Pure Yang!

Chapter 417 The Number One Yang Foundation Under Heaven! Reunion with Zhang Wuming
The bright sun hung high in the sky, and the red and white high-speed train, like an angry dragon, sped along the railway leading to Xijiang Province.

Zhang Fan sat by the window, looking out at the rolling mountains stretching endlessly, the local customs and atmosphere already quite different.

Now that he had entered the territory of Xijiang Province, his emotions were beginning to change.

After all, this was the ancestral home of Taoism, and the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, the number one family in the world, had lived here for generations.

“Longhu Mountain…” Zhang Fan murmured softly.

Eighty years ago, the Taoist sect suffered a great calamity, and the incense offerings at Longhu Mountain were cut off overnight, leaving nothing behind. From then on, the Zhang family split up, one in the north and one in the south.

His ancestors left their homeland, abandoned Xijiang, and moved to Jiangnan. From then on, their homeland was gone, and their ancestral worship could not continue.

Ten years ago, their family also returned to Longhu...

Right at the foot of Longhu Mountain, a great calamity suddenly struck. Li Linglong died, Zhang Lingzong was seriously injured, and he also fell into the dark of night. His family was destroyed and his people died in the blink of an eye.

It is no exaggeration to say that, eighty years later, this place has become intertwined with the fate of the Zhang family, generation after generation, inseparable and closely connected.

Now, Zhang Fan has stepped into the land of Xijiang once again, and he is filled with mixed emotions and inexplicable thoughts.

This land seemed to possess an inexplicable power that moved him, guided him, and influenced him...

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

At this moment, for some reason, Zhang Fan suddenly recalled the ancient painting he had seen at the Qin family's house in Huizhou: the last Celestial Master, Zhang Taixu, turning his back on Longhu Mountain and gazing into the distance...

That one glance was enough for a lifetime; he never set foot on his homeland again.

Looking back now, that silhouette has a lingering rhythm and a unique charm.

No wonder Zhang Wang stood in front of that painting for a long time back then.

drop by drop...

Just then, Zhang Fan's phone rang. When he opened it, a message from Li Yishan popped up.

In the chat window, Zhang Fan had sent more than a dozen voice messages, all from a day or two ago.

In the past two days, when he had some free time, he told Li Yishan about what had happened on Zhenwu Mountain.

“Where the hell have you been? Just throw your phone away,” Zhang Fan texted.

“I didn’t expect this… I didn’t expect this…” Li Yishan replied.

He was clearly shocked and surprised by what happened on Zhenwu Mountain.

"The Wuwei Sect is definitely involved in this matter. Haven't you heard a thing?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

In any case, Li Yishan is a contemporary figure, and can be considered a high-ranking member of the Wuwei Sect.

silence……

A long silence...

Zhang Fan only saw the message "The other party is typing..." displayed on the chat box.

A moment later, Li Yishan sent three words.

"I do not deserve!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Yishan asked, "Are you going to Sanqing Mountain in Xijiang Province now?"

"Mm," Zhang Fan replied.

Yu Xuanji is ultimately a major threat. As Master Chu said, the mortal world is the soil that nourishes the Three Corpse Gods, and the primordial spirit is the great medicine refined in the mortal world. Once it merges with a compatible primordial spirit, it can produce immeasurable changes.

Zhang Fan could never be at peace as long as Yu Xuanji lived.

“You went to someone else’s territory and killed their heir. This trip was not easy,” Li Yishan said in a deep voice.

"Especially that place in Xijiang Province, it's too complicated."

Zhang Fan remained silent, naturally understanding what Li Yishan meant.

The feng shui layout of Xijiang Province is unique in the whole country.

His terrain is like a giant, closed basin, like a treasure basin.

The Nanling Mountains are the ancestral mountain dragon vein, which is the southern branch of the Kunlun Mountains and forms the image of the Black Tortoise.

The Luoxiao Mountains and Wuyi Mountains embrace each other on the left and right, forming the shape of a green dragon and a white tiger.

Where the Gan River flows into the Yangtze River, Mount Lu is the water mouth mountain, and Poyang Lake is the water mouth lake, locking in the vital energy and forming the shape of the Vermilion Bird.

Such a feng shui treasure land, where dragon veins converge and all four elements are complete, is unique in the whole country.

For this reason, Xijiang Province has been a place where Taoist incense has flourished since ancient times, with many sects and a mixed bag of people.

Of the thirty-six grotto-heavens of Taoism, five are located in Xijiang Province, and of the seventy-two blessed lands, thirteen are located there.

Besides Longhu Mountain, there are also other famous Taoist sects such as Sanqing Mountain, Magu Mountain, and Gezao Mountain, all of which have a long history.

For this reason, Xijiang Province has always been a coveted location for the incense offerings of the Taoist Xuanzong sect, from ancient times to the present.

"I know it well."

Zhang Fan had just typed a line of text when Li Yishan's message popped up.

"Why don't you wait for me to come back? I'll go to Xijiang with you. If we join forces, killing him won't be a problem."

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat. He deleted the message he had just prepared and asked, "Where are you?"

"Tai Sui Village!"

Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened slightly as he pressed, "What are you doing in Tai Sui Village?"

"Of course, we should look for the entrance to the ancestral temple of the Wuwei Sect. Perhaps the method to break the Three Corpses Calamity is hidden there," Li Yishan replied.

Ever since he learned that Zhang Fan had cultivated the "Three Corpses Illuminating Fate" technique and successfully merged with the divine, causing the three corpses to bring disaster, he began to study how to help him break free from this calamity.

Just as Chu Chaoran said, if there is a way to break through tribulations in this world, there are probably only two places.

One of them is Longhu Mountain.

The other is the ancestral temple of the Wuwei sect.

However, that place is extremely hidden, and the Taoist sects have fought against it for thousands of years without ever finding it.

As a contemporary human, Li Yishan vaguely sensed that the entrance to that place was in Tai Sui Village, which is why he went there alone.

This was a huge risk.

“Your risk is no less than mine,” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

The higher-ups within the Wuwei Sect held a very negative view of this person, just as they had towards his mother back then.

The current situation of Li Yishan and Zhang Fan is very similar to that of the Three Corpse Taoist and Chu Chaoran back then.

The Taoist school views it as an external path, and even the Wuwei school does not agree with it internally.

Returning to Tai Sui Village at this point would be far too risky.

"Why don't you wait until I kill Yu Xuanji, and then I'll go with you?" Zhang Fan suggested.

"Hahaha……"

Li Yishan sent three "ha" characters.

"Don't forget, I cultivate the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] method. In terms of survival, I'm better than you."

Zhang Fan remained silent, a fact he did not deny.

"When I go back this time, I also want to find out about that prospective sect leader."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan was moved and recalled the mysterious figure he had seen at the Tai Sui Temple that day.

The man sat cross-legged on the altar, his primordial spirit already divided, clearly indicating that he had mastered the art of spirit division.

Perhaps, that person is the true prospective sect leader cultivated by the Wuwei Sect. "If that person can also successfully merge with the divine, will he also give birth to the Three Corpse Gods?" Zhang Fan muttered to himself, a faint sense of unease rising within him.

"Alright then, just be careful." Zhang Fan finally agreed to Li Yishan's suggestion.

"You too."

Zhang Fan and Li Yishan.

Li Yishan and Zhang Fan.

Both of them had cultivated the Nine Great Inner Alchemy Techniques, like hidden dragons concealed in the abyss, their sharpness concealed. In the world today, there are very few among their peers who can rival them.

With such abilities, one naturally possesses a broad mind and is free from all taboos.

In fact, the Three Corpse Daoist, Chu Chaoran, and even Zhang Tiansheng and Zhang Lingzong... all of these people were like this when they were young. They were naturally gifted and had no scruples.

"I hope this trip wasn't a waste of time," Zhang Fan murmured to himself.

His mission was like taking the head of a general from among thousands of soldiers.

Yu Xuanji said that they would eventually be together.

So, Zhang Fan's reply at this moment was, "You are the only one in my eyes."

"Senior brother, I heard that the capital is planning to reopen Longhu Mountain. Is that true?"

Just then, a soft voice came from behind, attracting Zhang Fan's attention.

He turned his head and looked over, then noticed a young couple sitting to his left and behind him. The woman was about twenty years old, not particularly beautiful, but she had fair skin, shiny black hair, and bright, sparkling eyes.

The man has high cheekbones, a full forehead, and an appearance of nobility due to his extraordinary birth. His temples are prominent, indicating that he is full of vitality and has cultivated himself.

"That's how it is." Wan Renshan rubbed his bulging temples, a peculiar glint in his eyes.

“Starting two years ago, meetings were organized in Beijing, and there were more than a dozen discussions and studies of various sizes.”

"It is said that the disciple-acceptance ceremony of Master Chu at Zhenwu Mountain went wrong a couple of days ago, and the capital has already put the matter of reopening Longhu Mountain on the agenda."

"After the ceremony, Yu Miaoguan, the head of Sanqing Mountain, went directly to the capital for a meeting."

The young man before them was of unknown origin, but he seemed to possess immense power, as he knew so many secrets.

Zhang Fan remained silent, leaning back in his chair and listening attentively.

"Senior brother, Longhu Mountain is a wonderful place," Zhong Ningyan said, her beautiful hair swaying gently, shimmering with light.
“Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, is certainly a good place,” Wanrenshan said solemnly.

The dragon vein of Longhu Mountain originates from the Southern Dragon, which is the ancestral vein of Kunlun and its branch to the Southern Ridge. Before entering the formation, it "falls heavily and the great tent invades the clouds." When it reaches the Celestial Master's Mansion, it forms a "sky-supporting high tent" in the shape of a phoenix tree branch. The main vein ends at the Shangqing Palace on Longhu Mountain, and the remaining energy extends to the Celestial Master's Mansion, forming a pattern of nine dragons coiled together.

For this reason, Longhu Mountain is known as the number one sacred site in the world, with nine dragons coiled around it, giving rise to imperial aura. The Zhang family has dominated the Taoist sects for dozens of generations, for thousands of years without interruption.

Though he lacks the throne, he possesses the aura of a king.

"Such a wonderfully blessed land, yet the Zhang family has occupied it for generations. Heaven's justice is clear, and retribution is inevitable..."

"The Zhang family also suffered a great calamity and ultimately had to give up this blessed land."

As he finished speaking, a hint of pleasure even welled up in Wan Renshan's eyes.

When Longhu Mountain was in power, it was the leader of all Taoist sects in the world, dominating the Xuanzong sect for a thousand years and leading all cultivators to stand on equal footing with the Wuwei Sect.

Under a big tree, you can be sheltered from the wind and rain, but you can also be kept out of the light of day.

This feeling is most keenly felt by the various major sects and schools within Xijiang Province.

Not to mention others, even Sanqing Mountain, which is also one of the ten famous Taoist mountains, has been greatly influenced by Longhu Mountain, and its development is almost entirely under the control of the Zhang family of Longhu.

There was once a saying that went something like, "Two major sects share one domain, and dragons and tigers soar in the Sanqing Mountains."

Later, after the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain was destroyed, Sanqing Mountain flourished, and other Taoist sects in Xijiang Province also began to emerge, resulting in a flourishing of diverse sects and the current situation that is both prosperous and chaotic.

"Without a leader, the world will be blessed!"

"The Zhang family should have been finished long ago," Wan Renshan chuckled.

"Senior brother, if Longhu Mountain is reopened, who will occupy this blessed land?" Zhong Ningyan couldn't help but ask, her bright eyes revealing an irrepressible desire.

Who wouldn't be envious and covet such a blessed place?

"I don't know," Wan Renshan said, shaking his head.

"The reopening of Longhu Mountain is most likely due to that person who caused the great calamity of Taoism eighty years ago."

That was a historical case, which led to the decline of Taoist sects throughout the land, and there must be an explanation.

As for the ownership of Longhu Mountain after its reopening, such a wonderful place for cultivation and a blessed land of the Xuanzong sect will naturally be wasted.

But He is, after all, in Xijiang Province, and it's impossible for Him to be taken away by someone. In the end, He will most likely be divided up by the local sects, and it will just be a matter of sitting down and negotiating.

At that time, they would naturally be able to get a share of the profits.

"Senior brother, I heard that the Zhang family of Longhu is not completely extinct, and there are still descendants living... At that time, will..." Zhong Ningyan hesitated.

In truth, the Zhang family is the true lineage of Longhu Mountain.

“They’re not all dead, but they’re close enough,” Wan Renshan sneered.

"You're too young to know."

"Back then, one branch of the Zhang family of Longhu did indeed escape the great calamity. Since then, they have split into the north and south, one branch lying dormant in the north and the other developing in the south..." Wan Renshan said calmly.

"How laughable that later, for some unknown reason, the Zhang families from the north and south started fighting like dogs..."

At this point, Wan Renshan lowered his voice and said, "The Nan Zhang lineage has been wiped out."

"Is that so?" Zhong Ningyan asked, speechless.

"It's laughable that Bei Zhang thought he was keeping it a secret, acting all mysterious, but little did he know, it wasn't really a secret at all," Wan Renshan sneered.

If Heaven wishes to destroy it, it will surely defy its destiny.

The Zhang family of Longhu was destined for destruction. From the great calamity of the Daoist sect to the internal strife between the North and South, every single event was eroding the family's heritage, depleting its fortune, and weakening its power.

"It is fate. The Zhang family is destined to perish. This is inescapable," Wan Renshan said calmly.

“The Zhang family of Longhu only has a handful of big cats and small cats left. If they dare to come back, this land of Xijiang will be their burial place.”

"Those who do not understand the will of Heaven will only bring about their own destruction."

Wan Renshan spoke grandly, as if he had grasped the principles of Heaven and glimpsed the opportunities of destiny.

In fact, these words were not spoken by him, but by the elders of the sect, and even the consensus of the entire Daoist sect in Xijiang Province.

Flowers don't bloom for a hundred days, and people don't stay good for a thousand days. Where in this world is there a Zhang family that is invincible forever?
"So that's how it is. I never imagined that the prestigious Zhang family of Longhu Mountain had such a shameful past," Zhong Ningyan exclaimed.

She was young and inexperienced, so naturally she was unaware of these secrets.

"Senior brother, are all the people from Nan Zhang dead? What about the people from Bei Zhang?"

"I've heard there are still some remnants alive, but they'll all die out sooner or later. As for the Northern Zhang... I doubt they'll last much longer either," Wan Renshan said calmly.

The collapse of a behemoth often begins from within, and the decline of the Zhang family was inevitable.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's expression turned completely cold.

He didn't care about the Northern Zhang; it wouldn't matter if it didn't last long. But when it came to the Southern Zhang, he became unhappy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan moved to get up.

"It's true what they say, 'When the cat's away, the mice will play.' You dare to talk about dragons and tigers?!"

Just then, a cold voice echoed in the carriage. Zhang Fan looked up and saw a young man in the front row slowly stand up and turn around. The face was that of a familiar face...

Bei Zhang!

Zhang Wuming!!

(End of this chapter)