Pure Yang!

Chapter 491 Jiang Wansui's Goal! The Coffin Carrying Ceremony and the Orphanage
The next day, near the outskirts of Chang'an.

Wangjiacun.

This unassuming village is about 60 miles from Chang'an city. It is nestled against the mountains and by the water, with beautiful lake scenery.

The village has only about a hundred households, with gray tiles and mud walls, the sounds of chickens and dogs, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys. The pond in front of the village is filled with duckweed, and it looks nothing out of the ordinary.

However, this village is the ancestral home of the Chunyang King family.

"At dawn, white mist floats on the eaves; at midnight, the earth's energy shines; and underground dragon energy surges like a spring tide. It is truly a treasure land of Taoism and a wonderful realm for cultivation."

At that moment, a man dressed in a black robe and wearing thick reading glasses walked through the village, holding a compass in his hand, and couldn't help but praise him.

"Mr. Song, you flatter me."

A middle-aged man spoke up from the side.

Wang Qian'an, the younger brother of Wang Qiankun, the Celestial Master of the Wang family, looked at Mr. Song, who had come from Baihe Temple, with a slightly narrowed gaze, as if there was something profound in his eyes.

He gestured for Mr. Song to stay on the Wang family's ancestral land, seemingly unwilling to let Mr. Song's attention linger there.

Last night, Song Shiyun had just arrived at Wangjia Village and had already been wandering around the village entrance for half a day.

Now that it was broad daylight, he picked up the compass again and began to observe it at his leisure.

If they weren't disciples of Baihe Temple, such people would never be able to leave Wangjia Village.

"No wonder it's a place favored by Master Chongyang." Song Shiyun seemed not to hear, still immersed in the feng shui mysteries of Wangjia Village.

To the north of the village, Turtle Mountain bows its head; on the south bank, three peaks compete in beauty; to the east, the dragon's spine meanders; and to the west, the tiger crouches and sleeps peacefully. This is a complete landscape of the four elements. In addition, a stream of water quietly enters from the southeast, swirling around the village to form a pool, just like a jade belt around the waist, locking in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This auspicious land, blessed by heaven and earth, will produce countless descendants. In every generation, outstanding figures will emerge, the family will be prominent, and the incense will burn brightly.

That's why such a formidable figure as Wang Tianwang emerged from the Wang family in this generation.

"Mr. Song, this way please. My elder brother is already waiting."

Just then, Wang Qian'an urged again, his tone becoming more serious.

Even though Song Shiyun came on behalf of Baihe Temple, it was still disrespectful to make a Celestial Master wait.

"I apologize for my abruptness." Song Shiyun grinned, put away the compass, pushed up his glasses, and followed Wang Qian'an into the Wang family ancestral home.

The courtyard was spacious, comparable to a football field. Not far away, the young men of the Wang family had already taken advantage of the early morning light to sit cross-legged on a platform in the corner, practicing their meditation skills.

The Wang family's kung fu is all based on childhood training, starting from a very young age. They do not practice magic or spells, but only cultivate stillness.

"He truly possesses the aura of a great master of pure Yang."

Song Shiyun couldn't help but sigh. He saw it all but said nothing, watching Wang Qian'an enter the mansion.

"Who is that person? He's not from our village, how come he's allowed into the ancestral home?"

Just then, a young man walked out of the canteen next to the compound; it was none other than Wang Zhaolin.

"Brother Zhaolin, when did you get back?"

Beside him, another young man walked over. He was dressed in loose, casual clothes and sneakers. His face was rosy, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and although he was panting, his breath was soft and long.

"Looking in the mirror, are you going to practice your skills?" Wang Zhaolin glanced up and asked casually.

“Yes, let’s go into the mountains to breathe in some qi,” Wang Zhaojing said respectfully.

Among the disciples of the Wang family in this generation, only Wang Zhaolin, Wang Zhaochen, and Wang Qingyi have comprehended the Great Master realm. Such an achievement is no less than that of the successors of famous Taoist mountains.

Among them, Wang Qingyi belongs to the Qian character lineage, and not long ago she suffered a calamity that destroyed her cultivation.

In other words, Wang Zhaolin and Wang Zhaochen are now considered the two most outstanding talents in the Wang family, and the future of the Wang family line will likely depend on them.

This is why Wang Zhaolin enjoys immense prestige among the younger generation.

"Who was that person just now? How did they get into the ancestral home?" Wang Zhaolin couldn't help but ask again.

"I heard they're from the White Crane Temple in the capital, here to discuss matters with the clan," Wang Zhaojing murmured.

"White Crane Temple!?" Wang Zhaolin's heart skipped a beat.

“That person from the Qian family, who doesn’t share the same surname, also came yesterday,” Wang Zhaojing whispered.

"Rosen!?" Wang Zhaolin was moved.

He knew that besides Wang Qingyi, there was another master hidden in the Qian lineage, who possessed extraordinary and unpredictable skills and had a deep connection with the Baihe Temple in the capital, except that the person's surname was not Wang.

It is said that it was Baihe Temple that brought back the Wang family's long-lost bloodline.

Wang Zhaolin only saw this person once when he returned to the Wang family. After that, the person never entered Wang Family Village again.

"What is he here for?" Wang Zhaolin pressed.

"I don't know, Master Kun has already rushed back from outside." Wang Zhaojing knew very little.

He was, after all, a highly skilled martial artist, and would be considered a master outside the family, but in the Wang family, he still had a long way to go.

"Master Kun is back?" Wang Zhaolin asked thoughtfully.

For Wang Qiankun, a dignified Celestial Master, to personally return to receive the visitor demonstrates that the visitor's actions were extraordinary.

"Brother Zhaolin, I've recently been practicing the [Chapter of Life and Death], and there are a few things I don't quite understand. I'd like to ask you about them."

Just then, Wang Zhaojing's voice rang out again, pulling Wang Zhaolin back to reality.

"Go away, go away, practice on your own. What can I possibly teach you?" Wang Zhaolin waved his hand.

"Huh!?" Wang Zhaojing was taken aback.

In his memory, Wang Zhaolin was the pinnacle of the younger generation of the Wang family. He was always confident and high-spirited, and he never hesitated to teach his peers when they asked for his advice.

In his words, the patriarch opened up the Dharma gate, and those who came after him surpassed him, which should bring joy.

Perhaps, in Wang Zhaolin's heart, even with his selfless guidance, no one among his generation in the Wang family could surpass him.

His talent was simply too great, like a towering peak blocking everyone's path.

But today...

"Brother, if you can't guide me, who can?" Wang Zhaojing said humbly, "You are the top expert of our Wang family this generation."

"Top-notch!?" Wang Zhaolin was stunned for a moment.

These two words might have been a compliment in the past, but today they sound particularly jarring.

"What makes me a top-tier player?" Wang Zhaolin sighed, but Zhang Fan's image involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Deep within the Yin Ruins, the execution of two demons was a testament to their unparalleled cultivation and extraordinary Daoist techniques, truly placing them among the elite of their generation and at the pinnacle of the world.

"If you don't count, who will? Brother, what's wrong with you today?" Wang Zhaojing looked at Wang Zhaolin with a strange expression.

At such a young age, to have already reached the third level of the Great Master realm is not only rare in the world, but even in ancient times, such a promising talent for cultivation would be exceptional.

Such an achievement is something that many older generations who have cultivated the Dao for many years may not be able to attain.

It's no exaggeration to say that someone like Wang Zhaolin is a role model for the younger generation, a goal that everyone strives to achieve.

"A humble and modest person becomes even more humble with great achievements, keeping a low profile."

Suddenly, a realization dawned on Wang Zhaojing.

"Brother Zhaolin has improved again. Such a person is constantly improving."

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaojing looked at Wang Zhaolin with even more piety and awe.

Wang Zhaolin looked at his foolish cousin without saying a word.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, one is unaware of the vastness beyond. But when one finally sees the sky, the despair is overwhelming...

"Ugh!"

Wang Zhaolin patted Wang Zhaojing on the shoulder and sighed deeply.

"Um!?"

Just then, he raised his eyes slightly and saw that Song Shiyun had already been escorted out. From the time he went in to the time he came out, it had only taken ten minutes.

What kind of important matter could be discussed in just ten minutes?
Thinking of this, Wang Zhaolin looked at the ancestral home with a look of curiosity.

……

At this moment, in the council hall of the residence.

Wang Qiankun sat in the seat of honor without saying a word, while Wang Qianan pushed open the door and walked in.

“Brother, I have already sent someone to escort the man surnamed Song out of the village.”

“He is a disciple of the Jiang family, don’t neglect him,” Wang Qiankun suddenly said.

“I understand.” Wang Qian’an nodded.

Jiang Wansui held such a high position and had many disciples, both officially recognized and unofficially known, but very few of them truly received his teachings and guidance.

Song Shiyun was one of them.

He was only in his forties, yet he was already a master of the Zhai Shou realm, with his inner alchemy at the sixth level. He was truly a prodigy with a limitless future.

"Brother, what does President Jiang mean?" Wang Qian'an asked.

"Didn't his disciple make it very clear? If he wants to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, he naturally needs to inform our Wang family," Wang Qiankun said calmly.

"The old man will probably have to come back then," Wang Qiankun said solemnly.

The old man he was referring to was none other than Wang Tianwang, the number one martial arts master in Qinxi Province.

“I know that, but I heard that he not only contacted our Wang family, but also those in Zhongnan Mountain…”

Wang Qian'an looked solemn. This time, Baihe Temple had put in a lot of effort, organizing a group of top experts to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

Even Wang Qian'an felt a chill run down his spine at such a spectacle.

“A Celestial Master-level figure should emerge from Zhongnan Mountain, most likely Ye Beichen,” Wang Qiankun said in a deep voice.

"Such a grand mobilization, all for this young man? Who exactly is he?" Wang Qian'an suddenly asked.

"Jiang Wansui is determined to get this man."

Wang Qiankun sighed softly, his gaze settling on the table.

There was a photograph brought by Song Shiyun, and the photograph showed a young Taoist priest whose appearance was strikingly similar to Zhang Wang.

……

At this time, at the Holiday Inn in the western suburbs of Chang'an.

Zhang Fan had just finished breakfast and returned from the hotel restaurant when he ran into Meng Qiwu at the door of his room.

"You were nowhere to be seen all day yesterday, where did you go?" Meng Qiwu asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yesterday, she searched for Zhang Fan all day, making over two hundred phone calls, but no one answered.

Even this proud daughter of Zhongnan Mountain, who had cultivated for many years, couldn't help but feel a little angry and resentful at this moment.

In the case of a normal couple, this would have caused a huge fight long ago.

"Something came up unexpectedly," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Something came up? What could be more important than contacting your childhood friend? You're not going to call him anymore?" Meng Qiwu asked, her delicate eyebrows furrowing.

"Of course we need to find it. Pack your things, we'll go into the Tomb of the Living Dead tomorrow," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"Tomorrow?" Meng Qiwu was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a strange expression.

Is the Tomb of the Living Dead a 5A-level scenic spot? Can you just buy a ticket and enter freely?
"Are you kidding me?"

"I've found a solution. Go back and prepare," Zhang Fan said softly.

"Really?" Meng Qiwu asked, surprised and doubtful.

Zhang Fan disappeared for a day, yet he had already found a way to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead.

"Do you think I'd joke about something like this?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"Good, Li Yishan certainly didn't make a mistake in choosing his friends." Meng Qiwu nodded.

She knew Zhang Fan wouldn't speak carelessly about such a matter, so she immediately said, "I'm sorry about earlier, I..."

"I understand, worrying can cloud judgment, don't take it to heart," Zhang Fan said with a light laugh.

"Okay, then I'll go back and get ready."

Meng Qiwu nodded and turned to leave.

Zhang Fan watched her departing figure, took out his room key, and opened his room.

"Um!?"

As soon as he entered, Zhang Fan saw a familiar figure sitting at the table.

"How did you get in?" Zhang Fan asked, raising an eyebrow at An Wuyang.

"Is it difficult?" An Wuyang said calmly, "Don't forget, I am a rat. Is there any place in this world that a rat can't get into?"

"..."

“You’re becoming less and less like a descendant of Zhongnan Mountain,” Zhang Fan said, shaking his head.

"How is it?" An Wuyang suddenly asked, changing the subject.

"How about what?"

"You've been studying your manhood all night, haven't you? How's it going?"

An Wuyang spoke softly, but his gaze fell on the potted plant on the table. The green branches gleamed with a verdant luster, and the flame from the lighter could not damage it in the slightest.

The most terrifying thing was that the plant seemed to be absorbing the power of the flames. Streams of crimson light flowed from its roots like blood, and bright red leaves with flame patterns grew from its top.

This potted plant originally belonged to the hotel room. Last night, Zhang Fan used his life force to test it, which caused it to undergo a strange change.

The life root, which relates to the birth of Jia and the death of Gui, holds the secrets of this alchemical method.

No one who cultivates themselves can remain unmoved by temptation.

“This thing is very dangerous,” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

He kept his manhood inside his body, and this thing was constantly absorbing the essence of the inner core.

On the contrary, He was able to replenish the essence of this weak plant, causing it to undergo a transformation.

If such a thing were placed in a deep mountain or marshland, it would be considered a spiritual root, naturally unafraid of flames.

“Your grandfather was a member of the coffin-carrying troupe, so he should have done in-depth research on this kind of thing,” An Wuyang suddenly said.

“Not bad,” Zhang Fan nodded.

Zhang Tiansheng's notes left in the Water Mansion contained a lot of information, which could be considered a legacy left to his descendants in the Southern Zhang clan. Although the contents were disorganized, Zhang Fan had sorted out quite a bit of information in recent days.

“At the very beginning, one of the main tasks of the Coffin Carrying Ceremony was to search for the immortal substances left behind by the Eight Laws,” An Wuyang said solemnly.

The nine initial members of the Coffin Carrying Society were all extraordinary individuals, possessing exceptional skills and access to unparalleled resources at the time. They expended so much manpower and resources to find many immortal substances.

“They conducted a lot of experiments based on this.” Zhang Fan looked at the potted plant on the table.

Compared to the experiments conducted by the coffin-carrying ceremony, his was simply child's play.

"There's a monster containment facility at the coffin-carrying ceremony... It houses a large number of experimental subjects, all of whom are relatively stable individuals capable of reacting with the eight immortal substances," An Wuyang changed the subject.

Zhang Fan's gaze darkened slightly as he gave him a deep look.

"You even know this."

"By the way, that monster containment facility has another name." An Wuyang said noncommittally, slowly getting up, looking at Zhang Fan, and uttering a name.

"The Sanqi Orphanage!!"

(End of this chapter)