Pure Yang!

Chapter 415 Nine Laws and Longevity! On Dragon Tiger Mountain
In the dead of night, dark clouds stretched across the sky.

The moon, like the indifferent eyes of a fox, gazes upon the human world.

In the desolate mountains, the night wind blew through his disheveled hair. The boy's eyes held the vicissitudes of time as he gazed in the direction of Zhenwu Mountain, his pupils reflecting an inexplicable emotion.

"Tribulations arise everywhere in the human world... The mortal world is a purgatory, and even the most virtuous and invincible cannot remain uninvolved; they must still face the tribulations."

Mr. Nian let out a sigh.

Those who cultivate themselves should not prioritize supernatural powers and techniques; such paths are long and arduous, and are merely minor, unorthodox methods.

To comprehend the principles, to align with nature, to observe the workings of heaven and earth, and to perceive the wonders of destiny's changes—that is the true path.

Now, Mr. Nian seems to have reached this level, and he exudes a mysterious aura.

Since escaping his predicament in the desolate mountains and leaving the Wonderful Temple to avoid this great calamity, he has become completely different.

At this moment, Jiang Yunxian looked at Mr. Nian, at this seemingly young but mysterious and unpredictable deputy sect leader of the Wuwei Sect, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

She seemed to be looking up at another being, one that was no longer in the same dimension as her.

"you……"

Jiang Yunxian's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on her beautiful face.

"Are you going to take that step?"

Such a question is earth-shattering. That step is something that countless cultivators have dreamed of for a long time, and throughout history, very few people have been able to even glimpse that step.

In today's world, people who are qualified to be asked such questions are extremely rare.

"What I saw tonight suddenly gave me an insight." Mr. Nian neither confirmed nor denied, but simply murmured softly.

His voice dissipated into the wind and settled in the mountains, its mysterious aura becoming even more unpredictable.

"What was that just now?" Jiang Yunxian pondered for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject.

“The Three Corpses!” Mr. Nian suddenly exclaimed.

"Three Corpses?" Jiang Yunxian's eyes narrowed to a line, a hint of surprise and doubt reflected in her pupils.

The Three Corpses are said to illuminate one's destiny, a mysterious and unpredictable phenomenon. Despite their great reputation, very few people have actually seen them, let alone understand their mysteries and secrets.

"The Three Corpses Taoist!?"

“You can understand it that way too,” Mr. Nian said calmly.

“How could that be? He’s not…” Jiang Yunxian said in a deep voice.

"Do you know about the Nine Supreme Internal Alchemy Methods?" Mr. Nian suddenly asked.

"The Nine Methods are supreme, the king of all ancient alchemical texts, containing the secrets to immortality," Jiang Yunxian said solemnly.

“Indeed, the Nine Laws are supreme, concerning immortality…”

Mr. Nian nodded and said, "Cultivators spend their entire lives searching, but even with pure Yang and limitless energy, one cannot achieve immortality."

"The Nine Great Internal Alchemy Methods hold the secrets to longevity, but who has ever truly seen them?"

"Tell me, throughout history, has anyone ever truly mastered the Nine Great Internal Alchemy Techniques? Or did they truly achieve immortality after mastering them? And where did those people go?"

Mr. Nian's series of questions left Jiang Yunxian in silence and deep thought.

“Perhaps they really have become immortals,” Mr. Nian sighed.

"Becoming an Immortal..."

Jiang Yunxian was somewhat dazed.

Even for cultivators, the concept of becoming an immortal seems somewhat ethereal and unattainable.

The higher one's level of understanding, the more one will question this world and those who are high above.

Do gods really exist in this world?
"Thirty-three heavens beyond heavens, immortals dwell beyond the nine heavens. Immortals are originally mortals, but I fear that mortals lack the willpower to be steadfast!"

Mr. Nian murmured softly, his voice like the whispering of the wind in the mountains.

I don't know if there are really gods in this world, but perhaps there really is immortality.

"The secret to longevity is hidden within the Nine Methods."

Jiang Yunxian raised her bright eyes slightly and looked at Mr. Nian's back. She could feel the firmness and conviction in his words.

“Jia gives birth to Gui and Gui dies…” Mr. Nian suddenly said.

“Li Cunsi cultivates the Jia-life-Gui-death method. His father was once a member of the Coffin-Carrying Society. Didn’t he tell you the secret of the Nine Methods?”

"Secret? What secret?" Jiang Yunxian couldn't help but ask.

All she knew was that Li Cunsi's father was named Li Jiugong, and that he had already passed away when she married into the family.

"Li Jiugong, back then he and Zhang Tiansheng's gang formed the Coffin Carrying Society, searched the whole world, and thoroughly investigated the mysteries of the Nine Methods. They actually found some clues," Mr. Nian sighed.

Clearly, he has a deep understanding of the "Coffin Carrying Society" organization.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yunxian asked.

"Immortality...immortality..."

"Those who cultivate the Nine Methods will leave behind substances that grant them immortality, even after death..."

"It will coexist with the world and never perish, and will endure through countless eons without decaying."

"A substance that grants immortality?" Jiang Yunxian asked in a deep voice.

"The talisman we used tonight was crafted from the 'Calamity' left behind by the cultivator of the 'Ten Thousand Evils Calamity' technique," Mr. Nian remarked.

"It's a pity that even with Zhang Tiansheng's abilities, he could only create three such talismans."

The requirements for crafting such talismans are extremely high, and the cost is also very high. It takes an unknown amount of manpower and resources to produce them. The most crucial element is the "calamity" left behind by the cultivator of the [Ten Thousand Evils Calamity] after death.

Back then, the coffin-carrying ceremony required a large number of people. They moved countless mountains and dug up countless graves before finding only three coffins.

In this day and age, it is extremely difficult to mobilize such manpower and resources.

"In addition, there is the life root left behind by the cultivators of the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] after their death. Back then, the coffin-carrying ceremony used this to refine a kind of candle called the [Rebirth Candle], which can bring the dead back to life and allow the primordial spirit to be reborn in the world."

What Mr. Nian said was a secret that even Jiang Yunxian had never mentioned.

After all, only the core founding members of the "Coffin Carrying Ceremony" knew about it.

"The coffin-carrying ceremony... Over the past sixty years, it has probably encompassed the most amazing talents in the world," Mr. Nian exclaimed.

Such an organization is beyond imagination, surpassing everything; it has never existed before, and it will never exist again.

Though fleeting, its influence is profound, revealing the truth of cultivation in the world and containing immense mysteries and secrets.

"Why do you think Zhang Lingzong hid in the Ailao Mountains?" Mr. Nian chuckled.

"Besides being known as a forbidden zone in the world, a place where one can avoid disaster and hide from calamity, the most important thing is... that it was once the place where a great god-demon's holy embryo ascended to immortality."

"Could it be..." Jiang Yunxian's heart skipped a beat.

"He's searching for the longevity substance left behind by the Divine Demon Embryo," Mr. Nian said indifferently.

"Zhang Tiansheng, the diviner, is a very interesting person..."

"Back then, he took away most of the results of the 'Coffin Carrying Ceremony'."

"You mean..."

“He left behind a treasure trove, perhaps more than one,” Mr. Nian said in a low voice.

"So, over the years, some people have wanted to eradicate Nan Zhang completely, but they have managed to survive until now."

"The divine divination left a life-saving charm for the incense offerings of Nan Zhang."

The legacy left by Zhang Tiansheng can only be found by people from the Southern Zhang clan.

At this point, Mr. Nian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"There aren't that many evil sects in this world. To put it bluntly, it's all just infighting among them."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunxian remained silent, pondering Mr. Nian's words, which contained a great deal of information.

"How do you know so much about the 'Coffin Carrying Ceremony'?" Jiang Yunxian suddenly asked.

In the mountain breeze, Mr. Nian's black hair swayed. He slowly turned to the side and looked deeply at Jiang Yunxian. Under the dim moonlight, his eyes were incredibly deep.

"Among the nine methods, apart from the ninth method which has never been seen before, only the [Three Corpses Illuminating Fate] is the most special."

Mr. Nian did not answer Jiang Yunxian's question, but suddenly said...

"What's so special about it?" Jiang Yunxian asked instinctively.

"The immortal substance He left behind... is alive!"

Mr. Nian's words were shrouded in mystery and repression, spoken in a low, sobbing voice, and were swallowed by the gentle mountain breeze.

Jiang Yunxian's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Could it be that just now..."

"He must have also witnessed the great calamity of the Taoist sect eighty years ago and know what happened on Longhu Mountain."

Mr. Nian's voice became low and hoarse, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Yunxian's heart was churning with turmoil. "Who remains after all the tribulations? Yet another true hero will emerge in a hundred years."

Suddenly, Mr. Nian let out a long roar, his voice bold and resounding, echoing through the desolate mountains.

"This world is finally becoming interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and disappeared into the vast天地 (heaven and earth), merging into the dark night.

The mountain wind howled, leaving only Jiang Yunxian standing there, pondering Mr. Nian's words.

……

At this very moment, at Zhenwu Mountain.

Qingwei Palace, Chunyang Hall.

Chu Chaoran and Zhang Fan sat on the ground, their shadows stretched long by the dim candlelight.

The Three Corpse Taoist, the former number one expert in the world, has escaped. This is hardly good news for Zhang Fan.

After all, he himself is now trapped in the Three Corpses Calamity, and he doesn't know when it will suddenly flare up.

"Master, is there no way to destroy that thing?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Chu Chaoran remained silent. He raised his hand and pointed behind Zhang Fan.

Can you destroy your own shadow?

Zhang Fan subconsciously turned around, looked at his swaying shadow, and was momentarily stunned.

Before he could react, Chu Chaoran raised his hand and smothered the flickering candlelight.

The small building was plunged into darkness, and Zhang Fan's shadow could no longer be seen.

"The light dissipated, like a vast, dark night, and the shadow naturally disappeared as well..."

Chu Chaoran said something profound.

"But He is not gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Chaoran withdrew his hand, and the candlelight appeared, filling the small building with light. Zhang Fan's shadow suddenly reappeared.

"Even if you die, as long as the light remains, the shadow will appear."

"That thing is like a shadow."

Chu Chaoran's words made Zhang Fan's expression even more solemn.

Although he had long suspected that the Three Corpse Gods had not been eradicated even after being suppressed by Chu Chaoran for sixty years, it was clear that even this Pure Yang True Man had no way to truly eliminate them.

But hearing these words from Chu Chaoran's mouth still made Zhang Fan feel a little disheartened.

The Three Corpses Calamity was indeed the greatest calamity of his life.

“The Three Corpse Gods are most compatible with the original body, just like Yin and Yang in the world,” Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"But he and his original form are also destined to be each other's calamities. Once separated, it's like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger entering the deep mountains..."

"The mortal world is the soil that nourishes Him, and for Him especially, His primordial spirit is the great medicine refined from the mortal world," Chu Chaoran warned.

"Once He finds a compatible primordial spirit and unites with it, He can generate immeasurable changes, which are extremely mysterious."

These words made Zhang Fan feel even worse, but the image of Yu Xuanji appeared in his mind.

He deeply regretted that last night at Zixiao Palace, he hesitated and didn't act quickly enough to capture him; otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

A single thought can change the course of history, altering the fates of countless people and leaving a profound impact.

"Master, isn't there any way at all?" Zhang Fan pressed.

All things in nature contain mysteries of life and death; if there is even a glimmer of hope, then there is no hope at all.

“Perhaps…” Chu Chaoran nodded.

"The Corpse-Slaying Sword!"

"One of the Nine Weapons!?" Zhang Fan blurted out.

“That’s right. Nine weapons can overcome nine techniques. It is said that the Corpse-Slaying Sword is the nemesis of the Three Corpses’ Fate. With this sword, we might be able to kill that thing.”

Chu Chaoran said solemnly, "Unfortunately, no one in this world knows where this sword is."

"According to records, the Corpse-Slaying Sword was destroyed in the calamity and is no longer in existence."

"Is this the only method?" Zhang Fan asked, unwilling to give up.

"There are two other places that might hold the secret of dismembering corpses," Chu Chaoran murmured.

"where?"

"The Ancestral Temple of the Wuwei School".

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's heart stirred slightly.

The founder of the Wuwei Sect, the first generation of the Three Corpses Daoist, was one of only three people throughout history to have mastered the "Three Corpses Illuminating Fate".

This legendary being may have left behind a method to slay the Three Corpses Calamity.

“He searched for it, but couldn’t find it,” Chu Chaoran said calmly.

His eyes were slightly hidden, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Zhang Fan remained silent, but he knew in his heart that the "he" Chu Chaoran spoke of was none other than the former number one martial arts master in the world, the Three Corpses Daoist...

Zhang Kongming!
“Master, there’s another place you mentioned, could it be…” Zhang Fan had a guess in his mind.

"good."

Chu Chaoran nodded, and the three words came out without hesitation.

"Longhu Mountain!"

“Yes.” Zhang Fan remained silent.

Throughout history, only three people in the world have mastered the "Three Corpses Illuminating Fate" technique. The third is the founder of Longhu Mountain...

Dao Ancestor Zhang Daoling!!!
Unfortunately, eighty years ago, all the Taoist sects in the world gathered at Longhu Mountain to jointly hold the "Grand Taoist Ritual," but that highest Taoist ritual turned into the most terrifying calamity in the world.

After the great calamity, the incense offerings of Taoist sects throughout the world withered, and the gates of Longhu Mountain were tightly closed, turning it into a dead end.

"The effects of the great calamity of the Daoist sects are still lingering. That place is now a dead end, and no one can enter or leave." Zhang Fan knew a little about Longhu Mountain.

People say that the most dangerous places are the hidden landscapes of the world, but they don't know that Longhu Mountain after the great calamity of the Taoist sect is the number one forbidden place in the world.

“Only members of the Zhang family can return to Longhu Mountain and find clues there,” Chu Chaoran said solemnly.

"The reopening of Longhu Mountain will take only one or two years."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's heart stirred. Last year, before Bai Buran had even entered the temple, he had heard rumors that the capital wanted to reopen Longhu Mountain and hold another grand Taoist ritual.

"Is it really him? Is it true?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

If Longhu Mountain is reopened, he will definitely make this trip, not only to find the method of severing corpses, but also because Zhang Lingzong, Zhang Sheng, and even the people of the Northern Zhang clan will probably return to Longhu Mountain.

That was the Zhang family's destiny ground.

"It should be so."

Chu Chaoran nodded and looked at Zhang Fan: "The predecessors are not to be followed; you have to walk your own path."

"The methods of our predecessors are insufficient!"

Zhang Fan murmured softly, savoring the words.

"Let's go, maybe we'll meet again in the future." Chu Chaoran waved his hand.

Looking at him, Zhang Fan suddenly felt that this Pure Yang True Man seemed to have made some kind of decision at this moment.

He subconsciously stood up, bowed deeply, and after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Master, I have another question."

"What exactly happened on Longhu Mountain eighty years ago? What did you see?" Zhang Fan wondered.

In fact, this is not only his doubt, but also the doubt of everyone in the world.

Although he saw some clues in the memories of the Three Corpse Core, he was still far, far away from the truth...

Chu Chaoran sat there cross-legged, motionless, as if in deep meditation.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but show disappointment, knowing that he couldn't get an answer from Pure Yang Master.

"Master, I'm leaving."

Zhang Fan bowed deeply to Chu Chaoran again, then turned and left.

"immortal!"

Suddenly, just as Zhang Fan reached the door, an aged voice came from behind him.

Zhang Fan's heart trembled slightly. He turned around and looked at Chu Chaoran, who seemed to be in a meditative state, with surprise in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)