Pure Yang!

Chapter 505 The Illusory Realm! Zhang Fan's Escape Route
In the darkness of night, on abandoned streets, plastic bags, whipped up by the cold wind, sway aimlessly, much like the fate of ordinary people.

Crimson blood flowed freely, touching three cold bodies.

A master at the Great Master realm, whose primordial light had already arisen and whose nature had been perfected, was reduced to a mere clay chicken or earthen dog in Zhang Fan's hands, his body and soul extinguished.

At this moment, Liu Fusheng was somewhat dazed.

He felt that the young figure in front of him was gradually resembling the Great Spirit Sect King of yesteryear, and perhaps even surpassing him.

"A new era... has finally arrived," Liu Fusheng sighed inwardly.

Even if he was unwilling to admit it, he had to accept that new talents emerge in every generation.

He has grown old; those once brilliant and dazzling years of his youth have become a faded, yellowed painting.

These days, it's all up to the young people.

"Uncle Liu..."

Just then, Zhang Fan walked over, and his calm and friendly voice pulled Liu Fusheng back to reality.

"Xiao Fan, you've grown up."

With Zhang Fan's help, Liu Fusheng slowly got up. His gaze fell on the young man he had watched grow up, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I know you've achieved a high level of cultivation now, but you shouldn't have come back."

"Uncle, I'm not worried about having too many lice now, so a little longer won't make a difference," Zhang Fan said with a light laugh.

Liu Fusheng shook his head and said in a deep voice, "You people from the Zhang family... I'm afraid you're going to follow in your father's footsteps."

It's surprising that the act of fleeing for one's life can be hereditary.

"A calamity can be a death sentence or an elixir of immortality; I have no regrets about it," Zhang Fan said, shaking his head.

If his father hadn't suffered those calamities and hardships back then, how could he have earned the infamous title of Great Spirit King today?

On the path to immortality, one can see through life and death.

He has faced many hardships along the way.

"Sigh..." Liu Fusheng sighed and said nothing more.

"Uncle, let me take you back first. You can't stay in Yujing any longer. I'll have you arrange for you to leave the city later," Zhang Fan said softly.

His return this time was to deal with these loose ends.

Liu Fusheng remained silent, and with Zhang Fan's help, he staggered back to Hongfu Garden.

"Um!?"

At that moment, Zhang Fan froze for a moment, his expression somewhat dazed.

The streetlights in Hongfu Garden were on, making the night exceptionally bright, and there were still quite a few people walking around in the community.

Zhang Fan glanced at his phone subconsciously; the time displayed was 22:23.

"Xiao Fan, you're back from Zhenwu Mountain."

Liu Fusheng's voice came from the side. He was carrying a bag of meat buns, his face full of smiles, and his eyes were full of undisguised concern.

"Zhenwu Mountain?"

"Didn't you go on a trip to Zhenwu Mountain with your childhood friend after graduation?" Liu Fusheng asked.

"Oh...right, I went to Zhenwu Mountain with Li Yishan and just got back." Zhang Fan paused for a moment, then replied somewhat vaguely.

"It's good that you're back. Go back and get some rest." Liu Fusheng said with a light laugh, carrying some steamed buns. "Come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

"Okay, Uncle Liu!"

Zhang Fan nodded and walked into the residential area on his own.

"Bro, don't jump yet, bring some viewers to my livestream... Everyone, look up at my head..."

"Do you have any humanity? Brother, take my advice, go jump in the next neighborhood, I'm thinking of buying an apartment there."

"The world is going to hell... Hey upstairs, are you going to jump or not? I'm going home."

Just then, a commotion drew Zhang Fan's attention back. There seemed to be a person standing on the rooftop not far away, and a crowd had gathered below.

"Another suicide attempt!?" Zhang Fan blurted out instinctively.

"Huh? Why should I say it again?"

Zhang Fan stared at the building in front of him with a strange expression; his home was in this building.

If they jump down, the rent will drop again.

"I won't have to pay rent if I keep jumping around," Zhang Fan thought to himself.

"what……"

Suddenly, a sharp scream shattered the evening's tranquility. Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw the figure on the rooftop plummeting closer and closer.

The next moment, a loud "bang" was heard, and the entire neighborhood fell silent.

Those who had been watching the commotion had already run far away, and even the loudest shouters had fallen silent.

The pervasive smoke and dust, mixed with a strong smell of blood, grew increasingly thick.

Soon, people cautiously gathered around.

"He jumped already!?" Zhang Fan was somewhat dazed and involuntarily walked forward.

"Why would someone so young jump off a building?"

"I heard that he submitted more than 3,000 resumes after graduation, but didn't find a single job. Young people these days are under too much pressure."

"A resident of this building? I think I've seen this young man before."

"That's right... She lives on the ninth floor and I heard she just graduated."

Some people in the crowd were whispering.

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

The ninth floor? Isn't that the floor where he lives?
"Holy crap, they're neighbors?" Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly as he squeezed inside.

Does this young man have family?

"I heard she lives alone, and she even greeted me a few times, I think her name is..."

"Oh right, his name is Zhang Fan."

The cacophony of voices dissipated into a deafening roar, until finally only that name exploded in Zhang Fan's ears like a thunderclap.

His eyes widened, and he charged through the crowd like a madman.

On the ground, a lifeless figure came into view, its bloodied and mangled face still feeling incredibly familiar.

"I!?"

Zhang Fan cried out in surprise, waking up from his nightmare. His vest was already soaked with sweat.

He was breathing heavily...

The only sounds in the old room were his breathing and the ticking of the alarm clock.

"It was all a dream!"

Zhang Fan let out a long breath.

He looked out the window; it was still dark, and a light rain had started to fall outside.

Just then, another "thump, thump, thump" sound came from next door, followed by a woman's scream, sometimes high, sometimes low, intermittent, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and heavy, as if she had been hit, but she kept begging the other person to be harder and not stop.

In cheap, old-fashioned rental apartments, this kind of game, like tadpoles looking for their mother, plays out every day.

Zhang Fan lost his sleepiness, got up, and turned on the radio.

This was his habit; when he couldn't sleep, he liked to listen to the radio.

"Breaking news: At 22:23 this evening, a young man fell to his death at Hongfu Garden. The specific cause of the accident is still under further investigation..."

"According to sources, the young man's name is Zhang Fan, and he graduated from..."

hum...

A hissing sound came from the radio. Zhang Fan mechanically turned his head and looked at the glowing radio, his mind reeling.

Zhang Fan lunged forward, snatched the radio, and slammed it down. A crackling electronic noise echoed in the room, accompanied by the sound of an impact coming from next door.

"Hongfu Garden? Fall from a building?"

Zhang Fan seemed to remember something, pulled his phone out from under his pillow, opened his browser, and typed in "Hongfu Garden".

Suddenly, the latest news popped up, with a blurry picture on it.

In front of Building 73, a stretcher was carried away, with a person lying on it, covered with a white sheet, and one hand hanging out.

Zhang Fan stared at the photograph, his pupils suddenly contracting, a chill running down his spine.
He couldn't believe it.

"My father's father is a monster, my father's mother is a monster..."

Just then, a piercing phone ring suddenly broke out, interrupting Zhang Fan's thoughts.

He glanced down at the caller ID:
Li Yishan!?

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone.

"Old Zhang, have you seen the news?" "Yes...yes..." Zhang Fan hesitated.

"The person who jumped off the building has the same name as you and even lives in the same neighborhood... What a coincidence... except he's uglier than you..." Li Yishan's voice rang out again.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Did you see it?"

"He was already dead when he arrived at our hospital... It was so tragic..." Li Yishan rambled on, "The property prices in your neighborhood are probably going to drop..."

"It'll drop by at least two or three hundred thousand!"

"Screw you, do you think I need two or three hundred thousand? I need five million!"

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, chatted with Li Yishan for a few more minutes, and then hung up the phone.

"I must have been so confused in my sleep, I scared myself."

Zhang Fan tossed his phone aside, and couldn't help but smile as he recalled his crazy behavior just now.

He checked the time: 22:23 PM, still plenty of time.

"Wash your face, let's play a game!"

Zhang Fan easily got out of bed.

"My father's father is a monster, my father's mother is a monster..."

Suddenly, a piercing telephone ringing broke out.

Zhang Fan was taken aback. Who would be looking for him so late? Could it be that the client was calling him to work overtime?
Thinking to himself, Zhang Fan turned around, picked up the phone on the table, and looked down at the caller ID...

"Zhang Fan!?"

Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed, revealing surprise and doubt.

What happened tonight?
"Mommy's dad is a monster, Mommy's mommy is a monster..."

The phone was still ringing, while the banging sounds from next door had gradually faded away...

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone and slowly raised it to his ear.

"Hey!"

A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Never open the door if someone knocks."

"What?" Zhang Fan was taken aback, not understanding what the other person meant.

dong dong dong...

Just then, a rapid knocking sounded, even more intense than the banging on the wall next door.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhang Fan asked again, somewhat flustered.

"Leave that house immediately."

dong dong dong... dong dong dong...

The knocking grew more urgent and intense, its powerful rhythm even causing the simple floor to tremble slightly.

"Is that you outside the door? Who are you?" Zhang Fan roared in a low voice.

"You don't have time, get out of that room now." The voice on the other end of the phone remained calm.

dong dong dong...

The knocking grew more intense, and cracks appeared on the dilapidated wooden door, as if something was trying to rush in.

"Leave quickly!"

The final ultimatum came from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Fan frantically searched for an exit, and his gaze finally fell on the balcony.

"Damn it!"

Just then, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, picked up his phone, and pounded it against his head, suppressing the urge to jump out, ignoring the terrifying impact outside the door...

He turned around abruptly, opened the bedside drawer, and took out a bottle of medicine.

"This haloperidol tablet is a good acetylphenidate antipsychotic. Remember to take the prescribed dosage, but don't overdose..."

Li Yishan's words echoed in Zhang Fan's mind, making him much more sober.

Zhang Fan kept tapping his head with his phone.

The pain made him instinctively open the medicine box, pour out more than a dozen pills, and swallow them all while lying on the ground.

Zhang Fan was panting heavily, blood dripping from his forehead, and the bitter taste in his mouth made him gag.

Gradually, the banging sounds outside the door seemed to disappear.

The phone was also not in a call, and the time was frozen at 22:23.

"It's finally quiet."

Zhang Fan relaxed, slowly closed his eyes, his heartbeat grew fainter and fainter, and finally he stopped breathing.

Late at night.

The eerie moonlight shone on the gradually cooling corpse. Suddenly, a strange aura slowly rose from the corpse's brow, with black and white energies flowing together, as clear as day and as eternal as night, where gods and demons coexisted, unparalleled in the world.

Rumble…

Almost simultaneously, the entire room began to tremble violently. Then, the entire building, and even the whole world, began to shake violently. Cracks appeared and spread in the space, like shredded paper, threatening to tear this real world apart.

"He hasn't even become the abbot yet, but he was able to break my Illusionary Realm. That's interesting."

Within the shattered world, a chilling voice suddenly resounded, like that of a deity of this realm.

The next moment, a stream of light, enveloped by the black and white energies, shot into the sky and broke through the collapsing world through the spatial rift.

call……

At the entrance of Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan suddenly woke up in Liu Fusheng's arms, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

"You're finally awake," Wu Qingnang said solemnly.

"Just now I……"

“You’ve been tricked… The experts from the Dao Alliance are here, they’re very close. If I’m not mistaken, it should be Fan Lingzhou, the secretary by President Jiang’s side.” Wu Qingnang’s voice was extremely low.

Fan Lingzhou possessed the cultivation level of a sect leader and was highly regarded by Jiang Wansui.

His "Illusory Realm of the Great Void" is said to have been derived from a painting left by Zhang Taixu, the last Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and is extremely mysterious and extraordinary.

Just now, Zhang Fan entered this realm.

“He’s less than 200 kilometers away from you,” Wu Qingnang reminded him. “It’s truly remarkable that you were able to leave the painting; it was extremely dangerous.”

"It seems I can't stay in Yujing City either." Zhang Fan felt a wave of fear as he recalled what had just happened.

"President Wu, please trouble you to take my uncle to Xijiang."

"And there's Lao Feng too!" Liu Fusheng reminded him.

Jiao Tu Yan Jun Feng Ping An was also a close friend of Zhang Ling Zong. Ten years ago, after the great battle at Longhu Mountain, he, like Liu Fu Sheng, hid in Yujing City to recuperate and secretly protect Zhang Fan.

“I will handle it. I have already made arrangements. You go to the riverbank, and Sui Chunsheng will meet you and help you leave the city,” Wu Qingnang said in a deep voice.

At this time, only the people around Zhang Fan could be relied upon.

Sui Chunsheng is an old friend.

"it is good!"

Zhang Fan nodded emphatically.

"Have you decided where you want to go?" Wu Qingnang couldn't help but ask.

Given Zhang Fan's current situation, even if he leaves Yujing City, he will still face numerous dangers. The world is vast, and it seems there is no place for him to stay.

"where to?"

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he took out his long-forgotten Nokia from his pocket. Keyboard phones are rare these days, and the screen showed that there was only one bar of battery left.

Zhang Fan opened his contacts, which contained only one number with the name "Li".

This was a way out that Zhang Lingzong had left him, and he should never use it unless absolutely necessary.

"It's a last resort now."

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment before dialing the number.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A brief call echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, yet it seemed to last an extremely long time.

"Hey!"

Just then, the call connected, and a woman's voice came from the other end.

(End of this chapter)