Pure Yang!

Chapter 423 The Arrogant Zhang Wuming! The Overbearing Zhang Fan
Xiaoxiang Courtyard.

The Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks all pay homage to the mountain, and the Dragon and Tiger Gates distinguish between immortals and mortals.

"This villa was built by the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain in the past, with the intention of protecting the wandering cultivators of Xijiang. All who enter the Xuanmen are my fellow Daoists, and everyone can cultivate."

"That is why, over the years, we have been able to find a foothold for survival among the famous sects of Sanqing Mountain and Gezao Mountain."

Inside the quiet room, a cold voice rang out. The speaker was a middle-aged man with dark skin, who was twirling two iron balls in his hand. He was none other than the Abbot of Zizai Temple...

Always exhaust it.

"Xiao Xiaole, although you are the youngest, you still dare to spout such arrogant words. You will be punished by the Zhang family." Chang Jinzhi sneered.

"Hehe, let's not beat around the bush."

Just then, the man sitting in the northwest corner grinned. He had fair skin and was a little younger than the others, only in his forties. At such a young age, he had already reached the level of a master of the vegetarian sect, which could be considered a dragon among men.

Xiao Xiaole, the abbot of Feiyun Temple, is the youngest but most talented leader among the rogue cultivators of Xijiang.

Xiao Xiaole's smile remained unchanged. He picked up his teacup, gently swirled it, and his gaze fell on Chang Jinzhi.

“Brother Chang, you keep talking about the Zhang family, but behind your back you’re really close to Gezaoshan,” Xiao Xiaole said with a forced smile.

"Old Chang, so you've already latched onto the big tree of Gezaoshan. You talk a lot about righteousness, but all you're thinking about is business."

At this moment, the man sitting at the far north spoke. He had a full head of white hair with a few strands of black hair, one eye was blind, and one ear was missing, making him appear somewhat incomplete.

Pei Buqi, the abbot of Wangyou Temple, used to be involved in the underworld and traveled across national borders, doing things that could lead to execution. Later, he was enlightened by a master and entered the Taoist sect to cultivate.

"Pei Buqi, don't you also have close ties with Sanqing Mountain?"

Just then, the only woman present spoke. She was dressed in white and had a very well-maintained appearance. She looked to be only in her early thirties, but in reality, she was nearly sixty years old. She was none other than Hua Wuhuan, the host of the Joyful Viewing Cinema.

“Little Flower Sister, Old Chang, what’s your rush? Are you having an affair with him? Your dual cultivation method also has the essence of the Taoist Yin-Yang lineage. When can we have a spar?” Pei Buqi grinned.

"My kung fu is no less than Lao Chang's."

"Pei Buqi, did you eat shit before you left home today? Your mouth stinks. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut your tongue out." Hua Wuhuan's face showed no anger, but his words were as cold as a blade.

“Cutting off the tongue will take away a lot of the fun.” Pei Buqi laughed loudly, his gaze still unrestrained and arrogant. Although he was a Taoist, he had the air of a bandit.

"Alright, we're not here to argue today."

Chang Jin raised his hand, and the tea in the red clay stove suddenly boiled, like a dragon emerging from the water, and poured into the cups in front of everyone without spilling a single drop.

"A dragon soaring across the four seas!" Pei Buqi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Where's Brother Ling? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Xiao Xiaole suddenly asked, changing the subject.

Among the five, Ling Du, the abbot of Jin Guang Temple, had the best interpersonal relationships and the most connections.

"I wonder which wild woman he's busy with in her belly," Pei Buqi grinned.

"I'm late, I'm late..."

Just then, a loud voice came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man walked in. He had a ruddy complexion and a brisk pace. Despite the hot weather, he was still dressed in a sharp suit and had a sophisticated air about him.

"Brother Ling."

"Brother Ling."

"Lingdu, why are you so late? You're putting on quite an air."

"Brother Ling Dao."

The four abbots looked up and spoke one after another.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, worldly matters have kept me from getting here," Ling Du said apologetically.

"Brother Ling, I thought you weren't coming," Xiao Xiao said with a smile.

“Since someone from Bei Zhang has come, how could I not come?” Ling Du said as he sat down.

"What do you mean, someone from Beizhang? I've heard about it. They haven't been deified or had statues erected in their honor. In Beizhang, they're just insignificant nobodys. Do you think such a small fry is worthy of sitting down and talking to us?" Xiao Xiaole said indifferently.

“Not bad, Bei Zhang’s waistband wasn’t tight enough, so this thing is showing.”

Pei Buqi grinned coldly, then looked at Ling Du: "Ling Du, what's your attitude?"

“We have already agreed that from now on, we will never again submit to the Zhang family and pay tribute.”

The four of them had not reached a conclusion, but Pei Buqi said that a decision had been made. The others exchanged glances but said nothing.

"Xijiang Province has been quite lively these past few days, I wonder if any of you have heard..."

“Ming Shenxiu of Gezao Mountain has gone missing.” Ling Du had not yet expressed his opinion, but suddenly changed the subject and said.

"Missing?"

“Ming Shenxiu is a disciple of Gezao Mountain. He possesses supernatural abilities and has honed his skills in the capital for many years. He has extensive connections within the Dao Alliance,” Ling Du said in a deep voice.

"I heard that when he returned to Xijiang this time, he brought with him the masters of Baihe Temple, and they went to Tongluo Mountain after returning."

"Tongluo Mountain!?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Dorayaki is located at the intersection of three provinces, which is said to be the heart of the Southern Dragon Vein. It has been a forbidden area for the imperial court since the Tang Dynasty, and no ordinary people could easily approach it, a situation that continued until the Qing Dynasty.

In the Xijiang region, apart from the famous mountains and sects such as Longhu Mountain, Sanqing Mountain, and Gezao Mountain that occupy their own grottoes, Tongluo Mountain can be called the number one blessed land in Xijiang Province.

"What are they going to do there?" Chang Jinzhi asked suspiciously.

Tongluo Mountain is both a blessed land and a perilous place, and ordinary masters dare not enter it without permission.

"I heard that he is a noble person from Baihe Temple. Not long ago, he fought with someone and his primordial spirit was greatly damaged. He was almost killed. He needs to use this blessed land of the dragon vein to repair his primordial spirit and break through the calamity and change his luck."

Ling Du is very well-informed; he can even find out such secrets.

"Yu Xuanji from Sanqing Mountain has all passed away."

“Yu Xuanji is a descendant of the Sanqing Mountain lineage. She is aloof and proud. What kind of noble person from Baihe Temple would be worthy of her condescending to do so?” Hua Wuhuan couldn’t help but ask.

"I have no idea about that," Ling Du said, shaking his head.

“Ming Shenxiu is backed by Gezao Mountain. This time he returned with Baihe Temple and even experts from the Dao Alliance by his side... but he has recently disappeared without a trace, which is really too strange.” Ling Du changed the subject and circled around the topic.

"Right now, who dares to touch him?"

"You mean the people from Bei Zhang?" Pei Buqi asked in a deep voice.

"Didn't they say that only this minor figure from the Northern Zhang clan returned this time? Could it be that there's another master among them?"

These words moved the other abbots.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, that's the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain. Although the mountain gate is closed, the incense is still burning. If they really make a major comeback to Xijiang, the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape) will change, and perhaps even Longhu Mountain will have to be reopened.

"If that's the case, then what else is there to say? I'm still the Zhang family's dog," Xiao Xiaole said calmly.

"Probably not, the capital won't let Bei Zhang come back."

Ordinary people cannot see the highest level of power struggles, but even those at their level know that the Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger only has this one lineage left. Countless eyes are watching, and every move they make can have far-reaching consequences.

Returning to Xijiang is not a decision that one or two people can make.

"Brother Ling, you have a wide network of connections and many ways to get things done. Have you heard anything about this?" Chang Jinzhi asked.

"Why Ming Shenxiu disappeared is also being investigated by the Gezao Mountain side. He's been in contact with too many people lately, and he even went to Tongluo Mountain," Ling Du said softly, shaking his head.

"We don't have any leads yet, but I also heard that that brat from Bei Zhang visited Master Xiang yesterday."

“Xiang Nantian!?” Pei Buqi frowned.

Xiang Nantian enjoys extremely high prestige among the independent cultivators of Xijiang, and even they have to show him respect.

What did they talk about?

"If it's a secret meeting, how would I know?" Ling Du said calmly. "I don't think we'll get anything out of this." Xiao Xiaole sneered, "Old Xiang dislikes Bei Zhang's style the most, and he has never been trusted by him."

"In my opinion, there shouldn't be any experts returning from the Northern Zhang, otherwise, given their domineering nature, they wouldn't need to visit Xiang Nantian at all," Chang Jinzhi analyzed.

"good."

"It should be so."

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

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

Just then, footsteps came from downstairs.

The five abbots all turned to look and saw two figures walking up, who were none other than Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming.

Seeing that the two were so young and that there were no other people behind them, the five abbots exchanged glances and couldn't help but show strange expressions.

"Junior Zhang Wuming greets all seniors."

Zhang Wuming bowed respectfully, while Zhang Fan stood behind him, his gaze sweeping over each of the five abbots.

His nerves were on edge; he was the one to sing the grand finale today.

"The Northern Zhang only sent back a brat like you?" Pei Buqi glanced at him and sneered.

"I don't represent Bei Zhang, I only represent each individual..."

Zhang Wuming walked to the table and spoke softly.

"You dare to do it but not admit it? Does the mighty Zhang family of Longhu Mountain ever have anything to fear?" Xiao Xiaole laughed.

Zhang Wuming remained noncommittal, his gaze sweeping over everyone as he said calmly, "I have returned this time to unify the scattered cultivators of Xijiang."

"I've finished speaking."

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

Upon hearing this, the five abbots exchanged bewildered glances. They had not expected this hothead to be so unreserved and so blunt.

"Hahaha, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? With your skills?"

"Is Beizhang really out of talent? They sent back a brat like you who can't even turn a corner?"

"The Zhang family has truly fallen on hard times."

A chorus of sighs rose and fell. They considered many possibilities, but none of them expected this young man from Beizhang to reveal his true colors as soon as he appeared, showing absolutely no guile.

"You all disagree?" Zhang Wuming said calmly.

"What do you say?"

Pei Buqi couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. If he was still wary of the people from Bei Zhang before, now he didn't even see Zhang Wuming.

“Senior Pei, you are very famous among the rogue cultivators of Xijiang, and you have the most disciples and grand-disciples…” Zhang Wuming suddenly said.

"So you do have some knowledge after all," Pei Buqi chuckled.

"However, very few actually succeed; most remain unknown and disappear without a trace..."

"Where did these people go?" Zhang Wuming suddenly changed the subject.

Pei Buqi frowned slightly, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

"The primordial spirits of these people are top-grade elixirs for nourishing the body. How did Senior Pei obtain them through the refining methods of the Wuwei Sect?" Zhang Wuming chuckled.

"Kid, do you have any evidence? How dare you frame me?"

"Evidence?" Zhang Wuming laughed. "What evidence do you need to frame someone?"

"If you really want it, senior, I can have it too."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent surged in Pei Buqi's eyes.

"Senior Hua..."

Zhang Wuming's gaze shifted and landed on Hua Wuhuan.

"I heard that Senior Hua has many male confidants."

"What do you want to say?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Zhang Wuming's face: "I wonder if there are any prodigies from the Wuwei Sect among these people who are using admiration as a pretext to get close to you with ulterior motives."

"I wonder if Senior Hua has inadvertently helped these monstrous talents of the Wuwei Sect commit heinous acts."

Upon hearing this, a strange expression appeared on Hua Wuhuan's cold and beautiful face.

Zhang Wuming didn't even look at him, and turned to look at Chang Jinzhi.

“Little brat, I neither cultivate the primordial spirit nor have any Wuwei Sect members by my side,” Chang Jinzhi said coldly.

“I know,” Zhang Wuming nodded.

"Senior Chang is known throughout Xijiang for his loyalty and righteousness; he would never do such a heinous thing."

"Hmph." Chang Jinzhi snorted coldly.

"But he's just too loyal and devoted. He has five... no, six wives, and one of them is overseas."

"I have about seventeen children, and even more grandchildren. It's a truly large and prosperous family."

Upon hearing this, Chang Jinzhi's expression gradually turned cold.

"What do you mean?"

"In ancient times, if a family like Senior Chang's were to be wiped out, it would have taken a lot of effort."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura surged from Chang Jinzhi's body, shaking the entire small building.

"You brat, how dare you threaten me?"

“Senior, you misunderstand. This is not a threat, but a warning,” Zhang Wuming said with a light laugh.

"I am a nobody, a nobody in Bei Zhang, so I naturally have no scruples about my actions..."

"I just want to tell you all today that you've made me unhappy..."

"I will make your whole family die!"

Zhang Wuming's lips curled up slightly, his arrogance reaching its peak.

"you wanna die!!"

The five abbots were furious. As powerful figures at the Zhai Shou realm, they were renowned experts throughout the Xijiang region and could not be underestimated. How could they allow a mere brat to be so arrogant and threatening in front of them?

Rumble…

Suddenly, terrifying auras soared into the sky, and the five primordial spirits floated in the air. Their terrifying pressure was like the collapse of mountains and rivers, and the universe was about to be reversed, crushing Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit.

"Zhang Fan, make your move!!" Zhang Wuming roared, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Rumble…

At that moment, Zhang Fan took a step forward, raised his head three feet, and his primordial spirit soared into the sky, as magnificent as an abyss descending, filling the entire building.

"Three Corpses Illuminate Fate, Devouring God Technique!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit opened its mouth wide, writhing like a deep abyss, and swallowed the primordial spirits of the five powerful leaders.

"Little devil, you..."

Pei Qi let out a startled roar, but the surroundings were already a blur, as if the sky were not yet bright, as if the night were eternal, and he had fallen into an endless abyss.

(End of this chapter)