Pure Yang!

Chapter 410 The Disciple Acceptance Ceremony! Calamity Has Arrived

The bright moon and a few cold stars in the purple sky made the approaching figure even more captivating.

After many days, when I saw Yu Xuanji again, her temperament had undergone a complete transformation compared to when she was in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Her beauty was stunning but not seductive, and every gesture she made had an indescribable and lingering charm, like a deep pool thousands of feet deep, where only ripples could be seen, but the scene within the pool could not be seen.

"Yu Xuanji!"

Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened as he looked at the successor of Sanqing Mountain. The latter's beautiful eyes shone with a unique brilliance, and she met his gaze without flinching.

Their eyes met, their gazes colliding in the void.

Yu Xuanji's beautiful, shimmering eyes seemed to hold a vast, dark night, a depth that even Zhang Fan could not fathom.

She has changed, so much so that it is unimaginable, but to outsiders, even her closest friends and family, there is no difference whatsoever.

Only Zhang Fan could instinctively and keenly perceive that Yu Xuanji had undergone a complete transformation.

"You actually dare to come to Zhenwu Mountain." A chilling glint appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that his Three Corpse Gods were definitely involved with Yu Xuanji.

"The green mountains stand together under the same clouds and rain, the bright moon has never been of two separate places."

Yu Xuanji gazed at the bright moon in the sky, murmuring softly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, making her exceptionally captivating.

“Zhang Fan, we were originally meant to be together. You and I should have been together all along.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Yinxia, ​​who was standing next to him, couldn't help but turn his head, and a look of surprise appeared on his originally calm face.

He never dreamed that this successor of Sanqing Mountain would so openly express his feelings to a man in front of him and in front of everyone.

"So it was him!?" Gu Yinxia couldn't help but scrutinize Zhang Fan.

Recently, the most popular topic on the Xiaodao APP is "Yu Xuanji Dao Couple", which once reached the ninth place on the hot search list.

When Gu Yinxia saw it, he initially thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems to be true in most cases, and the man that Yu Xuanji was willing to throw herself at was the one in front of him.

“Zhang Fan!?” Gu Yinxia raised an eyebrow.

"In front of the King of Hell, all you can say is nonsense." Zhang Fan said coldly, "Yu Xuanji, we know each other inside and out, any more words are just a waste of breath."

"Understand each other's roots!?"

Gu Yinxia looked at Zhang Fan with suspicion, then at Yu Xuanji.

"Interesting. Are you going to make your move here?" Yu Xuanji smiled.

"If you hand over the person, I can let you go," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"Hand him over?" Gu Yinxia's heart skipped a beat.

"Cheating!?"

He hadn't expected that there was a third person between Zhang Fan and Yu Xuanji; this gossip was getting more and more interesting.

“Zhang Fan, I know your background perfectly well. Don’t think you’re invincible just because you killed Li Changgeng.”

Yu Xuanji stood with her hands behind her back, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Upon hearing this, Ge Shuangxiu's expression changed slightly. No one expected that this woman would expose Zhang Fan's secrets here.

"You killed my junior brother?"

Suddenly, Gu Yinxia's eyes widened, and with a roar, he glared at Zhang Fan.

Li Changgeng has indeed not appeared in public for a long time.

"Xuanji, are you telling the truth?" Gu Yinxia's face was grim, but he did not lash out.

He knew Li Changgeng's cultivation level very well. He had awakened three great supernatural powers and mastered the Heaven and Earth Seizing Fate. Such a prodigy was invincible among his peers.

Looking back over the past century, the only ones who could be so amazing at his age are the former Three Corpse Daoist and Chu Chaoran.

Gu Yinxia did not believe that any of his peers in the world could defeat Li Changgeng, let alone kill him.

“You can give it a try,” Yu Xuanji said indifferently.

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yinxia took a step forward, his large hand reaching out with the sound of wind and thunder. His domineering aura was no less than that of Ge Chang'an that day.

"As expected of a distinguished disciple of Baihe Temple."

hum...

Almost simultaneously, Ge Shuangxiu flashed and blocked Zhang Fan's path, throwing a punch that collided with Gu Yinxia.

A terrifying wave surged from beneath their feet, causing wind and thunder to ripple through the air, spreading outwards.

The howling wind echoed across the square of Zixiao Palace.

"So it was you. You are that Wuwei sorcerer who escaped from Chang'an."

With just one strike, Gu Yinxia recognized Ge Shuangxiu. He looked at the other man with surprise in his eyes.

"He was hit by the lightning talisman left by Junior Brother Chang Geng, and he's still alive?"

"Catch the thief red-handed, don't keep calling me a useless sorcerer," Ge Shuangxiu said coldly.

"You guys are really bold, daring to venture into Zhenwu Mountain," Gu Yinxia said coldly.

In his view, it was uncertain whether the two people in front of him could hurt Li Changgeng, but their identity as the Wuwei Demon was a certainty.

Zhang Fan ignored him completely; his gaze remained fixed on Yu Xuanji the entire time. He was waiting, scrutinizing her...

We are waiting for the other side to reveal a weakness, and we are assessing whether we can suppress them.

Finally, Zhang Fan moved. He took a step forward, and his entire aura changed accordingly.

"You want to make a move here?"

Yu Xuanji's eyes changed, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just then, Ge Shuangxiu grabbed Zhang Fan and shook his head at him.

"Don't make a move here."

On Zhenwu Mountain, the grand ceremony for accepting disciples is about to begin. The commotion here is too great, and countless experts are stationed here. Perhaps his identity will be revealed.

Divine and Demonic Embryo!

The Three Corpses Illuminate Fate!

The fact that he possesses both major internal alchemy techniques is truly remarkable.

"Zhang Fan, don't worry, there's going to be a big show tonight." Yu Xuanji smiled slightly and stepped in front of Gu Yinxia.

"Brother Gu, could you do me the honor of settling our score after this matter is resolved?"

"it is good."

Gu Yinxia pondered for a moment, then nodded.

This is Zhenwu Mountain, surrounded by countless masters. In his eyes, neither Zhang Fan nor Ge Shuangxiu can escape.

"You just wait," Zhang Fan said coldly.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

Dang...dang...

Just then, a loud bell rang out from the depths of Zixiao Palace, resounding throughout Zhenwu Mountain.

"Midnight has passed, the yin energy gives rise to yang, the time has come."

At this moment, inside and outside the Zixiao Palace, figures surged, all looking in the same direction.

Among these people, Zhang Fan saw many familiar faces.

An Wuyang of Zhongnan Mountain stood under the corridor and saw Zhang Fan in the distance. It was a fleeting glance, and then it was gone without a trace.

The Qi brothers, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, from Laojun Mountain, waved to Zhang Fan from a distance.

Fang Changle from Maoshan also came over after meeting with the elders of his sect.

There were also many other people, including Wang Qingshan and Wang Qinglian from the Wang family...

Ge Chang'an and Ge Fuyao of the Ge family...

These many people come from various sects and cultivation families. They have gathered here to witness the demeanor of the closed-door disciple of the Pure Yang True Man.

"It really wasn't you. I always thought that the disciple that Master Chaoran valued was you." Fang Changle couldn't help but feel regretful.

"Even Old Zhang wasn't valued. I wonder if this closed-door disciple has three heads or six arms," ​​Qi Dongqiang couldn't help but say.

“After all, he is the last disciple of the Transcendental Master, so show him respect,” Qi Delong reminded him. “Burn incense, pay respects, and offer sacrifices at the altar.”

Just then, a loud voice rang out.

In Taoist tradition, one chooses an auspicious day to establish an altar, offering incense, flowers, and fruits, reciting scriptures and paying homage to the patriarch, and taking refuge in the Three Treasures: Tao, Scriptures, and Master.

Almost simultaneously, within the Zixiao Palace, the sound of chanting rang out, ethereal and mysterious, echoing above Zhenwu Mountain and settling into the deep night.

"Open my mysterious court, enter my Dharma gate."

After a short while, the chanting subsided, and then another burst of high-pitched voices rang out.

Almost at the same moment, the gates of Zixiao Palace opened.

A multitude of gazes converged upon them; everyone was waiting for this moment, waiting to witness the last disciple of the Pure Yang Master in his lifetime.

hum...

The ancient portal slowly opened, and a figure appeared in everyone's sight.

She was a woman, whose beauty was undeniable even without makeup. She wore a yellow crown, a long robe, and round-toed black shoes.

"How...how could it be her?" Ge Shuangxiu exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the woman's face.

Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang... Everyone looked at that person, then at Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan stared in a daze at the beautiful figure emerging from Zixiao Palace.

"Wonderful sound!?"

He had considered countless possibilities, but he had never imagined that Li Miaoyin would emerge from that ancient palace and temple, from the Zixiao Gate.

At this moment, Li Miaoyin, dressed in a female Taoist outfit, was even more charming and captivating.

Under the lamplight, Li Miaoyin spotted Zhang Fan in the distance. Turning around, she saw him standing there in the dim light.

Looking at Zhang Fan's expression, she could barely suppress the smile on her lips. She had kept it a secret for so long, waiting for this moment, waiting for Zhang Fan's incredibly interesting expression.

But since it was her big day, the solemnity remained. Li Miaoyin managed to suppress her laughter and simply mouthed something to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan understood immediately at a glance.

"fool!"

"Holy crap, am I seeing things? The last disciple of the Transcendental Master is your wife?" Fang Changle blinked and gave Zhang Fan a hard slap.

Zhang Fan was completely oblivious, his eyes seemingly fixed solely on Li Miaoyin.

Since we met, all the past events seem like a dream at this moment.

“Your Zhang family’s ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke,” Ge Shuangxiu couldn’t help but say.

The last disciple of the Pure Yang Master, how special and beloved he must have been!

"The true path of Zhenwu is passed down to future generations; a stick of incense guides the mortal world!"

The resounding voice echoed once more, reverberating above the Zixiao Palace.

As soon as he finished speaking, the candles on the altar blazed brightly, and then a wisp of incense descended from the sky and landed in the Zixiao Palace.

"A transcendent master!?" Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

This incense is a direct transmission from the transcendent master, a matter of destiny. The flame guides the way, and disciples must follow the incense step by step to the golden summit of Zhenwu Mountain to worship in the Zhenwu Hall, signifying the "inheritance of the incense."

hum...

Just then, a rainbow light rose from Li Miaoyin's spiritual platform and coiled around the wisp of incense.

This is where her primordial spirit resides, where she inherits the incense offerings and worships Zhenwu.

"Homage and bow to Zhenwu!"

As soon as the song ended, the bells in the Zixiao Palace rang out loudly.

As the flowers scattered and flames slowly lit up the mountain path of Zhenwu Mountain, Li Miaoyin's primordial spirit, bound to that wisp of incense, headed towards the golden summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

Once she stepped onto the Golden Summit and entered the Zhenwu Hall, she officially became the last disciple of the Transcendental Master.

“Come on, it’s a big deal for your wife, you have to come along the whole way,” Ge Shuangxiu joked.

"What nonsense."

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, but his pace was faster than anyone else's.

……

At this very moment, at the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

Inside the Zhenwu Hall, the hall was already packed with people. Tonight, almost everyone standing here was a mountain lord or a family patriarch, standing at the highest level of the Taoist sect.

The leaders of Qiyun Mountain, Zhongnan Mountain, Sanqing Mountain, Laoshan Mountain, and Maoshan Mountain all came in person.

Among the ten famous Taoist mountains, the leaders of Laojun Mountain, Kongtong Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain, though not personally present, still sent congratulatory gifts and dispatched figures of the Heavenly Master level, demonstrating their high regard for the region.

"Brother Chaoran, you have truly taken on a fine disciple."

Among the crowd, an old man spoke. His voice was hoarse, his hair was gray, but he looked to be only in his forties.

This is Tong Miaoguan, the headmaster of Sanqing Mountain.

Such a person, even standing atop the Golden Summit without leaving the palace, could travel in all directions in spirit, and naturally would be able to take in everything in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Li Miaoyin immediately caught the eye of these bigwigs.

"Old Chu always does things that ordinary people can't do," Chen Zhuoqing, the leader of Maoshan Sect, chuckled.

Among these bigwigs, he had the best relationship with Chu Chaoran, and their friendship could be traced back to their youth.

Upon hearing this, a half-smile appeared on everyone's face.

They vaguely remembered that many years ago, Chu Chaoran had taken in a disciple who had been closed to the world. The scene that time was quite grand. The door could be opened again after being closed. Only this Pure Yang True Man could do such a thing.

"Eat and drink well." Chu Chaoran simply smiled and said politely.

Eat less, drink less.

Then he added another sentence.

"master……"

Just then, a soft exclamation rang out in the hall, and from the crowd, Daoist Pojie stepped out.

"Breaking the rules! What are you doing? Step back!"

Liu Nanxu frowned and whispered sharply.

In this situation, he was not even qualified to stand next to Chu Chaoran, let alone break the rules. Logically speaking, he shouldn't even be in the main hall.

However, since he served Chu Chaoran for many years, no one paid any attention to him.

"Master, today is an auspicious day for you to accept a disciple. Someone asked me to deliver a big gift to you."

As he spoke, Daoist Pojie walked up to Chu Chaoran, bowed down, and took out a brocade box from his robes.

The people present exchanged glances, their expressions revealing a deeper meaning.

A deep bond between teacher and student is certainly admirable, but what kind of occasion is this?
Such behavior is truly impolite.

Chu Chaoran lowered his gaze, looking at the Daoist who had broken the precepts, his eyes revealing a hint of compassion.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the brocade box, which bore a strange symbol of a hand holding a coffin.

"A coffin-carrying ceremony!" Chu Chaoran murmured softly.

That single glance caused Mo Ranchen, the sect leader of Qiyun Mountain, who was not far away, to tremble with excitement.

"Child, step back."

Chu Chaoran took the brocade box and watched as Daoist Pojie stepped aside before opening it.

Inside that exquisite box was a talisman, an ancient and mysterious talisman.

"Chu Chaoran, your time has come!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed in the Zhenwu Hall. The next moment, the ancient and mysterious talisman shot into the sky, its terrifying aura merging with heaven and earth, entangling Chu Chaoran.

That talisman, written in crimson and jade, shone with a dazzling light, causing all things to enter a state of chaos and all living beings to return to stillness.

"This is……"

"The final manifestation of the calamity of ten thousand evils! The last manifestation of the calamity of ten thousand evils left behind by Zhang Lao Er."

In the distance, Mo Ranchen cried out in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)