Pure Yang!

Chapter 504 Zhang Fan and Wei Yang! The dusty Nokia

Yujing City, Hongfu Garden.

Under the cover of night, the old residential area resembles a weary beast lurking in the shadows of the city, with only a few windows letting out a dim, yellowish light.

As Zhang Fan passed the security room at the main gate, he glanced inside. It wasn't Liu Fusheng on duty today.

Speaking of which, he's been away for almost half a year now and hasn't seen Uncle Liu in a long time.

"Finally home."

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Zhang Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief, his nerves, which had been tense because of that damn headline, relaxed a little.

He walked silently into the stairwell without disturbing any motion-activated lights, returning to his front door like a ghost.

The keyhole turned, and the door hinges made a faint creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet hallway.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyebrows shot up as a smell mixed with dust and unfamiliar odors wafted towards him.

His heart sank instantly. He gently closed the door behind him, without turning on the light, but scanned the room by the faint moonlight streaming in from the window.

a mess.

The living room looked like it had been swept by a storm; tables and chairs were overturned, household items were scattered all over the floor, and the sofa was slashed open by a sharp object, revealing the yellowed sponge inside.

Every drawer was pulled open, its contents were roughly searched, and scattered everywhere.

"I'm so damn angry..." Zhang Fan's gaze gradually turned cold.

The home he has lived in since he was twelve years old is now more like an abandoned, looted ruin.

"Indeed, only the enemy truly understands the enemy," Zhang Fan remarked.

Before he returned, Li Yishan had already reminded him that the news that he was the newly appointed leader of the Wuwei Sect had spread throughout the world, and with the power of the Dao Alliance, his hometown must have been thoroughly investigated.

Returning now would only be like walking into a trap.

Zhang Fan understood this principle, but there were still many people and things in Yujing City that he couldn't let go of.

Therefore, he had to come back.

"Looks like I really am going to have to run for my life."

Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Fan knew that his good days were over. The world was vast, and there was no place for him to stay.

The Taoist sect could not tolerate him.

The Gate of Non-Action?
It's just putting him on the fire to roast.

His current situation is not much better than that of Zhang Lingzong or the Three Corpse Taoist back then.

"You shouldn't have come back."

Just then, a cold voice came from the corner of the living room, echoing in the long, dark night.

Zhang Fan didn't turn around, but looked up at the faint moonlight outside the window.

"President Wu, are you here to arrest me?" Zhang Fan murmured softly.

As the words fell, a figure emerged from the corner in the moonlight—none other than the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Daoist Alliance...

Wu Qingnang!
"The truly great hermit lives in the city. Who would have thought that a true dragon like you would be hidden in my Yujing City?" Wu Qingnang murmured softly, watching Zhang Fan's retreating figure.

The young man stood there straight, his back completely exposed, as if he, the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Daoist Association, posed no threat to him whatsoever.

Such a grand and sweeping style, such a majestic momentum, made Wu Qingnang feel a bit of pressure.

"Chairman Wu is truly a man of few words," Zhang Fan said casually.

“Good, good, as expected…” Wu Qingnang’s eyes darkened slightly, and he paused for a moment before speaking.

"Master of the Wuwei Sect".

Zhang Fan remained silent for a moment before finally saying, "So, who is standing here now, the president of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, or...?"

"Sheep!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qingnang's pupils contracted sharply, and a strange expression appeared on his pale face.

"So you did find out," Wu Qingnang sighed.

He didn't answer Zhang Fan's question directly, but shook his head instead.

“Yujing is now a den of dragons and tigers; you shouldn’t have come back.”

"It's precisely because it's a den of dragons and tigers that I came back," Zhang Fan said, shaking his head.

There are so many people here who are connected to him.

Jiang Hu, Wen He, Jiang Lai, Xiong Ba, Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu, Sui Chunsheng... These people have all watched Zhang Fan's journey and have a deep friendship with him.

Now that he's been implicated, we can't just ignore it.

“There are some people you don’t need to worry about. Even if you investigate, you won’t find anything,” Wu Qingnang said in a deep voice.

His implication was obvious: he had already done what he needed to do.

"As for your friends, I've already made arrangements."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan felt a little relieved, but still asked, "Is it safe?"

"Safe for now."

"If possible, I would like to trouble Chairman Wu to send them to Tongluo Mountain in Xijiang," Zhang Fan said after a moment's thought.

After all, that was his own territory, and as long as he didn't go back, Tongluo Mountain would be safe.

“At this time, you should be worried about yourself,” Wu Qingnang said in a deep voice.

"The higher-ups have already dispatched a special operations team, divided into three groups, to encircle us from Dongshan Province, Huizhou Province, and Jiangnan Province," Wu Qingnang said expressionlessly.

"As far as I know, the leader is a master-level expert!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Without the Celestial Master present, the Abbot level is practically invincible.

He only has a small amount of cultivation, yet the Dao Alliance has sent such a powerful expert, which clearly shows that they value him highly.

This kind of spectacle is much bigger than the one that chased down his father back then.

"You only have one night. After tonight, you won't be able to leave the city."

Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan with a solemn expression and said, "Your reputation is too great. Even outside of Yujing City, in this vast world, I'm afraid there is no place for you to hide."

The name "Master of Wuwei Sect" carries immense weight.

That is an existence that would make the leaders of the ten most famous Taoist sects in the world take notice.

Back then, before the Three Corpse Taoist mastered his supernatural powers after inheriting this great position, he encountered countless tribulations and experienced countless life-and-death situations.

Even in those chaotic times, one could still blend in with the world and find a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

In this day and age, where can we escape to? Where can we hide?
"Um!?"

Zhang Fan seemed to be deep in thought when suddenly he remembered something Zhang Lingzong had told him.

"There's another cell phone in a box under my bed, with a number saved in it. I dial that number when I'm desperate..."

"Remember, you only have one chance..."

"That's the way out I'm leaving for you!"

"I have no way out... I'm completely desperate now."

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened his backpack.

"What are you looking for?" Wu Qingnang couldn't help but ask when he saw this.

Zhang Fan remained silent; he always carried that "backup plan" with him.

Finally, he found the long-forgotten Nokia in his backpack.

"Found it!" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Rumble…

Just then, a violent fluctuation came from afar, attracting Zhang Fan's attention.

Through spiritual observation, a blazing fire suddenly appeared in the hazy night, its contained aura extremely familiar.

……

At this very moment, several blocks away, lies an abandoned old street that has long been slated for demolition.

Amidst the crumbling walls, the cold moonlight cast its pale glow, illuminating several figures facing each other. Liu Fusheng, who usually wore a friendly smile and was slightly overweight, now leaned against a mottled brick wall, breathing heavily.

The blue security guard uniform was torn in several places, stained with dust and dark red blood, and a deep wound on his left arm, exposing bone, was gushing blood.

Around him stood three men dressed in black, close-fitting outfits with the "Dao Alliance" emblem embroidered on their chests, forming a triangular formation. Their auras were sharp, and their eyes were cold, like hawks eyeing their prey.

"Liu Fusheng, who would have thought that the infamous Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon from Zhongnan Mountain would be hiding here as a security guard."

The man at the head of the group had slightly graying temples, cold eyes, and an aura of sharpness that sent chills down one's spine. The surrounding air seemed to distort slightly because of his presence, and a shimmering light emanated from behind him, making him exceptionally captivating.

“Great Master realm, I recognize you. You are Xiang Kaishan from the Dao Alliance General Headquarters,” Liu Fusheng said in a deep voice.

"Do you remember? Twenty years ago, we met once in Zhongnan Mountain," Xiang Kaishan said with a light laugh.

"Back then, even in Zhongnan Mountain, you were outstanding and radiant. You were a master of talismanic arts and were hailed as the disciple with the highest talismanic talent in Zhongnan Mountain in the past hundred years."

At this point, a mocking smile appeared on Xiang Kaishan's face: "Back then, you truly amazed me."

"It's a pity that you were severely injured at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain ten years ago, which destroyed your foundation. Otherwise, why would you have wasted ten years of your cultivation, which has not only failed to progress but has regressed?"

At this point, Xiang Kaishan shook his head, a hint of regret on his indifferent face: "Now, I've actually been reduced to guarding other people's homes."

"How pathetic."

"Hehe, a little devil becomes the King of Hell, the world has really changed." Liu Fusheng leaned against the wall and grinned.

As blood flowed from his body, his face grew increasingly pale.

"There's no point in saying more. Although you're crippled now, I still respect you as someone important. Come with me, and I'll give you some face," Xiang Kaishan said ruthlessly.

"Dignity? Kid, dignity is never given by others."

Liu Fusheng sighed softly, and his chubby body suddenly struggled to straighten up. His face, which was always covered with a flattering smile, was now as calm as still water. Only his eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with a flame that had been dormant for ten years.

"Ten years have passed," Liu Fusheng murmured softly.

He slowly took off the white cotton gloves that he had worn for ten years, which were covered in oil and dust.

The gloves were removed, revealing a pair of hands covered in calluses and scars. The left hand had four fingers, and the right hand had five fingers; the knuckles were thick, and the nails were neatly trimmed.

These were the same hands that once held the power to command all things and stir up storms.

"Um!?"

Such a move made Xiang Kaishan frown.

"Once the Daoist heart arises, the demonic manifestation is born!"

"It's been ten years since I last drew that talisman."

A sigh fell.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged from Liu Fusheng's body.

At this moment, his entire demeanor changed. Crimson-black light danced at his fingertips, like the demonic flames of the abyss, like the chaotic divine blood, intertwining in the void and colliding between heaven and earth.

Drawing talismans in the void, a thousand characters return to one.

"Thousand characters!?"

Xiang Kaishan's expression changed drastically, and a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.

A thousand characters were created in an instant; such talent in the art of talismans is simply terrifying beyond imagination.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the crimson-black light transformed into a massive talisman in the air, its ripples of life and death covering an area of ​​a thousand meters in radius.

"Dao Heart Demon Talisman!"

That was a talisman unique to Liu Fusheng, a talisman that permeated his entire life and integrated all his cultivation.

As the talisman was completed, it was as if one had truly returned to oneness. In a trance, there was a strange phenomenon of demonic mist rising as the elixir was formed, and karmic obstacles arising from demonic forms...

Whatever arises from the mind of Tao will be subject to the control of this law.

The Bodhi Mirror illuminates the mind, revealing the true path; the great demons of heaven and earth arise from mutual causes.

Rumble…

The three experts were all horrified, especially Xiang Kaishan, who was standing at the head and felt it most acutely. The talisman had actually suppressed his primordial spirit, and cracks slowly appeared on his face.

"A nine-fingered talisman demon!?"

At this moment, a look of seriousness finally appeared on Xiang Kaishan's face.

Such talent in the art of talismans is truly unimaginable. If his foundation in the Dao were intact and his cultivation had not declined, what kind of person would he be!?

"Stubborn!"

Just then, Xiang Kaishan roared, and suddenly, a dagger slid out from his sleeve, its body a deep blue-green, with intricate runes on the blade. Its light was like moonlight and shimmered like ice.

Azure Feather Magic Treasure, Rune-Breaking Blade!!!

Rumble…

Xiang Kaishan's primordial spirit trembled violently, its primordial light shining brightly. The [Broken Talisman Blade] emitted a joyful hum, its azure light surging, instantly transforming into a streak of azure rainbow that tore through the air, carrying a destructive aura as it slashed towards the talisman covering a radius of a thousand meters.

Rumble…

The azure rainbow surged forward with unstoppable force, instantly shattering the talisman's aperture. The crimson-black light spread out like thick ink, and the terrifying shockwave sent Liu Fusheng flying.

The Talisman-Breaking Blade is specifically designed to break talismanic spells.

"Old cripple, I underestimated you." Xiang Kaishan sneered, gripping the broken talisman blade tightly in his hand. Fortunately, he came prepared, otherwise he would have really suffered a great loss from this cripple.

"I'm really getting old."

Liu Fusheng's face was deathly pale, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a look of helplessness welled up in his eyes.

After ten years of dormancy, his old wounds had not yet healed, and he could not withstand the full force of the Azure Feather magic weapon!
"Lock it up and take it away," Xiang Kaishan said coldly, looking down at him.

As soon as he finished speaking, two more experts from the Dao Alliance filed out and were about to arrest him.

"The Dao Alliance is really quick."

Just then, a detached voice suddenly rang out in the dark night.

The two Dao Alliance experts stopped instinctively, and Xiang Kaishan couldn't help but look up.

In the darkness of night, a figure slowly walked towards them, the bright moonlight casting a long shadow.

“Zhang…Zhang Fan!?” Xiang Kaishan’s expression changed drastically when he saw the person who came.

The young man in front of him looked exactly like the information he had.

The reason this face caused this Dao Alliance expert to lose his composure, even become terrified, was not only because his name was Zhang Fan, but also because he now had another identity...

Master of Wuwei Sect!

"Xiao Fan..." Liu Fusheng was stunned when he saw the person who came, and then a complicated expression appeared on his face.

"Uncle Liu," Zhang Fan whispered.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” Liu Fusheng sighed.

"It's alright," Zhang Fan chuckled.

“Zhang Fan, you…” Xiang Kaishan gritted his teeth and coldly shouted.

hum...

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, his vision blurred, and he felt dizzy. When he looked up again, his primordial spirit was already in Zhang Fan's palm. Those eyes looked down at him indifferently, like a colossal god.

"This...this method..." Xiang Kaishan's primordial spirit was about to break apart, and he could hardly believe it.

You must understand, he was at the Great Master realm; in the blink of an eye, his primordial spirit left his body, and he was already trapped in the opponent's grasp!

What method is this?
What kind of Taoist practice is this?
"Master of Wuwei Sect..." Xiang Kaishan stammered in shock.

"Let's melt it," Zhang Fan whispered.

Rumble…

The three people's primordial spirits soared into the sky, collided in mid-air, turned into streams of light and dissipated, turning into the vast night and falling into the rolling dust.

"The world has changed, the world has changed." Liu Fusheng looked at Zhang Fan's back with a complicated expression. The young man from before seemed to have already made a name for himself.

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh that with the passage of time, he had truly grown old.

(End of this chapter)