Pure Yang!

Chapter 432 The Eternal King! Dragon-Snake Elixir, Power of Incense
A mountain breeze swept the curtains into the cave, leaving both sides caught in a life-or-death dilemma.

Now that incense has been offered to the dragon and tiger, anyone who does not show respect should be buried on the spot.

Zhang Fan, stepping on moss and pebbles, appeared behind Shang Qingqiu and Jing Huaixu like a ghost. His cold gaze glanced at Xu Jinian before finally settling on Shan Jun, who lay in a pool of blood.

"Who are you? This is a forbidden area of ​​my Gezao Mountain. How dare you trespass?" Jing Huaixu's expression changed drastically.

He knew that anyone who could appear behind them silently must be a master, so he did not act rashly. Instead, he immediately revealed his identity and displayed the banner of Gezao Mountain.

After all, Gezao Mountain was one of the Three Mountains of Talismans in the past. After the incense of Longhu Mountain was cut off, only Sanqing Mountain could hold a dominant position in the Xijiang region.

With this status, most people would be hesitant to act rashly or recklessly.

Click...

No sooner had he finished speaking than a crisp sound rang out, and Jing Huaixu's expression changed drastically. He let out a shrill scream as his right shoulder rapidly deformed. His shoulder bone shattered violently in Zhang Fan's palm, flesh and blood disintegrating to reveal scattered, pale bone fragments.

"I asked you what you are, and you're talking about some forbidden area of ​​Gezao Mountain. You're just rambling on and on, full of energy," Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Crazy man!"

Shang Qingqiu paled, and with a step forward amidst Jing Huaixu's scream, a talisman appeared between her slender fingers.

"Junior sister, no..." Jing Huaixu cried out in alarm.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan interlaced his five fingers, and a terrifying force surged forth like a raging sea, pressing down on Shang Qingqiu. Her delicate body, which was moving forward, trembled violently and froze in place.

Immediately afterwards, her primordial spirit was forcibly pulled out by Zhang Fan and imprisoned in his palm.

"The method of binding the spirit, you are a member of the Wuwei Sect?" Jing Huaixu's expression changed drastically as he looked at Zhang Fan in horror.

"Brother, save me."

Shang Qingqiu's urgent voice came from Zhang Fan's palm, filled with deep fear.

The primordial spirit is the root of life and the foundation of cultivation. To have it held in someone else's hands is a fear more despairing than life and death.

“Cultivators, who navigate the mysteries of heaven and earth, should know that life and death are ever-changing.” Zhang Fan said indifferently, “When you are high and mighty and look down on others, have you ever thought that you are just ants?”

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan interlaced his five fingers. Shang Qingqiu looked terrified. She opened her mouth, but before she could even utter a cry, her primordial spirit shattered and turned into countless fluorescent lights that scattered across the sky.

“Junior sister…” Jing Huaixu’s eyes were bloodshot.

Just now they were acting arrogantly, not taking Xu Jinian and Shan Jun seriously, trampling on and playing with the scenery at will.

However, in the blink of an eye, they too fell into this predicament, caught between life and death, and retribution was inevitable.

Rumble…

The ancient alchemy furnace trembled slightly, as if it were breathing. Its entire body was crimson, and the essence of the scattered primordial spirits poured into the furnace as if air were flowing back in.

The enormous roar grew louder and louder, like the howling wind and thunder. The furnace was like a universe, giving rise to countless changes.

"Good, the primordial spirit is indeed a great medicine for the world, the essence of all things." Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Please don't kill me. It's not easy for me to have achieved this level of cultivation."

Jing Huaixu lowered his proud head, ignoring his junior sister's demise and even the excruciating pain in his shoulder.

"Can a high-level skill be considered an achievement?" Zhang Fan could tell at a glance that Jing Huaixu's cultivation level was at the [high-level skill] realm.

"I……"

Jing Huaixu looked up at Zhang Fan, opened his mouth, and wanted to refute.

The high level of skill, even in ancient times, was considered to be entering the profound realm, representing a significant step forward on the path of cultivation.

Now that the Dharma-ending Age has arrived, even among the ten famous Taoist mountains, the high-ranking Taoist priests can be considered the backbone of the sect.

How can this level of achievement not be considered an accomplishment?

At this moment, Jing Huaixu wanted to refute, but after looking at Zhang Fan, he shut up.

Compared to this man, he was indeed insignificant.

“I can join the Wuwei Sect,” Jing Huaixu said through gritted teeth.

“I know you’ve been recruiting people from the Taoist sect, and I’ll be very useful to you.”

Jing Huaixu revealed his trump card and his value.

Someone of his status and cultivation level has always been a key target for the Wuwei Sect to recruit and infiltrate.

It should be understood that if such a person is properly trained, as long as they do not die prematurely, they will most likely be able to reach the high-level positions in the sect in the future, at which point their value will be even more immeasurable.

This kind of chess piece can definitely be cultivated over ten, twenty, or even thirty years.

It lies dormant, not used, but only to be effective at the crucial moment.

Clearly, Jing Huaixu was well aware of his own value, and he also knew that once he joined the Wuwei Sect, there would be no turning back.

At this moment, however, all he wanted was to live.

One can only talk about ideals if one is alive!
"You want to join the Wuwei Sect?" Zhang Fan asked.

“Not bad,” Jing Huaixu nodded.

At this moment, only by joining the Wuwei Sect can one hope to survive.

"How dare you! How can we, the righteous members of the Daoist sect, associate with the Wuwei sect?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan shouted angrily.

"Are you a righteous person?" Jing Huaixu was taken aback, and his gaze toward Zhang Fan became strangely unusual.

You've even resorted to using spirit-binding techniques, and you're now a righteous person?!

"I hate traitors who betray their fellow disciples the most." A cold glint appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes.

If there is anyone in this world who hates traitors the most, it must be the Nan Zhang lineage.

"Wait, you...you're not a disciple of Wuwei Sect? Who...who exactly are you?" Jing Huaixu realized something was wrong and exclaimed.

"My surname is Zhang," Zhang Fan said softly.

These three simple words caused Jing Huaixu's expression to change drastically. The impact of these three words was even more intense and shocking than the death of his junior sister just now.

In the thousands of years of Taoist practice, no character or surname has been more famous or more authentic than "Zhang".

That's the Zhang family from Longhu Mountain!
"Your surname is Zhang...you...you are from Longhu Mountain..."

"The Zhang family is back!?"

Jing Huaixu's voice trembled as he stared intently at Zhang Fan, utterly unable to believe it.

In the land of Xijiang, only the Zhang family will ultimately be the eternal king.

If he really is a member of the Zhang family, then everything before us makes perfect sense. No wonder this man, who is about the same age as him, has such ruthless and mysterious methods.

"You...you are Bei Zhang..."

"What north and south, there is only one Zhang in this world."

Zhang Fan shook his head and whispered, then placed his palm on Jing Huaixu's head. The latter trembled violently, blood flowed from his eyes, and his primordial spirit burst forth. His five intertwined fingers immediately split open, turning into scattered fluorescent light.

Rumble…

The ancient alchemy furnace trembled once more, as if breathing, absorbing all the scattered essence of the primordial spirit.

The noise inside the furnace grew louder and louder, and a strange fragrance gradually wafted out from it, while the surrounding moss and green vines began to grow slowly.

"The pill is almost ready." Zhang Fan's eyes lit up as he sensed the movement inside the furnace.

That was a great elixir refined by the ancestors of the Lingbao Sect. "They...they were all killed?"

At this moment, Xu Jinian slumped to the ground, staring blankly at Zhang Fan, as if the light in his eyes had been stolen away.

He knew Zhang Fan was very powerful and had thought that his methods must be extraordinary. But who could have imagined that his once arrogant senior brothers and sisters in the mountains would be powerless against Zhang Fan, and would be gone in an instant, their lives extinguished.

In contrast, Xu Jinian couldn't understand Zhang Fan's methods, but when he killed people, he was clean, efficient, and unscrupulous.

At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar word jumped out and entered Xu Jinian's mind, slowly overlapping with the temperament of Zhang Fan in front of him.

"Killing indiscriminately!"

Rumble…

Suddenly, the ancient cauldron trembled violently, the crimson flames boiled, and a stream of light shot into the sky—it was a pill.

The pill danced in the firelight, covered with flame patterns. Its intense aura stirred up layers of mist, filling the cave. The pungent medicinal fragrance wafted over, and with a gentle inhale, the blood in one's body seemed to become scalding hot, the heartbeat accelerated, and the whole body felt as if it had untapped strength.

hum...

The crimson pill broke through the eerie flames and flew directly towards the mountain lord lying in a pool of blood.

Roar……

The mountain lord let out a low growl, and subconsciously opened its mouth, swallowing the crimson pill.

Immediately afterwards, the hair on his body stood on end, as if scorched by flames, and turned a crimson sheen. The wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan observed with his primordial spirit that the crimson pill disappeared after entering the mountain lord's body. The next moment, his bones seemed to glow with layers of light, and a crystalline substance continuously seeped out and spread throughout his limbs and bones.

"Marrow Cleansing Pill!?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

In Taoism, there is a kind of elixir called the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which is said to be able to cleanse the marrow and regenerate the physical body and bones, thus making it possible to cultivate immortality.

In reality, this kind of elixir is not that magical. When ordinary people take it, at most it will cleanse their bone marrow, change their blood and constitution, and make their bodies stronger and keep them away from diseases.

After all, the greatest effect of this elixir is to stimulate potential and replenish and refine blood and qi.

Ordinary people have limited potential and energy.

But tigers are different. They are the monarchs of the mountains, the kings of all beasts, and their strength of blood and energy is unparalleled in the forest.

This animal, even in the extremely cold Northeast, can sleep outdoors in the mountains and fields without being affected by the slightest wind or cold. Taoists regard it as a manifestation of pure Yang.

Needless to say, the Mountain Lord has cultivated himself on Tongluo Mountain for many years, absorbing the essence of the mountains and seas and swallowing the essence of the sun and moon. He has almost stepped into the realm of a spirit.

The [Marrow Cleansing Pill] within the Danlu is no ordinary pill. It was refined by the ancestors of the Lingbao Sect and sealed in a furnace. It has absorbed countless natural essences and is now nourished by the primordial spirit before it was finally formed.

Rumble…

After absorbing the power of the [Marrow Cleansing Pill], the mountain lord's aura became increasingly terrifying, but his figure was smaller than before.

This elixir is far more profound than that. In future cultivation, as long as one absorbs its essence, it can be refined and transformed through the bone marrow. With each refinement, one becomes three times stronger, far surpassing the abilities of other spirits and monsters.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is what it means to receive enlightenment from the Taoist school and to receive immense blessings.

"Taoist elixirs are truly miraculous." Zhang Fan observed the changes in the mountain lord and marveled at it.

Their family had little knowledge of external alchemy and no talent in this field; they relied on their powerful cultivation and Taoist skills to dominate the aristocratic families.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the mountain king's body trembled violently, and from the top of his head, three feet above his head, a misty stream of light leaped out, slowly coalescing into the shape of a small tiger.

"Soul leaving the body!"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. He knew that at this moment, the Mountain Lord had officially entered the ranks of spirits and monsters, his intelligence had been awakened, and he was comparable to a human. From now on, he would never be the same again.

"I've mastered it, I've mastered it..."

Suddenly, a tiger's roar arose, accompanied by howling winds that reverberated through the dark cave. To Zhang Fan and Xu Jinian, it sounded like a human whisper.

The voice sounded exactly like that of a young man.

"This thing has become sentient."

Xu Jinian pursed his lips; he hadn't expected this giant insect to have such profound good fortune.

"Hahaha……"

The mountain lord roared, its blood energy surging like a raging tide. Its misty primordial spirit slowly returned to its body, its long and strong body gently stretching out. Its tail swept across, producing a sonic boom.

Rumble…

Just then, the mountain king turned around and bowed repeatedly to Zhang Fan.

If it hadn't met Zhang Fan, how could it have had such a miraculous encounter? To cultivate into a spirit, it would take at least thirty more years, and without this Marrow Cleansing Pill, its achievements would certainly be limited.

"Everyone has their own destiny." Zhang Fan sighed, sometimes observing the trajectories of other lives can also be helpful for spiritual practice.

"Thank you too."

The mountain tiger wagged its tail, looked at Xu Jinian, and simply nodded as a way of thanking him.

"You're awesome."

Xu Jinian curled his lip; at this moment, he could no longer think about Shan Jun's tiger spear.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the ancient cauldron began to vibrate again, and a gray pill shot into the sky. As it spun, black and white seemed to flow and mix together, creating that grayish radiance.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and saw the gray pill rush out, causing the entire ancient cave to tremble.

In that black and white atmosphere, he seemed to see a giant snake just awakening from hibernation, spitting out the soil that had been holding its breath and storing its essence. With the sound of spring thunder, it was about to soar into the sky and transform into a dragon.

"The Transformation of the Dragon and the Serpent!"

"Dragon-Snake Elixir!"

Once the inner elixir is refined and the life force is perfected, it is like a snake transforming into a dragon—a leap in life level, a meteoric rise, a complete change from which nothing is possible.

This dragon-snake elixir seemed to contain the code of life, encapsulating the secrets of the "dragon-snake union" that Zhang Fan had just witnessed in the cave.

If the mystery of the "Dragon and Snake in Harmony" is the ultimate code for the operation of life force, then...

So, the physical body is the hardware. By consuming this pill, the hardware can be improved. Only when the two are combined can the universe be recreated and the inner elixir truly be cultivated.

“Great, Tongluo Mountain is simply my lucky place.”

Zhang Fan let out a long roar and seized the Dragon-Tiger Pill, swallowing it into his stomach.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded in. He seemed to see Tongluo Mountain transforming like a dragon soaring into the sky, and he also seemed to see countless thoughts rushing in.

This dragon-snake elixir is no ordinary thing.

When the founder of the Lingbao School refined it, he not only extracted the essence of the dragon vein of Tongluo Mountain, but also refined it with strong incense power.

The dragon vein is naturally formed, and the incense burns on the ground, thus harmonizing with the human body.

The transformation from dragon to snake, the three phases return to one!
That is the secret of achieving mastery of inner alchemy and cultivating life force.

"Incense...is this the power of incense?!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit suddenly stirred, sensing an irresistible temptation from the Dragon-Snake Pill, giving rise to an endless desire.

(End of this chapter)