Pure Yang!

Chapter 513 Zhang Fan and Lü Xianyang! Lü Zu reincarnated, invincible under heaven.
The long night is filled with the warmth of incense, like a startled awakening from a dream.

Do not say that there is a separation between immortals and mortals; the heart of Tao is transmitted in the temple of Lü Zu.

The large, solitary moon hangs high, making the scattered, cold stars in the vast sky stand out against it.

The faint scent of incense seemed to linger. Inside the dilapidated house, Lü Xianyang kowtowed repeatedly, each kowtow landing with a resounding thud, like metal or stone striking the heart, or thunder appearing in the long night.

"No..."

Zhang Fan was taken aback by Lü Xianyang's sudden action, but before he could stop him, the young man had already performed the grand ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows.

Looking at Lü Xianyang, whose eyes were clear and filled with expectation, Zhang Fan was filled with emotion.

This child's talent is truly exceptional.

Especially that unadorned, childlike heart, pure and natural, untainted by worldly dust, with a clear and agile mind, subtly in harmony with the wondrous perception of heaven and earth.

Such innate talent is truly one in ten thousand. If nurtured, even in this degenerate age, it is likely that he could achieve great merit and accomplishments.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt a pang of emotion.

The two were separated by thousands of miles and were destined never to cross paths.

However, because he had suffered a life-or-death ordeal and ended up here, he met this young man and took refuge in this dilapidated Lüzu Temple. He was also healed by Lüzu's legacy, and his unintentional transmission of the Dharma made the young man want to become his disciple.

This encounter was truly a matter of fate, as if the master-disciple relationship was guiding us from the shadows.

“You have good aptitude and your temperament is also suitable for cultivation, surpassing mine back then,” Zhang Fan said softly.

He could tell that Lü Xianyang was mature beyond his years, with a resolute and steady character, making him most suitable for cultivating Taoism.

In comparison, Zhang Fan, at his age, was too sharp and unconventional, which led him to take many detours.

“Unfortunately, I am currently in the midst of a great calamity, a fugitive on the run, barely able to protect myself. If you follow me, you will only invite disaster upon yourself and be implicated.” Zhang Fan shook his head and sighed softly.

He is now a wanted criminal by the Dao Alliance, and the "Sect Leader" of the Wuwei Sect in the eye of the storm. He has enemies all over the world, and his road ahead is full of dangers. It can be said that every step is fraught with peril.

To keep this pure-hearted and exceptionally talented youth by one's side would be tantamount to throwing a bright pearl into a sea of ​​blood and mud. Not only would it fail to protect him, but it would also bring him a series of calamities, and he might not even be able to save his life.

"Without enduring countless tribulations, how can one attain the secret to immortality?" Lü Xianyang said without getting up.

"If my master had not faced such a calamity, how could we have met? If I had not suffered so many hardships in my youth and fallen into a sea of ​​suffering, how could I have become my master's disciple?"

Although Lü Xianyang was young, he was clear-headed and insightful, as if he had already seen through the vicissitudes of life and witnessed the cycle of birth and death, and the natural order of things.

Such sensitivity, such insight, such mystery…

"The wisdom of a reincarnated immortal!" Zhang Fan sighed as he looked at Lü Xianyang.

Lu Xianyang, despite his young age and lack of cultivation, possessed a pure heart, his primordial spirit untouched by ignorance, with a glimmer of spiritual light that burned like a lamp in his heart, much like the reincarnations of immortals and patriarchs in ancient legends.

"You are so young, yet you already understand such principles. Your resolve is firm, and it seems you are determined to never give up."

Zhang Fan quickly made up his mind and couldn't help but sigh.

"Our fate is such that even though I am in the midst of a calamity, I do not wish to see a bright pearl covered in dust."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan looked at Lü Xianyang with gentle eyes.

“With Lu Zu standing three feet above your head, from this day forward, you shall be under my name. When I escape this great calamity, we shall meet again. If your Daoist heart remains unchanged at that time, you shall be my disciple, Zhang Fan.”

These words struck like a thunderclap, resounding with unwavering force.

Lu Xianyang's eyes were clear, like the vast sky, the starlight never fading, and like a thousand mountains and a hundred peaks, unshakable by heaven and earth.

"I will remember Master's teachings."

Lu Xianyang knew that Zhang Fan's words were a way to preserve his life and that he did not want him to die before he could rise. So he immediately kowtowed again and worshipped him.

"I never imagined that I would have a disciple at such a young age. What a coincidence! It seems that it was Lu Zu who guided me!"

Zhang Fan sighed inwardly. How could he have imagined that on this perilous journey, he would find himself with a new disciple in the Lüzu Temple?

"The path of cultivation is always step by step. Even those with exceptional talent cannot achieve enlightenment overnight, unless they are like the great sages in history who did not cultivate magic but only understood the principles of Tao. They comprehended the Tao day and night and thus became saints in one step."

Zhang Fan looked at Lü Xianyang and suddenly spoke softly.

Throughout history, great sages and wise men have never practiced supernatural powers or magic; to them, those were merely minor paths.

What they studied and realized was the true Tao, the true principle, which is in accordance with human affairs and in harmony with nature.

One can learn the Way in a day or two, and achieve sainthood in a small space.

Unfortunately, such great sages are few and far between, even in the long river of time.

Even if an ordinary person possesses extraordinary talent, they must still cultivate step by step.

“Times have changed. Your foundation is shallow, and now you’ve become my disciple. If you don’t grow up soon, I’m afraid that day will never come,” Zhang Fan sighed.

Becoming his disciple means facing countless calamities and imminent enemies. Without sufficient strength, becoming ashes is only a matter of time.

This was Lü Xianyang's choice, and naturally, it became his destiny.

“I’m going to send you into a calamity,” Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"A calamity?" Lu Xianyang was taken aback.

"Didn't you just say that a calamity is both a death sentence and an elixir of immortality? The greater the calamity, the greater the destiny. If you can withstand this calamity, you can make rapid progress in a short period of time."

"This is stealing the secrets of heaven." Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly turned as cold as a frozen pool.

Stealing the secrets of heaven means seizing a sliver of life amidst a raging inferno, achieving extraordinary feats and attaining the pinnacle of creation.

"Are you scared?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid either," Lü Xianyang said in a deep voice.

"What does this mean?" Zhang Fan asked.

"With my master's protection, I naturally have no taboos and no fears; this is what it means to be fearless."

“But I’m also afraid that the calamity isn’t great enough, and the luck isn’t strong enough to turn the calamity into good fortune.” Lu Xianyang’s eyes were clear and fearless, and his words were firm and resolute.

"Good boy."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and a wisp of golden substance, as thin as a spider's thread yet dazzlingly bright, quietly condensed at his fingertips, seemingly containing supreme creation and pure thoughts.

This wisp of golden substance was the residue from when he had just refined the incense's spiritual power; he originally intended it to be used to save his life in a critical moment.

hum...

Zhang Fan slowly extended his hand and landed on Lü Xianyang's head.

Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.

The thin wisp of golden substance, like a serpent, disappeared into Lü Xianyang's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

In an instant, Lü Xianyang's body trembled violently, and a look of pain and struggle appeared on his face.

His mind trembled, his primordial spirit leaped, and the intense aura almost overwhelmed him. The newly formed fire dragon form let out a deafening roar.

The golden substance was the essence that Zhang Fan extracted from the vast incense and vow power using the [Divine Demon Holy Embryo], and it can be described as a heaven-defying substance.

It contains the purest faith, which is both the supreme medicine and a terrible tribulation for cultivators. Those with weak wills will have a sudden thought arise, and all thoughts will fly by. Demonic signs will appear, and all karma will be turned into tribulations. If they are not careful, they will fall into the eternal darkness and be trapped in the abyss. Even worse, their innate primordial spirit will be buried in that golden substance.

"Roar……"

Lu Xianyang let out a strange roar, a sound filled with anger, fear, and agitation...

At the same time, his body seemed to be burning, his life force seemed to be constantly being drawn away and burned out in the golden substance, and the innate radiance in his mind was about to burst open, and he fell into complete frenzy.

"Your life is at stake. If you touch this golden substance, your primordial spirit will sink, and you will lose your life."

“You haven’t studied the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, so you shouldn’t have touched it…” Zhang Fan looked at Lü Xianyang with an indifferent expression. “But if you want to become my disciple, without one in ten thousand talent and destiny, you might as well die here.”

The moment the golden substance entered the body, it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up towering waves!

Countless chaotic thoughts, illusions, obsessions, desires... like a multitude of demonic manifestations, raged and roared wildly within Lü Xianyang's mind, trying to drag his pure primordial spirit into boundless darkness.

Zhang Fan just watched silently.

Stealing the secrets of heaven, stealing the secrets of heaven, how easy is it to steal the secrets of heaven?
Becoming his disciple meant facing countless calamities. Without that incredible luck and talent, it would have been better to die today, at Zhang Fan's hands.

“This is your fate!” Zhang Fan frowned.

Lu Xianyang's aura grew weaker and weaker, and the light of his primordial spirit was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished in the golden substance in the blink of an eye.

"Is our fate so shallow?" Zhang Fan sighed inwardly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Rumble…

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Lu Xianyang's previously contorted expression of pain subsided in an instant.

A strange sound emanated from his mind, like a dragon's roar or a sword's cry, turning and twisting endlessly, never to be defeated.

In a daze, his primordial spirit was not devoured by the calamity-like thoughts, but instead became as clear as crystal under the tempering of the golden substance.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up as he saw that Lü Xianyang's primordial spirit had changed completely. A fire dragon suddenly rose up, as if it had transformed into a sharp sword light, illuminating all illusions and severing all kinds of calamities.

Once the mind of Tao arises, demonic appearances immediately appear.

Entering all eons in an instant, transcending them in a blink!
Rumble…

Lu Xianyang's primordial spirit shone even brighter, and the fire dragon underwent mysterious changes. In an instant, even the statue of Lu Zu on the altar of the main hall trembled involuntarily, resonating with Lu Xianyang's primordial spirit.

His primordial spirit shone brightly, neither gold nor white, but a clear, translucent light brimming with boundless vitality! Faintly, strange phenomena appeared around that primordial spirit:
"Incredible!" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up again.

The primordial spirit saw a fire dragon soaring, seemingly coming from the statue of Lu Zu, or perhaps rising from the primordial spirit of Lu Xianyang, hovering three feet above its head in the void.

In that strange phenomenon, Lü Xianyang's aura underwent an incredible change. His mind became clear, his primordial spirit transformed, and his perception of the energy of heaven and earth became incredibly sharp and intimate. He directly stepped into a profound realm that many cultivators sought but could not attain.

"You really are not a human being!" Zhang Fan's gaze became extremely intense.

He had anticipated that Lü Xianyang was exceptionally talented, but he never expected him to be so gifted.

This cannot be described as mere innate talent; it is as if a celestial being has been reincarnated, or as if Lu Zu has been reborn.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Fan said "good" three times in a row, his eyes filled with uncontrollable admiration and joy.

He seemed to see, in this degenerate age, a seed of the Dao destined to illuminate the world, quietly sprouting in this dilapidated temple, and bursting forth with its first ray of astonishing light.

Rumble…

Lu Xianyang's primordial spirit is still undergoing transformation, and the statue of Lu Zu resonates with it.

In the resonance, the golden substance spread out like a torrent, becoming increasingly intense and vast, with golden light soaring into the sky and filling the entire room, enveloping Zhang Fan and Lü Xianyang.

hum...

In an instant, a very strange connection formed between Zhang Fan and Lü Xianyang.

Countless thoughts intertwined and arose among them.

The arising and ceasing of thoughts occur in an instant, transcending time and mountains and rivers.

In a daze, Zhang Fan saw many lights and shadows.

Some of those lights and shadows come from the past, some are in the present, and some seem to be in the distant future.

Thoughts, like quantum entanglement, are interconnected and linked.

Rumble…

Just then, a scene flashed before his eyes, as if a thought had been planted in Zhang Fan's mind and appeared before his eyes.

It was the dead of night, in front of the Lüzu Temple.

The Lüzu Temple no longer appears dilapidated; it seems to have been restored long ago.

Under the bright moonlight, figures moved about, and rustling sounds echoed outside the temple. In an instant, they formed a net that completely surrounded the Lüzu Temple.

"You shouldn't have come."

Just then, a slightly weathered voice came from the temple, filled with regret and helplessness.

"I never would have guessed that you, whose Taoist skills are unparalleled in this world and who are among the best, would be hiding in this small temple."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the darkness, carrying a deep sense of solemnity and apprehension.

"Back then, it was right here that my master bestowed upon me his teachings and imparted his wisdom. So what's so strange about me returning here now?!"

That slightly weary voice rang out again: "You can leave now. I'm a bit tired today and don't want to kill anyone."

“Lu Xianyang, everyone says you are the reincarnation of Lu Zu, but I don’t quite believe it.”

Suddenly, the icy voice did not back down, but instead spoke coldly.

"King Huo, among the masters of White Crane Temple, your cultivation is not high, but you have the longest life. Is it because you have the longest life that you've come here to die today?"

"Hahaha, as expected of that man's disciple, your arrogance is beyond belief. Do you think you're invincible?"

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavens and earth trembled, and the bright moon in the sky seemed to lose its luster.

Everyone's thoughts stopped at that moment. Suddenly, a large, hairy hand reached out from the darkness. The hand seemed capable of obscuring the sky and shifting the stars. A terrifying aura swallowed everything around it.

"A naturally born spiritual being!?"

The crowd was horrified, their trembling eyes staring at the imperceptible darkness, unable to even glimpse the true face of the figure.

Rumble…

Just then, the temple gate of Lüzu Temple opened, and a man walked out. He had a stubble beard, and his loose Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. His deep eyes held the vicissitudes of life.

"Lu Xianyang, today we will exterminate all the remaining traitors of the mortal sect." Huo Fawang's voice rang out again, tinged with determination and sarcasm.

Rumble…

The hairy hand grew even more terrifying, and the world seemed to disappear at that moment.

He could cover the sky with one hand, and the sun and moon would vanish.

"Since my master is not here, I can only take his place and become invincible."

The man with the weathered look in his eyes remained calm, murmuring softly.

Suddenly, his fingertips twitched slightly, and he looked up at the sky.

Rumble…

Just then, a terrifying sword light descended from the sky. The sword was concealed, its wood ancient and simple, yet it possessed a vast and pure yang energy that soared to the heavens.

"Pure Yang Sword, are you truly the reincarnation of Lu Zu?"

Suddenly, in the darkness, that cold voice resounded once more, carrying a deep sense of solemnity and shock.

(End of this chapter)