Pure Yang!

Chapter 511 My name is Lü Xianyang! Chunyang Lüzu Temple

Under the pale light of night, incense smoke gathered and dispersed in front of the temple, while murderous intent surged in an instant.

When the cold, indifferent voice rang in everyone's ears, the fat man's hand, which was about to strike, suddenly froze. He felt an indescribable, overwhelming terror, as if it came from his very life instinct, grip his heart in an instant.

hum...

In an instant, even the weasel phantom behind him let out a sharp, rapid hiss, its fur stood on end, its eyes filled with fear, and it instinctively tried to shrink back into the fat boy's body.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, their gazes finally locking onto Zhang Fan.

He stood there quietly, expressionless.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Fan's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any sharp light, yet they seemed to reflect the endless night and conceal a deep abyss.

He didn't release any aura, but the profound and majestic presence that had accumulated through life and death and the trials of mountains and rivers, as well as the imposing aura of his status originating from the depths of his soul and having once wielded the forbidden object of "black iron," were enough to instill great terror in the shallow-minded weasel.

"you……"

The fat man only needed to exchange a glance with Zhang Fan before he was struck as if by lightning. His entire body trembled violently, the color drained from his face instantly, and the black energy that had gathered at his fingertips dissipated in an instant.

He stumbled back several steps, collapsing onto the ground with a thud. His crotch was quickly soaked; he had lost control of his bladder in fright.

"This came to me of its own accord, thank you for nature's gift," Zhang Fan murmured.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible wave arose out of nowhere. The yellow-skinned phantom hidden deep within the fat man's primordial spirit soared into the sky and almost helplessly collapsed in the terrifying wave, turning into streams of light, which Zhang Fan swallowed in one gulp.

The gods and demons moved in their own way, their black and white forms clearly distinguished. The faint stream of light, like sweet rain, nourished Zhang Fan's Yuan Palace, allowing the parched "riverbed" to regain some vitality.

boom……

Almost at the same moment, the once arrogant fat man collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

To forge a horse is to abandon one's physical body and entangle with the spirit of a demon. Once the latter is destroyed, one's own spirit will naturally suffer a calamity and be difficult to preserve.

"This this……"

The other followers were confused. They were just ordinary people and naturally couldn't see the primordial spirit, let alone the disintegration of the weasel. However, their usual "Brother Biao" suddenly seemed to be possessed and lay down, which immediately panicked them.

“Biao…Brother Biao…”

"Go...hurry, get them to the hospital!"

Just then, two of the bolder ones rushed forward, dragged the fat man away, and glanced at Zhang Fan with a mixture of fear and bewilderment.

Zhang Fan watched the fleeing figure, but ignored it and turned to leave.

"Big brother...big brother..."

Just then, the voice of the incense-selling boy came from behind, accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps, and the boy caught up.

"what happened?"

"Brother, thank you so much for saving me," the boy said gratefully.

"It's nothing, I didn't do anything. That fat guy was scared out of his wits, just a coward." Zhang Fan waved his hand, not wanting to cause any trouble or linger here any longer.

"But... that yellow rat just now..." the incense-selling boy hesitated slightly, stammering.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened, and he abruptly stopped, turning back to look at the young man.

"You can see it?"

"Yes!" The incense-selling boy nodded, making no attempt to hide anything.

hum...

Just then, a ripple swept by, like a spring breeze.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan saw a glimmer of light shining from the boy's mind, like the bright sun over a spring mountain, like a sudden burst of spiritual light, hazy and imperceptible, yet wondrously existent.

"Have you practiced Taoism?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

“Never.” The incense-selling boy shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's gaze became even more astonished. He had never cultivated, yet his heart was as pure as a child's, possessing a naturally born primordial spirit and a wondrous spiritual awareness.

If such a seedling were in ancient times, it would be considered an unparalleled genius with exceptional spiritual roots and potential.

"Young man, what's your name?" Zhang Fan asked, intrigued.

"My name is Lü Xianyang!" the boy whispered.

……

it's dark.

Qinhuang City, Daomeng Branch Building.

The main conference room on the top floor.

The room was coldly lit, and the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

On the large metal conference table in the center, there lay a figure that seemed out of place with his surroundings—the chubby boy.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and he could only exhale through his mouth and nose, not inhale. His whole body was limp as mud, as if all his bones and soul had been taken away.

"His primordial spirit is destroyed. Even if he survives, he will at most be a vegetable. Moreover, he has no cultivation, so he won't live long."

Just then, the middle-aged man at the head of the group spoke up.

He was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed, making him look more like a refined scholar or a successful businessman.

He is Zhao Qiming, the president of the Qinhuang City Daomeng branch.

"This brat is a horse-taming expert, Chairman Zhao. His fighting style is fierce and his life is unpredictable. Is it really worth calling me here for something like this?"

Just then, a still-attractive young woman standing nearby showed her displeasure.

She looked to be in her early thirties, though she might actually be older. She was very well-maintained, with fair skin and a graceful figure. She wore a dark green embroidered gold cheongsam with a sheer shawl over it, and her exquisite makeup carried an air of aloofness and scrutiny that befitted someone who had long been in a superior position.

As a special envoy sent by the Dao Alliance General Headquarters to inspect the provinces, Liu Ruyan had a very high-handed attitude. She couldn't understand why Chairman Zhao would ask her to come over even for such a trivial local matter.

"Special Envoy Liu, if it were a trivial matter, I wouldn't have bothered you with such a big deal."

Just then, the gloomy, silent old woman spoke.

She wore a colorful ethnic costume embroidered with eerie runes, held an ebony snake-head cane, and had one eye that was emerald green, making her seem strangely inhuman.

“This lad was originally a new apprentice under my shrine who had just graduated. He had a spirit medium attached to him and was quite strong,” Granny Huang said solemnly.

As the head of the local Weasel Spirit shrine, she had many disciples with shallow foundations like this. She had simply offered a lot of money, which was why she sent a newly-formed weasel spirit to possess him, making the boy think he had gained some spiritual power.

In this day and age, there are quite a few people who have been trained into horses. They don't need to cultivate at all. They think that with the help of immortals, they will achieve great supernatural powers. But they don't know that they have already become the vessels for those monsters to cultivate.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan remained noncommittal, but a mocking expression appeared on her beautiful face.

Those who truly cultivate the Tao have no respect for these heretical and unorthodox practices.

"When the news of his accident first came up, I didn't pay much attention, but later..."

As she spoke, Granny Huang looked at Zhao Qiming. "We retrieved all the surveillance footage from the vicinity, and after a preliminary comparison, we discovered that the person who crippled this kid is someone of considerable influence."

Zhao Qiming pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, turned around and walked to the control panel next to him, pressing a few buttons.

The wall on one side of the conference room immediately lit up, displaying a blurry surveillance video.

The background of the scene is a dimly lit street near the God of Wealth Temple. A ragged, staggering person is turning to look at the camera. Although the resolution is low, the outline of the face, especially the eyes that still look particularly deep and cold in the night, are captured quite clearly.

"This is... Zhang Fan!?" Liu Ruyan's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, revealing a look of surprise.

As a special envoy, her main job was to guide the local authorities in searching for and arresting this key figure named by the Dao Alliance.

"Is it really him!?" Liu Ruyan examined him closely, but felt that he didn't quite look like him.

Compared to the information in her hand, the young man in the picture seemed to be thinner, especially his eyes. They lacked the arrogance of someone who had achieved early success and the majesty of someone with profound cultivation. Instead, they possessed a calm and coldness that seemed to have seen through life and death and weathered countless storms. Deep within them, there was also a trace of weariness and weakness that was not easily detected.

When a person's temperament changes, it's like being reborn; they become completely different.

“There are indeed some differences.” Zhao Qiming said in a deep voice, “Therefore, I had the Dao Alliance’s technical department conduct enhancement analysis and skeletal comparison, and it is undoubtedly this person.”

"Master of Wuwei Sect..." Liu Ruyan murmured these four words softly, her expression growing even more solemn.

"If it really is him, this matter is of great importance. We should immediately report to the headquarters and request support!"

There was a brief silence in the conference room.

"Special Envoy Liu, shouldn't we still have some questions about the identity of the Master of Wuwei Sect?"

Just then, Zhao Qiming spoke up.

In fact, apart from him, none of the three people present could associate such a title with a young man.

Moreover, this news originally came from the [Xiaodao APP], which is not an official media outlet. In fact, if you have money, you can get on the front page.

That's why when the news came out, it did cause a stir, but most people remained skeptical.

“Even if it isn’t, this is someone the higher-ups specifically requested, someone of great importance. Moreover, the internal notice also stated that this person is extremely dangerous, and should be reported immediately upon discovery,” Liu Ruyan reminded.

“That’s why I think that since such a great achievement has been offered to us, how can we refuse it?” Zhao Qiming said solemnly.

"What does Chairman Zhao mean..." Granny Huang couldn't help but ask.

“What I mean is that we should still report it, but we can arrest the person first,” Zhao Qiming said in a deep voice.

“This…” Liu Ruyan hesitated for a moment.

Although she would also have credit for monitoring and tracking once the report was submitted, it was different from getting credit for the person in charge. If successful, her resume would become quite impressive, and it wouldn't be difficult for her to be promoted two or three levels.

"With our abilities, I'm afraid..." Liu Ruyan shook her head, not letting the enormous temptation cloud her judgment.

“I have reliable inside information that this person was seriously injured in Yujing and has almost lost all his cultivation. It’s a miracle that he’s still alive,” Zhao Qiming said in a deep voice.

"Hmm!?" Upon hearing this, Granny Huang's eyes lit up: "Chairman Zhao's brother is back?"

“Not bad!” Zhao Qiming nodded.

His elder brother, Zhao Shanhe, is a renowned expert in Beihe Province. Three years ago, he reached the Zhai Shou realm and achieved great success in his cultivation, holding a pivotal position throughout Beihe Province.

It is precisely because of such a great expert that the Qin Emperor Zhao family's position is so stable, and Zhao Qiming has been able to sit in the position of chairman. Moreover, his career has only just begun, and it is said that he will be transferred to the province at the end of the year to take charge of the work.

With his qualifications and cultivation, his progress is truly remarkable, as if his ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke.

“With Senior Zhao back, things will be much easier,” Granny Huang couldn’t help but say.

She was much older than Zhao Shanhe, but at this moment she still addressed him as a senior.

"If this person is truly seriously injured, and with your brother's help, we might actually succeed in secretly capturing him," Liu Ruyan said thoughtfully.

With the assistance of a master at the Zhai Shou realm, the outcome would be quite different.

"Alright, do as Chairman Zhao says. Find out this person's whereabouts immediately and make an arrest."

A flicker of greed and calculation flashed in Liu Ruyan's eyes.

"very good."

Zhao Qiming nodded in satisfaction, then called out towards the door, "Tian Tian, ​​come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

A tall, beautiful woman with long, black hair walked in.

"This is my secretary, Wang Tiantian," Zhao Qiming introduced casually.

"Go home for me and invite my brother. Tell him you have something important to discuss."

"Yes, President!"

Wang Tiantian nodded sweetly, her voice gentle and sweet.

……

The night is darker.

Zhang Fan followed Lü Xianyang through the more remote alleys in the suburbs of Qinhuang City, and finally stopped in front of a hillside overgrown with weeds.

On the slope, the outline of a temple could be vaguely seen, lying there in darkness like a sleeping giant, forming a stark contrast with the brightly lit temple of the God of Wealth in the distance.

"Brother, my place is just ahead," Lü Xianyang said softly.

"You live in a temple?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, I’ve lived with my grandfather since I was little. He was the temple keeper, but later the incense offerings dwindled and fewer and fewer people came to worship, so the place was abandoned,” Lü Xianyang said in a low voice.

Later, when he was twelve years old, his grandfather also passed away.

He was all alone; after finishing junior high school, he dropped out and went home to make a living on his own.

Such a lack of kinship and such loneliness and helplessness are somewhat similar to Xu Jinian.

"You're so young, yet you've suffered quite a bit," Zhang Fan said softly.

“It’s not bitter. Everyone can endure hardship, so why can’t I? The joy in hardship is the sweetest,” Lü Xianyang said with a light laugh.

His smile was always so sincere and pure.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up; this young man truly possessed talent.

"Big brother, we've arrived."

Just then, the two arrived at the dilapidated temple. Most of the walls had collapsed, and the remaining parts were covered with withered vines and slippery moss.

The temple gate was crooked, the vermilion paint was peeling off, revealing the rotten wood inside, and the plaque above the gate hung askew, covered with a thick layer of dust.

Zhang Fan looked up and could vaguely make out the three mottled and ancient characters.

"The Temple of Lu Zu!?"

Looking at those three large characters, Zhang Fan's eyes shone brightly, and he couldn't help but be moved.

(End of this chapter)