Pure Yang!

Chapter 503 The World Shakes! Back to Yujing City
Zhongnan Mountain, a secluded valley and bamboo hut.

The moonlight, like water, flowed through the tranquil bamboo forest, casting dappled shadows on Meng Qiwu's beautiful face.

Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the light from the screen illuminated the undisguised seriousness and worry in her eyes.

"Zhang Fan, the sect leader of Wuwei Sect..."

Meng Qiwu murmured softly, each word seemingly carrying immense weight, until finally her voice trembled slightly.

The title "Master of Wuwei Sect" carries immense weight, spanning countless ages.

Anyone associated with this name will inevitably suffer countless hardships and trials, and all sorts of troubles in the world will follow, along with various tribulations for practitioners.

Only those who have survived countless setbacks and hardships are truly qualified to sit on the throne of the Wuwei Sect Master.

"This is putting him on the hot seat," Meng Qiwu said through gritted teeth.

She hadn't expected that the trip to the Tomb of the Living Dead would have such a profound impact, especially on Zhang Fan.

What does this news mean? The subsequent impact will gradually become apparent.

"This is his tribulation, but also his destiny. What are you worried about?"

Just then, An Wuyang spoke. He sat in the distance, slowly pouring a cup of tea. The rising steam blurred his deep eyes.

"The principles of the world are easy to know but hard to put into practice. This very piece of news could be my death sentence." Meng Qiwu shook his head and sighed softly.

Since returning from the Tomb of the Living Dead, the two of them have been confined here and are completely unaware of the current situation in the outside world.

At this moment, thinking of Zhang Fan and Li Yishan, Meng Qiwu naturally couldn't help but feel worried.

“That position is a solitary peak in the mortal world, where the gaze of the world is both a flame forging fire and a calamity for death…” An Wuyang held his teacup, his gaze sharpening as he looked out of the bamboo hut.

"If you don't die in the calamity, you will be born in the opportunity!"

"This is his fate, or perhaps the fate of all the previous leaders of the Wuwei Sect."

As he spoke, An Wuyang put down his teacup and slowly stood up.

"It's late, you should get some rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the bamboo hut and stepped into the depths of the bamboo forest, his figure quickly blending into the moonlight and bamboo shadows.

"If you don't die in the midst of calamity, you will be born in the midst of destiny!"

Meng Qiwu looked in the direction An Wuyang had gone, murmuring softly, savoring these words.

Inside the bamboo hut, she was all alone.

After a long while, a barely audible sigh slowly fell, carrying a hint of sorrow and worry.

The cool moonlight shone on her smooth forehead.

Suddenly, a wisp of extremely faint and obscure black energy surged up, flashed and disappeared at the center of her mind, like a venomous snake lurking, buried deep in the earth, and vanished into her primordial spirit.

……

Laojun Mountain, Golden Summit, Daoist Discussion Platform.

The sea of ​​clouds is vast and boundless, like waves upon waves, swallowing and exhaling the purple aura of the sunrise in the east.

Beneath the ancient, vigorous pine tree, a figure sat cross-legged, with a radiant light flowing between his brows like the sun and moon, while behind his head, a primordial light floated, ever-changing. His long shadow swayed like flames, and seemed to be about to split in two.

"call……"

Just then, the seated figure slowly exhaled a breath, which carried an unusual fragrance of pills. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and all the strange phenomena around him disappeared.

"Our method of merging the primordial spirit and the body has finally been perfected."

Two distinct voices emanated from that body.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, these two brothers were born with a unique primordial spirit, one in ten thousand, which is why they became the successors of Lao Jun Mountain.

Only they were able to draw on the strengths of others and, based on the Taoist practices of Lao Jun Mountain, perfect their own unique art.

This method will surely be the foundation for their future livelihood.

"Brother, where do you think Zhang Fan is now? We parted ways at Zhenwu Mountain, and I have no idea where he's gone to cause trouble." Qi Dongqiang's voice rang out. He picked up the rough porcelain bowl beside him, took a sip of water, and grinned.

Now that the two brothers have achieved great success in their cultivation, they are full of pride and confidence, and naturally want to challenge Zhang Fan to a duel to see who has wasted their time and squandered their youth.

"Using principles to argue about who is superior is ultimately a inferior approach," Qi Delong cautioned. "However, exchanging ideas and demonstrating our understanding is still worthwhile."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disillusionment appeared on their faces.

Clearly, they gained a great deal from this seclusion, and they are even on the verge of reaching the first level of the cultivation realm.

"Senior brother..."

Just then, a shout came from afar.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang looked up and saw a young Taoist priest hurrying up the cloud steps. He was their junior brother who was in charge of outer sect communications.

The man looked terrified, clutching a cell phone tightly in his hand as if it were a branding iron.

"Senior brother, something terrible has happened!"

"What's the matter that's causing you such a rush?" Qi Delong couldn't help but ask.

The person who came was panting heavily and didn't say anything, but handed over the phone he was holding.

On the screen was the eye-catching headline of the [Xiaodao APP]: "Zhang Fan, the newly appointed sect leader of Wuwei Sect!"

Nine large characters, scarlet as blood, seemed to carry a sinister curse, causing the two brothers' pupils to suddenly contract.

boom……

The rough porcelain bowl in Qi Dongqiang's hand shattered with a crack, turning into dust in his hand. The terrifying force even knocked his junior brother, who was still panting heavily, to the ground.

However, Qi Dongqiang was completely oblivious, gripping his phone tightly, staring at the shocking headline, his eyes filled with deep astonishment.

"Master of Wuwei Sect? Master of Wuwei Sect? Are you kidding me? How could Zhang Fan be the Master of Wuwei Sect? Which bastard is stirring up trouble?" Qi Dongqiang shouted in a deep voice.

This title is no small matter. Once it is attached to them, the Taoist sect is vast, and they may no longer have a place to stay.

"Brother, say something! How is this possible?!" Qi Dongqiang said anxiously.

"Calm down."

Just then, Qi Delong's voice came from the same body, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which condensed into white mist on the cold mountain peak.

"While the information from the [Xiaodao APP] may be exaggerated, it is never entirely unfounded."

"Don't forget..."

Qi Delong's voice stopped abruptly, and both brothers fell silent.

Of course, they wouldn't forget that Zhang Fan was more than just Zhang Fan; he was the remnant of the Southern Zhang lineage of Longhu Mountain, and the son of the Great Spirit Sect King...

On that day, in the Ten Thousand Mountains, they witnessed this man successfully merge with the divine and refine the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate. Even Li Changgeng of the White Crane Temple was killed by him.

According to the rules of the Wuwei Sect, anyone who successfully refines this mortal pill becomes the sect master.

In other words, no matter how much hype or hidden intentions were in the headline of [Xiaodao APP], from the day it was published, their sworn brother was already the leader of the infamous sect, a powerful enemy of the Dao, whose lineage had lasted for thousands of years.

"Zhang Fan, no matter where you are right now..."

"Run!"

Qi Delong gazed at the vast, endless world beneath the sea of ​​clouds and murmured softly.

A mountain wind howled past, stirring up the pines, but it could not dispel the heaviness and chill that permeated the hearts of the two brothers.

……

Maoshan, Wanfu Palace.

Night had fallen, but the side hall was brightly lit.

Fang Changle, dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe, stood by the window, gazing at the deep night outside the hall, his brows furrowed with an unyielding worry.

On the screen of his phone was the earth-shattering news: "Master of Wuwei Sect... Zhang Fan..." He murmured the two words, feeling both absurd and horrified.

He had a close relationship with Zhang Fan and knew him well; this action was definitely not what Zhang Fan wanted.

It was more like an elaborate trap, a scalding hot oil pot, on which his sworn brother was placed.

"No, no, this time I'm definitely going to die!" Fang Changle turned around abruptly, a resolute glint in her eyes. "I have to go down the mountain!"

He strode towards the palace gate, intending to pack his belongings.

Just then, a withered but steady hand reached out from behind and gently pressed on his shoulder.

"Master?"

Fang Changle turned around and saw that Chen Zhuoqing, the leader of Maoshan Sect, had been standing behind him at some point.

The old Taoist priest's face was calm, but his deep eyes seemed to reflect the myriad tribulations of the world.

"Where are you going?" Chen Zhuoqing's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"Master, I need to go down the mountain for a bit," Fang Changle said hurriedly.

"Where to go after we go down the mountain?" Chen Zhuoqing asked casually.

"I..." Fang Changle frowned, hesitating to speak.

"For the sake of that child from the Zhang family!?"

Chen Zhuoqing slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over his disciple's young and anxious face, looking out into the boundless darkness outside the hall, as if he could see the storm about to sweep across the world.

Fang Changle suddenly looked up, a strange look in his eyes. His master seemed to see through everything.

“Master, since you know, then I…”

"Don't go." Chen Zhuoqing shook his head and whispered. He walked into the hall, where wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner, making his figure somewhat blurry.

"why?"

"The time is not yet ripe, and the calamity is unknown!" Chen Zhuoqing said calmly, "You cannot go down the mountain."

“But he’s my brother.” Fang Changle clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“But you are also a descendant of Maoshan,” Chen Zhuoqing said in a deep voice.

"If you descend the mountain now, will you help him as a friend, or will you express your stance as a successor of Maoshan? How will the world view this? What will the Wuwei Sect think? And how will the person hiding behind the scenes who released this information use it?"

The series of questions were like a bucket of cold water poured over Fang Changle's head, gradually cooling down his boiling blood.

He understood his master's concerns; the imperial court was high and the martial world was far away, and a single move could affect the whole situation.

"Are we just supposed to watch helplessly?" Fang Changle's voice was hoarse with a hint of resentment.

"The water has just been stirred up and the mud and sand have not yet settled. You can't see anything clearly. Even if you go down the mountain, you will only be throwing your life away in vain and fulfilling your fate."

Chen Zhuoqing waved his hand and sighed softly.

“Go back and meditate,” Chen Zhuoqing advised. “Remember, sometimes, inaction requires more courage and wisdom than rash action.”

Fang Changle remained silent for a long time before finally bowing deeply to his master, then turning and walking back into the depths of the hall.

His silhouette stretched long under the lamplight, filled with struggle and helplessness.

Chen Zhuoqing watched him leave, then turned his gaze to the distance again, muttering to himself, only the swirling smoke in the hall could hear him.

"Master of Yuan Palace, your move was truly brilliant, but using the Zhang family's youngsters as bait was a bit too much."

Outside the palace, the night wind howled, making the mountains and forests weep, as if foreshadowing a storm that would sweep across the world, which had already begun.

……

Tongluo Mountain, Fanmen.

"Holy crap... Holy crap..."

I awoke with a start from my dying dream, only to find that the demon was myself.

Zhang Wuming looked at the headline article on the [Xiaodao APP], jumped up, and kept muttering the names of the plants, almost unable to control himself.

The leader of the Wuwei Sect... Zhang Fan!?

This news was so shocking that even he, the current head of the Mortal Sect, couldn't remain calm.

"No... Brother, didn't you go back to Tianjin? How did you cause such a commotion?"

Zhang Wuming's eyes were wide open, and he paced back and forth in the room, looking just like a gorilla whose banana had been stolen.

"This is truly a tremendous calamity!"

Not far away, Xu Jinian sat cross-legged, with incense smoke swirling behind him, and the Great Insect Mountain Lord lying on his right, head raised, fast asleep.

This destined patriarch of the Lingbao Sect, since joining the mortal sect, has gradually gained momentum and his cultivation of inner energy has become increasingly profound. However, at this moment, looking at the headline of the [Xiaodao APP], he couldn't help but show a worried expression, his consciousness restless.

The position of Master of Wuwei Sect is the most difficult position to hold in the world.

Before he became invincible, the Daoist sects couldn't tolerate him, and even the Wuwei sect probably wouldn't submit to him.

It's like the world is in chaos; whoever declares himself emperor first becomes the target of everyone's hatred and can be killed by all.

Zhang Fan today is strikingly similar to the Three Corpse Taoist from back then; they are practically identical.

At that time, the Three Corpse Taoist was also a fugitive, hunted by Longhu Mountain and blocked by the Wuwei Sect. He was caught in a life-or-death dilemma, with no way to advance or retreat.

"This is going to be a huge mess; the whole world will be in an uproar!"

Zhang Wuming slapped his thigh hard, his shock and worry quickly replaced by extreme excitement.

"Will he come back?" Xu Jinian couldn't help but ask.

Tongluo Mountain is, after all, a secluded mountain and sea realm, and with the demon lord Ning Xie guarding it, returning here will always be safer.

“Knowing him as I do, he won’t come back,” Zhang Wuming said, shaking his head.

He is now the target of everyone's criticism, and wherever he goes, he will bring misfortune.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuming stopped in his tracks, a sly glint in his eyes.

He quickly grabbed his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he expertly opened the backend of the [Xiaodao APP] and found the bright red [Front Page Headline Bidding] entrance.

"Isn't it just Toutiao? It's created by throwing money at it. I'll buy one too."

Zhang Wuming grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed an even more sensational line of large characters into the title bar:
"Breaking news! The new sect leader of Wuwei Sect is someone else entirely—it's Li Changgeng!"

Looking at the title he had made up, Zhang Wuming stroked his chin smugly: "Fellow Daoist, who told you to be so famous!?"

Without hesitation, he clicked "Confirm Payment," and felt a pang of heartache as he watched a huge sum of money disappear from his account.

"Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan, this is all I can do for you. Now, run for your life!!"

Zhang Wuming murmured softly, silently praying for Zhang Fan in his heart.

……

Yujing City, Jiangnan Province.

The night was deep, and the city lights were just coming on.

This bustling modern metropolis, still teeming with traffic and flashing neon lights, seems to exist in a completely different world from the turbulent world of cultivation.

An inconspicuous black sedan silently drove off the highway and merged into the city's traffic.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of a dilapidated alley in the old town of Yujing City.

It was late at night, and the streetlights in the dim alley flickered and crackled. At the end of the alley stood the old and dilapidated Hongfu Garden residential complex.

"Finally home."

Just then, Zhang Fan, carrying his luggage, got off the car and quietly returned to Jiangnan Province, to Yujing City, and to his base camp.

(End of this chapter)