Pure Yang!

Chapter 506 Zhang Fan's Tribulation! A Black Blade Slicing Through the Night

Outside Yujing City, on the ring expressway.

A black SUV, like a ghost in the darkness, tore through the night and sped toward Yujing city at an extremely high speed.

"Master, you let that kid get away?"

Just then, a girl with pigtails turned around in the passenger seat, her eyes clear as water.

"Master of Wuwei Sect..."

“Remnants of the Nan Zhang clique…”

At this moment, a middle-aged man in the back seat was resting with his eyes closed. He was muttering to himself, his expression unreadable. The knuckles of his hands appeared exceptionally large in the interplay of light and shadow, as if they contained the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Fan Lingzhou, a favorite of Jiang Wansui of the Dao Alliance, traveled all the way to Yujing, but unexpectedly, his first attempt at fighting failed to defeat that young man.

This was quite unexpected for him.

It should be noted that if Fan Lingzhou were in ancient times, he would be an imperial envoy, whose words carried immense weight and authority. Though he had not yet arrived, his divine power was already present.

Let alone a rising star, most experts would have been turned into dried corpses long ago under his Illusionary Realm.

“Zhang Fan…” Fan Lingzhou murmured the name, a cold smile curving his lips: “He is even more skilled than his father.”

His gaze fell on the blurry night scene rushing past the car window, as if he were lost in some kind of memory.

Back then, he participated in the pursuit of Zhang Lingzong. He was still young then, but he was a man of similar age, yet his demeanor was astonishing. He always managed to find a glimmer of hope in the face of certain death.

Resilient as steel forged a hundred times, slippery as a carp in the river.

The numerous tribulations were like mountain passes, and each pass was as difficult as a treacherous shoal. It was precisely because of this experience that the Great Spirit King, who was famous throughout the world, was forged.

"Master, how does the Great Spirit Sect King of yesteryear compare to this person now?"

Just then, the girl in the front row spoke up and asked a question.

“Back then, Zhang Lingzong’s cultivation was not as good as this brat’s. It was precisely because of this that, due to a momentary lapse in judgment, we did not pay enough attention to him and failed to do our best to nip him in the bud. This allowed him to grow in power and now occupy the Ailao Mountains, becoming too big to be turned away from,” Fan Lingzhou said in a deep voice.

Back then, if a master like him had been directly dispatched, how could Zhang Lingzong have survived to this day, and how could such a bastard like Zhang Fan have appeared!

We must learn from the past and never repeat the same mistakes when dealing with that man's son!
We must crush him completely with overwhelming force before he becomes fully powerful.

This was the purpose of Fan Lingzhou's trip.

“The Wuwei Sect…that man’s son actually became the sect leader…” A cold glint flashed in Fan Lingzhou’s eyes.

Although he knew that the young man was not yet the true master of the Wuwei Sect, with such a potential and such a title, he should not exist in this world.

"Master, is the information on the Xiaodao APP reliable? Yesterday I saw on Toutiao that Li Changgeng... is Senior Brother Li also the leader of the Wuwei Sect?"

The girl with pigtails suddenly asked seriously, her eyes sparkling with thoughtfulness.

"Master, could Senior Brother Li really be the Master of Wuwei Sect!?"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Fan Lingzhou rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice.

“My master said I’m a bit dim-witted, so I must be,” the girl replied earnestly.

"..."

Fan Lingzhou remained silent. Suddenly, he looked out the window, as if he sensed something, or perhaps he simply felt that the speed of this steel cage was restricting his movements.

"too slow."

He uttered three words softly.

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, the sturdy SUV's left door blew open, sending twisted metal fragments flying everywhere, and a gust of wind carrying the chill of the cold night instantly rushed into the vehicle.

Rumble…

Fan Lingzhou's figure moved like a ghost as he stepped out of the speeding vehicle.

He did not fall; his feet seemed to be stepping on invisible steps, his robes fluttering in the gale, and his body surrounded by air currents, much like the legendary figure who rides the wind and controls the qi.

With a single step, his figure disappeared into the vast night, leaving behind only the two terrified people inside the car and the SUV still speeding along the highway.

……

Yujing City, the riverbank in the southern suburbs.

The night was hazy, and the eerie moonlight shone on the turbid, surging river, creating countless ripples.

The river breeze, carrying moisture and chill, rustled Zhang Fan's clothes.

He stood alone by the abandoned dock, his feet sinking into slippery mud and broken rubble.

"They should have arrived by now."

Zhang Fan looked into the distance, but couldn't see a single person in the hazy night.

This is the agreed-upon contact point, and also one of the planned channels to secretly send him out of Yujing.

Logically speaking, Sui Chunsheng should have arrived long ago.

"Can't wait any longer."

Zhang Fan frowned. He had been waiting for nearly two hours. The Dao Alliance's reaction speed had exceeded his expectations. If he continued to wait like this, the other party might catch up with him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan stamped his foot and turned to leave.

hum...

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, ripping through the dark night sky.

Zhang Fan looked up abruptly and saw two dark figures, like stones thrown with tremendous force, streaking across a scarlet parabola with a mournful whistling sound, crashing heavily into the mud in front of him.

In an instant, mud and water splashed everywhere.

Those were two human heads!

Blood was everywhere, and the severed neck was jagged, clearly torn off by brute force. Rainwater washed away the blood and quickly stained the surrounding ground red.

Zhang Fan stared at the two heads, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The one on the left had a gaunt face and prominent cheekbones. Even in death, its eyes remained wide open, still showing shock, anger, and resentment.

Scorched Earth Flame Lord Feng Ping'an!
The one on the right, much younger, with a face radiating youthful vigor, is none other than Sui Chunsheng.

Two human heads lay side by side in the mud, silently telling the cruelest truth.

"Roar……"

Looking at the two bloody human heads, Zhang Fan let out a beast-like growl, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and his aura surged violently and uncontrollably, causing the mud beneath his feet to sink slightly!
An indescribable rage and grief erupted from the depths of his heart like a volcano.

"Young man, it seems you are quite satisfied with this farewell gift."

Suddenly, a voice filled with biting sarcasm rang out from the other side of the riverbank.

In the wind and rain, a figure slowly emerged, as if he had always been standing there, blending into the night.

"People from the Dao Alliance..."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, his tone chilling, his eyes blazing with barely concealed killing intent.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Fan Lingzhou."

The newcomer spoke softly, blocking Zhang Fan's planned escape route. His gaze swept indifferently over the two heads, finally settling on Zhang Fan's grim expression, a cruel smile curving his lips.

The mere mention of Fan Lingzhou's name caused Zhang Fan's eyes to widen in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

He had already heard of this name from Wu Qingnang.

A favorite of Jiang Wansui!

A master at the Guanyin realm!
"I ran into them on the road, so I just took care of them." Fan Lingzhou looked at the two severed heads and said calmly, "It's also a way to keep you company on your journey, so you won't be too lonely."

"A mere abbot, yet you dare to bully a junior like me?" Zhang Fan said coldly.

“You’re no junior.” Fan Lingzhou shook his head with a smile. “Although you haven’t quite reached your full potential, you are, after all, the leader of the Wuwei Sect.” As he spoke, Fan Lingzhou’s tone became more forceful when he mentioned that title, as if there was a hint of teasing and mockery in his voice.

"I shouldn't have shown up, but it's too conspicuous for you to hold up such a big flag in front of people."

"In comparison, your father was much more low-key than you back then."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan wanted to curse. Was this the result of his own ostentatious behavior?!
"Alright, enough chit-chat, it's time to hit the road."

Fan Lingzhou slowly took a step forward, and an overwhelming pressure, as heavy as a mountain, spread out and locked onto Zhang Fan.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Now that he has arrived, the "Master of Wuwei Sect" before him has no way out.

A chilling murderous intent, mixed with the coldness of the river wind, seemed to freeze this riverbank completely.

At this moment, Zhang Fan calmed down, his thoughts becoming clear and lucid, like the moon reflected in a frozen lake.

He knew very well that he had almost no chance of winning against a master like Fan Lingzhou, who had already reached the level of a sect leader. His hope of escaping was as faint as a candle in the wind.

There is only one glimmer of hope hidden in the final, desperate strike, and that chance comes only once!
Having thought this through, there was no longer the slightest hesitation.

"kill!"

In a flash, Zhang Fan made his move. Golden light shone brightly in his dantian, clearly visible, and an inner core appeared, like the rising sun, the great dragon and tiger, reversing yin and yang, suddenly displaying the aura of the orthodox Xuanmen sect.

"The inner core has been formed, and the life cultivation has been perfected. He is indeed a prodigy in talent."

Seeing this scene before him, Fan Lingzhou's eyes lit up.

Putting everything else aside, this one step alone is enough to dominate for generations, and among the younger generation of today, almost no one can surpass him.

Rumble…

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan's brow twitched violently. Even though his primordial spirit was still intact, the black and white colors, like innate Qi, intertwined clearly, like the arrival of daylight dispelling darkness, or like a long night engulfing all light. Gods and demons stood side by side, Yin and Yang without limit.

A terrifying aura surged into the sky centered on him, causing the surrounding winds to whip up and the river water to churn!
"The cultivation of both body and spirit, what a divine and demonic embryo, what a perfect achievement of life cultivation!" Fan Lingzhou couldn't help but exclaim.

He stood in the wind, yet he could feel the immense and overwhelming aura pressing down on him. If he were an ordinary expert, he would have been annihilated long ago.

Unfortunately, he was no ordinary expert!

Faced with Zhang Fan's earth-shattering full-force burst, Fan Lingzhou merely took half a step forward. His aura was like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening, and a pressure far more vast, refined, and seemingly integrated with the surrounding world was released with a roar.

The realm of the master!

The higher one's level of cultivation, the greater one's status becomes. Moreover, there is a vast chasm between Zhang Fan and him, spanning an entire realm!
The once awe-inspiring divine and demonic aura was, before this pure, superior pressure, like a candle flame in a storm, flickering violently and being forcibly suppressed. Even the most proud primordial spirit seemed like an ant under a collapsing mountain, facing a life-or-death dilemma.

"kill!"

Just as Zhang Fan's momentum was suppressed to its lowest point, he suddenly spoke with a thunderous voice, and a dark light shot out from his sleeve. It was only the size of a palm, but it vibrated in the wind, and its mysterious light soared into the sky. It actually transformed into a giant seal phantom the size of a house, which carried the true seal of the body.

Black gold ancient seal.

This large seal had been refined by Zhang Fan for a long time, absorbing countless magical treasures and spiritual energy. Its entire body was dark black with dark golden patterns. When it was summoned from the air, it became heavy as a mountain, as if it were carrying a savage and ancient suppressive force, and it crashed down on Fan Lingzhou.

"Azure Feather Magic Treasure!?"

Fan Lingzhou's lips curled up slightly. Facing the approaching black and gold ancient seal, his expression remained indifferent, and he didn't even move his feet.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless; one can only cross the sea in an empty boat."

A voice, sounding like a chant or a sigh, rang out.

In an instant, a hazy, illusory figure of light appeared in front of him.

That enormous and mysterious phantom was a huge ship, with an ancient and simple design. It seemed to be a condensation of countless twisted runes and Dao patterns, existing between reality and illusion, as if it existed, yet also as if it were just an illusion of light and shadow.

The primordial spirit and its manifestation are but an empty boat adrift in the sea of ​​suffering.

This is a power that can only be cultivated to the eighth level of Taoism, the "Master of the Temple," manifesting its mysteries in all directions, making it an exceptional talent, one in ten thousand.

boom……

The ancient black and gold seal, carrying immense power, slammed down upon the Dharma image of the [Bitter Sea Void Boat]!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, only a dull thud like the sound of leather being struck.

The illusory image of the Dharma vessel only rippled slightly, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool. Then, the dark gold patterns on its body instantly dimmed and shattered.

The next moment, the Black Gold Ancient Seal was as if it were destroyed from the inside by an invisible force, emitting a series of teeth-grinding "crack" sounds. Amidst the ear-piercing sound, this magic weapon that had accompanied Zhang Fan the longest suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments that shot in all directions!
puff...

The ancient black gold seal was completely destroyed, Zhang Fan's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But it was precisely at this moment, when the magical artifact shattered, the light and dust became chaotic, and the energy intertwined most violently…

Rumble…

A hint of madness and determination flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. He suppressed his surging blood and qi, and at the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, a mysterious "hole" seemed to slowly open, and a divine light intertwined with extreme darkness and brightness suddenly shone.

Divine light shines from the spiritual platform!

Rumble…

A dazzling divine light burst forth from between Zhang Fan's eyebrows, seemingly ignoring space and piercing through nothingness, directly bypassing Fan Lingzhou's [Bitter Sea Void Boat] and heading straight for his head.

"Little devil, you..."

The moment the divine light appeared, Fan Lingzhou's usually impassive face finally showed genuine shock for the first time.

He sensed a hint of danger from that thread-like divine light, an aura that even a master like him felt threatened.

Rumble…

The speed of the divine light from the spiritual platform was too fast, and the timing was too precise.

The divine light struck Fan Lingzhou's forehead with perfect accuracy. A violent burst of energy erupted instantly, and the blinding light engulfed his figure. Smoke and dust mixed with river water shot into the sky, forming a huge chaotic vortex. The violent shockwave lifted the silt from the riverbank several meters high.

"You got it!?"

Zhang Fan's face was deathly pale. Fighting such a powerful opponent was extremely exhausting, and his strength was being drained from his body like a tidal wave.

"I never expected... I never expected... that you would open your ancestral aperture and heavenly eye without undergoing the baptism of the Great Floating Land."

Suddenly, a low, mocking laugh rang out clearly from the lingering smoke and dust.

Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Fan Lingzhou's figure reappeared. He walked slowly towards them, his clothes torn, and blood flowing from between his brows, staining the face of this great master.

At this moment, he had lost some of the air of a hermit master, and instead had gained a more ferocious, demonic quality.

"The Abbot's realm is indeed a towering peak," Zhang Fan sighed inwardly.

He was neither too surprised by the result, nor did he feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"You actually managed to injure me... Master of Wuwei... If you were to gain power, perhaps you would still be the Master of Wuwei."

Fan Lingzhou's voice carried a playful and indifferent tone, like a cat playing with a mouse. He took a step forward and stood in front of Zhang Fan.

"Young man, what tricks do you still have up your sleeve?" Fan Lingzhou chuckled.

"Have!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan whispered.

Fan Lingzhou's eye twitched suddenly as he caught a glimpse of a cold, black light emanating from Zhang Fan's hand.

In an instant, his heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of unease rose within him.

Rumble…

It's too late.

In a flash, the black iron piece vibrated violently, its sharp edge soaring into the sky in Zhang Fan's palm. The terrifying power condensed into a stream of light, directly piercing Fan Lingzhou's chest and tearing through the long, dark night.

(End of this chapter)