Pure Yang!

Chapter 442 My name is Zhao Jiexuan! I will surely become the best in the world.
Danger lurks in the heart of Tongluo Mountain.

That battle, where their primordial spirits clashed, nearly shattered Shen Chanming's Dao heart and eroded his confidence.

He had cultivated for over thirty years and was confident in his exceptional talent, considering himself one of the best in the world. However, after witnessing the great battle between Zhang Fan and Yu Xuanji, he developed deep doubts about himself, his sect, and even his cultivation.

He suspected that the path he had walked for over thirty years might just be a dead end.

That's why he's been spending these days in confusion, unease, anxiety, and even terror.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's casual question was like a wake-up call, causing Shen Mingchan's expression to change drastically. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and a chilling coldness surged up her spine and rushed to her head.

He hadn't forgotten that night when he carried the heavily wounded and bloodied Yu Xuanji into the deep mountains and wilderness, thus escaping this terrifying pursuit.

"What did he say? Yu Xuanji? Yu Xuanji from Sanqing Mountain?"

He asked if Yu Xuanji was dead.

A commotion broke out inside the Sword Offering Hall.

Zhang Fan's words sparked endless speculation among the crowd.

This sentence contains too much information, too many possibilities, and too many unbelievable things. Those with quick minds have already woven a tale of love, hate, life, and death.

This made Zhang Fan seem even more mysterious.

Zhuang Yumin stared at Zhang Fan, her beautiful eyes shining, unblinking.

Lin Haitang couldn't help but feel curious.

Qu Zhe frowned deeply, staring intently at Zhang Fan, his mind racing with thoughts, unsure of Zhang Fan's background.

"I...I..." Shen Mingchan's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped, trembling with fear, as if walking on thin ice.

Even as the senior disciple of Gezao Mountain, he found it difficult to calm his mind and quell his complicated thoughts at this moment.

You must understand, even someone as powerful as Yu Xuanji was slaughtered like a stray dog ​​by this person before her, let alone him!
A single wave of terror rises like a tide, and a million barriers open.

"Brother Dao, there's no need to be nervous."

Just then, Zhang Fan slowly stood up and walked to Shen Mingchan's side, gently raising his right hand.

Such a subtle movement caught Shen Mingchan's eye, and the latter subconsciously shrank back.

"Is Shen Mingchan that afraid of him?"

Zhuang Yumin noticed this detail, which deepened her suspicions.

Zhang Fan placed his hand on Shen Mingchan's shoulder and patted it gently.

"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by Heaven. In a way, this is your fate, brother, and it's also because her life wasn't meant to end there, but..."

The light and gentle words came to an abrupt end there.

"Please tell her, brother, that things should not happen more than three times. I have let her escape with her life twice, so there will absolutely not be a third time."

These words caused an uproar, and the shock on everyone's faces deepened.

The implication is that Yu Xuanji, a disciple of Sanqing Mountain and a prominent figure among the younger generation of the Xijiang Daoist sect, had been defeated twice by this mysterious young man, and his life was in danger, almost resulting in his death!
"Is this...is this guy just bragging?!"

"Nonsense, don't you even look at who's in front of him? If he were just bragging, would he have made Shen Mingchan act like this?"

"So it's true? No, who exactly is this person?"

"A riddle teller? It's got me all intrigued. Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

Zhang Fan's two sentences contained a wealth of information, instantly stunning everyone in the Sword Offering Hall.

If it were just him talking to himself, of course no one would care and would certainly regard it as wild and unfounded ramblings.

But Shen Mingchan's reaction said it all.

“Okay, I will definitely pass on your message.” Shen Mingchan nodded emphatically.

"Where there is a deep pool or a deep sea, there must be a true dragon."

Just then, a loud bang broke the tense atmosphere.

"Luyin Mountain, Zhuang Yumin, may I ask your esteemed title, and where you cultivate?"

Zhuang Yumin stepped forward. As a disciple of Luyin Mountain, her status and cultivation were no less than Qu Zhe's. In addition, she was exceptionally intelligent and had a stunning appearance.

In the Xijiang region, she had many suitors, both in the secular world and within the Taoist community, but she was of a quiet and unassuming nature and rarely showed herself in public.

Today, she was too curious about Zhang Fan, which is why she stood up in front of everyone and took the initiative to befriend him.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Zhuang Yumin's question was also a question in their minds.

"My name is Zhao Jiexuan, but I am just a wandering cultivator," Zhang Fan said softly.

In Xijiang Province, apart from revealing his identity to Xiang Nantian, he always identified himself as Zhao Jiexuan.

"Zhao Jiexuan!?" Shen Mingchan's heart skipped a beat.

In Tongluo Mountain, he personally heard Yu Xuanji call the other party Zhang Fan, and the person in front of him was clearly a member of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain.

However, since the other party claims to be Zhao Jiexuan, then he is Zhao Jiexuan.

Shen Mingchan, of course, dared not say anything.

"Zhao Jiexuan!?"

Zhuang Yumin and Lin Haitang exchanged a glance. Not to mention Xijiang Province, they seemed to have never heard of such a person in the world.

Qu Zhe frowned slightly, his gaze lowered, racking his brains as if recalling all the clues related to this name.

"A rogue cultivator!?"

Zhuang Yumin's thoughts raced as she looked at Zhang Fan, then at Zhang Wuming.

She had heard that recently, the scattered cultivators in various parts of Xijiang had been frequently visiting each other, showing a trend of unification and integration.

In retrospect, this does not seem to be a coincidence; there is an unseen force at work behind the scenes.

"No wonder...no wonder..."

Zhuang Yumin was quick-witted and immediately figured out many key points, connecting numerous seemingly unrelated clues.

"It seems that you are not an ordinary rogue cultivator," Zhuang Yumin said meaningfully.

Zhang Fan looked at Zhuang Yumin, smiled slightly, and then his gaze swept over everyone in the hall.

“My brother and I wish to use this precious land of Xijiang to establish another sect, to illuminate all cultivators in the world. As long as one has a heart that yearns for the Dao, whether one is an ordinary mortal or a mountain spirit, I will open the door of convenience for them.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed once again.

"What a loud tone."

Suddenly, a deep, ancient voice rang out, like the faint sound of a bell, resounding and deafening.

Everyone instinctively turned around and saw a emaciated Taoist priest staggering into the Sword Offering Hall. The priest looked weak and listless, his hair was messy with two strands of white hair hanging down, and his slightly exposed chest was so shriveled that his ribs were visible.

"Abbot Xu!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, everyone greeted him respectfully.

The sickly-looking Taoist priest before us is none other than the abbot of the Pure Land Temple…

Xu Changshou!
"Abbot Xu, it's been a long time."

Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming exchanged a glance, stepped forward, and bowed in greeting.

"At such a young age, he already has the ambition to establish his own school of thought; he is truly a force to be reckoned with."

Xu Changshou sized up Zhang Fan, then looked at Zhang Wuming, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Just trying to make a living," Zhang Fan said casually. "We're just young and ambitious. If we really want to make a name for ourselves, we hope you can lend us a hand."

"If you don't have a strong temper, can you still call yourself a young man?" Xu Changshou said calmly.

"However... I've met quite a few young people, and there are plenty of them who are even more arrogant than you."

“Young man, it’s okay to be arrogant, but if you don’t even know your own limitations, you’re not far from death.”

These words moved everyone in the Sword Offering Hall, and various thoughts arose in their minds.

"I already know why you've come," Xu Changshou suddenly said, changing the subject.

"The Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly is a major event for the Xijiang Daoist sect. I am honored to have received such a kind invitation from you all. Please allow me some time to consider it."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone exchanged glances. No wonder they all said Xu Changshou was a cunning old fox; today, representatives from all the major sects had gathered, and he was playing coy again. "Senior Xu, our Magu Mountain sincerely invites you to come out of seclusion, if..."

Just then, Qu Zhe spoke up. He had been overshadowed by Shen Mingchan and Zhang Fan, and now that he had finally seized the opportunity, he was about to offer his terms for leaving Magu Mountain.

"Senior, you don't need to consider it."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's voice rang out, interrupting Qu Zhe's words.

"Today... in this Sword Offering Hall, no one will extend an invitation, at least not until the senior refuses us," Zhang Fan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone frowned.

"Young man, you are more arrogant and headstrong than I imagined."

Xu Changshou raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhang Fan meaningfully.

"Didn't the senior say that if you're not hot-blooded, are you even a young person?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Changshou laughed: "You mean, the two of you alone can shut up all the disciples and successors of various sects in this hall?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall became noticeably tense.

Xu Changshou's words thoroughly stirred up everyone's emotions.

Zhao Jiexuan might have some ability to make Shen Mingchan wary, but to say that he doesn't take all of them seriously just because of these two people is simply outrageous.

"You flatter me, senior," Zhang Wuming said with a grin.

"He's enough on his own."

Inside the Sword Offering Hall, there was complete silence; everyone seemed not to have understood the meaning behind Zhang Wuming's words.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's expression changed, and even Zhuang Yumin couldn't help but show a look of suspicion.
Only Shen Mingchan remained calm, silently observing everything before her.

“Bullying the weak is not a skill,” Zhang Fan said softly, shaking his head, refuting Zhang Wuming’s argument.

"What...what does he mean? So many of us...bullying the weak? Who's weak? Who are we bullying?"

"I can't take it anymore! Are these two deliberately humiliating us by working together?"

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Where did this Zhao Jiexuan come from?"

Zhang Fan's self-deprecating remark was even more powerful than Zhang Wuming's explanation, completely igniting everyone's emotions.

Qu Zhe's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and even Zhuang Yumin was somewhat eager to try.

Only Shen Mingchan remained silent, standing quietly at the back.

"What you just said is quite right," Zhang Fan continued, seemingly oblivious to the reactions of the crowd.

"what?"

“Young people can be arrogant and ignorant, but if they don’t even know their own limitations, they’re not far from death,” Zhang Fan said suddenly after a pause.

"Senior, you can come and try your weight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Changshou's previously dull and lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

The people in the hall looked at each other in disbelief.

"You haven't even entered the temple yet, how dare you challenge me?" Xu Changshou couldn't help but say.

At the first stage of fasting, the inner elixir has been generated and the life cultivation has been greatly accomplished. Without entering this stage, one is like an ant, and the difference is unimaginable.

That's why Xu Changshou was so surprised when Zhang Fan spoke.

“Young man, you are more arrogant than any other young man I have ever met, you are so arrogant that you are lawless.”

“Senior has achieved great success in cultivating life force; this junior can only seek guidance from you through my primordial spirit,” Zhang Fan suddenly said.

Having reached the highest level of spiritual cultivation and achieved great success in his life force cultivation, his physical body is so strong that he naturally wouldn't use his weaknesses to attack his strengths.

However, battles between primordial spirits are even more dangerous.

Upon hearing this, only two words remained in everyone's minds.

Arrogant!

"it is good!"

Suddenly, Xu Changshou let out a long roar, and a great light shone brightly from between his brows.

Everyone's expression changed drastically as they saw the external manifestations of their primordial spirits appear.

A sword light flashed across the sky, leaping out from Xu Changshou's primordial spirit.

The sword light, three inches long, soared and flew, its movements exquisite and unparalleled. Suddenly, a great star fell and perished, a dragon in the raging sea perished, blood splattered across the sky, and mountains and rivers lost their color, all in a state of bewilderment.

"Xu Zu's Dragon-Slaying Technique!?"

Zhang Wuming's heart skipped a beat. He clearly saw a Taoist priest looming in and out of sight within the three-inch sword light, hovering in the air, a magic sword soaring in his hand, its power dazzling. The priest slashed down a colossal shadow in the vast Fubo River below, causing blood to flow like a river, affecting the rivers and seas, shaking the boundless mountains, and changing the color of the heavens and earth.

"Xu Zu Subdued the Dragon!?"

Zhang Wuming's expression changed slightly. He knew that the illusory figure of the Taoist he had seen was the legendary Xu Zu, and the magic sword in his hand was the famous Pure Yang magic weapon...

The Dragon-Slaying Sword!
"Xu Changshou left home at a young age, and everyone said he hadn't received the true teachings, but this dragon-slaying technique is undeniably authentic..."

"No... there are still some differences."

Zhang Wuming was filled with a thousand thoughts and couldn't help but make a guess.

Perhaps, when Xu Changshou wandered here, he obtained a trace of Xu Zu's remaining sword intent in Fujiao Mountain. However, that sword intent was tainted with the essence blood of the dragon, making it even more ferocious in its killing intent.

After years of study, he not only mastered the Dragon-Slaying Technique, but also developed his own unique style. Its divine power was unimaginable, and even among the direct descendants of the Xu family, he could be considered outstanding.

However, his dragon-slaying technique was even more murderous and ferocious, which is why it took so many years to torment his body to this state.

"With one sword, I slay the dragon and cross the vast ocean; I humbly beseech the True Lord Xu Jiulang."

The sword light suddenly arrived, separating and rejoining in a mere three inches, then transforming into a sky full of light and shadow, like a river tide bursting its banks, like a raging sea surging, covering the sky and the earth, completely engulfing Zhang Fan's primordial spirit.

Such sword light.

Such bloodshed.

Such ferocity...

Amidst the endless sword light, a single point of crimson emerged, annihilating everything and destroying all, domineering and ruthless, leaving no room for retreat.

Everyone's soul trembled, and boundless fear arose in their hearts.

Such sword light, even if it were to strike even a fraction of a primordial spirit, would reduce it to ashes.

"Master Lü's alchemical method is truly wondrous; I transform my primordial spirit into a fire dragon!"

Suddenly, a soft sound rang out.

Amidst the endless sword light, a primordial spirit soared into the sky, indestructible through countless eons. Under the pressure of the surging sword light, the continuous spiritual light gradually changed, transforming into a raging inferno.

"Internal alchemy cultivation is not about burning the body with the fire of the mind, but about illuminating life with the light of one's nature."

"Once the primordial spirit is formed, fire is used to purify it, thus condensing the true yang and forming the great elixir."

"That is the root of sexual cultivation and the secret of life cultivation."

Endless mysteries flowed through Zhang Fan's heart.

His primordial spirit seemed to dissolve, formless and shapeless, merging into the boundless light, transforming into a raging inferno, with flames swirling and dragons and elephants going mad.

In everyone's eyes, a fire dragon soared into the sky, entangled with the three-inch sword light.

Thousand hammers!

Refined a hundred times!

Sharpen that profound sword intent, and transform that fierce nature.

Xu Changshou's eyes burned fiercely, and in his eyes, the sword light seemed to become even purer, turning from crimson to clear, transparent glass.

At that moment, endless mysteries rose in his heart.

"Having obtained the Dharma of Lu Zu at a young age, he will surely attain the Pure Yang Intent in the future." Xu Changshou looked at Zhang Fan, at the distorted primordial spirit in the firelight, and gradually became dazed, murmuring softly.

"One day, this child will surely become the greatest in the world!"

(End of this chapter)