Pure Yang!

Chapter 466 Zhang Tiansheng and Zhang Lingzong

Late at night.

Zhang Fan and Hu San Niang walked out of the quiet room, both of them with satisfied smiles on their faces.

For Hu Sanniang, she was certain of Zhang Fan's identity; this unassuming yet incredibly powerful young man was indeed of the Nan Zhang bloodline.

For Zhang Fan, he also confirmed many things, the most important of which was that his grandfather had left behind an important legacy in the Xu family's water mansion.

This was an unexpected bonus of his trip.

Whether Xu Zujian can see him or not is another matter, but Zhang Tiansheng's estate must be inherited.

From both a legal and moral standpoint, Zhang Fan is the most qualified person to inherit this estate.

The only thing he wasn't sure about was what treasure Zhang Tiansheng had left in that water palace.

"Are you done talking?"

On the deck, Xu Jiuzhi and Lin Jianyue were enjoying the night breeze and the river view when they saw the two of them come out. They got up to greet them.

"After we finished talking, it can be said that I became acquainted with Third Sister through a fight."

Zhang Fan chuckled, even his way of addressing her became more intimate. Who would have thought that the two had just been fighting to the death?

"It was too abrupt of you, Third Sister," Hu San Niang said apologetically.

Those bright, clear eyes reflected a different kind of charm.

"..."

Xu Jiuzhi was stunned for a moment, unable to adapt to the sudden change in their attitudes, and her expression became strange.

"Miss Xu."

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke up.

“No need to be so formal. You can call me Zhizhi, just like Yueyue and Third Sister,” Xu Jiuzhi said solemnly.

Such a title is not something that ordinary people, especially men, are entitled to use, except for family members and very close female friends.

However, Xu Jiuzhi could tell that Zhang Fan was an extraordinary person with a powerful background, so she naturally wanted to win him over. She acted without any airs and deliberately tried to get close to him.

Zhang Fan understood perfectly well and readily accepted the offer.

After all, in terms of relationship, Xu Jiuzhi could be considered his distant cousin.

"Zhizhi, I have a favor to ask," Zhang Fan said directly.

"You speak." Xu Jiuzhi's expression remained unchanged, but she subconsciously glanced at Hu Sanniang.

"I would like to see the Xu family's water residence. I wonder if it's convenient?"

Zhang Fan got straight to the point, without any attempt to hide anything.

"The Water Palace!?"

Xu Jiuzhi raised an eyebrow and subconsciously turned her head to look at the small building that was appearing and disappearing in the hazy night.

The Xu Family Water Mansion is located at the confluence of three rivers, occupying the vital energy center of Tianjin. It is the place with the strongest dragon vein energy in Tianjin, but it is also an unstable place.

Back then, Zhang Tiansheng used the Dragon and Tiger Great Technique to create a water palace, seizing the creation of heaven and earth, dispelling all the evil waters of the entire Tianjin dragon vein, and concentrating all the vital energy here, thus making this water palace a blessed land. Its mysterious creation is no less than that of Tongluo Mountain.

Although this water mansion is registered under Xu Wenjun's name, it belongs to the third branch of the family.

However, Xu Wenjun died young, and after the Southern Zhang clan was destroyed, this water mansion almost became the public property of the Xu family, and outstanding disciples under their command had the opportunity to go to the water mansion for secluded cultivation.

Furthermore, every so often, the water palace would absorb the dragon energy of the Tianjin water dragon and even spew out treasures.

It is like a dragon's mouth, capable of swallowing all the treasures nurtured at the lower reaches of the nine rivers, and then spitting them out immediately.

Three years ago, Xu Yinhe obtained a "Dragon Pearl" nurtured by the Tianjin Water Dragon in the Water Mansion, which nourished his primordial spirit, allowing him to enter the Great Master realm.

Without such extraordinary good fortune, with his talent, he might never have been able to comprehend the realm of a Great Master in this lifetime.

This demonstrates the importance of the Water Mansion to the Xu family of Chunyang.

“The Water Mansion is indeed an important place for my Xu family. I only have seventeen days left to cultivate,” Xu Jiuzhi said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan understood immediately.

The so-called blessed lands are different from the mundane world.

That kind of environment is not only far from the hustle and bustle, but its magnetic field can make it easier for the primordial spirit to enter a state of tranquility, and many thoughts will be blocked and stopped. From a secular point of view, this kind of place is full of spiritual energy.

Therefore, if there are too many people and it becomes noisy, it will naturally affect the magnetic field of this environment, and the effect of the blessed place will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, in ancient times, true Taoist sects would guard a single mountain and temple, and their disciples would generally not exceed the number on two hands.

Given the importance of the Xu Family Water Mansion, it's natural to control the number of people and the time spent there.

Every year at the end of the year, the Xu family would evaluate and allocate quotas based on the disciples' cultivation level, strength, progress, and other factors.

Xu Jiuzhi, the eldest daughter of the third branch of the family, is considered the most promising among the disciples of this generation, which is why she is entitled to a 30-day time quota each year.

Like her younger brother Xu Jiuliu, he only gets a three-day quota each year, and that's only because he's the only male in the third wife's family, which is considered a policy benefit.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even deserve the surname Xu.

“I can pay the price.” Zhang Fan noticed Xu Jiuzhi’s troubled expression.

Now, he is no longer alone. He still has the Fanmen family business behind him. Although it is in its early stages, it can still contribute some of its resources.

"No need," Xu Jiuzhi waved her hand.

"Brother Dao is Yueyue's friend, so he is my friend too. I can repay this favor."

Xu Jiuzhi pondered for a moment and said, "I will give you a day."

Each member of the Xu family can transfer their time quota, but if they give it to an outsider, the exchange ratio is one to three.

In other words, if Xu Jiuzhi takes Zhang Fan to the Water Mansion, she will have to deduct three days' worth of her quota for one day.

Xu Jiuzhi didn't say this aloud, but she thought Lin Jianyue would probably tell Zhang Fan.

True friendship is when kindness is given without expecting anything in return.

The meaning changes once it's spoken aloud.

"I'll remember this favor." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiuzhi couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

For her, spending two or three more days cultivating in the Water Mansion wouldn't be of much help, but if she could use it to make friends with a master like Zhang Fan, then it would be well worth the price.

Xu Jiuzhi witnessed it all clearly; in the blink of an eye, Hu Sanniang was defeated by Zhang Fan.

You should know that Hu Sanniang is a master of the Zhai Shou realm.

What kind of skill is that?

"Today is a good day. Come on, let's go in and have a cup of tea." Xu Jiuzhi gestured for them to enter.

She resolved the conflict between Hu San Niang and Lin Jian Yue, and also befriended a master like Zhang Fan. Naturally, this was a win-win situation for her.

……

Tonight, the moon is exceptionally bright.

Fishing Villa, a three-story building.

This is Xu Mingcheng's residence, located on Wanguo Avenue in Tianjin. In the past, this was a foreign concession, and today it is one of the most prosperous areas in Tianjin.

Living here offers tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle; though situated in the world of mortals, it also serves as a way to cultivate one's mind—a form of spiritual practice.

"Father……"

Inside the study, the two brothers, Xu Yinhe and Xu Yindeng, stood respectfully to one side.

After the family dinner, Xu Mingcheng and several powerful figures from the second branch of the family chatted with Xu Changshou for a long time before dispersing.

Upon returning, he summoned his two sons and inquired about the events of the day.

“Father, that kid is no ordinary person for being able to suppress my elder brother to such an extent. Perhaps Xu Chang…” Before Xu Yindeng could finish speaking, Xu Mingcheng shot him a sharp glare.

"What is your seniority? How dare you address your elders by their given names?"

“Father, I just spoke without thinking. I was worried about Uncle Changshou and passed on the ancestral Taoist techniques to outsiders,” Xu Yinhe quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Xu Mingcheng's expression softened slightly before he said, "That young man wasn't suppressing you."

"Not suppressing me?" Xu Yinhe was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

“According to your description, that young man’s strength is even more terrifying than you imagine. If he wanted to, he could wipe you out in an instant.” “Then wouldn’t he be…” Xu Yinhe’s expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with deep solemnity.

“This young man has naturally reached the Great Master realm, and may even have reached the eighth or ninth level,” Xu Mingcheng said solemnly.

At such a young age, to reach the eighth or ninth level of the Great Master realm is already quite terrifying. As for the First Master realm...
This bigwig from the second branch of the Xu family never even considered it.

"How did he..."

Xu Yinhe clenched his fists involuntarily. He was a descendant of the Xu family lineage and had been cultivating the true Xuanmen Grand Law since childhood. In addition, he had so many resources to support him and so many elders to guide him.

In this situation, he only barely reached the Great Master realm because of the opportunity he obtained the Water Palace Dragon Pearl.

Now, a completely unknown young man has suddenly appeared, who looks much younger than him, yet his cultivation level is so much higher!
How could Xu Yinhe not be angry and resentful?
"Gods are made from mortals, but I fear that mortals lack the willpower to do so." Xu Mingcheng looked at his son's appearance and said coldly.

"Everyone can cultivate, everyone can become an immortal..."

"Don't think that just because you have the surname Xu, you can look down on everyone. Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?" Xu Mingcheng warned.

“I have remembered Father’s words,” Xu Yinhe said in a deep voice.

"It's good that you've remembered it. How can you temper your character without experiencing hardships..." Xu Mingcheng said in a deep voice.

"When the mind is restless, the heart of the Dao is revealed, which is not a bad thing for you."

"These next two days, you and your brother should go to the Water Mansion and get some proper training."

“But…” Xu Yinhe couldn’t help but say, “Father, I’ve already used up my quota for this year.”

Given Xu Yinhe's status and cultivation level, he can only go to the Water Palace for twelve days of cultivation each year.

“I’ll get it from someone else,” Xu Mingcheng whispered.

Those with poor qualifications are useless even if they waste time; it's better to allocate them to others, at most giving them some other compensation.

As the powerful figure in the second wife's household, Xu Mingcheng still possesses this much power.

“Father, what about this Zhao Jiexuan…” Xu Yindeng couldn’t help but ask.

"I've already asked my friends in Xijiang. Such an outstanding young man is definitely not an unknown person. We should hear from him soon," Xu Mingcheng said calmly.

"Wait, then."

"Yes!"

Xu Yinhe and Xu Yindeng exchanged a glance and nodded.

……

The night was deeper.

When Xu Jiuzhi returned home, the moon had already dozed off and hidden behind the clouds.

"A girl shouldn't be away from home all the time."

As soon as the lights were turned on, a dignified voice rang out in the living room.

Xu Jiuzhi had just taken off her high heels when she looked up and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, his arms graying, staring straight at her.

"dad."

Xu Jiuzhi changed into slippers, a smile appearing on her pretty face, and obediently walked over.

"I was with my friends today and we chatted a bit more."

"You're a friend again? When are you going to spend some time with your dad?" Xu Qiaosheng said with dissatisfaction.

"I'm keeping you company, I'm keeping you company right now."

Xu Jiuzhi no longer had her usual sassy and capable demeanor; she looked just like a well-behaved little cotton-padded jacket.

"Your younger brother will be back tomorrow, go pick him up."

“Dad, how old is he? Do I still have to pick him up? It’s because you spoiled him that he’s now so picky about jobs.” Xu Jiuzhi said with dissatisfaction.

"Who told us that our third branch of the family has so few members, with only this one male?" Xu Qiaosheng sighed.

"Although times have changed, you know the rules of the Xu family. In the future, the third branch of the family will still have to be handed over to your younger brother."

At this point, Xu Qiaosheng's face was clouded with worry.

It's unclear what bad luck befell the third branch of the Xu family, but each generation has indeed become worse than the last.

Xu Qiaosheng himself was only at the Great Master realm, his potential was exhausted, and he was even less capable than Xu Yinhe, a junior member of the second branch of the family.

As for his only son, Xu Jiuliu, he was simply too weak to lift.

Back then, how glorious was the wedding of the third aunt of the Xu family? She outshone both the first and second wives. Some say that Xu Wenjun alone exhausted the luck of the third wife's family, which is why each generation is worse than the last.

"The anniversary of my aunt's death is approaching, and Jiuliu came back because..." Xu Jiuzhi suddenly remembered.

All she knew was that her grandfather, and her second grandfather whom she had never met, had both doted on their only younger sister when they were young.

However, that young lady died young.

That's why every year on the anniversary of that young aunt's death, the descendants of the third branch of the family would return to pay their respects.

"Don't bother your grandfather these days," Xu Qiaosheng said in a low voice.

Around the anniversary of Xu Wenjun's death each year, Xu Xuanxiao is always in a bad mood, and this has been the case for many years.

"I know."

Xu Wenjun lowered her voice and subconsciously looked upstairs.

The room in the corner was dimly lit, with only a faint light shining through.

"The green hills stand tall and majestic, as if they were born to adorn me with beauty."

"Early spring hastens the graying of hair, peach blossoms are everywhere, but the old friend is nowhere to be seen..."

Inside the antique-looking gramophone, the record slowly turned, emitting the soft, melodious sounds of traditional Chinese opera.

On the wicker chair, an elderly figure leaned back. In the dim light, he seemed to be holding a photograph in his arms, a picture of a bright young girl.

The old man's eyes were half-closed, half-open, his wandering gaze fixed on the photograph. Every year at this time, his memory would involuntarily return to that night.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, a strong smell of blood hit me, and the baby's cries sounded like the lament of death.

The thunder in the sky was like the boiling, raging anger in his chest.

"Zhang Tiansheng, you beast, you bastard..."

A heavy punch landed on the man's face. His beard was unkempt, and he seemed to have lost his former radiance. He collapsed to the ground, dazed and broken, letting the fist fall and the blood flow, only muttering to himself...

"Failed……"

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

"Why isn't it a superposition state? Why..."

"Shut up!"

The furious fist came hurtling down again, its surface already stained with shattered flesh.

"In order to research the Three Corpses' Fate, you actually tampered with your own wife and children..."

"You...you owe me my little sister's life!"

Rumble…

A fierce wind howled, and a mountain rain was imminent.

The door was pushed open by the wind, and a strong stench of blood rushed in. The newborn baby lay on the bed covered in blood, while the woman beside him was already lifeless.

Suddenly, the man in the pool of blood laughed, seemingly insane, seemingly mocking, muttering as if in a trance.

"It failed...it failed..."

"Why not a superposition state, but..."

Rumble…

A thunderclap ripped through the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

Inside the room, the baby on the bed suddenly stopped crying, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky. In that horrified gaze, black and white flowed, as distinct as the Yellow River, as if gods and demons stood side by side.

"Divine and Demonic Embryo!"

The murmured words echoed in the quiet courtyard, only to be drowned out by the torrential rain.

(End of this chapter)