Pure Yang!

Chapter 483 Vice President of the Supernatural Power Association! The Rat Appears

Zhang Wang.

The fact that this young man, whom Zhang Fan had met in Huizhou Province, would appear in the surveillance video and in front of Li Yishan surprised Zhang Fan greatly.

In fact, when Zhang Wang visited the Qin family in Huizhou that day, he said that the Qin family's fortunes were about to decline and that a great disaster was imminent. As for the young man named Qin Daoyuan whom he had met by chance, he might be able to restore the Qin family's lifeline and become a master in the future.

At that time, Zhang Fan and Fang Changle regarded it as a joke, until Shenhou Yuan Lingguan suddenly appeared and the Qin family's experts suffered a devastating disaster. The Qin family collapsed from then on, and the monkeys scattered when the tree fell.

Only then did Zhang Fan realize that Zhang Wang was no ordinary person, perhaps not a common Taoist priest, but someone who possessed the ability to glimpse the secrets of heaven.

Later, they met again in Qin Gu Town. They intended to have a long talk, but he came to Chang'an again because of Li Yishan's matter.

"You know him? Who is he?" Meng Qiwu pressed.

Zhang Fan's expression was solemn as he shook his head: "I know him, but I don't know his background."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan took out his phone, intending to send a message to Zhang Wang.

"It's been cancelled!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression turning strange as he looked at the system notification.

"You said his surname is Zhang... Could he be from your Zhang family?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but ask.

“Bei Zhang!?” Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then pondered and said, “I don’t know.”

“Li Yishan’s disappearance is highly suspicious. I will ask people to look for him now. As long as they are still in Chang’an and Qinxi, there will always be some clues,” Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

This outstanding disciple from Zhongnan Mountain has shown considerable strength; after all, this is her trump card.

With her talent and cultivation, among the disciples of the same generation in Zhongnan Mountain, only An Wuyang, the successor of Zhongnan Mountain, could easily surpass her.

"You can go look for them, but you might not get a response. I guess they probably went to this place."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan handed over the manuscript he had just deciphered.

Meng Qiwu took a look and revealed a strange expression.

"Eight princes carrying a coffin... what is that?"

"It's related to the Nine Methods and Nine Weapons... That coffin stayed at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain..."

“Throughout history, countless cultivators have sought to uncover the secrets of the Nine Laws; this is an extremely important clue,” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"Most importantly, there are traces of the Nine Weapons in that place, perhaps..."

At this point, Zhang Fan subconsciously gripped the black metal piece in his pocket.

No wonder that when he used the golden substance to repair the black iron sheet, the latter showed the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain.

His past trajectory is the clue, the cause and effect, and the destiny.

Now, every little detail, past and present, is connected.

"The Tomb of the Living Dead...you mean they went to the Tomb of the Living Dead?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but ask.

"Probably."

"That's difficult." Meng Qiwu's expression turned slightly serious.

Unless one has mastered the "Jia Sheng Gui Si" technique, it is very difficult for ordinary people to find that mysterious tomb.

However, in the world today, besides Li Yishan, only Luo Sen has truly mastered this method.

"Can't you think of a way to help the Wang family?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

"Difficult," Meng Qiwu shook his head.

"You should know that the Tomb of the Living Dead was where Patriarch Chongyang secluded himself in seclusion. Even members of the Wang family cannot enter without a great opportunity," Meng Qiwu said softly.

"I heard that among the younger generation of the Wang family, only Wang Qingyi entered that great tomb."

"Him!?" Zhang Fan was slightly taken aback; he still had some recollection of this person.

Wang Qingyi is the most outstanding young member of the Wang family. When Zhang Fan first met her, he was indeed impressed by her extraordinary demeanor.

This person achieved great success in the Wang family's "Life and Death Chapters," but unfortunately, he ultimately met with misfortune, and all his cultivation was destroyed.

It's truly ironic that such a person ended up in the Tomb of the Living Dead.

"If he can rebuild from the ashes, the future of the Wang family will likely fall on his shoulders."

"To destroy and then rebuild is easier said than done."

"Gods were originally made from mortals, but I fear that mortals are not determined enough."

Zhang Fan sighed softly, suddenly realizing the hardships of life and the mysteries of fate.

"Don't even think about the Wang family. You already revealed your secret last time, and the Wang family's celestial master already knows your identity." Meng Qiwu rejected Zhang Fan's idea.

“I heard that the Wang family has two Celestial Masters, who are divided into two lineages,” Zhang Fan suddenly added, changing the subject.

"You know quite a lot." Meng Qiwu nodded.

"The Wang family has two Celestial Masters. The one you met last time, Wang Qiankun, belongs to the Qian lineage. Wang Qingyi, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Qinglian all come from this lineage."

"Another Taoist master in the Wang family is named..."

“King Wang!” Meng Qiwu paused slightly, then spoke softly in a low voice.

"King Wang!?"

"The foundation of the Tianzi faction began to shift to Shangjing many years ago, and most of its power has been placed there," Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

"Wang Tianwang is not only the Celestial Master of the Wang Family, but also the Vice President of the Dao Alliance Divine Power Association and the number one expert in Qinxi Province."

"The number one expert?" Zhang Fan was taken aback. "Even better than your Zhongnan Mountain Sect Leader, Zhou Kongchan!?"

"Hmm!" Meng Qiwu hummed softly, without denying it.

The number one expert in Qinxi Province—that's quite a figure to be discussed.

"I heard that President Jiang highly values ​​this Celestial Master from the Wang family; otherwise, he wouldn't have let him take up a position in Beijing as the vice president of the Supernatural Powers Association."

“The disciples of the Heavenly lineage often travel between the capital and Chang’an, so I’m not familiar with them,” Meng Qiwu said, shaking his head.

"In the entire Qinxi Province, among his peers, An Wuyang is probably the only one who can speak with them."

"..."

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the image of that Zhongnan Mountain successor appeared in his mind.

On that day, on Maoshan Mountain, he stole the incense and spiritual power from An Wuyang's two great seals, which led to the birth of the [Black Gold Ancient Seal], but caused the other party's [Hidden Sword Seal] to miss the opportunity to advance.

"I have no connection with him whatsoever." Zhang Fan curled his lip. Not only did they have no connection, but they even had some grudges against each other.

“Even if we had it, it wouldn’t be of any use,” Meng Qiwu said, shaking his head.

“A person like An Wuyang would never condescend to beg anyone.”

"Moreover, the Heavenly Lineage wouldn't open the door to the Ancestral Master's Secret Realm just because of an outsider. Besides, they don't have that kind of power," Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

Unless one cultivates the "Jia Sheng Gui Si" technique, or is a destined person like Wang Qingyi, no one can easily set foot in that Tomb of the Living Dead.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan looked thoughtful and remained silent for a while before saying, "It's getting late. You should go back and rest first. Let me think about it."

"Alright." Meng Qiwu sighed.

After working hard for half a day, it felt like I was back to square one.

This sense of frustration was extremely unpleasant for both Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu, two top experts.

After seeing Meng Qiwu off, Zhang Fan sat alone at the table, the dim light of the desk lamp illuminating the manuscript page.

"Zhang Wang... Li Yishan... The Tomb of the Living Dead..."

"What is this? A wasted trip?" Zhang Fan rubbed his temples, feeling a bit sore and swollen.

drop by drop...

Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.

Zhang Fan picked it up casually and saw a friend request verification message pop up.

With just one glance, Zhang Fan sat up abruptly.

The greeting in the verification message consisted of only four words:

I am a Rat!

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes widened, a hint of suspicion in them, and he quickly accepted the friend request.

The person's profile picture was a gray shadow, and there was no content on their Moments.

"You've come to Chang'an?"

Just then, a message came from the other side.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fan asked hurriedly.

"Rat (子鼠)".

The other party's response was quite straightforward, without any beating around the bush.

Zhang Fan's expression was solemn. Among the thirteen zodiac animals, apart from the human zodiac, the dragon is the most powerful and the rat is the most mysterious.

Even ten years ago, during the upheaval at the foot of Longhu Mountain, when the human zodiac sign suffered a calamity and the other zodiac signs were either killed or injured, the Rat remained shrouded in mystery, never revealing itself. It was very enigmatic; Fang Changle had once infiltrated the Wuwei Sect, attempting to approach the Rat, but all his efforts were in vain.

Meng Qiwu was a hidden pawn planted by Zishu in Zhongnan Mountain, yet she never saw Zishu's true face.

He has many shadows, and through those shadows, He intersects with this world.

But He never exposes himself to the sunlight.

Now, they've actually come knocking on our door!?

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt a deep sense of suspicion and vigilance.

"I know you have doubts, but don't doubt them yet."

Just then, as if they had read Zhang Fan's mind, the other party sent another message.

"..."

"The ability of a person born under a certain zodiac sign can communicate with other zodiac signs..."

"At that time, I was the only person in Chang'an besides the dog, and I received his message."

The other party sent two more messages, seemingly explaining the background to Zhang Fan.

"I could have chosen not to respond."

"This person's appearance, after all, has not yet won my approval."

The other party didn't wait for Zhang Fan's response and continued talking to himself.

"Then why are you responding now? And why are you contacting me?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I have my reasons."

"Have you read the manuscript?"

When the message popped up, Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened.

"You know this as well?"

"If we can't find out this, then there's no need for us to cooperate."

"..."

Zhang Fan remained silent, but from the other party's words, he could roughly guess that he had also found Yin Xu, seen the manuscript, and translated its contents, thus roughly knowing Li Yishan's whereabouts.

"Don't try to ask the Wang family for help; it's useless. If you want to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, you need other methods."

The other party seemed to have guessed Zhang Fan's thoughts and completely rejected his original plan.

"What method?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Jia gives birth to Gui, Gui dies!"

"Ok?"

Faced with this answer, Zhang Fan was stunned: "You can?"

"I won't."

"..."

"Then what are you talking about?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"But we can."

"Huh?" Zhang Fan was stunned again, his fingers tapping rapidly: "What do you mean? Explain it clearly."

"It's hard to explain here."

"..."

"Can we meet?" Zhang Fan asked.

silence……

There was a long silence...

After waiting for about five minutes, the dialog box finally displayed "The other party is typing..."

Zhang Fan stared intently at the screen, and finally, a message popped up with just two simple words.

"can!"

"When?" Zhang Fan was a little excited. The legendary most mysterious Rat was actually about to appear.

"Now."

Zhang Fan was stunned. He hadn't expected the other party to be so straightforward and unpretentious.

"Okay, the location."

"Wang's Lamb Soup Restaurant, Xishan Road, Guaizi Hutong."

"I'm nearby, come over now."

Looking at the address sent by the other party, Zhang Fan hesitated.

The process went too smoothly, which aroused his suspicion and vigilance.

But the thought of Li Yishan instantly dispelled his hesitation. He picked up his phone, tucked the black metal piece into his pocket, and walked straight out of the room.

After leaving the hotel, Zhang Fan hailed a taxi and headed straight for his destination.

A moment later, the car stopped on Xishan Road, near Guaizi Hutong.

Zhang Fan checked the time; it was already 11 p.m., and the deserted streets were long gone.

The lights at Wangji Lamb Soup Restaurant were still on. A large pot of milky white lamb soup was bubbling and boiling, its aroma filling half the alley. Several tables were set up outside, but only a couple sat there, with steaming hot lamb soup and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in front of them.

Zhang Fan glanced at them and saw that they were just two ordinary people, seemingly a college couple. They definitely wouldn't be in their dorms at this hour.

When Zhang Fan arrived, he noticed several hotels nearby.

Zhang Fan sat down in the corner, and as soon as he did, the portly boss came over to greet him.

"Young man, what would you like to order?"

"A bowl of mutton soup and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)," Zhang Fan said casually, carefully observing the owner.

The boss looked to be in his fifties and appeared to be an ordinary person.

But right now, Zhang Fan's nerves are constantly on edge, and he sees everyone as a rat.

"Do you want the steamed buns fattier or leaner?"

"Half fat, half lean," Zhang Fan said casually.

He naturally didn't have much time or energy to think about food.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The chubby boss greeted them and then turned to get busy.

Zhang Fan watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but shake his head.

This should obviously not be a rat.

With this in mind, Zhang Fan took out his phone, tapped on the gray-haired profile picture, and sent a message: "I've arrived, where are you?"

Silence is still silence.

In the darkness, the laughter of the couple next to him only made Zhang Fan feel irritated.

"Where are they? Did they stand you up?"

Zhang Fan looked down again and sent a message.

"I have arrived."

Just then, the other party's reply popped up.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Immediately afterwards, a series of footsteps came from behind, slow and gentle, yet they sounded particularly jarring in the quiet of the night.

Zhang Fan subconsciously turned around and looked. In the darkness, a slender figure slowly walked over. The light from the phone screen illuminated the person's face, revealing distinct features and an extraordinary appearance.

However, when Zhang Fan saw that face clearly, he stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with deep suspicion.

"How...how is it you?"

"Brother Dao, it's been a long time." The newcomer spoke softly, his voice like a long, flowing river, lingering and memorable.

As they were talking, the man approached and sat down opposite Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan stared at him blankly, his expression becoming incredibly interesting.

"Are you alright!?"

Is the descendant of Zhongnan Mountain safe and sound?
"Let me reintroduce myself..."

"May the Rat be safe and sound!"

(End of this chapter)