Pure Yang!

Chapter 425 Each Person's Choice! Life and Death Are Predestined

In Taoist cultivation, reaching the "Zhaishou" realm is an extremely rare achievement, occurring only as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns throughout history.

At this point, the inner core is condensed, the life cultivation is perfected, and most of the cultivation is in the physical body. If the inner core is really dug out and the physical body is destroyed, all the hard work of this life will be in vain.

Even at the highest level of spiritual cultivation, the primordial spirit can remain intact even after leaving the physical body, but once the path ahead is cut off, there is no hope left.

For any cultivator, this is an unbearable price to pay; their Dao heart collapses instantly, leaving them lost in the vastness of the world, as if their very soul is gone.

This is even more terrifying than killing them.

Therefore, when Zhang Wuming uttered those words, even the five abbots felt their hearts sink to the bottom, and for a moment they were filled with fear and unease.

At this moment, they had no doubt that the young man from Beizhang was just talking.

Zhang Wuming, a man of few words, had schemed to this extent.

Zhao Jiexuan possessed extraordinary supernatural abilities.

They were no ordinary young people; their intelligence and strength were enough to make these five powerful leaders of the sect take them seriously.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years... Has the new era arrived?"

Lingdu, the abbot of Jinguang Temple, couldn't help but sigh.

“Zhang Wuming, I admit, this time, you guys are one step ahead,” Ling Du said.

This was the first time the abbot of Jinguang Temple had called out Zhang Wuming's name, which also represented his approval.

"Everything can be discussed at the table."

Upon hearing this, the other four abbots glanced at Ling Du but remained silent.

This is tantamount to making a concession, but given the current situation, they have no choice but to back down.

“Master Jin Guang, you may not have understood what I mean. There’s nothing left to discuss now,” Zhang Wuming said, shaking his head.

"The negotiations ended the moment you took action."

"Now, all you can do is make a choice," Zhang Wuming said coldly.

"What choice?" Ling Du frowned.

This young man from Beizhang was more domineering and forceful than he had expected.

"You have only one choice: to submit."

"Arrogant!" Pei Buqi shouted angrily.

Having cultivated himself to the highest level of spiritual cultivation and achieved great success in his life force, he had never before been threatened or manipulated by a junior disciple in this way.

"Kid, don't think we'll hesitate to act. We'll fight to the death. I don't believe you can keep us trapped forever," Pei Buqi said irritably.

"The fish are bound to die, but the net may break," Zhang Wuming said calmly.

“I know that my brother can’t do anything to you for the time being, but he can trap your souls without any problem.”

“If your primordial spirit is not seen by the sun, then you are a living dead, and the mortal world will have nothing to do with you anymore.”

"Not only that, but all hope of spiritual cultivation will also be cut off from now on."

Zhang Wuming's cold voice echoed in the chaotic space.

"It's simply a matter of who's more ruthless and willing to go all out."

After the words were spoken, the five abbots fell silent. Even Pei Buqi stopped talking, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a man-eating tiger.

“Zhang Wuming, this stalemate will not benefit anyone.”

“I don’t think this is the situation you want,” Ling Du said solemnly.

His meaning was clear: if they sat down and talked, perhaps Zhang Wuming's demands could be met.

However, a master at the Zhai Shou realm would never be threatened like this, especially by a junior.

Are we caught in a dilemma?

Just then, an old voice echoed through the small building.

The five abbots' expressions changed drastically upon hearing the voice; they were all too familiar with it.

Inside the small building of Xiaoxiang Courtyard, an old man slowly walked up; he was none other than the Abbot of Chixia Temple…

Facing south.

"Old Xiang."

The five abbots, seeing a glimmer of hope, all called out.

"The future life is terrible."

Xiang Nantian went upstairs, looked at Zhang Wuming, then at Zhang Fan, and a strange light shone in his aged eyes.

He hadn't expected that these two young men could do this, leaving the five abbots trapped in a cage, unable to move forward or backward.

Such methods are beyond the reach of so-called young people.

"His youthful brilliance already showed the demeanor of a hero; he truly is the embers of Nan Zhang's legacy."

Xiang Nantian looked at Zhang Fan and sighed inwardly. It seemed that only someone with the bloodline of Nan Zhang could do such a feat, and it seemed that only when it was placed on Nan Zhang could it be so natural.

"Old Xiang, you have to say something. You can't let these two brats continue like this..." Pei Buqi shouted.

"Alright, isn't it embarrassing enough that we've been defeated by two young people?"

Xiang Nantian's sharp shout silenced Pei Buqi.

Ling Du remained silent, but from that sharp shout alone, he discerned many unspoken meanings, recalling that the two young men had visited Chixia Temple two days prior.

At this moment, Ling Du had no doubt that the highly respected Abbot of Chixia Temple, who was among the rogue cultivators of Xijiang, was already standing behind the two young men.

“Lingdu…”

Just then, Xiang Nantian spoke up.

"Mr. Xiang, please speak."

“Of the five of you, you are the smartest. Today, I will act as a peacemaker and give you another option,” Xiang Nantian said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the other four abbots lit up. Having another option was better than being manipulated by two young men.

Upon hearing this, Ling Du remained expressionless, simply listening quietly.

Zhang Wuming fell silent and quietly stepped aside.

"As you can see, these two young men are no ordinary people. If you had chosen them, their future achievements might not be what they are today."

"When great fortune descends from the heavens, whether it brings blessings or curses depends on your single thought."

"Elder Xiang, do you want us to bow down to these two young men and assist them?" Ling Du asked in a deep voice.

"good."

"What's the other option?"

"If you are unwilling, I can make the decision to let you leave."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the other four abbots lit up.

“But…” Xiang Nantian changed the subject.

"Within three days, you must leave Xijiang territory and abandon everything here."

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of the five abbots changed drastically.

"Are you trying to drive us out of our lives?" Pei Buqi said coldly.

"This is your only way out. You must either submit or leave."

There will absolutely not be a third way.

"If someone is two-faced, I don't mind giving this old man a good beating," Xiang Nantian said calmly.

"Elder Xiang, do you really think so highly of these two young men?" Ling Du asked suddenly after a brief silence.

"The Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves forward, and there will always be new people standing at the forefront."

Xiang Nantian looked at Zhang Fan and murmured softly, but his gaze was more determined than ever before.

"They will surely have a place in the world in the future."

"Okay, let's go for what the old man said. I'm betting my future on them."

Lingdu made the first decision. Hesitation only leads to more trouble. This abbot of Jinguang Temple was more decisive than anyone else.

"Lingdu!?"

The expressions of the other four abbots changed drastically.

“I am willing to submit,” Ling Du said in a deep voice. “And you?” Xiang Nantian asked softly, tapping the ground lightly with his cane.

"I'm the youngest here, I have no choice but to submit," Xiao Xiaole said helplessly.

Chang Jinzhi and Hua Wuhuan exchanged a glance and could only lower their heads.

"We also choose to submit."

"Xiao Pei." Xiang Nantian's voice rang out again.

"I, Pei Buqi, spent my youth wandering the greenwood and have never known what it means to bow down. Do you expect me to nod and scrape to two juniors?" Pei Buqi sneered.

He touched his only remaining ear, his single eye narrowing slightly, flashing with a cold light.

“I choose to leave,” Pei Buqi decided.

He is at the top level of the Zhai Shou realm, and there is no place in the world that he cannot go. Moreover, he has already made contact with the Sanqing Mountain. If he goes up the mountain, how can Xiang Nantian possibly do anything to him?

"it is good."

Xiang Nantian nodded: "Let them out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit gently writhed, and the chaotic space seemed to dissipate. The five primordial spirits soared into the sky and immediately returned to their physical bodies.

The five abbots woke up and all looked at Zhang Fan.

From the moment he went upstairs, the young man remained calm and composed, his presence unnoticed. Only then did the five abbots realize that they had all misjudged him.

“Zhao Jiexuan… Alright, I’ll remember this name.” Ling Du said meaningfully.

Regardless of whether the name was real or fake, he was certain of one thing: this young man would surely shine brightly in the Taoist sect in the near future, shaking the world.

“Pei Buqi, you can leave now,” Xiang Nantian said coldly.

"Remember, you only have three days. If you don't leave Xijiang within three days, I will take action myself."

"Humph."

Pei didn't utter a cold snort, got up and left, going straight down the small building.

"Thank you very much, Elder Xiang." Zhang Fan bowed deeply.

"This is your own destiny; I am merely going with the flow," Xiang Nantian said softly.

If Zhang Fan hadn't trapped the five abbots, even if he had intervened, he probably wouldn't have been able to force them to submit.

"Now that everyone has made their choice, we are all one family, and family doesn't need to speak like outsiders."

Just then, Zhang Wuming spoke.

"Within seven days, I hope everyone will lend their full support to unify and integrate the scattered Taoist temples within the Xijiang region."

Upon hearing this, the four abbots exchanged glances.

"What title?"

"My brother and I wish to establish a new sect, which we will call the Fan Sect."

"The Mortal Sect!?"

"Belonging to Bei Zhang?" Ling Du couldn't help but ask.

“Master Ling, as I just said, my brother and I only represent ourselves and have nothing to do with the Northern Zhang,” Zhang Wuming said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the four abbots all showed expressions of confusion.

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Wuming asked.

"No."

"Alright, once the integration is complete, we will participate in this Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly under the name of the Mortal Sect."

Upon hearing this, Ling Du gave Zhang Wuming a deep look.

At first, he only thought that this young man represented Bei Zhang and was integrating the scattered cultivators of Xijiang.

Now it seems that he has great ambitions. He not only wants to unify the independent cultivators of Xijiang, but also wants to take advantage of the Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly to snatch food from the mouths of established famous sects such as Sanqing Mountain, Gezao Mountain, and Magu Mountain, occupy the incense offerings of blessed lands, and strengthen his power.

"There's such a formidable young man in the Northern Zhang Kingdom. He hasn't been deified yet, but his methods are so sophisticated," Ling Du thought to himself, gaining a new understanding of Zhang Wuming.

At Xiaoxiang Villa, a conspiracy that would soon shape the future quietly came to an end.

Late at night, the lights in the small building are on, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

"Today was truly a close call, but we've finally made it through the first hurdle." Zhang Wuming walked over, looked at Zhang Fan, and revealed a relaxed smile.

"The work ahead won't be easy either. So many people, so many forces, and we have to integrate them all within seven days," Zhang Fan said calmly.

"With Elder Xiang here, and the four abbots, don't underestimate their power," Zhang Wuming chuckled.

"All we need to do is prepare for the Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly."

"The mortal sect is newly established, and we must make a great start."

A strange light shone in Zhang Wuming's eyes: "By the way, I also asked those abbots to help me inquire about Yu Xuanji."

"As long as she is in Xijiang, her whereabouts will be reported very quickly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan slightly clenched his fingers. He had traveled thousands of miles to Xijiang to kill Yu Xuanji and investigate the Three Corpse Gods.

This is his top priority.

"I wait for your news."

"At the latest, three days," Zhang Wuming said decisively.

Zhang Fan nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave the small building.

A moment later, under the bright lights, an old figure slowly walked over and stood ten steps behind Zhang Wuming.

"Mr. Xiang, we still need to trouble you to make the trip."

“You little devil from Bei Zhang, I didn’t expect you to be so ruthless at such a young age.” Xiang Nantian stood in the shadows, his expression unreadable.

“In its early days, the mortal sect can’t tolerate these insignificant individuals,” Zhang Wuming chuckled. “I’m doing this for the future of the mortal sect.”

call……

A gentle evening breeze blew by, the lamplight flickered, and only Zhang Wuming remained inside the small building.

……

The night was deep and dark.

The villa in the western suburbs was brightly lit.

This is a property under Pei Buqi's name, and it is also the place he visits most often among his many residences. It is only fifteen kilometers away from his Wangyou Temple.

"Old man, relying on your age to act tough, you're not just a dog kept by the Zhang family."

Pei Buqi was organizing the documents that filled the table, which contained all his assets in Xijiang.

Xiang Nantian told him to give up everything, but he couldn't possibly leave without taking anything with him.

"Wait until I get to Sanqing Mountain, then let's see what you can do to me!" A cold glint flashed in Pei Buqi's eyes.

call……

Just then, a cold wind blew through the large room.

Pei Bu raised an eyebrow and subconsciously looked up, only to see an old figure standing in front of him.

"Xiang Nantian? What are you doing here?"

“We agreed that you would give me three days,” Pei Buqi said in a deep voice.

"Life and death are predestined; everyone chooses their own destiny." Xiang Nantian slowly walked to the table and looked at Pei Buqi.

“Xiao Pei, you’ve come a long way through the world of gangsters and outlaws, you should have heard this saying before,” Xiang Nantian said softly.

"What did you say?" Pei Buqi asked instinctively.

"What goes around comes around..."

"You should stay in Xijiang."

The slow, casual words echoed in the cold room. Pei Buqi's eyes widened as he saw Xiang Nantian's aged hand rise, incredibly slowly, as if it had stopped in mid-air.

The next moment, as his gaze focused on a single point, the palm landed on his head.

hum...

Suddenly, a terrifying force swept over him, as powerful as thunder, its divine might unpredictable, instantly obliterating his primordial spirit.

Pei Qi cannot rise; he shall die!
(End of this chapter)