Pure Yang!

Chapter 519 Two Inches of Edge! Completely Gone Mad

Wandering aimlessly in the dead of night, the moonlight is like a mournful shadow.

Before the Lüzu Temple, battles raged like lightning, like the churning of ocean waves, fierce and intense, yet returned to deathly silence in a very short time.

From Zhang Fan's appearance to the end of the battle, the fight, which was as swift as thunder and fire, actually ended in just five minutes.

Leng Canxiang, Qin Tiandeng, Yuan Baitian, Feng Qinghan...

These four masters had already achieved great success in their cultivation and had developed their inner elixir. If they lived in ancient times, they would have been capable of establishing their own sects and becoming powerful figures in their respective regions.

However, in less than five minutes, they were all wiped out, their bodies destroyed, becoming Zhang Fan's dead souls.

"How long has it been since he...?"

At this moment, Wang Tao, hidden in the shadows, took in everything before him; the alluring face had long since lost all color…

Only fear and trembling remained!

Only my liver and gallbladder are shattered!

His eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with turmoil, to the point where he was almost unable to think straight.

Wang Tao clearly remembered that when he first met Zhang Fan in Yujing City more than a year ago, the other party had just awakened his primordial spirit and was at the level of a magic apprentice.

However, in less than two years, this person grew to such a terrifying level, as if riding a dragon into the sky or a tiger returning to the mountain.

Those are the four highest levels of cultivation, and even the weakest among them has reached the fifth level of inner core cultivation.

Leng Canxiang, who had reached the seventh level of the Inner Core stage and stood at the third level of the Zhai Shou realm, was a top expert in the world. And yet... she died.
Thinking of this, Wang Tao's awe grew wildly, like weeds, and could no longer be suppressed, reaching an unparalleled level.

He finally understood that Zhang Fan was a man who transcended common sense and could not be measured by worldly standards and frameworks.

Rumble…

Just as Wang Tao was feeling agitated, a violent fluctuation came and pulled his attention back.

Before the Lüzu Temple lay the figures of Dao Alliance experts, like walking corpses, devoid of life. One by one, their primordial spirits soared into the sky, like stars in the night, only to vanish in an instant, transforming into surging streams of light that merged into Zhang Fan's body.

Among them, the primordial spirits of Qin Tiandeng, Leng Canxiang, Yuan Baitian, and Feng Qinghan transformed into streams of light, shining like bright stars and dazzling the most.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was like the long, dark night, like the endless void.

The invisible fluctuations were like the gates of heaven opening wide, swallowing up all the primordial spirits and flowing light.

The black and white energies intertwined, concealing a primordial spirit as deep as an abyss. Even with its dazzling and intense light, it could not fill the ravines of that abyss.

Endless streams of light surged forth, as if returning to the embrace of heaven and earth, becoming a part of Zhang Fan's primordial spirit, and strengthening the boiling and clamorous black and white energies.

At the same time, four inner cores floated into the air, like rows of suns, surrounding Zhang Fan.

hum...

An invisible wave emanated from Zhang Fan's body, and the four inner cores disintegrated at a visible speed, turning into a pale golden torrent that surged and roared, all pouring into Zhang Fan's dantian.

The primordial spirit is the root of sexuality.

The inner elixir is the foundation of life.

When life and death intertwine, it is like the mixing of yin and yang, forging a Dragon-Tiger Elixir, going against the flow of the mortal world, knocking on the gates of heaven, hoping for immortality, and reaching the boundless.

Rumble…

In an instant, Zhang Fan's body became like a furnace, and a tremendous change occurred inside.

The black and white energies surged and boiled, and his primordial spirit underwent another transformation. In a daze, strange phenomena appeared one after another, and layers of energy arose, like a bright day or an endless night. Black and white coexisted in the sky, and gods and demons stood side by side.

In the mind...

Inside the Yuan Palace...

The light of sexual energy descended like a true fire, refining and purifying the vast primordial essence that surged into the dantian.

Rumble…

Within Zhang Fan's dantian, it seemed as if wind and thunder were surging and rivers were rushing.

The essence of the inner core that was devoured was refined and purified under the domineering melting of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo and the tempering of the True Fire of Sexual Light, turning into the most fundamental life resources, frantically nourishing and tempering his own inner core that had reached the peak of the fifth stage.

hum...

A clear, melodious sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, rang out.

Within Zhang Fan's dantian, on the round, radiant inner core, beside the original five clear Dao patterns, a sixth complex and mysterious golden pattern suddenly appeared, solidified, and condensed.

A tremendous sense of power instantly filled his limbs and bones, and his aura surged, breaking through an invisible barrier.

Sixth stage of inner alchemy!

The Great Realm of Zhaishou, let's take another step forward!
"He broke through! He broke through again!"

In the distance, Wang Tao sensed the change in Zhang Fan's aura, and his previously numb face once again showed shock.

"In less than two years... he directly went from nascent soul revival to the sixth stage of inner core cultivation!?"

A voice seemed to be roaring and howling in Wang Tao's heart.

He looked at Zhang Fan with the same gaze he would give a person who defied common sense, an anomaly who defied fate.

Such speed is simply astonishing. Even the world's number one [Three Corpse Taoist] back then, and now the Pure Yang Limitless [Transcendent True Man], might not be able to achieve it at this age.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan's transformation did not stop; the energy he absorbed was far too vast.

The inner elixir transforms into liquid, and the primordial spirit flows with light.

Life and death intertwined, surging, colliding, merging, and changing within him...

Zhang Fan's body increasingly resembled a furnace of heaven and earth, with his Yuan Palace and Lingtai radiating boundless light, his Jiang Palace and Shenfu circulating the blood and energy throughout his body, and his Xuan Palace and Qi Sea nurturing an unparalleled elixir...

A terrifying life essence is merging, conceiving, and multiplying...

Rumble…

Just then, a strange yet familiar fluctuation suddenly emanated from Zhang Fan's pocket.

Zhang Fan's heart stirred, and a black stream of light rose into the air and appeared in front of him.

"Black iron sheet."

Since the Battle of Yujing River Beach, the black iron plate had been completely silent, as if the battle had been a huge drain on him, leaving him in a deep sleep from which he could not wake up. Yet, it suddenly revived here.

hum...

At this moment, this seemingly broken and inconspicuous piece of iron seemed to be connected to Zhang Fan by blood, generating a thirsty resonance.

It didn't need Zhang Fan to activate it, yet it seemed to be a part of Zhang Fan's body, beginning to absorb the life essence within him that hadn't yet fully integrated into himself, but which he had repeatedly refined to perfection.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

He naturally knew that the black iron piece was a fragment of the legendary Corpse-Slaying Sword, one of the nine legendary weapons.

Since the black iron plate was re-sharpened by chance in the Tomb of the Living Dead, it has remained silent.

It wasn't until the great battle on the Yujing River beach that this thing first revealed its ferocity, its sharpness soaring to the sky, earth-shattering, directly piercing through Fan Lingzhou, who was at the level of the Abbot, and almost completely annihilating him.

That outburst brought a terrible backlash, almost draining Zhang Fan of all his power. He was severely injured and on the verge of death afterward, largely due to this.

From then on, the black iron sheet lost its luster; though its "sharpness" remained, its "gloss" had faded.

Now, as the intense life essence surges in, the chillingly dark, sharp edge of the iron plate begins to grow and extend anew.

"It's charging!?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened in delight.

In just a moment, the sharp, flowing light at the edge of the black iron plate grew by half an inch, its dark light swirling and radiating a more restrained yet deadly aura than before.

"Tsk tsk, I never thought this thing could be used like this?" Zhang Fan murmured to himself.

The Corpse-Slaying Sword was originally designed to counter the Three Corpses Calamity.

The primordial spirit is innate, accompanied by the three corpses.

No wonder the black iron plate reacted to the life essence fused with the primordial spirit and inner core. Rumble...

Zhang Fan looked at the black iron plate in front of him, which was greedily absorbing the essence and growing sharper, and a trace of fervor and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

He could vaguely discern from the fluctuations emanating from the black iron plate that when the sharp edge grew to three inches, its power would reach a new level, enough to pose a real and fatal threat to a life at the Guanyin realm.

Most importantly, by then, such sharpness will no longer require absorbing Zhang Fan's own power.

The road ahead remains treacherous, but the strength in my hands is growing at an astonishing rate.

If a person survives a calamity, they can achieve immortality and become a deity.

At this moment, both Zhang Fan and the black iron piece underwent the most wonderful and incredible transformation after experiencing a great calamity.

Rumble…

Finally, the life essence that Zhang Fan had absorbed and refined within his body was exhausted.

The changes in the black iron sheet came to an abrupt halt, and its chilling, terrifying sharpness grew to nearly two inches.

Under the moonlight, the black iron piece landed in Zhang Fan's palm, emitting a soft hum. Its sharp, dark light flowed around it, causing Wang Tao to feel a strong tremor even from a distance, as if with just one glance, his gaze, his thoughts, and his primordial spirit would be torn apart.

"What is that thing?!" Wang Tao's heart pounded, but he dared not ask any more questions and quickly averted his gaze.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Fan slowly put the black iron piece back into his pocket.

He stood alone on the ruins, his aura harmonious and restrained, devoid of any of the violence he had displayed earlier. Instead, he exuded a serene and composed presence, like a deep pool and a towering mountain.

The immense power of the sixth stage of internal alchemy surged through the meridians like a river, the black and white energies of the primordial spirit merged and flowed, the spiritual platform was clear and bright, and one could perceive every subtle yet powerful change in oneself. A sense of control over oneself and a glimpse of a higher path filled the heart.

"As expected, my calamity has arrived. This escape wasn't in vain." Zhang Fan smiled with satisfaction.

At this point, not only had he fully recovered from his injuries, but his cultivation and strength had also advanced further. Moreover, he had discovered a new use for the black iron sheet, making his gains truly substantial.

"Come here," Zhang Fan said softly, regaining his composure.

At this moment, Wang Tao cautiously emerged from the corner. His steps were slow and even slightly trembling. He approached Zhang Fan, bowed his head slightly, and his eyes revealed an uncontrollable, almost instinctive awe.

"Huh!? What do you mean? Are you afraid of me?" Zhang Fan looked at Wang Tao's appearance, paused for a moment, and then asked with a strange expression.

"How...how could this be?" Wang Tao stammered.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's image in his mind had undergone earth-shattering changes. Standing here, he seemed to be facing the legendary Wuwei Sect Master who held the power of life and death and looked down on all living beings, or the world's number one master who once stirred up the world's storms, the Three Corpse Taoist.

This feeling of awe and trepidation that came from the depths of his soul was an experience he had never had before.

Even back then, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in the Tomb of the Living Dead, when faced with the terrifying pressure of the sudden emergence of the human-shaped statue and forced to submit, my mind was more about weighing the situation and yielding to the powerful force, rather than the strange feeling I have now, as if facing a higher level of life.

"What are you afraid of? You should know me, I've always been gentle and kind, what's there to be afraid of?" Zhang Fan said calmly.

“Yes…yes…” Wang Tao’s face twitched suddenly, and he managed to force a smile.

Gentle and kind?

He is indeed gentle and kind; whatever he says is right.

hum...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan flicked his finger, and a condensed stream of light flew out instantly.

Within that flowing light, black and white energies faintly intertwined, carrying a pure radiance originating from the very source of the primordial spirit.

Before Wang Tao could react, it directly entered his brow and heart.

"what……"

Wang Tao was terrified and let out a shrill scream. He felt a splitting headache, as if his head was about to explode.

Within his spiritual realm, his primordial spirit was as if it had been thrown into purgatory, sometimes burning as if scorched by raging flames, sometimes falling into a deep abyss of ice, freezing his soul to the bone.

Countless chaotic and powerful fragmented thoughts, insights, and even resentments belonging to those fallen masters, like an out-of-control torrent, frantically intertwined and collided within his primordial spirit, as if trying to completely tear apart and assimilate his consciousness.

"Sect Master... Sect Master, spare my life... Your subordinate is utterly loyal and has no selfish motives..." Wang Tao knelt on the ground, clutching his head, and let out a painful wail, even changing his form of address.

"What are you saying? What do you take me for? This is your opportunity." Zhang Fan leaned down and patted the struggling Wang Tao.

That luminous object was a great pill formed from the essence of the primordial spirit. Although it was only formed from leftover scraps, it was still extraordinary and unpredictable.

If he could refine it, with Wang Tao's foundation, reaching the Great Master realm shouldn't be difficult.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of clarity returned to Wang Tao's eyes.

"However, the world is balanced; there is never anything that comes without effort or can be achieved overnight," Zhang Fan said calmly, patting his shoulder.

"If you want to steal the secrets of heaven and take a shortcut, you must sign a life-or-death pledge and endure the tribulations of heaven and earth."

This is just like the principle of life: either you suffer first and enjoy the good things later, or you enjoy the good things first and suffer later.

To attain that supreme realm and save time, one must transform future toil into tribulations and consume them all at once.

Therefore, refining this primordial spirit pill carries considerable risk.

"This..." Wang Tao was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this.

This was indeed an opportunity, but also a calamity. However, upon hearing that he could break through to the Great Master realm, he still felt some anticipation.

"Little pig, you're finally eating well." Zhang Fan grinned.

"But take it slow, no rush... It's not that easy to make rapid progress in a short period of time."

"This is true cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, a strange expression appeared on Wang Tao's face. He wondered how Zhang Fan could have made such rapid breakthroughs in such a short time, reaching an outrageous level.

"Do you know how much suffering I've endured and how many tribulations I've survived?" Zhang Fan glanced at him sideways, as if he could see right through him.

Wang Tao gave an awkward smile and said no more.

"Let's go, we can really leave now." Zhang Fan turned and walked away.

In the darkness of night, Wang Tao took a deep look at the seven bright red characters on the broken walls: "The murderer is the Three Corpse Taoist." His expression was solemn.

He knew that once the news got out after tonight, the Dao Alliance and even the whole world would be shaken.

With this in mind, he dared not linger and turned to follow, driving Zhang Fan away from the bloody ruins once again, following the route they had taken, and exiting the majestic Shanhaiguan Pass once more.

As the car traveled beyond the pass, the night grew increasingly deep.

The scenery outside the window was vastly different from that inside the pass; the world seemed even more expansive and boundless. The distant mountains, like dark eyebrows, appeared even more majestic and mysterious under the night sky. The cold air, when inhaled, carried a more primal and chilling flavor, unlike that of the area inside the pass.

Looking out the window at the completely different night view beyond the Great Wall, Zhang Fan felt the surging power within him, and his heart was filled with a sense of openness and joy.

Wang Tao gripped the steering wheel, his face clouded with worry.

He suppressed the excruciating pain from refining the Primordial Spirit Pill while speaking with a worried expression, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Sect Master, this has really blown up too much. So many people have died in succession. I'm afraid a master-level expert will arrive tomorrow."

Once the news from Qinhuang City gets out, who knows how the Dao Alliance will react? It's almost predictable that an even more terrifying storm is about to hit.

“They must think we’ll flee all the way north, heading straight for the area beyond the Great Wall,” Zhang Fan said thoughtfully, posing a seemingly simple question.

Wang Tao nodded matter-of-factly: "This is not a assumption, but a fact."

"We are now outside the pass!"

“In that case…” Zhang Fan pondered for a moment, a glint of unfathomable brilliance flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go back!"

Rumble…

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao slammed on the brakes, the car screeching as the tires left two alarming tracks on the cold road.

Under the moonlight, Wang Tao suddenly turned around, looking at Zhang Fan in disbelief. A look of shock and disorientation appeared on her beautiful face, as if a figure was shouting in her heart.

"He's gone mad... completely mad!!!"

(End of this chapter)