Pure Yang!

Chapter 484 Life and Death Ties! The Owner of Nan Shi Ji
May the Year of the Rat be safe and sound!

Is the descendant of Zhongnan Mountain safe and sound?

At this moment, these two completely opposite identities are simultaneously present in one person.

One, representing the successor of one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world.

One represents the most mysterious existence among the thirteen zodiac signs of the Wuwei Sect.

Zhang Fan had considered countless possibilities, but he never expected that the person standing in front of him would be this person, this face.

“An Wuyang? How could it be you? How could you be Zi Shu?” Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, revealing a strange expression.

Ten years ago, the thirteen zodiac animals rebelled and surrounded and killed his family at the foot of Longhu Mountain, including the Rat.

Some say that it was just his shadow, and that he didn't actually participate or get involved in the controversy.

Some say that it was a real rat, who was seriously injured by this calamity and has not yet recovered.

Fang Changle also said that he had never seen the true appearance of Zishu, but he could smell the aura of a serious illness.

Regardless, how old was An Wuyang ten years ago?
How could he possibly be a rat?!

hum...

An Wuyang remained silent, sitting there, when suddenly his brow twitched slightly.

A night breeze blew, and behind him, a ripple rose and fell. With his divine sense, he could see an ancient and mysterious palace appear, with the swirling incense smoke transforming into a gray rat hiding inside.

"The Rat Palace!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that An Wuyang was proving his identity.

On that day, when his primordial spirit left his body and entered Tai Sui Village, he saw Qin Er Gou enter the [Xu Dog Palace], and there was also this strange phenomenon.

Each of the thirteen zodiac animals can enter its own natal temple and light incense.

This is the most compelling proof.

"Are you really a Rat?" Zhang Fan murmured, still finding it hard to accept.

He had heard Meng Qiwu say that An Wuyang's background was quite unusual.

Many years ago, Chu Chaoran traveled the world and adopted many orphans, including Xia Weisheng, who was brought back to Zhenwu Mountain by him.

In addition, An Wuyang was also like that, except that Chu Chaoran sent him to Zhongnan Mountain at that time.

Because of this connection, An Wuyang was among the rumored candidates when Master Chaoran accepted disciples that day.

How could someone with such a background be associated with the Rat?!
"Did you come here today to find out who I am, or to find Ren Xiao?" An Wuyang glanced at him sideways.

"I'm just curious, after all, you're the most mysterious of the thirteen zodiac animals."

Zhang Fan chuckled, his expression returning to normal, and sat down on his own.

"In that case, of the thirteen zodiac animals, the only ones I haven't seen are the Ox and the Sheep."

“Wei Yang…you should have already met him,” An Wuyang suddenly said.

"Who?" Zhang Fan was taken aback, a look of confusion on his face.

“He’s the newly appointed president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance,” An Wuyang said casually.

"Wu Qingnang!?" Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed to a line, revealing a strange expression, as the image of that sickly man flashed through his mind.

Who would have thought that the new president of the Jiangnan Provincial Daoist Alliance would be the Sheep, one of the thirteen zodiac animals!?

"This...the infiltration is too powerful," Zhang Fan exclaimed.

"The Daoist sect has also infiltrated the Wuwei sect quite extensively; among the thirteen Zodiac signs alone, there are their people," An Wuyang said calmly.

"In truth, we're all in the same boat, intertwined and inseparable. In the end, who can tell who's who?"

An Wuyang's expression remained calm and indifferent. He didn't even bother to distinguish or discern such black and white.

"You just blurted out his identity like that?" Zhang Fan looked at An Wuyang meaningfully.

"So what? You yourself are not clean, yet you go around proclaiming it to the world?" An Wuyang said indifferently.

"The mutton soup is here."

Just then, the owner brought over a bowl of mutton soup and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Just as Zhang Fan was about to take it, An Wuyang presented it to him.

"Boss, give him another serving," An Wuyang said calmly.

"..."

"Good Le!"

The shop owner gave a greeting, then turned and walked into the shop.

"Who's unclean?" Zhang Fan continued the conversation.

"You're so close to Ren Xiao, how can you be clean?" An Wuyang said without looking up as he took a sip of mutton soup.

"Moreover, you are the only remaining member of the Southern Zhang clan, making your identity even more sensitive than that of the Wuwei Sect."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's gaze suddenly darkened.

"you know!"

“Of course I know. Your identity among the thirteen zodiac signs is no secret. Moreover, on Maoshan that day, when our primordial spirits clashed, I saw that it was a divine and demonic embryo!” An Wuyang said softly.

“My master is Ye Beichen. He fought against your father countless times and has a deep understanding of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo.”

"I forgot about that."

Zhang Fan pursed his lips and gave An Wuyang a deep look.

That Master Ye from Zhongnan Mountain was Zhang Lingzong's old rival in love.

"Let's get down to business."

An Wuyang put down the half-eaten roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and said calmly, "Nine times out of ten, the human-shaped zodiac animal has entered the Tomb of the Living Dead."

“He went in once,” Zhang Fan said solemnly.

“I know, but this time is different. You’ve seen the manuscript too. That ancient tomb was originally a place to keep coffins.” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"The legend of the Eight Princes Carrying a Coffin... is a mythical tale involving nine laws, and even the establishment of the Coffin Carrying Association is based on this mythical legend."

"Do you know who is buried in that coffin?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." An Wuyang shook his head and whispered, "This is the truth that the Coffin Bearers are pursuing."

"Some people speculate that real immortals are buried there."

"A deity!?" Zhang Fan pondered without speaking.

“This has nothing to do with the current situation.” An Wuyang’s logic was clear, and he brought the topic back to the present.

"To enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, one must cultivate the Jia Life Gui Death technique."

"Of course I know, but in the whole world, there are only two people who have mastered this technique," Zhang Fan said calmly.

“Ren Xiao and Rosen,” An Wuyang whispered.

"You even know about Rosen?" Zhang Fan gradually sensed the unfathomable depth of Zi Shu.

“I had access to his information when I was at the Dao Alliance in Shangjing,” An Wuyang said calmly.

“That must be a top-secret file.” Zhang Fan glanced at An Wuyang meaningfully.

“This man’s mother was originally an experimental subject of the Coffin Carrying Cult. They used the remaining bones and blood of cultivators born from Jia and died to modify them. Later, they staged an accident to allow her to escape. This woman then married a man from the Chunyang Royal Family and gave birth to that abnormal person named Rosen,” An Wuyan said in a low voice.

Zhang Fan remained silent. From the moment of his birth, Rosen's tragic fate was sealed.

From the very first day he appeared in the world, he was a freak.

Jiang Wansui sent him to that orphanage.

Sanqi Orphanage.

“He awakened the Jia-life-Gui-death, which is different from the human zodiac, but follows a different path,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice. “You want to find him and have him help us…” Zhang Fan frowned.

There is only one person in this world who can truly master the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] technique. In a sense, Li Yishan and Luo Sen are mortal enemies.

“No, this person gave us a clue,” An Wuyang said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan pressed.

"The Coffin Carrying Society has a deep understanding of the Nine Laws. Rosen is one of their creations. Besides, Jia Sheng and Gui Si have other forms." An Wuyang suddenly changed the subject.

"You mean..."

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, as if he had guessed something.

“Those who cultivate the Eight Methods cannot achieve immortality. After their annihilation, a substance will remain in the world, known as the immortal and indestructible,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

Zhang Fan nodded.

The substance left behind by cultivators of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo is the Holy Seed.

On that day, Zhang Tiansheng used a sacred seed to open a "spiritual platform" for the Xu family's water palace, and even absorbed incense offerings and harvested the Xu family's fortune.

This is how Zhang Fan was able to refine the Water Palace and become the primordial spirit of this artificial [Natural Spirit Embryo].

“The immortal substance left behind by cultivators who are born under the influence of Jia and die under the influence of Gui is called the Life Root!” An Wuyang said solemnly.

"It is said that this thing can reverse yin and yang and bring people back to life."

"With Him, it's like having Jia born and Gui dying within you. Finding the Tomb of the Living Dead of Patriarch Chongyang will not be difficult," An Wuyang said decisively.

"Not difficult? Where can you find such a treasure?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

If it were so easy to find, he could have come up with this method too.

“Chang’an Yinxu,” An Wuyang suddenly said.

"Would there be a life-giving organ in that place?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

“Yes, but that thing has already been used and is incomplete. It should be enough to find the Tomb of the Living Dead,” An Wuyang said softly.

"Used? Who used it?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

An Wuyang remained silent, quietly watching Zhang Fan.

"What are you looking at me for?"

“The Great Spirit King,” An Wuyang suddenly said.

"My dad!?"

“I heard that back then, the Great Spirit Sect King encountered a powerful enemy in the Qinling Mountains. The people of Bei Zhang attacked, and he was seriously injured. He was dragged by his close friend into the Yin Ruins of Chang’an, into that endless cavern that was like a maze,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"His injuries were severe, and it was late at night, so he survived only because of his manhood."

"Of course, without that close friend, he probably wouldn't have been able to seize that sliver of hope."

"A close friend!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague guess.

“That man was named Li Cunsi, who later became the master of the Xuan Palace of the Wuwei Sect,” An Wuyang said solemnly.

"really!"

"That great calamity not only allowed your father to escape the dead of night, but it also enabled this future master of the Xuan Palace to cultivate the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] technique. It truly was a case of a great calamity turning around, and a great fortune inevitably arising," An Wuyang exclaimed.

Zhang Fan remained silent, but from these few words alone, he could imagine how dangerous and extraordinary Zhang Lingzong's experiences must have been in his youth.

"Are you confident?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

“Nothing can be guaranteed to be completely certain. As long as there is a 50% chance, we can go all out,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"The terrain of Yinxu is unpredictable and ever-changing, with caves within caves, many of which are dangerous. Moreover, the life root is not an ordinary thing; it is spiritual and changeable and will not stay in one place forever."

"Even so, we still have to give it a try," Zhang Fan whispered.

"That's settled then. Go back and prepare. We'll leave tomorrow," An Wuyang said in a deep voice. "Just the two of us. Don't bring anyone else."

His meaning was quite clear; he was referring to Meng Qiwu.

"Boss, I'd like to go with the mutton soup and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)."

As she spoke, An Wuyang stood up and looked at Zhang Fan: "Order another one."

"..."

An Wuyang took the mutton soup and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) that the shop owner had packed, and turned to leave.

"No... it's not about eating and taking things at the same time."

Zhang Fan watched the figure gradually disappear into the distance, but did not respond at all.

In a short while, An Wuyang disappeared into the vast night.

……

Late at night.

In the Yinxu of Chang'an, eerie flames, like ghosts, wandered among the ravines, bringing a sliver of light to this underground world.

At this moment, Nan Shi Ji (a food blogger) writes.

Mr. Liang had already closed his shop.

Through a long, narrow alley, inside the stone chamber, the true owner of Nan Shi Ji was entertaining a young man.

"Aunt, we have no choice but to ask you for help with this."

Just then, the handsome young man with a green gemstone ring on his little finger spoke. He was composed and dignified, but his eyes, when looking at the beautiful woman, revealed a hint of pleading.

“Aunt, Grandpa said that you are the only one in all of Chang’an who can find that piece of life-giving organ.” Seeing that the beautiful woman had not yet expressed her opinion, Wang Zhaolin finally brought up the pillar of the family.

"Third Uncle should have told you that only those with a special destiny can enter the Tomb of the Living Dead among all Wang family disciples," the beautiful woman finally spoke.

Wang Zhaolin felt a chill run down his spine, but dared not say anything and could only listen quietly.

He knew very well that this aunt held a very high position in the Wang family's Tianzi lineage and was deeply favored by his grandfather.

His grandfather was none other than Wang Tianwang, the number one expert in Qinxi Province and another Celestial Master of the Wang family.

According to seniority, this aunt, Wang Qiluo, should call him Third Uncle.

“Since Patriarch Chongyang, no one has broken this rule. Your search for the life root is just an attempt to take shortcuts,” Wang Qiluo said calmly.

“Little aunt, things are different now,” Wang Zhaolin said softly.

"I heard that Longhu Mountain is about to reopen, and the world is about to undergo great changes. At this time, we must prepare for the future. The Tomb of the Living Dead is the opportunity left to us, the descendants of the Wang family, by our ancestor."

"Besides, Wang Qingyi from the Qian lineage has already entered the Tomb of the Living Dead. If my aunt doesn't give us a chance, won't our generation of disciples from the Tian lineage be outdone?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiluo remained silent.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaolin quickly added, "That's why Grandpa sent me to find you."

He said, "In all of Chang'an, only you can find that piece of life-saving root."

After a moment's thought, Wang Qiluo sighed and said, "This life-giving organ has been used twice. In truth, it has an inexplicable and unbreakable connection with my Wang family."

“When your grandfather was young, he suffered a calamity and was in poor health. He was destined to die young. At that time, he had a godparent who came from afar to Chang'an and found this piece of life-saving material to prolong his life.”

“That’s how I came to be the Heavenly King today,” Wang Qiluo murmured softly.

"As for the second time..."

At this point, Wang Qiluo paused slightly, a complex expression appearing on her beautiful face.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhaolin's eyes darted around. He already knew about the past before he came. After a slight hesitation, he said, "Little aunt, back then, when the [Great Spirit Sect King] was stranded here, you saved his life."

"You can find the 'lifeblood' for outsiders, so why can't you show mercy to us juniors?!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhaolin fell to the ground and performed a deep bow.

"Fine, I'll lend you a hand, consider it as mentoring a junior." Wang Qiluo could only nod helplessly as she watched.

(End of this chapter)