Pure Yang!

Chapter 494 Hidden Immortal Abode, Tomb of the Living Dead! Daoist Supernatural Powers, Mind Monkey Escape Armor
The Three Corpses Illuminate Fate, the Great Technique of Dividing the Spirit.

This is the entry-level skill of this supreme alchemy technique. This single hurdle has stopped countless geniuses throughout history.

The primordial spirit is subtle and delicate; how can it be increased or decreased at will, let alone divided and combined?
In this world, it seems that only Zhang Fan has reached this point, his primordial spirit splitting into three, avoiding the great calamity of life and death, and finally merging into one, shedding the great calamity of the three corpses.

“Zhang Fan, I told you, the secret I hold will absolutely surprise you.” An Wuyang remained calm as he stared at the strange inscription on the stele, murmuring softly.

He did not refute Zhang Fan's question.

"The Dividing Spirit Technique... To be able to master this technique is one in ten thousand. When I traveled to Tai Sui Village in my spirit, I saw a figure in the Tai Sui Temple whose primordial spirit was split into three, and who had also mastered this technique."

At this point, Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened, staring intently at An Wuyang, as he voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"That person was you!?"

An Wuyang paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Fan and shook his head.

"no!"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan was taken aback upon hearing this.

“I know who you’re talking about…” An Wuyang said solemnly, “That is the successor secretly trained by the Wuwei Sect, who will one day succeed as the sect leader.”

"The Grand Duke Jupiter is evil in the year, and the Lord of the Crimson Palace, the Bright God and Longevity, both support this person."

“Even the most mysterious master of the Yuan Palace in the Wuwei Sect thinks highly of this person,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"The Lord of the Yuan Palace!?" Zhang Fan remained silent.

The three palace masters are practically the highest combat force of the Wuwei Sect, with the Yuan Palace Master being the most outstanding among them.

However, this person was mysterious and unpredictable, and even his name was never known to the public.

Li Yishan doesn't know much about this person.

"The future sect leader being groomed by the Wuwei Sect." Zhang Fan said thoughtfully, "Have you met him?"

"No."

An Wuyang shook his head and said, "It is said that this person was introduced into the sect by Mr. Nian, the deputy sect leader of Wuwei Sect. He called him a person with unparalleled talent in the world, even surpassing the Three Corpse Daoist in his time."

Upon hearing this, not only Zhang Fan, but also Meng Qiwu standing next to him, changed his expression.

What kind of existence is the Three Corpse Daoist? He is the number one expert in the world for the past hundred years. Apart from Chu Chaoran, who has attained the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, who can surpass him?

What kind of natural talent does such a person possess?

The future sect leader cultivated by the Wuwei Sect actually possesses talent surpassing this person!?
"Are you kidding me?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but ask.

An Wuyang remained unmoved and said calmly, "Whether it's a joke or not, we'll find out in the future."

"One day, this person will appear before us, appearing in this bustling world."

At this point, An Wuyang looked at Zhang Fan and said in a deep voice, "You should know very well that the identity of such a person is kept extremely confidential."

"On the day he is born, he will surely be a man of great supernatural powers, and few in the world will be his match."

As he spoke, An Wuyang's gaze toward Zhang Fan grew brighter, as if he wanted to see something out of the other man's face.

"Interesting. I never expected there to be such a person in the Wuwei Sect." Zhang Fan murmured with a sigh, a peculiar light shining in his eyes.

“If this person were to be born, he would target you first,” An Wuyang said, abruptly changing the subject.

"Why?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Do you even need to ask?"

"Blame it on your close relationship with the zodiac, and the fact that you've cultivated those three..."

An Wuyang stopped speaking abruptly, her gaze fixed on Zhang Fan's figure, which was unshadowed on the stone tablet.

In this context, Zhang Fan now resembles the Three Corpse Taoist from back then to the extreme.

Both have close ties with the human zodiac, both have cultivated the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, and both are not tolerated by the higher-ups of the Wuwei Sect...

The difference lies in the fact that the Three Corpse Daoist of that time, through his own efforts, mastered alchemy, became invincible, and ultimately ascended to the position of sect leader of the Wuwei Sect.

In contrast, Zhang Fan still has a long way to go.

"That's a long time from now. I'm more curious about you right now."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at An Wuyang.

The Dividing Spirit Technique, which splits the primordial spirit into three, has allowed him to cultivate to such a level that he shines even in Zhongnan Mountain, one of the ten famous Taoist mountains, and is designated as a successor of the sect.

It's truly unimaginable how terrifying it must have been before my mind went blank!

"Um!?"

"its not right."

Zhang Fan's heart stirred, and he suddenly remembered that when An Wuyang was five or six years old, he had already been taken out of the Sanqi Orphanage by Chu Chaoran.

Had he already finished distracting himself by then?
Or perhaps, it was the research findings of the "Coffin Carrying Ceremony" at the orphanage that caused his distraction!?
If that's the case, then where are the other two primordial spirits?

Why didn't Chu Chaoran bring him along?

"Zhang Fan, I know what you're thinking."

An Wuyang's voice interrupted Zhang Fan's train of thought.

“My situation is not what you think… I told you, the secret I’m hiding will absolutely surprise you.”

"I'm already quite surprised," Zhang Fan said, pursing his lips.

"This is hardly a secret."

An Wuyang's words made Zhang Fan even more curious.

Cultivating the Divine Splitting Technique isn't considered a secret? Then what would be?
"The Rat is indeed mysterious," Zhang Fan thought to himself.

"Let's go."

An Wuyang took a deep look at the strange stone tablet and walked over.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind, guiding the way by the rising smoke and clouds from the [Life Root].

Meng Qiwu watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his heart pounding with fear.

Even if she were stupid, she could tell that An Wuyang's identity was definitely extraordinary and not just a simple successor of Zhongnan Mountain.

Thinking of this, she seemed to understand why Zhang Fan had gotten involved with An Wuyang.

There are no normal people around this man.

"Qiwu."

Zhang Fan's voice came from ahead.

"coming."

Meng Qiwu responded.

She glanced at the strange stone tablet instinctively and then followed after it.

In an instant, three wisps of black energy appeared on her forehead and then vanished.

……

A moment later, the fog rolled in again, the valley floor sunken again, and strange rocks surrounded them, their surfaces covered with intricate patterns that resembled the scales of some strange beast.

“The dragon vein energy here is getting stronger and stronger,” An Wuyang couldn’t help but say.

Without the guidance of their life force, they probably wouldn't have been able to find such a place.

hum...

Suddenly, a strange sound came from ahead, like the breathing of some kind of animal, heavy and mysterious.

Zhang Fan and An Wuyang exchanged a glance and slowed their pace.

Even with their profound cultivation, the two couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure at this moment.

hum...

Just then, within the pervasive mist, there were tiny, fluorescent lights, much like the brilliance of stars.

The next moment, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped in his tracks and saw a deep pool appear a hundred meters ahead, surrounded by thick, strange rocks, from which silvery-gray mist was billowing out.

"Dragon's Breath!?" An Wuyang suddenly exclaimed.

"This should be the location of the [Dragon's Mouth], which is the entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead."

As he spoke, An Wuyang strode over.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind and walked to the edge of the pool. He saw that the bottom of the pool was covered with glowing jade dust, and the clear pool water was sometimes still and sometimes boiling. When the moonlight shone on it, the spring water turned into a gelatinous chalcedony that slowly rose and changed.

"How strange!" Zhang Fan exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the unusual scene before him.

The strange rocks around them glowed with a faint, eerie light, like stars in the sky. "This should be the Hidden Immortal Abode," An Wuyang suddenly said.

"Hidden Immortal Abode? Is the legend true?" Meng Qiwu asked in surprise upon hearing this.

A hole is called a nest, and a tree is called a hive.

The legend of Yinxianke has a long history and is quite popular in the Zhongnan Mountain area. It is even recorded in sects.

Legend has it that at the end of the Tang Dynasty, an old man on the outskirts of Chang'an, unable to escape the war, entered the Zhongnan Mountains. He accidentally entered the nest of immortals, ate jade marrow and became immortal. When he came out, it was already the tenth year since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

The legend of Yinxianke spread like wildfire.

"Eating jade marrow grants immortality?" Zhang Fan murmured, watching the gelatinous jade marrow rising from the bottom of the pool.

"It can't be this kind of thing, can it?"

From ancient times to the present, there have been legends of immortality through eating jade. Of course, that kind of jade is definitely not ordinary jade.

“You’d better not even entertain such a thought,” An Wuyang suddenly said.

"Why?" Meng Qiwu was the first to speak.

"Do you know the origin of Hidden Immortal Nest?" An Wuyang asked in return.

"What's the origin?"

“A meteorite from outer space,” An Wuyang murmured softly.

According to the "Chang'an Gazetteer", during the pre-Qin period, a red streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhongnan Mountain, and a star came from outer space and fell into the Zhongnan Mountain range.

That night, a dragon roared through the heavens, and the mountain itself split open three hundred feet, swallowing the meteorite from outer space into the depths of the earth's veins.

"This celestial essence from beyond the heavens, combined with the earth's energy from the dragon vein, gave birth to this Hidden Immortal Nest." An Wuyang's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"So... these are meteorites?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask, looking at the strange, fluorescent rocks around him.

"I hope there's no radiation."

"..."

"The old man in the Tang Dynasty ate jade marrow and became immortal. That's just a legend. Even if it were true, who among you would dare to eat such a thing so casually?" An Wuyang said calmly.

Legend has it that the old man emerged from the mountains and recounted his experiences, but the people did not believe him. They returned again and again, but could no longer find the Hidden Immortal's Abode. A hundred days later, the old man turned into a skeleton.

Perhaps, even if consuming this jade marrow grants immortality, it will only confine one to this place, preventing one from ever seeing the outside world again.

"Perhaps after the jade marrow was ingested, it interacted with the magnetic field of this meteorite, thus affecting the life system and allowing it to remain vigorous for so long," Zhang Fan speculated.

"That's really scientific," Meng Qiwu said, glancing sideways at the scene.

"It's truly a masterpiece of nature."

The celestial stars and the dragon veins are in harmony; this is a true creation of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhang Fan believed the legend of the eight kings carrying the coffin even more, as if only such a precious place could house that mysterious coffin.

"Although this chalcedony cannot be eaten directly, it is still a rare treasure, after all, it is the essence of stars and the essence of dragon veins." An Wuyang changed the subject and took out a gourd directly from his backpack.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned. He subconsciously touched his surroundings and found that he had not brought any containers.

"You're really cunning," Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

He naturally knew that the chalcedony here should have miraculous effects on life, that is, on the primordial spirit and the physical body.

As for its wondrous nature, that requires exploration and research, provided that a portion can be brought back.

"Old An, you're carrying more than one gourd, aren't you?" Zhang Fan looked at An Wuyang's backpack and leaned closer.

“One million,” An Wuyang said casually.

"What, one million?" Zhang Fan was taken aback and asked subconsciously.

“One gourd is worth one million,” An Wuyang replied.

"What kind of broken gourd is this? It costs a million to sell one!" Zhang Fan exclaimed.

“It’s not for sale, it’s for rent,” An Wuyang said calmly. “Besides, these aren’t broken gourds. I got them from Pinduoduo. They were only two for ten yuan.”

"..."

"Brother, you're just robbing me outright," Zhang Fan said, pursing his lips.

"You don't have to rent it."

"I'll rent one."

Just then, Meng Qiwu came up to him.

"Take it."

As he spoke, Meng Qiwu took a gourd directly from An Wuyang's bag.

"You people from Zhongnan Mountain...you're not putting on a show to generate revenue for your sect, are you?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, revealing a look of suspicion.

Unharmed, Meng Qiwu remained silent, picked up the gourd, and walked towards the pool to prepare to fill it.

"I'll rent it."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and, without waiting for An Wuyang's response, took a gourd from his bag.

"Tsk tsk, I never thought that such a wondrous place could be found by anyone other than Jia Sheng Gui Si."

Suddenly, a faint, indifferent voice echoed, tinged with mockery.

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. He looked up and saw a figure suddenly appear under the bright moonlight, standing on the jagged rocks in the distance. His eyes were like knives as he swept over everyone.

"Song Shiyun!?"

An Wuyang saw the person who came and exclaimed in surprise, realizing that he recognized him.

Baihe Temple, built during the Song Dynasty.

That was a master of the Zhai Shou realm, and a disciple of Jiang Wansui, the president of the Dao Alliance.

An Wuyang had no idea that this person would actually leave the capital and appear here.

“Are you safe and sound…” Song Shiyun’s gaze shifted and he looked over.

As a top disciple of Baihe Temple, he had naturally met this successor from Zhongnan Mountain.

To say nothing of the distant past, they met at the banquet of last year's Dao Alliance Annual Meeting.

"Junior Brother An truly possesses extraordinary abilities. He has never cultivated the Jia-Sheng-Gui-Si technique, yet he managed to find this place," Song Shiyun said calmly.

"Isn't Senior Brother Song the same?" An Wuyang's gaze was low, and a hint of apprehension flashed deep in his eyes.

He knew that this Song Shiyun was not only a master of the Zhai Shou realm, but also a member of the Divine Power Association, with unfathomable skills and a great reputation in the capital.

“Me? I’m different.” Song Shiyun’s lips curled up slightly as he chuckled.

"Fine, I came up here to see who had barged in so recklessly. Since it's Junior Brother An, leave now and let bygones be bygones."

Song Shiyun acted extremely magnanimously, as if this were his own backyard, and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the guests.

“Senior Brother Song…I’m afraid I can’t comply,” An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"Young man, you don't know your place." Upon hearing this, Song Shiyun was not angry. Instead, his lips parted and his smile became even more unrestrained.

He looked at An Wuyang, and there was only An Wuyang in his eyes.

After all, given his status, only this descendant of Zhongnan Mountain could catch his eye.

But that's all. After all, this successor of Zhongnan Mountain is still too young.

Young people always have to pay a price for their momentary impulses.

“Since that’s the case, then I’ll teach you a lesson on behalf of Zhongnan Mountain,” Song Shiyun sighed.

Rumble…

Suddenly, everything went black before their eyes, and they were plunged into an endless landscape, a vast expanse of sky and earth, with towering mountains standing like a barrier, isolating them from all directions.

Strange chains appeared out of nowhere and bound everyone's souls.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, feeling the strange chains piercing his primordial spirit, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

"Taoist supernatural powers!"

"Mind Monkey Escape Technique!!!" Song Shiyun's voice resounded in everyone's ears like a divine decree.

(End of this chapter)