Pure Yang!

Chapter 90: The Ghost King of Yinshan Returns After Ten Years (5k Chapter)

The next day, early morning.

On Provincial Highway 213, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light sped past, rolling up the cans on the road, making clanging sounds.

"Why do you look like you haven't woken up yet?" Jiang Hu looked at Zhang Fan through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but speak.

"An uncle came and drank two extra glasses last night."

Zhang Fan rubbed his temples and watched the cars speeding past outside the window.

"The Xiong family is not in Yujing City."

"They have a lot of industries in Yujing City, but their roots are outside Yujing City. I heard it's a village." Jiang Hu said casually while driving.

"You haven't been?"

"It was Old Yu who went before. The Xiong family is from the Yinshan lineage, and they have some conflicts with me." Jiang Hulu said lightly.

He practiced the authentic Maoshan Shangqing Taoism and had an instinctive resistance to the Yinshan Sect.

"Why does Lao Yu always take leave recently? I haven't seen him for half a month." Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

If it were any other company, I would have been fired long ago for taking leave so frequently.

"You don't know, there are many thunderstorms in summer. Lao Yu usually needs to take leave for more than a month due to his old rheumatism." Jiang Hu said while driving without turning his head.

"Where is Lao Yu from? Does he have any family members?" Zhang Fan asked.

Speaking of which, Lao Yu is already old, and I have never heard him mention his family. It seems that he has always been alone.

"He's from Bashu, so he doesn't seem to have any family." Jiang Hu shook his head.

Lao Yu seldom talks about his own affairs in the company. Perhaps only Bai Bu Ran knows the whole story about him.

In fact, everyone in the night has his or her own story and secrets.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan casually touched and took out a booklet from the gap between the seat back. There were two big characters written on the black page with crooked strokes.

"Long Zhi!"

"Whose is this?" Zhang Fan shook it.

Jiang Hu glanced through the rearview mirror and said casually, "It should be Lao Yu's. I think I saw it in his bag."

"Long Zhi!?" Zhang Fan opened the booklet curiously.

"Gaoyou Lake Dragon Absorbing Water Incident!"

"Qinghai Lake Shenglong Incident!"

"The dragon falling incident at Mazang Mountain!"

……

"What is this?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but show a strange look and immediately turned to a page.

"Chronicle of the Dragon Transformation of Dongyang in Bashu!"

In the southern part of Sichuan, there is a poor family in Dongyang Town. They have been poor for five generations. The current generation can only make a living by begging. They are over 30 years old and have not even married. No one in the village wants to associate with him. Seeing him is like avoiding the plague.

However, people have ups and downs. That year, the poor family suddenly became rich. Not only did they buy good farmland, they even bought the mountain behind the village and moved their ancestral graves there. The neighbors were all surprised.

Before long, he became a well-known wealthy businessman with many wives and concubines at home. Whenever he bought something, he would spend all kinds of money. When someone asked him how he became rich, he would keep silent.

It was not until the day of the poor man's 80th birthday party that he called his children to his side and told them the secret he had hidden for a lifetime.

In the winter when he was thirty-six years old, heavy snow blocked the mountains and the family’s food supply had long been exhausted. He thought he would starve to death in this harsh winter.

Who would have thought that the winter thunder that night was as terrifying as the beating of drums, and the thatched houses of the poor families were blown down. He crawled out of the ruins and saw hot air rising from the back mountain.

The poor man was brave enough to run over and saw a koi lying on the bank beside a small river at the back of the mountain. Steam was coming out of its body as if it had been burned by lightning.

The scales on the koi's body glowed with a faint golden glow, and it made a sound like a beast's roar, which was extremely scary.

The poor man was stunned, but because he had been begging for many years, he had some knowledge. He had heard people say before that this thing was called a dragon fish, a monster that failed to transform into a dragon. If an ordinary person encounters it, it will bring unexpected good luck.

The poor man dragged the koi back home and kept it in a tank. Sure enough, not long after, his life gradually improved.

Later, he spent a huge amount of money and found an expert who gave him an idea. The expert told the poor family to dig a deep well in the back mountain and raise the koi in it, and then build a tomb on it and move the ancestral grave in, so that his descendants would be rich for generations. However, ten years after his death, the tomb must be opened and a well dug to release the koi.

After the poor man said this to his children, he died the next day. Ten years later, his children chose an auspicious day according to the will and opened the ancestral tomb. Sure enough, there was an ancient well hidden three feet underground, sealed with chains. When everyone opened the ancient well, they heard the water below boiling violently, accompanied by the roar of beasts. Later, rumors spread that someone saw a dragon flying out of the mountains that day.

"Turning into a dragon!? Are there really dragons in this world?" Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"What's in that booklet?"

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

“Some small stories, quite interesting.”

As he spoke, Zhang Fan was about to continue looking through the pages, but the road turned and a village came into view, attracting all his attention.

"Xiongjia Village!"

This is the foundation of the Xiong family of the Yinshan Sect. The original site was just a dilapidated Taoist temple on a mound. It was the Taoist temple of the Xiong family's ancestor. He was born in the Yinshan Sect, and he opened an altar here to receive incense. He borrowed the dragon energy of Yujing and his power gradually grew.

This is how the Xiong family established its current foundation.

"This village is located in the north of the mountain and on the bank of the water in the south, and its terrain is shady," Jiang Hulu introduced.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that this creature was indeed leaning against the north side of the mountain, surrounded by a river that just surrounded it on the south side.

The north of the mountain is yin, and the south of the water is also yin.

In this way, a pattern of Taiyin hiding its power is formed. If an ordinary family were to live here, within three generations, the population would surely decline and the wealth would be lost.

But the Xiong family happened to be from the Yinshan lineage, and the Taiyin hidden power was actually helpful to the lineage.

"This is called seeking pure yang within the yin, a little vitality breaks the dead."

Jiang Hu is worthy of his origin from the Maoshan Sect. Especially after he broke through the calamity, his cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds.

"This is exclusive, so don't run around everywhere later." Jiang Hu warned.

"Don't worry, I'm not a troublemaker." Zhang Fan nodded heavily and couldn't help but look at the trunk.

There was a coffin there, probably only half a meter long, with seven copper nails nailed to the mouth, and a Maoshan corpse-suppressing talisman pasted on it. No one knew what was inside.

But Jiang Hu said that the net profit from this shipment alone was seven figures.

As soon as Wuling Hongguang drove into the village, Zhang Fan saw a lot of luxury cars parked at the entrance of the village. Some of the car logos had circles, some had cows, and some had horses... In comparison, Wuling Hongguang...

"The Xiong family is really rich."

"what is that?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan saw a strange plant in the center of the village. It had a long root with a fleshy crown on the top. He could smell a faint fragrance from a long distance away, and strange patterns covered its entire body.

Zhang Fan had never seen this kind of plant before.

“That’s Ruyi.”

"Ruyi!? The kind of Ruyi we know?" Zhang Fan showed curiosity.

"This is a treasure." Jiang Hu couldn't help but flick it.

It is recorded in "Nanyang Strange Records" that during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a woodcutter in Luling who went into the mountains to chop wood and saw a strange tree beside a mountain stream.

The strange tree grew between the huge rocks, like a fleshy whisker, with a top like a bone, emitting a faint fragrance. The woodcutter was so curious that he picked it away. After returning home, the fragrance attracted the attention of the neighbors.

Someone recognized it and thought that this strange wood looked very much like the Ruyi in the hands of the gods and Buddhas in the temple. The news reached the ears of a wealthy businessman, who rushed over overnight and wanted to buy it for a huge sum of money.

Who would have thought that when the wealthy merchant arrived, the woodcutter believed his neighbors' words that eating the Ruyi would allow him to become an immortal, so he boiled the strange wood into soup and drank it all in one gulp.

After hearing this, the wealthy businessman complained bitterly. He said that Ruyi is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, mostly grown in mountains, swamps and rivers, and is extremely rare. If you can find it, it is a blessing. If you enshrine it in your home and offer incense and sacrifice to it day and night, you can have everything you want and enjoy wealth forever.

Now the woodcutter actually ate this spiritual root, which was really a great loss to his virtue. I am afraid it would cause great disaster. After saying this, the wealthy merchant left.

Five days later, a fire broke out in the woodcutter's house. All five members of his family, except him, were buried in the flames.

Although the woodcutter survived, he lost both legs and his body was covered with sores. He had to beg for a living for the rest of his life, which was very miserable.

"Ruyi, Ruyi, according to my mind... this thing can be passed down to an ordinary family and ensure seven generations of wealth... A Ruyi that grows to this size would cost at least eight figures, and you can't buy it even if you have money." Jiang Hulu said softly.

"Eight figures? This should be the most valuable thing in this village."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at it a few more times, wishing he could pull it out by the roots and take it away.

After a while, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light stopped under a crooked tree in the village. Jiang Hulu went around to the back of the car, opened the compartment, and dragged out the coffin.

Just then, two young men in Taoist robes came over.

"The one without light at night?"

"Well, we're here to deliver the goods." Jiang Hu took out the receipt and the other party took it and took a look.

"Come with me." As they spoke, two Taoists came forward and helped lift the coffin.

"Wait for me here, don't run around. I'll be back after I finish the handover." Jiang Hu gave them an instruction and followed the two young men.

"Brother Fan...Brother Fan..."

At this moment, a low growl came from the corner. Zhang Fan turned around and saw Xiong Ba rushing out from somewhere.

"You're really here."

"Let's go. The ancestral hall is there." Xiong Ba called out.

"This... it's not good for you to be discovered."

The clan's ancestral hall is of utmost importance. If an outsider like him enters and leaves casually and is discovered, Xiong Ba will definitely be held responsible.

"The elders in the tribe are all performing sacrifices today, so they shouldn't be discovered." Xiong Ba whispered.

He vaguely knew that the clan seemed to be refining an extraordinary treasure recently, and many elders were in seclusion.

Besides, places like ancestral halls don't have people coming in and out on weekdays, so it won't attract attention.

Even if we take a step back, considering Zhang Fan's kindness and friendship towards him, even if he was discovered, the worst that could happen is that he would be expelled from the sect. After all, he is not a direct disciple of the Xiong family.

"Let's go, or else something bad will happen."

Xiong Ba greeted him and led the way. Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

"Is this the Xiong family ancestral hall?"

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that the door was open. Two lanterns were hung high, like a ghost's mouth, and the uneven threshold was like exposed fangs.

As soon as he arrived here, Zhang Fan felt uncomfortable. The magnetic field around him seemed to have changed. Even in the hot summer, he felt a chill. The closer he got, the colder it became. Even the hairs on his body stood up.

"The evil spirit is hidden in the innermost part." Xiong Ba said in a low voice.

He vaguely guessed that the ferocious god had a great relationship with Zhang Fan.

"I have some feelings..."

Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, looked towards the depths of the ancestral hall, followed Xiong Ba into it, and walked through a long and quiet corridor. At the end was the ancestral hall where the Xiong family enshrined their ancestors.

"Xiong Ba, you are so brave that you dare to bring outsiders and trespass into our clan's ancestral hall!?"

At this moment, a cold voice rang out in the long corridor, and then Xiong Qianxing walked out slowly and blocked the end of the corridor.

"Xiong Qianxing, you only remember the food and not the punishment. You are itching for trouble again, right?"

Xiong Ba was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. Since he had been discovered, he might as well go barefoot without worrying about those wearing shoes.

It has to be said that after practicing with Zhang Fan for a period of time, his cultivation gradually improved and his temperament became different.

Faced with such a situation, if it had been in the past, he would have been at a loss and panicked, but now, he felt a surge of courage and was extremely domineering.

"you wanna die?"

"I'm looking for your mother. You go first and I'll block her." Xiong Ba spat. Anyway, he couldn't stay in the Xiong family after today, so he simply stopped hiding.

"Xiong Ba, I underestimated you. I didn't expect that there is a traitor like you in our Xiong family."

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from behind Xiong Qianxing, and a cold breath filled the air like a ghostly fog, instantly covering the corridor.

"Xiong Qianshan!?" Xiong Ba's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a wary look.

"Today, neither you nor he can leave the Xiong family." Xiong Qianshan was calm and composed. His eyes swept over Xiong Ba and finally fell on Zhang Fan.

……

At the same time, on the mound of Xiongjia Village, there is an ancient Taoist temple.

This is where the Xiong family made their fortune.

"That brat Xiong Ba has fallen into depravity by bringing an outsider into the ancestral hall?"

Xiong Baoping looked towards the direction of the ancestral hall, and couldn't help revealing a hint of coldness.

"Some kids always have their elbows bent outward, just like Xiong Sanqi back then, who was never tamed."

Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and with half of his hair gray laughed coldly.

"Xiong Baofeng, that man has been gone for ten years, why are you still mentioning him?" Xiong Baoping raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little allergic to the name.

"Hehe..." Xiong Baofeng grinned. As a senior member of the Xiong family, he naturally knew the taboos and stopped talking.

"Alas, I originally thought he was a talent, but unfortunately he was born with a rebellious streak."

At this moment, Xiong Guanchen walked out. He hunched over, looked in the direction of the ancestral hall, and shook his head.

"It's better to destroy it, so as not to raise another Xiong Sanqi."

"Okay." Xiong Baoping nodded heavily.

The Xiong family has produced one Xiong Sanqi over the years, which is enough. They must not repeat the same mistake. All the ungrateful people should be strangled in the cradle.

"Young people nowadays are so naive. How dare they break into the Xiong family alone?"

Xiong Baoping couldn't help but sneer.

In fact, Zhang Fan had noticed it when he followed Xiong Ba to the clan ancestral hall.

Such a young man, who has no guile and no foundation, actually dares to break into the house. He is simply seeking his own death.

"Dad, the kid who came in with Xiong Ba..."

"Let's get rid of him too... Ye Buliang's people failed to discipline themselves and broke the rules, so they must bear the consequences." Xiong Guanchen didn't even blink.

"Bai Bu Ran's side..."

"What kind of trouble can an abandoned disciple of Zhenwu cause in the territory of Yujing?" Xiong Baofeng sneered.

The Yinshan Xiong family is such a powerful existence in Yujing City that a single stomp of their feet can make the ground shake three times. They naturally know Bai Bushan's background, but so what?

The Xiong family has always had a good relationship with the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, and the annual sponsorship is an astronomical figure, which makes him feel like a fish in water in Jiangnan Province.

As for Bai Bu Ran, let alone being an abandoned disciple of Zhenwu, even if he was still within the walls of Zhenwu Mountain, the latter's hand could not reach so far.

Because of this, in Xiong Baofeng's eyes, the young man was really stupid. Not to mention him, even Bai Bu Ran himself would not dare to enter this village.

Being so thoughtless is just courting death.

"In this world, there are always people who think their life is too long." Xiong Guanchen's words determined Zhang Fan's fate.

Who did that kid think he was? The Xiong family was not a place where he could come and go as he pleased.

Unless a miracle happens, it will have to stay here and serve as fertilizer for the flowers today.

Rumble…

At this time, dark clouds surged in the sky, strong winds blew, and in broad daylight, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded, startling everyone.

"Huh!?" Xiong Guanchen's old face trembled slightly, and suddenly, a feeling of uneasiness arose in his heart.

"I haven't seen you for ten years. How are you all?!"

At this moment, a loud and clear voice, as if hiding all the energy, spread throughout the entire Xiongjia Village.

"This is……"

Xiong Guanchen's hunched body trembled violently, and shock instantly appeared on his wrinkled face.

Even Xiong Baoping and Xiong Baofeng next to them were no longer calm. They looked at each other and saw shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

bang bang bang...

Terrorizing auras rose up from the depths of the Xiong family, like surging flames or strong gale, as if this whisper made all the hidden masters of the Xiong family unable to remain calm.

"Impossible... He's back... That man is back!?"

"He swore a solemn oath that he would never set foot in Yujing again in his life."

"Damn... Damn... He's back again..."

Waves of wild roars came from deep within the Xiong Family Village, revealing deep anger and fear. Every bit of the past came back like a nightmare, oppressing the nerves of every senior member of the Xiong Family.

At the same time, a burly man with an eye patch on his left eye strode slowly and appeared at the entrance of Xiongjia Village.

At this moment, the whole village was silent, like a stagnant pond, and no one dared to make a sound.

"He finally came back..."

Xiong Guanchen's old face trembled violently and he closed his eyes weakly.

"The Ghost King of Yinshan, Xiong Sanqi!" Xiong Baoping gritted his teeth, the fear in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

(End of this chapter)