Pure Yang!

Chapter 409 The Coffin-Carrying Ceremony with Li Laosan! Goodbye Yu Xuanji
In the Zhenwu Hall, incense smoke rises and falls like clouds of smoke, and candlelight flickers like stars in the sky.

A stream of gazes fell upon Li Miaoyin as she entered the main hall. She was dressed in Taoist robes, without any makeup, yet she exuded an otherworldly and ethereal aura.

"It is indeed her."

Master Pojie looked at Li Miaoyin and sighed inwardly.

Among Chu Chaoran's many disciples, his talent was not particularly outstanding. However, he was calm and composed, and his sharpness was not overt. He often served by Chu Chaoran's side.

Because of this, he had more opportunities to get close to Chu Chaoran than others, and thus heard some things that were not heard outside.

He already knew who his junior sister who had closed the door was, so he was quite surprised when he saw Li Miaoyin with Zhang Fan during the day.

Xia Weisheng stared intently at him, a hint of surprise in his bright eyes.

She knew Li Miaoyin. Back during the Battle of the Ten Thousand Mountains, Zhang Fan, Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Li Miaoyin, and she even had a group photo taken after the victory.

Later, everyone returned to Yujing City together.

Xia Weisheng never expected that this woman, who seemed to have a close relationship with Zhang Fan and had fought alongside him, was actually the disciple chosen by his master.

At this moment, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

This feeling is like the youngest daughter who has always been the most beloved in the family suddenly having a younger sister.

"Greetings, Master, greetings..." Li Miaoyin walked to the foot of the altar and bowed.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, Zhao Wuji raised his hand and stopped Li Miaoyin from greeting him.

Li Miaoyin paused for a moment and looked at Chu Chaoran.

"Does Senior Brother have something to say?" Chu Chaoran asked.

“If I’m not mistaken, this girl is a disciple of another school, not a student of our sect.” Zhao Wuji’s eyes were like swords, as if he could see right through Li Miaoyin.

With his cultivation level, he could naturally tell that Li Miaoyin had already reached the Great Master realm.

Being able to stand at this level indicates that one has cultivated for many years and possesses profound skills.

“Not bad,” Chu Chaoran nodded.

“I understand what the sect leader means. The Daoist school is vast and teaches without discrimination. He wishes to establish a separate lineage outside the sect,” Zhao Wuji said in a low voice.

"To transmit the teachings outside the official doctrines and to glorify the Great Dao Sect's Dharma"—this was Chu Chaoran's intention, and also reflected his magnanimity.

This has led to much speculation about who this closed-door disciple is, with An Wuyang, Ge Chang'an, and Gu Yinxia all being popular candidates.

Despite their established lineage, they are still highly regarded and have a great chance of becoming disciples of the Transcendental Master.

Because of his pure Yang and boundless mind, his heart is bigger than the sky. In this degenerate age, he is not bound by sectarian prejudices, but has spread his teachings outside the main religion, and has witnessed the prosperity of my Dao.

“But…” Zhao Wuji changed the subject.

“Since she is your last disciple, Zhenwu Mountain should know her background.”

If the person is a disciple of another famous Taoist mountain, a descendant of the Chunyang family, or even a talent cultivated by the Taoist Alliance, with a clean and upright background, then there is naturally nothing to say.

However, it is simply unbelievable that even the most senior Celestial Master of Zhenwu Mountain did not know Li Miaoyin's origins.

“Little girl, you have cultivated to such a level that you have already entered the Xuanmen and stepped into the Huangting. You must have inherited something.” Zhao Wuji raised his eyes and looked at Li Miaoyin.

"Who is your master? Someone who can train you to such a level is definitely not an unknown person."

As soon as she finished speaking, an invisible aura slowly rose within the Zhenwu Hall, like clouds gathering and celestial phenomena stretching across the sky, vast and boundless, pressing down on Li Miaoyin.

"Senior brother, you've scared the child."

Just then, Chu Chaoran spoke. He smiled slightly, and the overwhelming and terrifying aura suddenly dissipated. Even Zhao Wuji's presence vanished from everyone's perception within the vast palace.

“If the sect leader makes decisions unilaterally based on his own power, I naturally have nothing to say. I will leave the True Martial Hall and reflect on my mistakes in seclusion,” Zhao Wuji said softly.

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.

Xi Dongyang glanced at Liu Nanxu but remained silent.

After the great calamity of the Daoist sect, Zhenwu Mountain suffered a severe shortage of talent and its lineage was in jeopardy. When it came to choosing a new leader for Zhenwu Mountain, Zhao Wuji and Chu Chaoran were the most popular candidates.

Chu Chaoran was a free spirit, but he was extremely talented and brought back the True Martial Jade Tablet from Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Wuji was also quite talented, mature and steady, and had more seniority than Chu Chaoran.

But in the end, the position of sect leader still fell to Chu Chaoran.

This is the past of Zhenwu Mountain, and the younger generation doesn't know much about it. Liu Nanxu is aware of it, but as Chu Chaoran's disciple, he can only pretend he didn't hear it.

Xi Dongyang, on the other hand, pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. He also didn't particularly like his strict and rigid senior brother, Zhao Wuji.

"Seize the secrets of heaven, compete for the Dharma, and the elixir of immortality takes millions of years to form; the Dharma is not perfect, and the merit is hard to complete."

Just then, Chu Chaoran's soft voice rang out, echoing throughout the Zhenwu Hall.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji instinctively stopped and turned around.

“Senior brother, this child and I have a master-disciple relationship. If she can grasp this opportunity, then we will be master and disciple.”

"By then, fate will have been sealed, and it will be in accordance with nature."

"What if she can't handle it?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Our destiny has been revealed; naturally, there will be someone more suitable," Chu Chaoran said calmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall changed color, and strange thoughts arose in their minds.

It seems that this closed-door disciple's chances of officially joining the sect are not yet certain. If any unforeseen circumstances arise, wouldn't someone else be the one to receive such a fortunate opportunity?
Even if something is fixed, there are still variables.

Everyone sighed inwardly, how could such an extraordinary opportunity as the last disciple of the Pure Yang Master be obtained so easily?
The Way should not be lightly transmitted, and the Law should not be sold cheaply; this has been the rule since ancient times.

"The sect leader's word is law, I have nothing to say. I wish the sect leader success in finding a suitable disciple."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji glanced at Li Miaoyin seemingly casually, then stepped out of the Zhenwu Hall.

"Senior brother..."

Just then, Xi Dongyang stepped forward, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"You may all leave now. Miaoyin, you go to Zixiao Palace to burn incense and bathe first," Chu Chaoran said, waving his hand.

The actual apprenticeship ceremony is extremely complicated, and preparations must begin as early as midnight.

"Yes." Li Miaoyin bowed and left the main hall.

Seeing this, everyone withdrew.

"Nanxu, you should go too."

Liu Nanxu didn't say much. He knew that if Chu Chaoran and Xi Dongyang, these two fellow disciples, had anything to say behind closed doors, it would mostly be about Zhao Wuji.

Although he was also a Celestial Master, his seniority meant he couldn't tolerate such words.

In the blink of an eye, only Chu Chaoran and Xi Dongyang remained in the vast Zhenwu Hall.

"Senior brother, don't mind him. That's just Zhao Wuji's temperament. He's been rigid since he was a child," Xi Dongyang said.

Zhao Wuji was an extremely meticulous and rule-abiding person. He had lived for a hundred years and had never broken any rules or regulations, not even the smallest precepts.

In comparison, Chu Chaoran had already broken every single rule of Zhenwu Mountain before he turned eighteen, setting a precedent for Zhenwu Mountain. This record is probably one that no one in later generations will be able to break.

"Why would I care?" Chu Chaoran laughed. "If I really cared, I would have killed him when I was young."

“Actually, the reason Zhao Wuji cares so much is because…” Xi Dongyang glanced at Chu Chaoran, then paused. “That little girl’s surname is Li…”

"Senior brother, is this Li of hers the same Li?" Xi Dongyang's eyes narrowed slightly as he awaited Chu Chaoran's answer.

"Yes."

That single word caused the old Celestial Master of Zhenwu Mountain to tremble violently.

“Those with the surname Li… are even more troublesome than those with the surname Zhang. I thought the pure-blooded Li family was extinct,” Xi Dongyang said in a deep voice.

The surname Li is more special than the surname Zhang, as this lineage does not appear in the world in the form of clan bloodline.

“That little guy from Baihe Temple, too,” Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"That little guy named Li Changgeng?" Xi Dongyang said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wansui is really amazing, he actually managed to find one."

“Senior brother, you really are the nemesis of that old bastard Jiang Wansui. He found one, and you found one too.” Xi Dongyang grinned.

“My Zhenwu Mountain is destined to surpass Baihe Temple.”

"Junior brother, do you think this is child's play?" Chu Chaoran glanced at him sideways and said indifferently.

"If one day I'm gone, and even Zhenwu Mountain is gone..."

Chu Chaoran's sudden change of tone startled Xi Dongyang.

"Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about? You are now at the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, how could you not be here? And how could Zhenwu Mountain not be here?"

"I said if..."

"When that time comes, we'll find a way for this child to survive."

"Senior brother, do you value this girl that much?" Xi Dongyang asked, frowning.

Chu Chaoran's words today seemed to have a profound meaning, making him feel somewhat uneasy.

“Just like you said, there aren’t many people with the pure bloodline of the Li surname left,” Chu Chaoran said solemnly.

“Back then… when the Southern Zhang were destroyed, Li Jiugong came once.”

“Li Laosan!?” Xi Dongyang’s brow twitched, and he couldn’t help but say, “The most mysterious person in their coffin-carrying group is this Li Laosan. Jiang Wansui has been searching for him for many years in order to determine whether he is alive or dead.”

Li Jiugong was one of the nine original members of the Coffin Carrying Society, ranking third, below Jiang Wansui and Zhang Tiansheng.

"Senior brother, what does he want from you?" Xi Dongyang couldn't help but ask. "As far as I know, he had already withdrawn from the coffin-carrying troupe at that time, and Jiang Wansui was searching for him all over the world."

"His child has some problems, and he asked me to take a look." Chu Chaoran sighed, "The hearts of parents are always full of love and concern."

"This is an enormous favor," Xi Dongyang said, giving Chu Chaoran a deep look.

“Senior brother, you shouldn’t have helped him. That brat Li Laosan later became someone important and even sat on the throne of the Xuan Palace Master,” Xi Dongyang said.

"I know, what was that child's name again..."

"Oh right, his name was Li Cunsi. He seemed alright back then, but he looked sickly, like he could only breathe in but not out." A look of reminiscence welled up in Chu Chaoran's eyes.

"Senior brother, the Li in Li Jiugong..."

"At the time, he talked to me about some things. Although he also had the surname Li, he wasn't pure-blooded, and neither were his children..."

“That’s right, those surnamed Li don’t pass down their lineage through bloodlines,” Xi Dongyang nodded.

He said that in all these years, he had only ever met one person with the surname Li who was of pure blood.

"Who?" Xi Dongyang couldn't help but ask.

"That child later married into the Zhang family!"

Xi Dongyang's brow twitched, and he remained silent.

"Then he came again, more than 20 years ago. At that time, he was injured and said that he had finally found another pure-blooded Li, but unfortunately Jiang Wansui took him away." Chu Chaoran said leisurely.

His voice was incredibly soft and slow, as if he were a spectator of time, recounting a past that had nothing to do with him.

“Li Changgeng!?” Xi Dongyang blurted out.

"That was the last time I saw him," Chu Chaoran sighed.

For more than twenty years afterward, Li Jiugong disappeared without a trace. Those who remembered him said he was dead, and now there are very few people who know his name.

"Junior brother, you should know how special this child is, right?"

"I understand, senior brother."

"Let's go, get ready. Tomorrow is a big day for Zhenwu Mountain, and we have many old friends to see."

Chu Chaoran looked at the hazy night outside the door, his gaze slightly narrowed, and he murmured softly.

……

At this very moment, in the Purple Cloud Palace.

In front of the worship hall, the fire in the bronze incense burner burned brightly, dispelling the darkness of the long night and bringing a little light.

The Taoist temples in the mountains are always unusually quiet, which calms the mind and calms the thoughts.

"It's so quiet."

Zhang Fan stroked the stone railing and gazed into the distance. He saw the mountains shrouded in mist, like a colossal creature hidden in the fog.

The vast Zhenwu Mountain holds countless mysteries and buries countless stories.

"The last time I came here, I stayed at the Golden Summit."

“Now, almost all those who can live on the Golden Summit are at the Celestial Master level,” Ge Shuangxiu said with a smile.

"Yes, a Celestial Master should be high and mighty."

In fact, he is currently halfway up Zhenwu Mountain, which is the same situation he is in in his cultivation.

"With so many celestial masters gathered together, what do you think would happen if they were all wiped out? What would become of the Daoist sect's strength?" Ge Shuangxiu suddenly blurted out.

Before the words were finished, a rumbling sound came from the sky, as if thunder was about to rise, and it was unknown when it would suddenly appear.

"Are you fucking crazy? What nonsense are you spouting here?" Zhang Fan glared at him fiercely. Sure enough, this was the mindset of the Wuwei Sect.

"I was just making a bold assumption." Ge Shuangxiu smiled awkwardly, glanced at the sky subconsciously, and stopped talking nonsense.

"When you make bold assumptions in the future, stay away from me."

"Tomorrow is the apprentice-acceptance ceremony, so let's go to bed early. There'll be plenty of excitement to watch." Ge Shuangxiu changed the subject.

This time, they were finally able to watch the spectacle from the sidelines, and most importantly, they were finally able to see what the mysterious disciple was really like.

"Let's go." Zhang Fan nodded and turned to go back.

dong... dong... dong...

Just then, a series of light footsteps came from behind. Zhang Fan subconsciously stopped and looked over, and saw a man and a woman walking over in the moonlight. The man was none other than Gu Yinxia, ​​whom he had met during the day.

As for the woman, she was a familiar face. Just one glance made Zhang Fan's brow twitch and his primordial spirit restless.

"Zhang Fan, how have you been since we parted ways in the Ten Thousand Mountains?"

In the hazy night, Yu Xuanji walked gracefully, smiling and chatting.

(End of this chapter)