

Zhang Fan's vision became inexplicably hazy. He knew that at this moment, it was not just the Lord of Nan Zhang and the Nine True Saint King who was standing in front of him...

"elder brother……"

Rumble…

In the external scene of the Yuanshen, the sky and the earth became extremely bright, and two huge figures collided with each other at the end of the mountains and rivers.

The holy fetus of gods and demons!

Jia is born and Gui dies!

With the blessing of the two supreme inner alchemy methods, the Nine True Saint King came completely back to life. He was like a real god, with burning incense, descending to the human world and blocking the might of the Heavenly Master.

"The young are to be feared... the young are to be feared..."

Wang Qiankun sighed, and all the strange phenomena disappeared.

Everyone was in a trance, and their vision became clear again, as if everything that had just happened was just a momentary illusion.

In the vast night, deep in the mountains, Wang Qiankun stood under a peach tree, looking into the distance, looking at the young man.

"The Wang family's Heavenly Master actually failed to capture that young man?"

In the distance, everyone was shocked and showed an expression of disbelief.

They did not recognize Zhang Sheng, but it was incredible that at such a young age he could withstand the power of the Heavenly Master. Moreover, Wang Qiankun had just admitted that this young man had not yet entered the realm of the Heavenly Master.

"How could there be such a master in this world? There shouldn't be such a person among the younger generation."

"No one knows... How can such a person be unknown?"

"Who is he?"

At this moment, all kinds of thoughts were rising and intertwining in everyone's minds, with countless questions boiling.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" Zhang Sheng said frankly.

He stood motionless, blocking Zhang Fan and Li Yishan, like a mountain blocking the way. Just looking at his back made people feel at ease.

"When I was your age, I was far inferior to you." Wang Qiankun shook his head and sighed.

"Longhu Mountain is indeed a Taoist sect. Even if the Nan Zhang lineage is dying out and only three or five people are left, they should not be underestimated."

Having said this, Wang Qiankun looked at Zhang Sheng meaningfully, with approval in his eyes.

No matter which sect or family it is, if such a young man emerges from the incense inheritance, it is bound to prosper and have great influence.

If there were such a person among the disciples of the Wang family, I'm afraid their ancestral graves would be burned down.

It’s a pity that such a Zhang Sheng was born in the already destroyed Southern Zhang.

"No wonder, no wonder the throne of the Lord of Nan Zhang has been passed into your hands." Wang Qiankun said lightly.

Only if it is passed on to such descendants will Nan Zhang have the possibility of expanding again.

"Me?" Zhang Sheng's eyes darkened slightly, but he smiled.

"Thank you for your compliment, Senior. I am only temporarily acting as the Lord of Nan Zhang..."

"Temporarily taking over!?" Wang Qiankun raised his eyelids slightly.

"If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful object. My little brother is much more capable than me, but he still has a long way to go..."

Zhang Sheng whispered slowly, he turned around and looked at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with endless feelings and emotions.

"If one day, I become a tool..."

"He is the Lord of Nan Zhang!"

The calm words echoed in the mountains. At this moment, the world was silent. The big moon was shining brightly, washing the blue sky clean.

"Brother..." Zhang Fan's eyes trembled slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Lord of Nan Zhang!?"

Wang Qiankun's eyes were deep as they passed over Zhang Sheng and fell on Zhang Fan. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"Li Linglong really gave birth to a good son."

He felt emotional at this moment. Putting aside the grudges, looking at the son of his old friend again, he felt a different feeling. The scenes of his youth always came to his mind.

"Let's go!"

In a flash, Wang Qiankun's mind became clear again. He waved his hand, looking disinterested.

"Brother, you can't..."

Suddenly, in the darkness of the night, a hurried voice came from a distance.

Under the moonlight, Wang Qianan looked anxious and gestured to Wang Qiankun under the peach tree.

If this attempt fails and they let Ren Xiao and the Lord of Nan Zhang go, their Wang family will not be able to explain to Baihe Temple and the Taoist Alliance.

"We, the Wang family, don't need to explain to anyone." Wang Qiankun said calmly.

He had already become the Heavenly Master, and had seen through everything. There was almost nothing in the mundane world that could restrain him.

"Brother!"

Wang Qianan gritted his teeth. He could naturally understand Wang Qiankun’s state of mind. The realm of a Heavenly Master was different from what ordinary people thought.

But he is different. He is still a mortal and needs to consider the Wang family and future generations.

"Let's go!" Wang Qiankun's will is unshakable.

"Senior, see you later."

Zhang Sheng whispered, turned around and left.

Zhang Fan and Li Yishan followed closely behind.

The three masters got the Heavenly Master's approval, and they wanted to leave, and no one here could stop them.

As for the six zodiac animals hidden in Luoying Mountain, they had already disappeared. No one expected that the situation would develop to this point and end so abruptly.

The seven zodiac animals gathered together, but only one died, and that was at the hands of the zodiac animal himself.

Rosen hid his life and death, but Ren Xiao broke through the barrier and left in a swagger.

"The Wang family must give an explanation." Han Wenlong looked grim.

Rosen was a practitioner of [Jia Sheng Gui Si] cultivated by Baihe Temple. Originally, it was expected that he would rely on the Wang family to kill the Human Zodiac. If he could truly master this method, the Thirteen Human Zodiacs would collapse and severely damage the Wuwei Sect.

But now, all the plans have been shattered.

"What explanation does our Wang family need to give you?" Wang Qingshan raised his eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Han Wenlong clenched his hands, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Now, after all, he is still on the Wang family's territory, and he cannot be too presumptuous. He can only endure it and return to Shangjing to report what happened here, and then make plans.

"Humph!"

Wang Qingshan snorted coldly and said no more, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at Han Wenlong.

"Zhang Fan!"

Meng Qiwu turned around, took another look at the depths of Luoying Mountain, and then left with everyone.

……

The night was deeper.

The deep mountains returned to their former silence, and the Tomb of the Living Dead left by Taoist Chongyang disappeared again, invisible to ordinary people.

"Brother Qingyi, let's go back."

Wang Qinglian held the wheelchair and looked down at Wang Qingyi.

She had been here for two hours, and it was almost dawn. She didn't know what Wang Qingyi was looking at, she just sat there in a daze.

"Qinglian, you go back." Wang Qingyi suddenly said.

"Um!?"

Wang Qinglian was stunned for a moment: "Brother Qingyi, what do you mean?"

"I plan to live in seclusion here, just like Master Chongyang." Wang Qingyi suddenly said.

"Here?" Wang Qinglian's expression suddenly changed.

Naturally, she could understand what Wang Qingyi meant. He didn't just want to live in the Wang family compound, but to go deep into the mountains to eat the wind and drink the dew, and live in caves, just like the founder of Chongyang who dug tombs to practice.

But Wang Qingyi is different from Master Chongyang. His cultivation has been abolished and he is not much different from ordinary people. It is questionable whether he can survive if he escapes into the mountains alone.

"The living dead... the living dead... this is the living dead..."

Wang Qingyi smiled, and he stood up tremblingly with the help of the wheelchair.

"Brother Qingyi..." Wang Qinglian couldn't help but shout.

"Qinglian, go back. We will meet again in this life, but that should be many years later." Wang Qingyi looked back and smiled.

The smile on his face was extremely calm and peaceful.

Wang Qinglian looked at it and was stunned.

Just as she was stunned, Wang Qingyi had already walked into the mountains and disappeared into the night.

"But one peak suddenly grew taller, and then I realized that the unmoving one was the real mountain."

Wang Qingyi's voice echoed in the vast night, like the mumbling of a mortal in a dream.

"Brother Qingyi..."

Wang Qinglian came to her senses and rushed out like crazy. However, the world was vast and the mountains and rivers were immense, but she could no longer find Wang Qingyi.

"Qing Yi, this kid..."

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, Wang Qianan frowned and looked worried.

"It is truly the blessing of the ancestor. The successors will surely achieve great success."

Suddenly, Wang Qiankun whispered slowly. He looked at the direction where Wang Qingyi was going away, but there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

"Hmm?" Wang Qianan was stunned for a moment, then asked suspiciously: "Brother, do you mean..."

"The living dead... The living dead... If he doesn't know death, how can he know life?" Wang Qiankun said calmly: "If he enters this mountain and doesn't come out for twenty years..."

"The one who can carry forward the Chongyang Dharma lineage in the future is this person!"

Having said this, Wang Qiankun's eyes were brighter than ever before.

"The vast Chongyang lineage? Him?" Wang Qianan said in a trance.

Wang Qingyi’s cultivation has been wasted!
"Pure Yang... Pure Yang..."

"Everyone has their own destiny. This world is really interesting."

Wang Qiankun chuckled, turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared under the peach tree and into the night.

"You all have a predestined relationship. The Wang family is in big trouble this time."

Wang Qiankun curled his lips and looked at the sky speechlessly.

He knew very well that once what happened in Luoying Mountain got out, God knew how big a turmoil and how much trouble it would cause.

"Oh shit!"

In the darkness of the night, a sound of the quintessence of Chinese culture came from the heart, echoing in Luoying Mountain and dissolving into the quiet night.

……

Yujing City.

The clock on the wall of the living room made a ticking sound, and the second hand moved rhythmically.

The soft moonlight shines through the window and splashes onto the balcony.

A graceful figure leaned against the wall, with short shoulder-length hair and empty eyes.

Jiang Lai, she looked out the window leisurely at the quiet neighborhood, her thoughts already in a state of confusion.

She felt something in her heart, and scenes from the past emerged in her mind.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to twenty-four years ago.

Twenty-four years ago, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

She sat quietly on the bank of Zhu Lake. The old man in front of her was waving his paintbrush, and a vivid figure slowly appeared on the paper.

"Girl, the painting is almost done..."

The old painter wrote the date in the corner: September 9th, Xinsi Year…

"Okay, one hundred..."

As soon as he said this, the old man who was painting suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly and looked in one direction.

There, the white clouds in the sky were dyed red, as if there was a fire, infecting half of the sky.

"The magical power of Taoism, Samadhi True Fire!?"

The old painter's hand trembled violently, his eyes showed deep doubt, and the paintbrush at his fingertips fell to the ground.

"Your last name is Zhang too!?"

Suddenly, an ethereal and cold voice sounded.

The old painter's eyes suddenly darkened. He turned around, but there was nothing in front of him. There was no trace of anyone. Only the girl with shoulder-length hair on the drawing paper looked vivid and lifelike.

The date on the corner of the drawing paper reads: September 9, Xinsi Year…

Rumble…

In the distance, the sky was filled with red clouds, which became more and more dazzling.

On Zhu Lake, a small boat was drifting, swaying in the wind.

Inside the cabin, there seemed to be a shadow sinking across the sky, like a dark night surging, spreading towards the water of Pearl Lake and infecting the surging waves.

The huge Zhu Lake was like a mirror, except for the place where the small boat was located, which seemed distorted, blurry and wriggling.

"The normal sequence of time has finally begun!!"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the cabin, like a long breeze, blowing thousands of miles away, and echoing above the mirror-like blue waves of Pearl Lake.

(End of this chapter)