Pure Yang!

Chapter 93: All things are free! Dongdong, Dongdong (5k chapter)

The dark clouds surged into haze, and the bright sun seemed to be hidden in the abyss.

The sky above Xiongjia Village was filled with gloomy clouds.

Inside the clan ancestral hall, the deep corridor had long been in ruins, with collapsed railings and rubble all over the ground.

In the thick smoke and dust, Xiong Qianshan staggered over, his face pale, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked ahead in disbelief, at the once timid Xiong Ba.

"The South Pole Dantai opens the treasure book, the North Capital Xuanming breaks Luofeng..." Xiong Qianshan gritted his teeth.

"Taiyi Method, the Art of Delivering the Dead... You actually got the true teachings!?"

At this moment, there seemed to be a huge wave in Xiong Qianshan's heart, surging and surging.

He never dreamed that the Yinshan Taoist magic he had practiced so hard would be so vulnerable in front of Xiong Ba.

Xuanxuan breaks the law, shining with power

If he had not received the true teachings of the Taiyi lineage, he would never have had such power.

“Xiong Qianshan, you haven’t yet fully learned the Yinshan School’s Taoism.” Xiong Ba said indifferently.

Originally, he followed Zhang Fan to comprehend the Taiyi Fa, and his cultivation gradually improved. His temperament was different and he was no longer as cowardly as before. Now, he was able to win the battle and even Xiong Qianshan was trampled under his feet, which completely established his confidence.

Today's Xiong Ba is no longer the same as before.

The ambition is there, the tyranny is in place.

"How is it possible? This jerk...he even ..."

In the distance, Xiong Qianxing looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't believe it. Xiong Ba, who was not even considered a direct disciple, who was always timid and allowed himself to be bullied, had grown to such a height without him noticing. Even Xiong Qianshan couldn't suppress him.

"Xiong Ba, you are not practicing the Yinshan School's Taoist magic, but learning the unconventional methods. How dare you do that?" Xiong Qianshan said in a heavy tone, and there was no longer the contempt in his eyes, but instead a deep fear.

The Taiyi technique of saving the dead is the nemesis of the Yinshan lineage.

“To become an immortal, one must look within one’s heart. All things are free from destiny… Xiong Qianshan, you cannot even comprehend this truth. All you see are the differences between different schools and techniques… I’m afraid this is all you will get in your life.” Xiong Ba said calmly.

"you……"

"Good...good! All things are free from fate."

At this moment, a burst of applause slowly sounded, accompanied by gentle and soft exclamations of praise.

Xiong Ba looked up and saw a graceful figure slowly walking out from the corner.

"Xiong Qianqiu!?" Xiong Ba's eyes narrowed slightly, as if a line of light was visible.

There are many outstanding disciples among the younger generation of the Xiong family. Xiong Qianshan is one of them, and Xiong Qianqiu is another one. Moreover, this woman's Taoist cultivation is even higher than the former.

"Be careful, he is practicing..." Xiong Qianshan saw him coming and his face darkened, but he still reminded him.

"Go back."

Xiong Qianqiu did not appreciate it and shook his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't be too careless. If you underestimate your enemy, you will lose. He is not a weakling."

Xiong Qianshan suppressed his anger, not knowing whether he was reminding the other party or making excuses for himself.

"He is certainly not a weakling, otherwise how could he suppress you?" Xiong Qianqiu said calmly, but his eyes never moved away from Xiong Ba for even half an inch.

"You have been hiding in the dark and observing since just now." Xiong Ba frowned and said in a deep voice.

"what?"

Beside him, Xiong Qianxing's expression changed slightly. It turned out that Xiong Qianqiu had been hiding here early in the morning, hiding from everyone's eyes and ears... No, to be precise, he had hidden from everyone's eyes and ears except Xiong Ba.

"Oh? I didn't expect that there is someone like you among my peers in the Xiong family..."

Xiong Qianqiu's beautiful eyes lit up, and she looked up to Xiong Ba even more.

"Perhaps... the elders in the clan are really old. They didn't even notice such a talent, and raised a rebellious person in vain."

Having said this, Xiong Qianqiu’s cold face seemed to be covered with frost.

hum...

Almost at the same time, Xiong Ba suddenly became alert and flew backwards.

"Please ask the ancestor to practice the Yinshan method."

"The gate of evil is wide open, and the ghosts of Hell are dead."

……

Xiong Qianqiu clasped his hands together, formed the [Yinshan Seal], took the [Hanyuan Step], and muttered something.

This is the Yinshan Sect's unique seal and step. The [Yinshan Seal] represents the hundred thousand dead souls occupying the land of Yinshan. It is rumored that this is the place where the Yinshan Sect's founder, Yinshan Patriarch, resides.

[Cold Abyss Step] represents that all living things will enter the extremely cold abyss before death.

If an ordinary person makes this seal and takes this step, even if his soul is not awakened, he can still see those unclean things at midnight. However, if he uses this method often, his body will get worse and worse, his life span will be shortened, and he will definitely get a serious illness.

hum...

At this moment, Xiong Qianqiu's dress moved without wind, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped suddenly, and her shadow became lifelike and moved on its own.

"The Yinshan sect practices the art of refining ghosts." Xiong Ba's eyes suddenly darkened.

Ghosts have no shadows because they are shadows themselves and ordinary people cannot see them at all.

At this moment, if one observes with the soul, one can find that there seems to be a darker shadow about to jump out from Xiong Qianqiu's shadow. It keeps expanding, like a piece of darkness, invading Xiong Ba.

"Save the ghosts, train the clan members, and slowly go up to the twelve courtyards of the Chonglou..."

"The immortals gather in Niwan Palace, and all of them go to the Peach Banquet..."

Xiong Ba was muttering something, making the [Lion Seal] with his hands and taking the [Heavenly Steps], which was a method of leading the dead souls to heaven for salvation.

Suddenly, a red line rose under his feet, winding and spreading continuously, like a ladder.

hum...

At this moment, the shadow came across, and a fang-like shadow extended out, suddenly cutting off the red line.

"Ghost!"

Xiong Ba's expression changed slightly, and he felt a chill coming along the fang shadow. The latter kept cutting off the red line and even went directly into his body, breaking up the true yang in his body and making it difficult to perform the Taiyi method.

The ghosts in Yinshan Mountain are divided into ghost messengers, ghost soldiers, ghost demons, ghost generals, and ghost commanders...

No one expected that Xiong Qianqiu, who usually kept a low profile, had secretly trained a ghost demon. Although it was only in its initial stage, it was enough to suppress Xiong Ba.

boom……

Suddenly, Xiong Ba groaned, and the strange shadow came over and actually knocked him away.

He fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face turned pale, and he could no longer gather and mobilize the true yang in his body.

"This woman is really powerful." Xiong Qianshan couldn't help but look at Xiong Qianqiu, secretly on guard in his heart.

At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated the other party after all. The gap between them was much greater than he had imagined.

Indeed, never let others see your cards; this is the true concealment and the true way.

This is true for Xiong Qianqiu and Xiong Ba as well.

However, the gap between the two could not be made up by Xiong Ba's hard work in a short period of time.

"It's a pity that your Taiyi method is still in its infancy. Otherwise, if I gave you another year, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to suppress you."

Xiong Qianqiu looked at Xiong Ba, who was lying on the ground, indifferently, with only coldness in his eyes.

"After all, you are the blood of the Xiong family. I won't kill you, but I can't keep your Taoist skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow curled up on the ground suddenly spread out and attacked Xiong Ba like a rising tide. The icy cold current surged in, as if to drag the man into the desolate coffin.

"It's over."

Xiong Ba's heart skipped a beat, but he was now powerless.

"The Xiong family still has talented people."

At this moment, a contemptuous voice echoed in everyone's ears. Xiong Ba's face was slightly relieved, and he saw a figure flashing like a ghost, blocking his way. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

hum...

Zhang Fan stood still, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and a cloud of dust rose up, spreading like ripples, and suddenly stopped the surging shadow.

"Who is it?" Xiong Qianqiu turned pale. She made seals with her hands and muttered something.

The evil ghost was so vicious that it transformed into a shadow that suddenly broke away from the ground, revealing its green face and fangs, and pounced towards Zhang Fan.

"Be careful, that's a ghost!" Xiong Ba warned in a low voice.

Rumble…

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan slowly extended his right palm and shook it gently. A strong wind blew like a whirlpool, appearing and disappearing in his palm.

Roar……

The next moment, the evil ghost seemed to encounter boundless fear. It roared towards the sky and actually reversed direction, trying to escape.

"Taiyi Tianzun sits in Dongyang, leading the dead to heaven."

In an instant, Zhang Fan's right palm seemed to be surging with blood and turned red. If one observed it with his soul, it was like rising rays of light and burning true yang.

Rumble…

Immediately afterwards, he rolled the evil spirit into a ball and held it in his palm. As his muscles vibrated, a blazing light flashed and in a moment, he turned it into a wisp of green smoke that rose up and dissipated.

"This...this...how could this happen..."

The long corridor was dead silent. Everyone stared at Zhang Fan with wide eyes. Even Xiong Ba had an expression of disbelief on his face.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that Zhang Fan in front of him was a little strange and different.

That was a ghost demon, Xuan Yin turned into an evil, and refined spirits turned into violence. It didn't even find a trace of life in Zhang Fan's hands. It didn't even have time to make a ghost cry before it turned into ashes.

Such means and such tyranny were simply unimaginable and completely overturned Xiong Ba's perception of Zhang Fan.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..." Xiong Qianqiu turned pale and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The ghost demon was created by her using her original spirit. Now that it was burned to death, she was naturally also severely injured.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted his teeth.

hum...

There was a gust of howling wind, and before she knew it, Zhang Fan was already standing in front of her. The terrifying feeling of oppression made her tremble instinctively.

"Since you spared his life, I won't kill you." Zhang Fan whispered, and he pointed his finger at the center of Xiong Qianqiu's eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared. Xiong Qianqiu's soul was captured out of his body by this finger.

"My... this..."

Xiong Qianshan's eyes almost popped out. He had never heard of any Taoist method that could forcibly imprison a person's soul from his physical body.

At least the Yinshan Sect does not have such a method.

"Who... who is this?" Xiong Qianshan seemed to have a voice roaring in his heart, and his scalp felt tingling.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Xiong Qianqiu's soul roared in Zhang Fan's palm, and the trembling voice was full of fear.

Zhang Fan looked at it indifferently, with blood surging in his palm. Xiong Qianqiu's soul felt as if it was being roasted, and it was as painful as falling into purgatory in a sea of ​​fire.

"Ah ah ah..."

The painful roars echoed in everyone's ears, making their scalps numb. Xiong Qianshan and Xiong Qianxing shrank their necks like quails, their faces trembling, and they dared not even breathe.

Only Zhang Fan had a blank expression on his face.

hum...

Zhang Fan snapped his fingers and Xiong Qianqiu's soul returned to his body.

At this moment, her face became even paler, without a trace of blood, and her breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which seemed like it would go out at any time.

"You...you've ruined my cultivation." Xiong Qianqiu gritted his teeth.

"If you can go through thousands of tribulations, you will be able to become an immortal." Zhang Fan said calmly: "I am giving you a chance..."

“It is to save you.”

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was complete silence. Everyone looked at each other with strange expressions.

"So, I should thank you for this?" Xiong Qianqiu said gritting his teeth.

"If you can suppress the hatred in your heart, if you can rebuild from scratch, you really have to thank me."

"you……"

"You don't understand now, I don't blame you..." Zhang Fan looked compassionate and wanted to save ordinary people.

"You don't understand now because you are stupid and foolish... When you break through the confusion in your heart... Don't worry, you will definitely kowtow to me."

At this point, Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Giving you a calamity is like giving you an opportunity, which others cannot even ask for."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, helped Xiong Ba up, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Did he...did he curse at someone just now?" Xiong Qianshan couldn't help but mutter as he looked at Zhang Fan's receding back.

At this time, the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall was already full of people, many of whom had red cheeks, as if they had been whipped by cucumbers, with clear and distinct marks.

Zhang Fan had just stepped out of the door when he saw this scene and was stunned.

"It's this little devil."

Xiong Guanchen's eyes were fixed as he stared at Zhang Fan, his heart full of curiosity. However, due to Xiong Sanqi beside him, he could only suppress his curiosity.

"Uncle, there are still talented people in the Xiong family." Xiong Sanqi glanced at Zhang Fan, and his eyes fell on Xiong Ba next to him.

"This kid is pretty good... The future fortune of the Xiong family probably depends on him."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiong Baoping beside him couldn't help but change his expression.

"I understand... From now on, I will train him as the next heir of the Xiong family."

"father."

Xiong Baoping's face trembled violently and he looked at Xiong Guanchen with some disbelief.

Not to mention that Xiong Ba is not a direct disciple, even if he is, it would be too much of a joke to train him as an heir.

You know, the Yinshan Xiong family has its own set of rules and regulations.

"This matter has been decided." Xiong Guanchen shook his head and whispered.

Not to mention that Xiong Sanqi values ​​this kid, just the relationship between Xiong Ba and Zhang Fan will also be something special in the future.

Xiong Sanqi could see further ahead than anyone else. Although he destroyed the ghost commander of the Xiong family, he indirectly took away the suppressed evil spirit and shook the century-old foundation of the Xiong family.

But this reminder is equivalent to allowing the Xiong family to continue the incense and usher in a hundred years of good fortune.

As for whether they can seize the opportunity, it depends on the luck of the Xiong family.

"Uncle Sanqi."

Zhang Fan walked forward and bowed slightly. He knew that the reason Xiong Sanqi was here was to support him.

At this time, Zhang Fan did remember some things, but they were still a little vague.

"Uncle Sanqi, I want to ask you something." Zhang Fan said.

"I know what you want to ask, but..."

Xiong Sanqi shook his head and pulled Zhang Fan aside: "Only your father can tell you these things in person..."

"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded, but did not continue to argue.

"Xiong Ba, come with me."

At this moment, Xiong Guanchen waved his hand, and was about to lead Xiong Ba to the Taoist temple left by the ancestor.

"Uncle Sanqi..." Zhang Fan was a little worried.

"It's okay, let him go. This is his fate." Xiong Sanqi whispered.

Zhang Fan nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"Let's go. I guess you're tired today."

Xiong Sanqi waved his hand. Today's events were successfully concluded. No matter if it was Zhang Fan, Xiong Ba, Xiong Qianqiu, or the Xiong family...

After today, the fate of many people will change.

The rivers and seas are surging, where do the ripples come from? In the long journey ahead, no one can see the changing future.

"I'll take you back."

Xiong Sanqi drove a big hook and took Zhang Fan away from Xiongjia Village.

"It seems like I have forgotten something?" Zhang Fan looked at the Xiongjia Village which was getting farther and farther away, revealing a hint of hesitation.

"What did you forget?" Xiong Sanqi asked casually.

"Nothing, it shouldn't be important."

Zhang Fan shook his head and suppressed the last bit of doubt in his heart.

……

In the evening, Hongfu Garden.

On the rooftop of Building 73, Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng stood side by side, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance.

"The method of splitting the spirit is indeed magical. Xiaofan has retrieved the evil spirit?" Liu Fusheng couldn't help but say.

"That should be the case. He seems to have recovered some strength." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Then he..."

"It shouldn't have any impact on me." Xiong Sanqi said a little unsurely.

The method of dividing the spirit, the one spirit becomes three.

Good gods are responsible for personality and temperament, while evil gods are responsible for knowledge and experience...

"The evil god took away the key memories and powers...that is the most important thing." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

After Zhang Fan merged with the evil god, his previous experience and knowledge came back, and the power of his soul was also restored a little. However, if he wanted to truly escape the calamity and return to his full strength, he had to find the evil god.

But now, where is that evil god?

No one knows.

"There is something I care about." Xiong Sanqi said suddenly.

"What?" Liu Fusheng asked.

"Master Zong said that Li Linglong did not teach him the Divine Division Technique back then."

"Huh!?" Liu Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange look.

"Where did Xiaofan learn the method of splitting the spirit from?"

"I don't know." Xiong Sanqi shook his head.

"Boss Zong doesn't know either."

After the words were spoken, both of them fell into silence.

……

At this moment, at Zhang Fan’s home.

There was a bottle of sleeping pills on the table in the room. Zhang Fan had already fallen asleep. His breathing was long and his body was gently rising and falling.

The inner scene of the soul is still the same as that night ten years ago.

There was finally a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

Dong Dong... Dong Dong...

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly rang out, like the beating of a human heart, bringing some vitality to this long and silent night.

"It's been ten years... I finally heard your voice again..."

Suddenly, a strange whisper came from the endless darkness, accompanied by the sound of heavy chains colliding.

"Little ghost, it won't be long before you can escape from the robbery."

"It won't be long..."

The strange whispers gradually died down, as if falling asleep, and the only sound was the sound of heavy chains colliding, imprisoning for eternity.

(End of this chapter)