Pure Yang!

Chapter 398 The Black Gold Ancient Seal! The Great Enemy of Pure Yang Magic Treasures (5k-word long chapter)

Where in the land does spiritual light arise? A single point of darkness, the king of the Dharma!

On the treasure-refining platform, deep within the luminous glaze, a wisp of dark energy seeped out from the depths of the [Majestic Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], spreading out like a long night or an abyss surging.

Everyone's eyes trembled as they felt the golden seal become strange. The golden light vanished, and a great terror suddenly awakened within them.

Only when Zhang Fan's primordial spirit observed could he see that the wisp of black haze was actually fine black rust, surging in like a dark night, completely dominating the golden seal of Longhu Mountain.

"A black iron sheet!" Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened.

Normally, he would place the [Majestic Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] and the black iron plate together on the shrine in his home, offering incense and refining them with elixirs. Unexpectedly, over time, the object actually infected the [Majestic Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], and the black rust had already invisibly stained the seal.

Infection by magical artifacts is unheard of.

The black iron piece was even more mysterious and unpredictable than Zhang Fan had imagined. At this moment, he was also unable to determine what changes had occurred to the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] after it was infected.

Rumble…

On the treasure refining platform, the [Majestic Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal], which had been severely suppressed, suddenly trembled, and its terrifying aura instantly tore apart and devoured the fluctuations emitted by the [Purple Heaven Edict Spirit Jade Seal].

Inside the ancient temple, the large seal emitted a low murmur, and the once-boiling incense smoke began to dissipate.

"The Purple Cloud Imperial Jade Seal has fallen silent?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, their eyes filled with deep astonishment.

That is ranked eleventh on the [Dragon Tiger Mountain Dharma Seal Golden Book], and its core in this treasure refining process far surpasses the [Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal].

Faced with the counterattack of the [Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal], this Dragon-Tiger Seal actually chose to remain silent!?

"He is afraid!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that what this ancient seal feared was not the [Powerful Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal], but the aura of the black iron piece that it was tainted with.

Just like a zookeeper who, after coming into contact with a tiger and absorbing its aura, goes to the territory of other animals, he will make those animals tremble with fear and remain silent.

Rumble…

On the refining platform, the boiling, luminous glass suddenly twisted, and the [Majestic Spirit Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] trembled once more. Black rust splattered out, entangling the two remaining seals, the [Thunder City Demon-Imprisoning Golden Seal] and the [Jingming Cave Yang Dharma Seal]. The terrifying pressure descended like a long night, instantly crushing the two remaining seals.

"He's eating!?"

The crowd's expressions grew increasingly solemn, their eyes revealing a deep eeriness. In their eyes, the golden seal seemed to resemble a human, giving rise to instincts akin to desire.

At this moment, even An Wuyang's eyes revealed deep surprise and doubt. He felt the [Hidden Sword Seal] trembling, a kind of fear, an uncontrollable fear.

hum...

The two remaining seals shattered, and the intense spiritual energy of incense surged like a tide, sweeping towards the [Majestic Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal]. The latter vibrated gently, transmitting a mysterious frequency, like a heartbeat or human breathing, and slowly devoured the spiritual energy of incense.

The feeling was like replenishing one's vital essence.

Rumble…

The incense and spiritual power of the two remaining seals were instantly refined, and the aura of the [Majestic Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] became increasingly terrifying. The black color on its surface gradually intensified, as if it were about to merge with the original gold color.

However, He seemed unsatisfied, and fine black rust once again entangled the three fragments of magical artifacts on the refining platform.

Even the two remaining seals of Longhu Mountain could not withstand the power of the black rust, let alone the mere three fragments.

bang bang bang...

A piece of black wood, half a piece of jade, a gold piece... were instantly crushed to dust by the black rust. The remaining incense and spiritual energy gathered together and were all devoured and refined by the 【Powerful Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal】.

Rumble…

The black color on the surface of the Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal grew increasingly intense, as chaotic as the Dark Abyss, and the eerie vibrations became increasingly terrifying. It was like a giant beast that was never satisfied, and once it was revived, it would never stop, only being filled.

"What the hell is this?"

As Mao Baifeng and Xiao Changfeng watched the golden magic seal transform, their astonishment deepened. They had never seen such a magical artifact before; it was like a human being, harboring desires—desires that terrified people.

"not good!"

At that moment, An Wuyang's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted in a hoarse voice.

As the owner of the [Hidden Sword Seal], he instantly sensed intense danger, a premonition of life and death.

The "monster," a mixture of gold and black, seemed to be satiated and set its sights on his Hidden Sword Seal.

hum...

An Wuyang, as expected of the successor of Zhongnan Mountain, possessed a decisiveness far exceeding that of ordinary people. With a thought, sword light surged around the Hidden Sword Seal, and he immediately soared into the air, directly leaving the Refining Platform and breaking away from the Bright Glazed Glass.

Almost at the same moment, a surge of fine black rust rushed in, but it came up empty-handed. On the treasure-refining platform, only the Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal remained, its black surface writhing and boiling, as if its desire had not been satisfied.

"You're still not full!?"

Zhang Fan's heart stirred, and he took out the fragment of the [Blazing Fire Seal] from his bosom. With a flick of his wrist, the fragment transformed into a streak of crimson light and flew towards the treasure refining platform.

The fragment had barely entered the luminous crystal when it turned to dust, while the remaining incense and spiritual energy surged and boiled, flowing into the powerful demon-suppressing golden seal.

Rumble…

This wisp of incense's spiritual power finally caused a qualitative change from a quantitative one.

The Golden Seal of Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demons suddenly trembled, and layers of flowing light seemed to peel off its surface, as if the old body had shed its shell and a new root had been born.

At the same time, a meteorite rose up, soaring into the sky and winning the crown, like a crimson cloud hanging from a blue sky, shining brightly like the sun, its precious light spreading everywhere.

"Under a clear blue sky, the precious light shines forth!"

The crowd's gazes trembled slightly, and they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Azure Feather Magic Treasure!"

"The Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal has finally been upgraded." Zhang Fan clenched his fists. As its master, he could feel the power emanating from the Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal.

If Huang Yu's magical treasures are as heavy as the loess earth.

Then the Azure Feather Magic Treasure shines as brightly as the clear blue sky and the bright sun.

This power is no less than that of the [White Bone Relic], and may even surpass it.

"It's all for nothing, like making wedding dresses for others."

In the distance, An Wuyang stared intently at the evolving Dharma seal within the luminous glass, his expression cold. He raised a brow and looked at Zhang Fan.

He had been plotting for a long time, even going to great lengths to find the two incomplete seals of Longhu Mountain, but who knew that fate would be so mysterious that Zhang Fan would suddenly appear and steal his opportunity.

Not only did the Hidden Sword Seal fail to transform and advance, but it also lost the Dragon Tiger Mountain Dharma Seal that originally belonged to it.

Rumble…

Just then, Mao Xiaoyun's figure reappeared, leaping out of the luminous glass. In an instant, the light dissipated, and the crimson lightning and the red earth fire were once again clearly distinct.

Amidst the dazzling forging of lightning and fire, the newly formed magic seal slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

"The Mighty Spirit Suppressing Demon Golden Seal!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, almost not recognizing it. The Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal had undergone a complete transformation, and its original form was almost unrecognizable.

The original gilded body has turned into black gold, like a long, dark night adorned with glittering stars. The ancient seal script has become more complex, like dragons and snakes rising from the land, like the undulating landscape, outlining each other and transforming into the Daoist patterns of the treasure seal.

"Black Gold Ancient Seal!"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and a new name was about to emerge in his mind.

That newly created magic weapon was no longer the [Wei Ling Zhen Mo Jin Yin], but the [Hei Jin Gu Yin]. It used the [Wei Ling Zhen Mo Jin Yin] as its foundation, absorbed the two remaining seals of Longhu Mountain, and four fragments of magic weapons. Finally, on the Maoshan Treasure Refining Platform, the Celestial Master performed a ritual, and it was forged by thunder and fire, and finally took shape.

Rumble…

Before the Refining Platform, Mao Xiaoyun seemed to have returned from another world. With a flick of his finger, lightning spread, the earth fire subsided, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the fiery red of the earth became visible everywhere.

A mountain breeze swept past in front of the ancient temple, gradually restoring its original tranquility.

On the treasure-refining platform, the ancient black gold seal lay silently, without a sound, and there was no more movement from before. However, a faint, serene luster emanated from it, revealing the weight of time.

With just this one refinement, he gained an extra one or two hundred years of cultivation, completely entering the ranks of Azure Feather Magic Treasures.

“This treasure is not a treasure!” Mao Xiaoyun’s eyes narrowed slightly as they fell on the [Black Gold Ancient Seal].

"senior……"

At this moment, Zhang Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"senior!"

However, before he could finish speaking, An Wuyang interrupted.

This treasure-refining was originally intended to enhance his [Hidden Sword Seal], but in the end it benefited Zhang Fan for nothing, making him a mere stepping stone for someone else. Even with his high level of self-control, he couldn't help but lose his temper at this moment.

“Uncle, this man is treacherous. He stole the secrets and robbed Brother An of his fortune. He deserves to be punished,” Mao Baifeng couldn’t help but say.

"Uncle-Master, Zhang Fan didn't mean it, this treasure..." Fang Changle quickly stepped forward to defend Zhang Fan.

"No need to say anything more."

Mao Xiaoyun raised his hand to interrupt, and with a flick of his sleeve, the [Black Gold Ancient Seal] landed in his palm.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fan frowned.

"You guys wait here."

"Xiao Fang, come with me."

As he spoke, Mao Xiaoyun took the [Black Gold Ancient Seal] and left in a flash.

"wait for me here."

Fang Changle leaned close to Zhang Fan's ear and whispered a reminder. As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and followed Mao Xiaoyun's pace.

In the distance, An Wuyang remained silent, lost in thought, while only Mao Baifeng and Xiao Changfeng looked at Zhang Fan with hostility.

……

Sanmao Temple, before the seat of the Patriarch.

On the incense table lay the [Black Gold Ancient Seal]. An old Taoist priest gently brushed it with his index finger, his calm face showing no emotion.

"Headmaster..."

Just then, Mao Xiaoyun spoke up, looking at Zhuoqing Daoist, hesitant to speak.

"Chang Le." Chen Zhuoqing slowly picked up the [Black Gold Ancient Seal], turned around, and looked at Fang Chang Le, who was standing respectfully below.

From the moment he entered the main hall until Mao Xiaoyun began recounting his experiences, he remained silent, waiting for Chen Zhuoqing's questions.

"Master."

"You're on good terms with that young man named Zhang Fan?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuoqing did not inquire about the [Black Gold Ancient Seal], but instead asked about Zhang Fan.

"A bond forged in life and death," Fang Changle said solemnly.

Do you know his background?

"I..." Fang Changle hesitated, then said, "He..."

"No need to say more!"

Chen Zhuoqing looked at Fang Changle and raised his hand to interrupt him: "You know what you're doing..."

"Everyone has their own path to walk, and this path is one you chose yourself."

As he spoke, Chen Zhuoqing raised his hand and tossed the [Black Gold Ancient Seal] to Fang Changle.

"Master!?" Fang Changle looked puzzled.

Let's take him down the mountain tonight.

"Sect Leader..." Mao Xiaoyun's eyebrows furrowed.

"We at Maoshan will compensate that little fellow from Zhongnan Mountain for his losses."

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Changle understood immediately and left the Ancestral Hall with the [Black Gold Ancient Seal] in his possession.

The vast hall was now empty except for Chen Zhuoqing and Mao Xiaoyun.

“Just now, the Heavenly Talisman Treasure Scroll suddenly showed some unusual activity. Do you think it might be related to this newly acquired magic treasure?” Chen Zhuoqing suddenly asked.

"No way." Mao Xiaoyun's gaze darkened slightly.

“This small seal is rather strange. Its foundation is also the Longhu Mountain Dharma Seal, which is in the same lineage as the Zixiao Divine Edict Jade Seal. Perhaps…” Mao Xiaoyun couldn’t help but speculate.

"I just took a look, and it's just a Qingyu magic weapon. It shouldn't be enough to alarm the Heavenly Talisman Treasure."

Having said this, Mao Xiaoyun looked at Chen Zhuoqing.

"What do you think?"

"I took a look, but I couldn't find anything wrong with it."

Chen Zhuoqing looked out of the secluded palace and then fell silent.

Mao Xiaoyun raised her eyes slightly, and suddenly changed the subject: "That young man named Zhang Fan is not simple. I saw him on the plane in Chang'an. At that time, the Lord of Jiang Palace came for him."

"Afterwards, I also tried to find this young man, but Ye Beichen made an excuse for me."

"You shouldn't just let him go down the mountain like that."

Are you confused?

Chen Zhuoqing smiled slightly, turned around, looked at Mao Xiaoyun, and looked at the scar at the corner of his eye.

"Since his surname is Zhang, how could you not guess his background? This kind of ridiculous behavior is actually a family tradition."

"It's him!?" Mao Xiaoyun's eyes trembled slightly as he looked sharply towards the palace gate, towards the direction of Refining Treasure Peak, his aged face showing surprise.

"Descendant of an old friend!"

Chen Zhuoqing spoke softly, his gaze unfocused, as if he were seeing yesterday.

That night, the tall, thin young man Xuanji Dafu left a scar on Mao Xiaoyun's eye that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

"You win, I admit defeat, but if you want me to be your underling, you'd better kill me."

Blood blurred his vision, but the young Mao Xiaoyun still stood tall, his pride unyielding.

"Alright, I respect you as a man." The tall, thin young man smiled.

"You're not allowed to bully him anymore."

The tall, thin young man pointed to Xu Xuanguan behind him: "You'll see, his future achievements will be no less than yours?"

"Him?" Young Mao Xiaoyun looked at Xu Xuanguan with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

In his view, what Xu Xuanguan had learned was all minor stuff.

"His hidden talents are more terrifying than you can imagine."

As he spoke, the tall, thin young man patted Xu Xuanguan on the shoulder, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.

He'll be amazing!

Hearing such encouragement, Xu Xuanguan straightened his back a bit more.

"Fine." The young Mao Xiaoyun sneered, "Fine, I won't bully him. I'll wait and see how he manages to be on par with me."

"It's a word."

The tall, thin young man let out a long howl and turned to leave.

In the darkness of night, he walked several hundred meters, then suddenly stopped and turned to look in one direction.

On the hilltop, under the moonlight, a young Taoist priest stared intently at him, as if he had taken in everything that had just happened. However, his eyes were devoid of any emotion, clear and bright, as innocent as a child's.

The mountains were shrouded in mist, and a gentle breeze blew. The two looked into each other's eyes. At this moment, something mysterious and profound happened. There were no words spoken, yet a preordained connection seemed to sprout within them.

"Zhang Tiansheng," the tall, thin young man introduced himself without explanation.

"My name is Chen Zhuoqing!" the young Taoist priest whispered.

"Maoshan is really interesting!"

The tall, thin young man laughed loudly, took a step forward, and disappeared into the vast night like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.

"A descendant of an old friend!"

Inside the Ancestral Hall, Chen Zhuoqing sighed again, a complex expression appearing on his previously calm face.

“He is Zhang Tiansheng’s descendant.” Mao Xiaoyun’s gaze sharpened slightly, and she couldn’t help but say.

"Back when Nanzhang was destroyed, we Mao..."

Let bygones be bygones.

Chen Zhuoqing walked out of the main hall with a blank expression and a cold voice, ignoring Mao Xiaoyun, who was deep in thought behind him.

In the darkness of night, the leader of Maoshan Sect traveled alone, traversing numerous mountain peaks and winding paths, until he arrived at an ancient temple. This place was sparsely populated, and among all of Maoshan, very few were qualified to come here.

Chunyang Hall is the place where the Chunyang magic treasure, the Heavenly Talisman Register, is enshrined.

This is a sacred place of Maoshan. Even Fang Changle, a descendant of Maoshan, has only been here once.

That time, it was because his primordial spirit had refined the [Crimson Dragon Fire Talisman] that he was brought here to pay homage to the ancestor and worship Chunyang.

Chen Zhuoqing pushed open the palace gate. Inside the ever-burning lamp, the candlelight was still burning, and the strong incense smoke swirled around the altar. There, an ancient stone was enshrined, about three inches square. It looked ordinary, like a brick or tile, but it was engraved with complex talismans, as if carved by the heavens and written on the earth, suddenly forming the shape of dragons and snakes, concealing the wonders of yin and yang.

However, at the very top center of this ancient stone, there is a black stain, as if it were stained with thick ink, which is difficult to wash off.

"Heavenly Talisman Treasure Scroll..."

Chen Zhuoqing murmured softly. Even with his cultivation level, he could still sense that the fluctuations of the [Heavenly Talisman Treasure Scroll] had not yet ceased, and he felt emotions just like a human being…

That is the emotion of anger.

hum...

Chen Zhuoqing's primordial spirit slowly rose, and the fluctuations it emitted gradually synchronized with the fluctuations spreading throughout the Chunyang Palace. Suddenly, a terrifying scene appeared in his mind.

Beneath the clear sky, in the deepest part of the mountains, a talisman shone brightly, radiating boundless brilliance and surging with supreme power, far surpassing the realm of Celestial Master.

But at that moment, a dark black sword beam shot into the sky, as if it came from the abyss. It pierced through the mysterious talisman, rising from the bottom and piercing through the heavens and earth, leaving a wound in its center that would never heal.

Rumble…

Just then, Chen Zhuoqing snapped out of his daze from the fleeting light and shadow, and the anger seemed to resonate with him, filling his entire body.

"A formidable enemy of the Pure Yang realm!?"

Chen Zhuoqing frowned, and his cold voice fell softly, echoing in the Chunyang Hall, as if responding to the emotions of the [Heavenly Talisman Treasure Scroll].

(End of this chapter)