Pure Yang!

Chapter 475 The Coffin-Carrying Ceremony with Xu Laoliu! The Pure Yang Sword and the Xu Ancestral Sword
There is a mysterious pass on the path to immortality, and within that pass lies a vast mountain range.

Throughout history, countless seekers of immortality have worshipped this mysterious pass to refine elixirs.

In front of the Ancestral Hall, in the courtyard of an empty tree, that man appeared before everyone with an air of authority under the pressure of the three Celestial Masters. Time had passed, yet it seemed as if it had not left a single trace on his face.

He looked as if he had remained around forty years old, yet his deep eyes held the vastness of time and the vicissitudes of life.

A barrage of gazes fell upon him.

For the vast majority of people, this face is completely unfamiliar.

Only the older generation, upon seeing this man, underwent a dramatic change in expression, as if struck by lightning, and were almost unable to control themselves.

More than sixty years have passed since this man left the Xu family.

No one would have thought that he would actually come back one day.

"Xu Xuanguan!"

Xu Jinzhao looked at the newcomer, his gaze narrowed to a single line, his voice carrying a complex and indescribable emotion.

"Guanzi Ge!?"

Beside him, Xu Jinshi looked at the newcomer, his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Has the third branch fallen so low?" Xu Xuanguan stood in the courtyard, speaking softly, his calm gaze fixed on Xu Xuanxiao.

At this moment, Xu Xuanxiao was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He hadn't seen his younger brother for sixty years.

"You've finally come back," Xu Xuanxiao sighed.

"I'm back, but not because of the Xu family." Xu Xuanguan said softly, his gaze shifting to Zhang Fan.

"Senior, we meet again." Zhang Fan quickly stepped forward and bowed.

This time when they met again, he was no longer as clueless as before, and knew many secrets.

Xu Xuanguan was born into the third branch of the Xu family. He was Xu Xuanxiao's younger brother and Xu Wenjun's second older brother.

According to seniority, Zhang Fan should call him Second Uncle.

In addition, Xu Xuanguan was one of the nine founding members of the Coffin Carrying Association, ranking sixth.

"Your inner core is complete. With such talent, your grandparents can rest in peace." Xu Xuanguan looked at Zhang Fan with approval.

“Senior…” Zhang Fan was filled with emotion and wanted to say something, but Xu Xuanguan raised his hand to stop him.

"In terms of blood ties, you should call me uncle, and in terms of personal relationships, I have a sworn brotherhood with your grandfather."

"follow me."

"Xu Xuanguan, what do you think this place is?"

Just then, Xu Chengtian shouted, and the patriarch of the second branch of the family finally couldn't help but speak up.

"You've been away from the Xu family for over sixty years. Do you think you can just come and go as you please?"

"Hmm? Xu Chengtian, you can actually become a Celestial Master? I remember that back then, the most promising person from your second branch was Xu Chengfa..."

Xu Xuanguan changed the subject, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“He died long ago, more than twenty years ago, at the hands of the master of the Yuan Palace of the Wuwei Sect,” Xu Chengtian said coldly.

"No wonder. After he died, the fortune of the second branch fell on you. With your talent, it would be a stretch to even reach the Celestial Master realm."

Xu Xuanguan said calmly, "And you still dare to put on airs in front of me?"

Rumble…

As soon as the soft voice fell, an invisible wave slowly spread out.

The huge stone shell in the center of the courtyard trembled violently, and the murals on the surrounding stone walls seemed to come alive, with raging seas and turbulent waves, as if they were about to leap off the stone walls and submerge the Xu family and the entire city of Tianjin.

Such a phenomenon is not man-made, but seems to be natural, drawing inspiration from the watercourses of the world, with its mysterious gates stretching for thousands of miles and nine layers deep.

Xu Chengtian's expression changed drastically as he felt unprecedented pressure.

As far as his eyes could see, the world stretched out before him, and it seemed that only that man remained. He appeared to be surrounded by rivers, and that aura made him feel tense.

"So many years have passed, and his cultivation has reached this level!?" A voice seemed to echo in Xu Chengtian's mind.

Xu Xuanxiao saw all this and was filled with mixed feelings.

"Entrance Hall, did you come back today just to show off your power?"

Just then, Xu Jinzhao's voice rang out.

The sound was like a spring breeze and gentle rain, slowly dissipating, and instantly, the terrifying atmosphere vanished like clouds.

Xu Chengtian caught his breath and looked at Xu Xuanguan, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Xu Jinzhao, among the disciples of the same clan back then, you were not the most outstanding, just average. Who would have thought that the Xu family would eventually fall into your hands?" Xu Xuanguan sighed leisurely, his expression unchanged.

He looked at his elder brother from the same clan, speaking in a light and casual tone, his earlier anger gone, as if they were reminiscing.

"The way of Heaven is to take from the surplus and give to the deficiency. Since ancient times, Heaven has favored the weak and disliked the strong. Being young and clever is not necessarily a good thing," Xu Jinzhao said solemnly.

"Being a little foolish is the only way to go far."

As he spoke, Xu Jinzhao glanced at Zhang Fan, seemingly unintentionally.

"Back then, Zhang Tiansheng was too clever for his own good, which led to his death."

“Xu Jinzhao, you’re not stupid. After all, you’ve met the last Celestial Master,” Xu Xuanguan suddenly said.

"Zhang Taixu, the last Celestial Master?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

“Back then, he praised you for your inner beauty and said that your future achievements would be limitless, and that you would surely be able to expand the lineage of the Xu family,” Xu Xuanguan sighed.

This is a story from the past.

When Xu Jinzhao was young, he spent some time practicing Buddhism in Zhongnan Mountain.

At that time, he was still young, and the great calamity of the Daoist sect was not far off. Zhang Taixu passed through Chang'an and secluded himself in Nanwang Mountain near Zhongnan Mountain for three years.

By a twist of fate, it was on this occasion that Xu Jinzhao met the last Celestial Master.

"You have indeed lived up to expectations. Given this fate, do you still intend to exterminate us all?"

Xu Xuanguang abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

"He's still young. He can't represent the Zhang family, and he can't even represent the Southern Zhang family," Xu Jinzhao said indifferently.

"joke."

Xu Xuanguan coldly said, "You probably don't know that before the Great Calamity of Nan Zhang, Zhang Lao Er had already left behind his last words."

"What last words?"

Upon hearing this, not only Xu Jinzhao, but also Xu Xuanxiao, Xu Chengtian, and others perked up their ears.

"If any of his descendants adopts the name Fan in the future, they will surely become the lords of Nanzhang!"

Rumble…

Before the words were finished, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, and everyone's primordial spirits plunged into the boundless outer landscape.

The world was in chaos, and that mighty river surged forth once more, as if falling from the heavens, spanning the ages, and pressing down on Zhang Fan.

"Before the Patriarch's throne, who can cross the Heavenly Barrier?"

Xu Xuanguan stood still, his robes fluttering loudly like thunder.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, and a sword aura swept across the sky. The wind stopped, and the leaves on the trees fell gently.

The sword energy rose slowly and gently, yet in everyone's eyes, it grew longer and deeper, as if the heavens and earth were separated by a single line, and the sun and moon were clearly distinct.

Rumble…

The next moment, the vast river that hung from the sky was torn apart by that single line of sword energy. Countless waves surged, each wave containing a different sword intent, but when they came into contact with that single line of sword energy, they all merged into it and became part of that sword energy.

Rumble…

Almost instantly, the vast scene was swallowed up by that single sliver of sword energy, leaving only emptiness and ethereal illusion, with the sword energy rising and changing unpredictably, disappearing into the vast void, seemingly there yet not there.

"The Dragon-Slaying Technique!?"

Xu Jinzhao's voice echoed in everyone's ears, carrying a deep sense of solemnity.

The man stood there, his sword unadorned and even plain.

But this one sword strike shattered his path and destroyed his magic.

"He obtained the true meaning of the patriarch!?" Xu Chengtian clenched his fists, his burning eyes revealing deep fear.

There are countless paths, but they all lead to the same destination, and the final result is only one.

Ordinary people who cultivate the Tao are merely gazing at the moon in a well or looking at flowers in the water; though they have various forms, they are illusory and not real.

But that man seemed to have truly glimpsed the realm of the patriarch of yesteryear.

That one sword strike revealed the true meaning.

"He is the number one expert in the Xu family!" At this moment, everyone's expression changed, their hearts surged, and their expressions became complicated.

The third branch of the Xu family may seem to be dwindling in number, but in reality, it is the most powerful.

This is because two great celestial masters emerged from this lineage.

Xu Xuanguan, in particular, left home at a young age to become a disciple of Maoshan. Later, he even established the Coffin Carrying Association. Along the way, he faced many trials and tribulations, but the tribulations of heaven and earth did not diminish his edge. Instead, they enabled him to achieve great success in his Taoist arts and establish his own lineage.

"How could he achieve such success after leaving the Xu family and losing the protection of his ancestor?"

"This person has reached the pinnacle of cultivation."

"As expected of Brother Guan, he's amazing!"

Countless thoughts surfaced in everyone's minds.

"Xu Jinzhao, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Feel free to use them."

"Where is Xu Zujian? You can bring him out too, and see if you can keep me here today."

Xu Xuanguan uttered a soft, domineering, and boundless murmur.

Such momentum and such courage are enough to move everyone.

"There's no need to activate the Ancestral Master's Sword if I leave you here!"

Suddenly, a bell rang out.

Inside the Xu family ancestral hall, the fire blazed brightly, reaching the sky, and crimson clouds surged like a tide.

"Incense offerings!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but be moved.

He was all too familiar with that aura.

This is the ancestral home of the Xu family, where incense will surely protect future generations.

Rumble…

The incense smoke billowed, its smoke rising as high as the heavens and as turbulent as the surging tide.

With such power, the long river that stretched to the sky condensed again, carrying crimson light all over the land, and actually swallowed up and annihilated the suddenly appearing line of sword energy.

"It's too strong!" A voice seemed to roar in Zhang Fan's mind.

He could feel the density of the incense, each wisp containing the purest thought, as if polished by a diamond, interwoven together like a vast net, layer upon layer.

This is the accumulated incense offerings of the Xu family over many years, which, in the unseen realm, influence reality, transform into fortune, and the three elements converge into boundless unity.

If you were to extract a golden substance from so much incense, how much would you have to extract?

"I stand before the incense hall, protected by the ancestral master!" Xu Jinzhao's voice resounded once more, now sounding mysterious and grand.

Rumble…

The long river, like a dragon, surges forth.

In everyone's eyes, it was the patriarch's deception, the Xu family's incense offerings, and an aura of invincibility.

"You really won't give up."

Xu Xuanguan sighed.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the scene before everyone's eyes changed again. A mysterious aura appeared, stretching across the north and south, east and west, supporting the sky and treading on the earth.

The atmosphere there was like a mysterious gate, a heavenly pass, separated by thousands of miles of mountains. Throughout history, the proudest heroes of old had been here, their corpses piled up and returned.

"Xu Jinzhao, you still need to refine."

Rumble…

The Heavenly Gate seemed to be a tribulation on the path to immortality. When the world changed, the vast river was swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a giant hand suddenly reached out, and the surrounding incense flames gathered towards the giant hand, burning it.

"Your cultivation has actually reached such a level that you can seize the ancestral master's incense offerings and sever the fortune of my Xu family?" Xu Jinzhao's voice finally changed, revealing deep shock.

"You think you've seen the vastness of the world, but you're just sitting in a well and talking about how big the sky is!" Xu Xuanguan said indifferently.

"Please summon the Ancestral Master's Dharma Sword!"

At that moment, each word leaped out from between Xu Jinzhao's teeth, conveying a chilling and solemn tone.

hum...

Almost at the same moment, a sword's cry soared into the sky, piercing through the clear blue sky and bright sunlight.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sword light rush out from the Fengjian Tower and land directly in Xu Jinzhao's hand.

The ordinary, rusty iron sword seemed to come alive at this moment. The rust fell off, revealing a dazzling starlight-like brilliance. A terrifying sword aura flashed by like a streak of light in everyone's sight.

The next moment, Xu Xuanguan, who was terrifyingly powerful, had one of his arms fly high into the air.

Even a dignified Celestial Master is no match for the power of a single sword strike.

The terrifying sword energy, carrying the intent of supreme destruction, roared and raged across his body, spreading terrifying sword marks continuously. In the blink of an eye, his body was already reduced to half its original size.

"A pure Yang magic weapon!"

"A pure Yang magic weapon!"

"A pure Yang magic weapon!"

This scene was astonishing, shocking everyone. Xu Xuanguang, who had just displayed invincibility, was no match for the power of a single sword.

Almost no one has ever witnessed the power of a pure Yang magic weapon.

Only at this moment did they realize the profound heritage of the Chunyang family and the terrifying power of such a magical treasure.

"Xu Xuanguan, what else do you have to say?" Xu Jinchao said coldly.

His face was deathly pale; holding such a powerful artifact, he was also under unimaginable pressure.

"Truly a treasure left behind by Ancestor Xu," Xu Xuanguan sighed softly.

His body was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse, covered in sword marks, like a rock eroded by the wind, ready to crack at any moment.

"Unfortunately, you cannot yet master his power."

Suddenly, Xu Xuanguan's voice rang in Xu Jinzhao's ears.

Xu Jinzhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw that Xu Xuanguan's body seemed to have shattered.

A strange cloud of dust wriggled in mid-air, and little bits of flesh slowly condensed, transforming into a new body. At the same time, Xu Xuanguan's hand had already grabbed his wrist.

"This...what is this..."

Even for a celestial master, this scene was beyond his comprehension.

"This is dust left behind by the Great Floating Earth. You've never seen it before, have you?"

"This world is more wonderful than you imagine," Xu Xuanguan said indifferently.

"I lost!"

Xu Jinzhao was stunned for a moment, then lowered his gaze, a look of sadness welling up inside him.

"But you still can't take him with you."

Suddenly, Xu Xuanguan's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly lowered his head.

Xu Zujian had already broken free of control, transforming into a sword aura that enveloped the area in front.

"Zhang Fan!"

Xu Xuanguan turned his head sharply and cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

The sword light suddenly appeared, right before their eyes.

Rumble…

Just then, in the old house in the southern part of Tianjin, the wooden box in the room suddenly exploded, and the wooden sword inside suddenly soared up, turning into a long rainbow that stretched across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the ancestral hall of the Xu family.

The terrifying weather was earth-shattering, and everyone was in a daze, as if they saw a great sun rising in the sky, shining brightly and looking down on everything.

Xu Zujian let out a long cry, as if facing a formidable enemy, and suddenly turned his attention to the enemy.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that familiar figure, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"The legacy of Lü Zu!"

"Pure Yang Magic Sword!"

(End of this chapter)