Pure Yang!

Chapter 87: The Secret of the Evil Spirit, the Dividing Spirit Technique (5k chapter)

The black fog rose like a great demon, and an evil spirit appeared in the darkness.

"Zhang Fan!?"

"Why is it you? How could it be you?"

Xiong Ba's soul was shaking like a raging flame. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ferocious god that walked out of the black fog in front of him. He could not believe his eyes.

He never dreamed that the ferocious god suppressed in the Xiong family ancestral hall actually looked like Zhang Fan.

"The Taiyi lineage is of the same spirit, and the day I teach you this method, we are destined to meet again."

In the black fog, the phantom that looked very much like Zhang Fan swayed like a phantom, and a faint voice echoed in Xiong Ba's inner soul.

Xiong Ba looked puzzled when he heard this, but he only had a vague understanding of such words.

Could it be that the day this evil spirit taught him the Taiyi Death Art, he had already anticipated that he would meet Zhang Fan! ?
"You... who are you?" Xiong Ba's soul couldn't help but ask.

Although the ferocious creature in front of him looked exactly like Zhang Fan, the feeling was completely different and it was obvious that they were not the same person.

"Bring him here." The strange figure spoke in the black mist.

"Who? Zhang Fan?" Xiong Ba was surprised and confused.

hum...

At this moment, the black fog suddenly surged up, sweeping like a raging tide and dissipating madly.

"Etc., etc……"

Xiong Ba's soul shook violently and he immediately came back from his inner scene.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall, filled with smoke from incense and flickering candlelight, with two shadows stretching across his eyes.

Xiong Ba looked up and saw Xiong Qianxing and Ming Chenxuan had walked in at some point.

"Xiong Ba, when did you come back?" Xiong Qianxing said lightly with a smile on his face.

"Just got back." Xiong Ba's voice was a little dry.

The last time there was a clan fight, he suffered a lot at the hands of Xiong Qianxing.

"Why didn't you come over to say hello when you came back? Do you think I'm not important to you?"

Xiong Qianxing's eyes narrowed slightly and his voice turned cold. Right now, he had a fire of anger in his heart that he had no place to vent. Now that someone had come to his doorstep, he would naturally not let him go.

Persimmons should be picked soft ones.

"I didn't have time..." Xiong Ba stood up and hurriedly explained.

"Not in time?" Xiong Qianxing sneered, "I'll slap you now and then apologize to you. Do you think it's too late?"

"you……"

Xiong Ba's face changed when he heard this: "Don't go too far."

"How about I bully you?" Xiong Qianxing smiled. On normal days, he really wouldn't take Xiong Ba seriously, but today, he had to vent.

"You're unlucky to run into him." Ming Chenxuan looked at Xiong Ba with some sympathy.

"come over……"

Xiong Qianxing moved his five fingers, making a creaking sound. He winked at Xiong Ba and shouted in a deep and commanding tone.

"Xiong Qianxing, don't think I'm easy to bully." Xiong Ba gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Hehe, I just thought you were easy to bully."

Xiong Qianxing's eyes turned cold, he made a seal with his hands, opened his mouth, and blew out a breath of foul wind, which was the Xiong family's [Guan Yin Feng].

This is his specialty, a Taoist magic. It was cultivated by gathering the yin energy from countless corpses and dry bones with a breath of turbid dark wind. Once the dark wind enters the brain, an evil disease will suddenly occur.

"You forced me."

Xiong Ba's expression suddenly darkened, and a hint of ferocity flashed across his evasive eyes.

These days, he followed Zhang Fan, practicing the Taiyi Deadly Art. His Taoism improved, and naturally he became bolder. His blood boiled, and facing the rolling dark wind and turbid air, he did not retreat, but took a step forward and moved first.

Rumble…

At this moment, there seemed to be a gray mist in Xiong Ba's palm, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped. In a trance, the gray mist condensed and fused, and it was like a knife that easily tore apart the foul air.

"Is this... the gathering of evil spirits into evil?!"

Xiong Qianxing's expression suddenly changed. He couldn't believe the scene before him.

The Xiong family's Taoist magic is all about refining Yin, including his foul air.

Gathering negative energy to form evil is already considered an extremely advanced skill. In comparison, his foul air is nothing.

"How is this possible!?" There seemed to be a voice roaring in Xiong Qianxing's heart.

This marginal figure who is not even considered a direct disciple, was defeated by him in the clan fight a few days ago. How come he has such means now?

hum...

Before he could think too much, Xiong Ba had already flashed in front of him like a ghost. The wind was howling, murderous energy was surging, and the terrifying force landed on Xiong Qianxing's abdomen.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was in an icy cave. A mouthful of blood gushed out, his waist began to shrink, his vitality dissipated, and his hair instantly turned dry and yellow and fell off.

This is the symptom of Xuanyin entering the body and causing evil spirits to arise.

boom……

With a loud bang, Xiong Qianxing flew out horizontally, then fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood again, and his face turned extremely pale.

"Young Master Xing!"

Ming Chenxuan's expression suddenly changed, and he hurried forward to support him, but his eyes were fixed on Xiong Ba while he was afraid to dodge.

He didn't expect that the inevitable defeat would lead to such an incredible turn of events.

That rubbish... he actually hid his true strength! ?
"You...you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!?"

With the help of Ming Chenxuan, Xiong Qianxing staggered to his feet, staring at Xiong Ba without blinking.

He had to admit that he underestimated this loser.

"Xiong Qianxing, who do you think you are? Can you really be so domineering?" Xiong Ba succeeded in one move and instantly gained confidence.

"If you dare to play tough with me again, it won't be as easy as it is today."

At this moment, Xiong Ba suddenly felt proud. The depression and gloom from being bullied was swept away. His spine seemed to straighten up, and his temperament became a little different.

"roll."

In the past, he would never have dared to say such words, but today, facing Xiong Qianxing who had bullied him in the past, he spoke with great force and authority.

Xiong Qianxing's expression changed again and again. He gritted his teeth and could only leave the ancestral hall in shame.

"I've become stronger."

Xiong Ba looked at Xiong Qianxing's receding figure, then looked at his own hands.

Just now, although he defeated Xiong Qianxing with the help of the evil spirit passed on to him by Zhang Fan, he also knew that it was because of the hard training in these days that the true yang in his body was gradually sufficient, his soul was gradually strengthened, and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, so that he could control such power.

"Zhang Fan!"

Xiong Ba was thoughtful, chewing on the name, and subconsciously looked at the old jar at the highest point of the ancestral hall's shrine. Then a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he strode out of the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall.

The faint incense produces green smoke, all you need to do is light a red candle.

A moment later, Xiong Guanchen and Xiong Baoping walked in.

Xiong Guanchen, with gray hair, hunched over, looking at the bloodstains on the ground, but a gleam of brilliance emerged in his cloudy eyes.

“Refine Yin to become evil…Apart from the direct descendants of my Xiong family, is there any other such seedling?”

"Dad..." Xiong Baoping seemed moved.

Refining Yin into evil, among the direct disciples of the Xiong family, there are not many who can reach this level.

"There are still talented people outside the direct lineage." Xiong Guanchen said in a deep voice.

"It was only after Ming Chengjun left the Ming family that he realized the unique skill of [Ghost Gate Divine Needle]..."

"And Sanqi... He wasn't a direct disciple back then..."

Speaking of this, Xiong Guanchen's old face trembled slightly, and a look of regret emerged.

"The Ghost King of Yinshan, Xiong Sanqi."

He was a well-known figure in Yujing City back then. Within the three generations of the Xiong family, no one could match him. With his own strength, he could overwhelm all the direct descendants of the Xiong family.

"Dad, I admit that his talent is indeed terrifying, but with his temper, it would definitely be a disaster if he stayed in the Xiong family..." Xiong Baoping said gritting his teeth.

Even though he is now the patriarch of the Xiong family, he has to admit that Xiong Sanqi is far stronger than him.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this reality that he could not imagine what the Xiong family would be like if it were in the hands of Xiong Sanqi.

"Back then, Xiong Sanqi and the Nine-Fingered Demon followed..."

"All right……"

Xiong Guanchen raised his hand, interrupting Xiong Baoping's recollection of the past, and seemed unwilling to mention it.

"That little guy just now is called Xiong Ba, right?"

"Well, he originally practiced with Gu Yuming." Xiong Baoping nodded.

"He is from the outer sect, but he has such talent. Could he be another Xiong Sanqi?" Xiong Guanchen couldn't help but sigh: "Perhaps, there is something wrong with the Xiong family's method of cultivating talents."

"Dad, a monster like Xiong Sanqi is just an exception. In the long run, concentrating resources and cultivating direct descendants is still the best solution for the family's inheritance and prosperity." Xiong Baoping said in a deep voice.

The Xiong family has been passed down for so many generations, it is impossible that there is only one [Ghost King of Yinshan]...

Xiong Sanqi is already an anomaly and cannot be regarded as ordinary. Otherwise, he would not have resolutely left the Xiong family that year, and even followed that man, traveling across the southeast, sweeping across seven provinces and making countless enemies.

"In any case...we should still give a little help to that little guy named Xiong Ba." Xiong Guanchen said in a serious voice.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistake as Xiong Sanqi. As long as they were talented, whether they were inside or outside the company, they should be won over.

"I've made a note of that." Xiong Baoping nodded. "Also... those little guys down there need to be tidied up. With such a mentality, how can they practice and attain enlightenment?" Xiong Guanchen changed the subject, his voice becoming as cold as frost.

Xiong Baoping remained silent and just nodded. He knew that the old man was talking about disciples like Xiong Qianxing. People with such a character would definitely not be a minority in a big family like the Xiong family.

Their status as direct descendants and a comfortable life made these people forget their duties as ascetics and developed bad habits of being bossy.

"It's time to tidy up." Xiong Baoping nodded.

……

As evening approached, people began to come out of the Taoyuan Plaza office building one after another, but the lights on most floors were still on. After all, companies that don't require overtime only exist in science fiction movies.

"Zhang Fan, after get off work, please go to [Zhizu Changle], there is a newcomer there..."

Jiang Hu swung his swivel chair, moved closer to Zhang Fan, and spoke in a low voice.

I have to say that after this foot massage shop [Zhizu Changle] opened in Taoyuan Square, business is indeed booming...

Washing welcomes guests from all over the world, and health care is given to heroes. In just one month, Jiang Hu became a regular visitor there.

"Newbie?"

"She's pretty, her skills are professional, and her life story is tragic... I'll choose her from now on." Jiang Hu said in a low voice.

"A miserable life?" Zhang Fan was stunned. Why did he feel like he had heard Li Yishan say such words?

"Yes, this girl..."

"She has a gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother, and she is sensible. If I don't help her, who will?" Zhang Fan said subconsciously.

"Fuck...how did you know?" Jiang Hu shouted.

"I have a friend. I'll introduce him to you some other day." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said indifferently.

"Friends? What does that mean?" Jiang Hu looked puzzled.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster, mom's dad..."

At this moment, a pleasant ringtone suddenly rang in the silent office.

Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was Xiong Ba.

"Hey."

"Is it convenient to talk?"

Xiong Ba’s business came from the other end of the phone.

"You wait."

Zhang Fan looked around, stood up and walked out of the company. When he came to the corridor, he whispered, "What's the matter? Tell me."

"I……"

Xiong Ba paused for a moment, organized his words, and then told exactly what happened to him in the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall.

"Evil spirit!" Zhang Fan's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and instantly he remembered the box he brought back from the Ming family's old house that day. There were eight words written on the note inside:
If the night is dark, the evil spirit can be eliminated.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Zhang Fan's expression turned strange.

"I'm definitely not mistaken. I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes."

"..."

"How is this possible? How could there be another me?" Zhang Fan's brows almost turned into the shape of a "川" character.

"I also felt it was strange, so I called you right away."

Xiong Ba's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How long has this...evil spirit been hiding in your house?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"ten years!"

"Ten years!?" Zhang Fan paused.

Ten years ago, he was exactly twelve years old.

"I understand." Zhang Fan calmed down a little, and then reminded: "Don't tell anyone about this."

"I understand, Brother Fan, what are you going to do?" Xiong Ba remembered the ferocious god's instructions.

"Let me think about it and wait for my notice."

"Okay." Xiong Ba said heavily and hung up the phone immediately.

"another me?"

Zhang Fan looked at the light on the screen of his mobile phone with a puzzled look. He turned around and went back to the company, still seemingly immersed in what Xiong Ba said.

"It's time to get off work. Let's go."

At this moment, Jiang Hu's voice came, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

At the same time, Bai Bu Ran just walked out of the office and was about to leave the company.

"You go first, I have something else to do."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan quickly stood up and blocked Bai Bu Ran's way.

"Boss, I have something to ask you."

"Work? Why are you still talking about work after work?" Bai Buran checked the time and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

"It's not about work." Zhang Fan curled his lips. Who the hell is crazy enough to talk to the boss about work after get off work?

"Come with me."

Bai Bu Ran took a quick look and took Zhang Fan into the office.

"Fuck? It's rolling up already?" Jiang Hu murmured softly as he looked at the two people who walked into the office.

"Should we work overtime?" Wen He came over and asked thoughtfully.

……

At this time, in the office.

Bai Bu Ran held the thermos cup, blew away the tea leaves floating on it, and took a small sip.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Boss, you have practiced for longer than any of us and are very knowledgeable. I want to ask you something..."

The only elder Zhang Fan could consult...if we could count him as an elder, it seemed that the only one was Bai Bu Ran.

After all, among those who are not bright, Bai Bushan has the highest cultivation level. He used the Five Thunders Method to drive away Wang Tao, the Pig.

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your practice?" Bai Bu Ran chuckled.

In his opinion, Zhang Fan's cultivation speed was too fast, and it was normal for him to encounter difficulties. In fact, he should have encountered difficulties a long time ago.

"That's not true..."

"..."

"Just a little confused."

"What's your doubt?" Bai Bu Ran put down the thermos and asked casually.

"Boss, do you think it's possible for a person to have two souls?"

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, but finally expressed his doubts.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Bu Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "The soul is born from birth, and a person can only have one soul. How can there be two souls?"

The primordial spirit resides in the entrance hall. Any gain or loss of it will cause a chain reaction. In the best case, the person will become a vegetable, and in the worst case, the person will die.

Such a slight change can have such a huge impact on the human body, not to mention having two souls.

"One person possessing two souls... This kind of thing is simply a fantasy. I have never heard of it... But I have heard of two people possessing one soul." Bai Bu Ran suddenly changed the subject.

"This generation of Laojun Mountain has cultivated two disciples, brothers from the same mother, named Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang..."

"I heard that they are born with a talent that allows them to merge their two souls into one, creating an effect where 1+1 is greater than 2."

When Bai Bu Ran mentioned this secret, he was also amazed.

The fusion of the primordial spirits is no small matter, and the power formed is unimaginable. Because of this, the two brothers of the Qi family have a strong reputation among Taoists in the world.

"Really?" Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something, and murmured, "I understand."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan was about to get up and leave.

"But..."

At this moment, Bai Bu Ran changed the subject and brought Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"what?"

"When I was practicing in the mountains, I heard a strange story."

"what?"

"Have you heard of [Three Corpses Guarding Life]?" Bai Bu Ran asked instead of answering.

Zhang Fan shook his head, looking confused.

"That is the world's number one achievement, ranked among the nine great legends..." Bai Bu Ran's eyes were deep.

He naturally knew that in the Taoist world, only one person had mastered this skill in the past hundred years, and that was the Taoist Sanshi who was known as the world's number one master eighty years ago.

"Among the three corpses that illuminate life, there is a Taoist technique... It is said that it can split and divide the human soul..."

"This Dharma is called..."

"The art of distracting the mind!" Bai Bu Ran's voice was deep and mysterious, echoing in Zhang Fan's ears.

(End of this chapter)