Pure Yang!

Chapter 407 Like a mayfly in the vastness of heaven and earth! The world is never short of new kings.
As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight appeared, the mountain mist still lingered.

Zhang Fan then left the Blissful Villa.

Zhenwu Mountain is one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world. It is a blessed land with spiritual energy that spreads throughout the surrounding area. In addition to being a 5A-level scenic area, the surrounding mountains and rivers are also beautiful. Throughout history, countless masters of alchemy have secluded themselves and cultivated in the nearby mountains.

As dawn breaks, before the moon sets and sunlight peeks through the sky, take a deep breath of the mountain air, letting it enter your nose and stomach, and feel a unique sense of coolness.

Stepping on the mountain, seeing nature, finding peace of mind and body, forgetting oneself and the world, is also a form of spiritual practice.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was alone, walking in the mountains, without even his phone.
His eyes were only on the mountains, the water, the sky, and the earth.

When the mind is empty and devoid of all thoughts, and all dharmas are absent, one attains the Way.

This feeling was very similar to the day he was in Zhenwu Mountain, when his primordial spirit returned and he awoke from a great dream.

"There is a girl far away..."

"His name is Yelia."

"There are rumors about her eyes..."

"It will make you look younger."

……

Just then, a melodious and nostalgic song faintly echoed through the mountains. Zhang Fan subconsciously stopped in his tracks and stood there stunned.

He pricked up his ears and followed the music.

"If you get a hug from her..."

"You will never grow old."

"For this magical legend..."

"I will try my best to find it."

……

The melodious and nostalgic music grew clearer in Zhang Fan's ears. He walked through the secluded path and suddenly found himself in a bright and open space, where the music amplified instantly.

"Yeliya! Mysterious Yelia!"

"Jellya! Jelya!"

"Mysterious Yelia!"

I must find her!

……

Passing through the dense forest, a lush green tea garden came into view. Melodious music echoed over the tea fields. In the distance, an elderly man, resembling a farmer, sat on a large blue stone, holding a landscape phone in one hand and a bottle in the other...

Zero-sugar iced cola!?

The old man swayed his body rhythmically, tilted his head back, drank his iced cola, smacked his lips, and showed a pleasant, lingering expression.

Zhang Fan was stunned. The farmer-like old man looked extremely familiar; it was none other than…

"Master Chu...Master Chu!?"

Zhang Fan cried out, feeling that the scene before him was strange no matter how he looked at it.

Just then, the melodious and nostalgic sound abruptly stopped.

Chu Chaoran put down his phone and turned to look. In the hazy mist, the old figure appeared somewhat ethereal and towering.

"Xiao Zhang, come here."

Zhang Fan looked at Chu Chaoran, took a deep breath, and felt completely different upon seeing this Pure Yang True Man again.

Last time, on Zhenwu Mountain, his primordial spirit had just awakened, and he was completely ignorant, unaware of the weight of this pillar of Taoism.

Seeing each other again now is like an ant gazing at the blue sky.

"Real person!"

Zhang Fan approached and bowed respectfully. Who would have thought that this old man, who looked like a farmer, was the number one expert in the world today, the living Pure Yang Master?

At this moment, he was overwhelmed with emotions, never expecting to meet this number one person in the world who had reached the Pure Yang Limitless Realm here.

"Little Zhang, it's been over a year, you've gained quite a bit of weight," Chu Chaoran said with a light laugh.

"You're joking, sir. My weight has always been kept quite good," Zhang Fan said awkwardly.

At his age, if he controls his weight, he will stop growing and developing.

"I'm talking about your primordial spirit!" Chu Chaoran slightly raised his eyelids and grinned, "The food's pretty good!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's smile froze completely.

"A real person..."

Zhang Fan hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. His trip to Zhenwu Mountain to participate in the so-called disciple-acceptance ceremony was just a side trip. He had too many questions he wanted to ask this living master of the world, especially about the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate and the Three Corpses Calamity.

Originally, Zhang Fan wanted to wait until after the ceremony to find an opportunity, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come today.

"The sun is coming out……"

Just then, Chu Chaoran's voice pulled Zhang Fan back to reality.

In the east, a red sun rose, its rays dispelling the morning mist and casting a faint golden hue over the Pure Yang Immortal.

“The morning sun is always so beautiful… Xiao Zhang, you must have seen more of the scenery at night, right?” Chu Chaoran said suddenly as he looked at the rising sun.

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, a meaningful glint in his eyes, but nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

"Without enduring the long night, how can one witness the sunrise?" Chu Chaoran sighed, then suddenly said.

"Xiao Zhang, tell me, which came first, night or day?"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan was taken aback. He hadn't expected the Transcendental Master to ask such a strange question, and immediately shook his head.

"I do not know."

"So tell me, which comes first, the past or the future?" Chu Chaoran changed the subject and asked.

“Of course, the past comes first, then the future,” Zhang Fan said casually.

"Really?" Chu Chaoran pointed. "Look."

Zhang Fan looked over there and saw a straight tea tree.

"what happened?"

"Look again." Chu Chaoran changed his direction.

Zhang Fan looked over again and saw another tea tree on his right, though its trunk was slightly crooked.

"I don't understand what the real person means."

"You first saw this straight tea tree, and then you saw this crooked tea tree."

"So you could say that the straight one came first, and then the crooked one?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's head buzzed as if a great bell was ringing out, its sound echoing endlessly.

"Time does not flow, and heaven and earth have never begun to arise..." Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"So-called spiritual practice is about breaking through obstacles."

"Breaking through the barrier!?" Zhang Fan seemed to be deep in thought.

"What you can see is this tea plantation. Beyond that... can you see the scenery beyond that mountain?" Chu Chaoran asked, pointing to the distant mountain.

Zhang Fan shook his head, indicating that he could not.

“That is the barrier,” Chu Chaoran said solemnly.

"What you see, hear, know, feel, and practice... are all obstructed."

"As long as you are in the mortal world, you will encounter obstacles everywhere!"

"Only by breaking through barriers can we see the truth and attain enlightenment!"

Only by doing so can we understand the past, see the present, and know the future...

Chu Chaoran's voice was mysterious and ethereal; at this moment, even his figure appeared illusory in Zhang Fan's eyes.

"The ways of the ancients are not to be followed; abandon the sages and discard wisdom to attain the wondrous and profound truth..."

"The more you know, the more obstacles you encounter; the more obstacles you encounter, the greater your calamity will be..."

"How can this path be achieved? How can this body attain immortality?"

“Master, the greater the tribulation, the greater the destiny. If one can resolve the tribulation and obtain the destiny, wouldn’t one be able to advance bravely and diligently?” Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Chu Chaoran laughed: "When will it end?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Cultivating longevity, cultivating longevity, naturally there is no calamity, nor fate. One transcends both, beyond dimensions, where is there any distinction, where is there any clarity of life and death?"

Zhang Fan listened in a daze. Clearly, the realm that Chu Chaoran was standing at had far exceeded his knowledge and imagination. With Zhang Fan's current cultivation level, he could not truly comprehend its subtleties.

"Master, how can one cultivate immortality?" Zhang Fan asked a crucial question.

"you know……"

"Mayflies!?" Chu Chaoran suddenly asked.

"I know." Zhang Fan nodded.

That is the shortest lifespan of any life form in the world.

Human life is but a hundred years, like a mayfly in a day; born in the morning and dying at dusk, unaware of the nature of heaven and earth.

"Compared to the lifespan of a mayfly, humans are like immortal gods. But compared to the boundless universe, a human's hundred-year lifespan is less than a mayfly's single day..."

Just then, Chu Chaoran slowly stood up, looking at the rising sun in the east, his aged eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Like a mayfly in the vastness of the universe, a mere grain of millet in the boundless ocean..."

"That is immortality!"

“Longevity…” Zhang Fan pondered, savoring Chu Chaoran’s words.

“As the sun rises, so must it set. I should go now,” Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"Go? Go where?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry, it's not time to leave yet," Chu Chaoran smiled.

"Come find me after this ceremony is over, and we can have a good chat."

As he spoke, Chu Chaoran picked up the bottle of zero-sugar cola that was not yet finished and turned to leave.

"Xiao Zhang, remember this: no one in this world can teach you how to walk the road ahead."

“The methods of our predecessors are not enough to follow…” Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered Chu Chaoran’s words.

"Then what should I do?"

Zhang Fan suddenly looked up, but there was nothing in front of him. There was no sign of the transcendent master. In the vast tea garden and the vast world, it seemed as if he was all alone.

"Learn from nature, and find the way within yourself!"

Just then, Chu Chaoran's voice resounded in Zhang Fan's heart, as vast as thunder, as endless as mountains and rivers, a wondrous and profound sound that shook the deaf.

Those eight words were like a brand, engraved in Zhang Fan's heart.

dong dong dong...

Just then, a loud knocking sounded on the door.

Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and the blinding sunlight shone through the window onto his face.

He looked around and realized he was still in his room at the Blissful Villa, lying quietly on the bed.

"Did I have a dream?" Zhang Fan rubbed his head.

He hadn't dreamed for a very, very long time.

"Learn from nature, and take yourself as the way." Zhang Fan murmured softly, his expression somewhat dazed, feeling that the dream he had just had was both illusory and real.

dong dong dong...

The knocking started again, this time with a hint of urgency.

Zhang Fan got up and went to open the door. When he opened the door, Li Miaoyin was standing outside.

"What are you doing? I've been knocking for ages and no one's opened the door." Li Miaoyin walked in naturally, looking around the room suspiciously.

"I'm asleep," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Asleep? Isn't it said that people who cultivate the [Divine Demon Holy Embryo] basically don't need to sleep?" Li Miaoyin asked curiously.

"You need to take a nap every now and then," Zhang Fan said casually.

By cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, one's primordial spirit becomes incredibly powerful, naturally eliminating the need for sleep.

However, once the primordial spirit falls into a deep sleep and awakens, it can become even stronger. This is a cultivation method unique to the [Divine Demon Holy Embryo].

That's why Zhang Lingzong left a bottle of sleeping pills for Zhang Fan.

That bottle of sleeping pills would be an extremely poisonous elixir for others, causing their primordial spirit to collapse in an instant once ingested. However, for those who cultivate the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, it is a sacred and precious medicine.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fan had already finished that bottle of sleeping pills.

"Is there something you need so early?" Zhang Fan changed the subject and asked.

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?" Li Miaoyin asked, dissatisfied.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can," Zhang Fan said with a light laugh.

"I'd like to invite you to have breakfast together, and we can go for a walk while we're at it," Li Miaoyin said with a slight smile, her expression softening.

"There happens to be a tea garden nearby in the mountains, we can go and pick some new tea."

"tea garden!?"

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, then his gaze sharpened as he looked out the window at the rising sun, a ray of sunlight piercing into his deep, dark eyes.

……

Shangjing City.

No. 273 Xianyin Road, Dao Alliance Headquarters.

Inside the office, a kind-looking elderly man with gray hair, wearing thick gold-rimmed reading glasses, was hunched over his desk, with a thick stack of documents beside him.

"President, this is the information compiled from Zhenwu Mountain."

Just then, Fan Lingzhou placed the latest document on the table.

"Yes, Brother Chu accepting a disciple is a major event. We should inform the Daoist Alliance of Jiangbei Province and coordinate with the relevant local departments. The etiquette must be impeccable, and the scale of the ceremony cannot be low..."

Jiang Wansui didn't even glance at the document, but his pen never stopped moving.

"Furthermore, let Xia Yin make the most of this opportunity. If he can receive guidance from Brother Chu, it will be enough to benefit him for a lifetime."

"Yes."

Fan Lingzhou nodded mechanically, his mind seemingly elsewhere.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Wansui asked without looking up.

"That person from the Ge family... has shown up and has also made contact with the Wuwei Sect," Fan Lingzhou said in a low voice.

"President, if Ge really succeeds in this, Chu... Zhenwu Mountain's reputation will definitely plummet, and then we White Cranes..."

"Xiao Fan, the flags in the square outside look dirty. Find someone to replace them later," Jiang Wansui suddenly said.

"A flag!?" Fan Lingzhou was stunned for a moment, not understanding what it meant.

"The flag is the facade; it can be changed, but it can't be dirty," Jiang Wansui said calmly.

"Brother Chu has led the Daoist sect for sixty years and made great contributions. He is the face of the Daoist sect. The rationality and necessity of all the slander against him are worth discussing and debating."

"I understand." Fan Lingzhou nodded.

He knew that President Jiang always spoke in a subtle way, and the meaning behind his words was worth pondering.

"President, if..." Fan Lingzhou hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth and said.

"If Chu... really met with some misfortune, then..."

The conversation abruptly ended there, and even Fan Lingzhou, Jiang Wansui's right-hand man, dared not continue.

Just then, Jiang Wansui stopped writing and adjusted his gold-rimmed reading glasses.

"Little Fan..."

"exist."

"In this world..."

“There’s never a shortage of new kings!!” Jiang Wansui’s voice faded away.

"I understand."

Fan Lingzhou bowed respectfully and slowly left the office.

The quiet room was now empty except for Jiang Wansui, the man who held half the power in the Daoist sect!
(End of this chapter)