Pure Yang!

Chapter 414 The Position of Sect Leader! Chu Chaoran and Zhang Fan

Where does the desolation of the mountains and forests originate? The south wind sweeps across the flowing eastern clouds.

Look at Zhenwu, that man still stands at the pinnacle.

Enlightenment is attained through pure Yang; a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye, like a dream.

Calamities arise from the mortal world; who are the heroes of today?
……

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes. A beam of light shone into his pupils, and he seemed to see the world change color, the mountains and rivers shatter, and in an instant, everything seemed to return to clarity.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and a bright moon rose into the sky.

The stream flows gently, and the flowers bloom and fade.

Zhenwu Mountain looks the same, yet it seems to have changed drastically.

The universe is like a fleeting thought of a person, always filled with chaos, things that are hard to see through, hard to explain, and hard to understand.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's vision blurred, and he saw a figure standing in front of him.

His long robe fluttered in the wind, his beard and hair bore the marks of time, and he held a worn-out wooden sword in his hand.

"A real person..."

Zhang Fan's heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but cry out.

At this moment, Chu Chaoran was unlike anyone he had ever seen before. He seemed to have changed the appearance of the mountains and rivers, or as if he had turned the mountains and rivers back to their original state.

That feeling was fleeting, and could change in an instant; even Zhang Fan, in his current state, could not fathom or grasp it.

Chu Chaoran gave Zhang Fan a deep look, his gaze as vast and boundless as the Canglan River, containing a multitude of emotions.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Li Miaoyin beside him.

"master……"

When Li Miaoyin woke up, a trace of disorientation still lingered in her eyes.

hum...

Chu Chaoran pointed a finger and it landed on Li Miaoyin's forehead. Immediately afterwards, a strange mark slowly appeared. The mark was round and perfectly round, exactly the same as the mark left by the True Martial Jade Tablet on Zhang Fan's chest.

However, Zhang Fan's mark was golden, while the mark on Li Miaoyin's forehead was silver-white, shining like a bright moon.

"From this day forward, you are the true martial lineage, my last disciple."

Chu Chaoran spoke softly, his voice was very small, but it was like thunder and lightning, spreading throughout Zhenwu Mountain.

At this moment, everyone awoke, as if breaking free from the mystery of the womb and returning to the world.

They looked at Li Miaoyin and Chu Chaoran; everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just then, Chu Chaoran suddenly called out.

"A real person."

Zhang Fan hurriedly stepped forward and listened to the instructions.

"Go to Qingwei Palace and wait for me," Chu Chaoran said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Immediately afterwards, a long rainbow shot into the sky, and the old wooden sword returned to the Nanxuan Palace, hanging on the cliff face.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin turned her head to look at Zhang Fan, but there was a hint of unease in her eyes.

"Yu Xuanji is a scourge."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, his voice chillingly cold. He looked around, but could no longer find the woman.

In fact, when the Three Corpse Daoist's Three Corpse Gods were born, he vaguely sensed that Yu Xuanji had already left Zhenwu Mountain. Her aura was far away outside the mountain, and they could sense each other.

At this moment, Zhang Fan had no idea what kind of consequences this would have.

He also didn't know what had become of the Three Corpse God, once the number one expert in the world.

"We can only wait and ask Master Chu for answers," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Since Chu Chaoran wanted to speak with him alone, it must be something extremely important. After all, it was truly remarkable that this Pure Yang True Man could still find the time to speak with him in this situation tonight.

It should be noted that, at present, representatives from various major sects and aristocratic families are still waiting at the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

With such a major incident, countless people and forces will be involved. The news has probably already reached Shangjing City and the Dao Alliance Headquarters.

“I feel…” Zhang Fan looked up at the golden summit of Zhenwu Mountain, hesitating to speak.

"What?" Li Miaoyin asked, turning to the side.

"The world is about to descend into chaos," Zhang Fan murmured softly.

……

Tonight, I am destined to have no sleep.

However, most people were in a daze, unaware of what had happened that night or what impact it would have.

Such an impact is beyond imagination, and can almost be called the greatest in a century.

Since the Jiazi Demon Extermination, the greatest change in the world will occur tonight.

However, most people are ignorant, and the vast majority of cultivators on Zhenwu Mountain are no different from each other.

For most people, all they saw tonight was the invincible aura of the Pure Yang Realm expert.

That kind of shock is enough to last a lifetime, leaving a lasting impression.

……

The Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

The main hall of the ancestral master has long been reduced to ruins, and the representatives from various sects and aristocratic families have been temporarily housed in a side hall.

At this moment.

Inside the Great Luo Hall on the back mountain.

Inside the vast palace, besides Chu Chaoran, there were only the three great celestial masters: Zhao Wuji, Xi Dongyang, and Liu Nanxu.

"Dongyang, you take care of things outside," Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"Senior brother, about what happened tonight..." Xi Dongyang hesitated, then subconsciously looked at Chu Chaoran.

Tonight's great calamity is something ordinary people would only think was that Chunyang Zhenren was assassinated, but those at the Celestial Master level could more or less see that the final calamity came from Chu Chaoran himself.

He harbors a demonic and malevolent being within him; even a powerful celestial master is reduced to ashes in an instant.

This Pure Yang Master seems to be hiding some unspeakable secret.

"I will give them an explanation," Chu Chaoran said calmly.

"Yes."

Xi Dongyang didn't say anything more and slowly withdrew.

"Xiao Liu, why don't you go and help your martial uncle too?" Chu Chaoran waved his hand.

"is teacher."

Liu Nanxu turned and left, but as she moved her feet lightly, she glanced at Zhao Wuji.

In the blink of an eye, only Chu Chaoran and Zhao Wuji, the two fellow disciples, remained in the Great Luo Hall.

"This kid who broke the rules is not bad," Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's brows twitched violently. He looked up at Chu Chaoran, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You knew all along?" Zhao Wuji asked in a deep voice.

“I knew it when I picked it up,” Chu Chaoran said calmly.

Po Jie, among his many disciples, was not considered particularly talented, but he was raised from a young age.

“He is a descendant of mine who remained outside the family when I was still a layman. In a sense, he is my great-grandson,” Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

“I recognized him when he was very young.”

"Why make things difficult for this child?" Chu Chaoran sighed.

"Do you think I want this?" Zhao Wuji looked up and gave Chu Chaoran a deep look.

"Chu Chaoran, from childhood to adulthood, you have always been one step ahead of me. When I was young, I did have the idea of ​​competing with you, but who isn't impetuous when they're young?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

“You act eccentrically and are unconventional. Outsiders may not know how close you are to the Wuwei Sect, but you and I should know very well.”

"The chaos of tonight is the result of the seeds you sowed in your youth."

"The Daoist sect suffered a great calamity; even our master died at Longhu Mountain, yet you alone returned alive? When I ask you, you won't utter a single word." "How can I respect someone like you?"

Zhao Wuji's voice echoed within the Great Luo Palace, causing the incense on the altar to tremble and sway.

“I don’t want to sit in that position, but I’m worried about passing on the great cause of our ancestor and the incense of Zhenwu to you.”

"However, sixty years ago, atop Mount Tai, you slew that man..."

"Unrivaled in the world, yet your legacy is now a legend. I admire you."

"The realm of pure Yang is unparalleled in the world; I respect you."

“From that moment on, I never had any other thoughts.”

Zhao Wuji spoke each word with conviction, and Chu Chaoran simply listened quietly.

"But last year, during the Jade Register Transmission Ceremony, the True Martial Jade Register fell into the hands of that unrelated kid, and you just let him go down the mountain like that?" Zhao Wuji changed the subject.

"You think I don't know who that kid is?"

“He is a remnant of the Southern Zhang clan, a disciple of Longhu Mountain,” Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Back then, you brought the True Martial Jade Tablet back from Mount Longhu, and now it has been handed over to the descendants of Mount Longhu..."

"What are you trying to do? What are you hiding?"

"The patriarch passed on the teachings for seventy-three years, and then, as a mortal facing calamity, I became a ginseng..." Zhao Wuji said through gritted teeth.

“From that moment on, I knew that the great cause of Zhenwu Mountain would surely be ruined in your hands; your heart was never truly with Zhenwu…”

"So, all you care about is Zhenwu Mountain, so you want to kill me?" Chu Chaoran whispered.

"I didn't intend to kill you. I just wanted to compete. I can't stand by and watch our ancestor's legacy be destroyed in your hands," Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"I never imagined that I couldn't compete with you when I was young, and I still can't compete with you now."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the clay sculptures of immortals and gods on the altar, his eyes filled with pity and self-reproach.

“You are a good disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, but not a good senior brother.”

Chu Chaoran spoke softly and strode towards the entrance of the main hall.

"You didn't even ask what was behind me..."

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment. He looked at Chu Chaoran who had just passed by him, then suddenly turned around and looked at the departing figure.

"I never intended to compete with you, but unfortunately, even if I didn't want to, you couldn't beat me."

"Destiny is in my hands, you're the good-for-nothing..."

Chu Chaoran suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Wuji, revealing a teasing smile.

"Just tell me if you're useless or not."

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment. He clenched his fists, as if he was holding back a breath, but he had no way to refute it.

"Senior brother..."

"From this day forward, you shall be the leader of Zhenwu Mountain!"

A simple sentence, yet like a pebble thrown into a cold pond, stirred up a thousand ripples, touching the softest spot in Zhao Wuji's heart.

He looked up abruptly, but there was nothing in front of him; Chu Chaoran was nowhere to be seen.

Inside the ancient Great Luo Palace, he was left all alone, along with the words that lingered for a long time.

"From this day forward, you shall be the leader of Zhenwu Mountain."

Zhao Wuji looked somewhat dazed. Gradually, he clenched his fists, and a mist welled up in his eyes.

"Junior brother!"

The Celestial Master spoke softly, his voice as faint as a whisper, almost inaudible.

……

Late at night.

Qingwei Palace, Chunyang Hall.

Last year, Zhang Fan obtained the [True Martial Jade Certificate] here and awakened the [Samadhi True Fire]. From then on, he began to escape the calamity of the darkest night, and his life was never the same again.

Returning to this place now brings a unique feeling.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from behind. Zhang Fan turned around and saw a person carrying an oil lamp walking up.

"Brother who broke the rules."

Zhang Fan was overjoyed. He was just about to ask someone what had happened beneath the golden summit of Zhenwu Mountain tonight when, unexpectedly, his senior brother, who had broken the rules, arrived.

He was one of Master Chu's men.

"Um!?"

As soon as he approached, Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and noticed something was wrong. Po Jie's face was deathly pale, like a blank sheet of paper, without a trace of blood, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness and was completely lifeless.

"Brother Broken Rules, what's wrong?" Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.

When we met yesterday, he was fine when he broke his vow, but now he's practically terminally ill, as if he only has one breath left.

"It's alright, it's alright..." Breaking the rules forced a smile, shook his head and whispered.

A simple sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his body swayed precariously.

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

Just then, another set of footsteps sounded.

The two turned their heads and saw an old figure walking upstairs, who was none other than Chu Chaoran.

"division……"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the man who had broken the rules cried out, but he stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Chu Chaoran looked at him and couldn't help but sigh: "Why did you have to ruin your cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly.

“Brother who broke the rules, you…”

"I am caught in a dilemma, unable to have both. I can only..." Master Pojie gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

"Silly child, the Taoist name I gave you is Breaking the Rules..."

"It's not about breaking with old rules and regulations, but about breaking with your old self and letting go of the shackles you hold onto in your heart."

As he spoke, Chu Chaoran raised his hand and patted the head of Daoist Pojie.

"Life is bitter; a little taste is enough."

Upon hearing this, the Daoist Master who had broken the precepts trembled in his eyes, then knelt down with a thud, his fists clenched tightly, and a faint sobbing sound could be heard.

Zhang Fan stood silently to the side, without saying a word.

He didn't know what had happened, but from those few words, he could see the helplessness of the senior brother who had broken the precepts, and he could also see the compassionate kindness of the transcendent master.

Zhang Fan tactfully stepped aside. A moment later, the senior brother who had broken the precepts slowly got up, nodded to him, then turned around and went downstairs.

"Master, Brother Breaking the Rules, he..."

"It's alright, everyone has their own tribulations, everyone has their own destiny..." Chu Chaoran waved his hand and said.

"He's going his own way."

As he spoke, Chu Chaoran raised his hand to indicate, "Please sit down."

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He looked around and found the upstairs empty. Apart from the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, there were no chairs or even a futon for sitting cross-legged.

Just then, Chu Chaoran sat down on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan followed suit and sat down on the ground.

“Real person…” Zhang Fan began, he had so much to say and so many questions to ask.

"The True Warrior preaches the Dao for seventy-three years, and mortals who have undergone tribulations receive ginseng..."

Suddenly, Chu Chaoran spoke up.

“The patriarch’s words have come true. This is my tribulation, the tribulation of Zhenwu Mountain, and also your tribulation.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat. He had considered a thousand possibilities, but he was most afraid of one of them.

“He ran away!” Chu Chaoran whispered.

Those three simple words instantly plunged Zhang Fan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)