Pure Yang!

Chapter 517 The New Three Corpse Taoist

The next day, evening.

As the last rays of dawn faded, the darkness, like thick ink, swiftly engulfed the earth.

In the desolate wilderness, the dilapidated Lüzu Temple stood alone on a slope. The crumbling walls resembled a grotesque skeleton in the twilight. The temple was surrounded by secret seals from the Dao Alliance experts, and an invisible aura acted like a net, isolating the inside from the outside.

"He's ruthless and domineering, truly a formidable figure."

Just then, a cold voice rang out in the temple, making the lingering chill and gloom in the air even more intense.

A few pale rays of moonlight peeked through the holes in the roof, like a spotlight on a stage, illuminating the figures lying haphazardly inside the hall.

A middle-aged man dressed in a purplish-black Taoist robe was standing in front of Zhao Shanhe's corpse.

His face was square and imposing, exuding authority without anger. His eyes flashed with a sharp light as they opened and closed, and he naturally radiated the dignity of a superior just by standing there.

Qin Tiandeng, as the president of the Dao Alliance of Beihe Province, is a master of the Zhai Shou realm and the sixth level of the Inner Core stage. He can see many things from the injuries on this corpse.

Not only Zhao Shanhe, but also Zhao Qiming, Liu Ruyan, Huang Sanpo, and many other experts from the Qinhuang City Dao Alliance lay on the ground, all with ashen faces and barely breathing.

Their souls have been lost, leaving only empty shells. They can breathe but not exhale. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they are already in a vegetative state, devoid of consciousness. As time goes by, their physical bodies will eventually decay, turning them into walking corpses.

“Replenishing the primordial spirit is a great medicine. I originally thought that the title of Wuwei Sect Master was just a fictitious facade. Now it seems that this young man is truly not to be underestimated.”

"At such a young age, he has already attained such skill and ability!?"

Qin Tiandeng's expression was solemn as he looked at Zhao Shanhe's dantian. The open wound was shocking, clearly indicating that someone had forcibly torn it open with almost overwhelming force, seizing his inner core.

Such domineering ruthlessness made even the leader of the Dao Alliance in Beihe Province twitch and lose his composure!
"This kid... his injuries have healed!? That shouldn't be the case."

Just then, a richly dressed man spoke up. His appearance was not particularly outstanding, but his brows and eyes exuded an air of superiority. At this moment, his expression was solemn, and his eyes were filled with deep suspicion.

Yuan Baitian, as a special inspector from four provinces, knew Zhang Fan's situation better than anyone else present.

In the battle at Yujing River Beach, it was already a rare miracle that this boy was able to escape from Fan Lingzhou and Yuan Tiandu. Logically speaking, he should be seriously injured and on the verge of death now. How could he still have such strength?
They kill without hesitation, with no taboos whatsoever!

"During the day, you came from the capital, you're well-informed. What is the true extent of Zhang Fan's background? Why is it different from what the intelligence reports said?"

Just then, Qin Tiandeng spoke.

Yuan Baitian, born into the illustrious Yuan family of Shangjing, is also the nephew of the Celestial Master Yuan Tiandu. He is at the top of the fasting realm and has reached the sixth level of inner alchemy. Logically speaking, he should have more comprehensive information.

"This... could it be that he has a master by his side?" Yuan Baitian pondered, unsure.

"Qin Tiandeng, what's so surprising? Don't you know this brat's background?"

Just then, a figure walked over from in front of the dilapidated statue of Lu Zu. The dim moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the exquisite features of the man. His features were more beautiful than most women.

However, this breathtaking beauty was marred by a horrifying scar. The scar cut diagonally down from the left side of her forehead, disappearing into her temple. Even her left eye, which should have been as clear as autumn water, was now just an empty, sunken hole.

"What insightful opinion do you have, fellow Daoist?"

Qin Tiandeng looked at the newcomer, his tone becoming much more gentle. Clearly, even as the president of the Dao Alliance of Beihe Province, he had to be humble and treat this person with courtesy.

There is no other reason...

Leng Canxiang is a master from Mount Kongtong.

Mount Kongtong is one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world. It has always been mysterious and low-key. He is also at the top level of the fasting realm and has completed the seventh stage of inner alchemy. In terms of cultivation, no one present can probably surpass him.

"Fellow Daoist, can't you guess? This kid's surname is Zhang..." Leng Canxiang said in a deep voice.

"Surname Zhang!?" Qin Tiandeng raised an eyebrow, a sense of surprise rising within him.

The official letter of assistance issued by the Dao Alliance did not mention the background of this young man named Zhang Fan.

Last name Zhang?

Leng Canxiang's simple reminder contained a wealth of information.

"He is the son of the Great Spirit Sect King!"

Each word seemed to burst forth from between Leng Canxiang's teeth, the sound like ice shards rubbing together.

He raised his hand to touch the hideous scar on his face, and a chilling glint flashed in his intact right eye.

Upon hearing this, Qin Tiandeng's brows twitched, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Everyone else's gaze was also focused on this expert from Mount Kongtong.

Back when the Southern Zhang clan was destroyed, the Dao Alliance General Association organized experts from all over the country to do everything in their power to kill the Great Spirit Sect King. The scene was very similar to the current siege of Zhang Fan!
Leng Canxiang was one of the participants back then.

He was originally a famous handsome man and a dashing Taoist priest from Mount Kongtong, but due to that brutal chase, his face was disfigured and he lost an eye.

From then on, his obsession took root. His hatred for Zhang Lingzong and the shadow of that defeat became like a demon in his heart, entangled by his past karma. In just over twenty years, he actually managed to step into the realm of Zhaishou.

Originally, with Leng Canxiang's talent, there was no way he could ever reach the threshold of the Zhai Shou realm in this lifetime, let alone after experiencing this great calamity, his obsession had been aroused, and his consciousness was restless.

It should be understood that for ordinary people, once an obsession arises, it is like a demon in their heart, their primordial spirit is trapped in karmic obstacles, their cultivation regresses, and they may even fall into a deep, dark abyss.

However, thoughts are both a great tribulation and a great medicine in spiritual practice!

Aside from the legendary "Divine Demon Holy Embryo," only one in ten thousand can refine demons to achieve enlightenment, breaking free from the shackles of obsession.

Leng Canxiang is the latter.

That is why, when he was a guest of the Dao Alliance in Beihe Province, he happened to be there and heard the news, which is why he was willing to follow Qin Tiandeng.

"So they are remnants of the Southern Zhang lineage? The fortune of this lineage is truly as vast as the heavens. They produced a Great Spirit King, and now they have produced such a monstrous talent."

Just then, the last person emerged from the deeper shadows.

He was tall and thin, with an unhealthy, extremely pale complexion, as if he had never seen the sun all year round and had just stepped out of an ice cellar. He exuded a faint chill, and even getting close to him made you feel the temperature drop sharply.

Feng Qinghan, Vice President of the Daoist Alliance of Nanhe Province, is at the Zhai Shou realm, with the cultivation level of the fifth stage of Inner Alchemy.

Four masters gathered at the Lüzu Temple.

In less than 24 hours, these four top experts from the four provinces of Hebei and Shanxi arrived at the scene and quickly analyzed the situation and the opponent's condition.

"Special Envoy Yuan, even if this kid hasn't fully recovered from his injuries, he probably has other experts by his side. I want to ask, is the so-called Wuwei Sect Master really real?" Feng Qinghan said in a deep voice.

Although he didn't believe that someone so young could sit in the position of Wuwei Sect Master, the fact that the Dao Alliance had mobilized so much power suggested that it couldn't be simply dismissed as a remnant of the Southern Zhang clan.

If they are truly involved with the Wuwei Sect, then they will be facing more than just this young man.

"So what if he is? So what if he isn't? This child's nature is already like that of a demon! If left unchecked, he will surely become a great evil! It is our duty to act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate him!"

Yuan Baitian spoke, his tone carrying the characteristic disdain of a scion of a powerful family, along with a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

Feng Qinghan paused for a moment, a barely perceptible chill rising on his pale face: "In that case, with the four of us experts gathered together, we can pursue that young man with all our might. He shouldn't have escaped very far."

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Feng Qinghan's words, however, were driven by ulterior motives.

The former president of the Dao Alliance in Nanhe Province is about to retire. If he can achieve great merit in this arrest, being promoted to the new president is merely a formality. Within 24 hours, only these four top experts have arrived here.

This is the advantage of having the upper hand.

Fortune favors the bold. Feng Qinghan bet that the young man was not the leader of the Wuwei Sect at all. No matter how extraordinary he was, with the combined strength of the four masters, how could they not defeat a rising star?

One who has reached the seventh level of inner alchemy.

Both have reached the sixth level of internal alchemy.

One who has reached the fifth level of Inner Alchemy.

Such a lineup would be invincible in any province, and even in ancient times, it would be enough to establish a sect and occupy a blessed land.

“Vice President Feng, do you think this is child’s play? You think you can just try again if you fail?” Yuan Baitian raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Others may not know, but he does. At the Yujing River Beach, even the dignified abbot Fan Lingzhou almost missed seeing that young man. Now that this man's strength has probably recovered considerably, what can the four of them do if they join forces?

If you fail to catch the other party, you might alert them and suffer more losses than gains.

"Let's play it safe," Yuan Baitian decided.

"The best course of action now is to pinpoint their location, await reinforcements, and strike with overwhelming force to eliminate them in one decisive blow!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, sensing an uncontrollable sharpness and ruthlessness in Yuan Baitian's words.

The powerful ally mentioned by this special envoy may very well be the high and mighty Abbot.

"For a young man to be treated this way by the Dao Alliance, even if he dies, he will be famous for generations to come." Feng Qinghan suppressed his thoughts and sighed inwardly.

"President Qin, we will need your continued attention to the tracking matter."

Yuan Baitian looked at Qin Tiandeng. After all, this was the territory of Shanhe Province, and the coordination of experts and all work naturally depended on this person in charge.

"Don't worry, I've already dispatched expert trackers. Even if there's only the slightest clue, they can pinpoint that brat's whereabouts within 24 hours," Qin Tiandeng said in a deep voice.

In their Beihe Province, there are still quite a few talents in this field, many of whom have studied at the ten famous Taoist mountains.

"Ok!"

Yuan Baitian gave a soft "hmm" and showed a satisfied expression.

While others were eager for quick success, he sought stability. As long as he could track down the brat's whereabouts and wait for reinforcements to surround and kill him, he would have accomplished a great feat. There was absolutely no need for him to rush to the front and risk his life.

“Once we find this fiend, he’s doomed,” Yuan Baitian said coldly.

"There's no need to go through all that trouble."

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out in the quiet night, carrying a hint of languor and indifference.

The sound, growing louder as it approached, reached the ears of everyone in the temple with unparalleled clarity.

"Who?"

The four masters immediately became alert. The sound wasn't loud, but when it reached their ears, it was like a thunderclap, vast and extraordinary.

Leng Canxiang, Qin Tiandeng, Yuan Baitian, and Feng Qinghan all looked up and saw a figure suddenly appear in the desolate ancient temple under the hazy moonlight, as if treading on flowing wind and moonlight.

"Pindao..."

"The Three Corpses Taoist!"

A call to action resounded through the dark night, the vastness of heaven and earth, and everything seemed to melt into the utter silence.

Have you not seen Huang Ting holding the scroll by the sea of ​​suffering?

The white bones scattered like smoke.

Seeking the Way is difficult, with many forks in the road; how many have become immortals throughout history?

White clouds drift aimlessly for a thousand years, seasons change and stars shift, and autumn comes and goes.

Looking back, a century of sorrow, only this man stands at the top, who among the heroes of the world can rival him?
The Three Corpses, the Three Corpses, are the foremost among Taoist sects.

When that name was proclaimed, when that mysterious title was re-established, everyone's eyes suddenly trembled.

Once upon a time, that name resounded throughout the world, striking fear into the hearts of Taoists and astonishing mountains and seas. It was the best in the world, unparalleled in its kind.

A cycle of sixty years has passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, there are actually people in this world who still use this real name and adopt it as their pseudonym!?
"Who...who are you? How...how dare you?"

Feng Qinghan raised an eyebrow and cried out in alarm, staring at the lean figure in the hazy night.

"What's there to be afraid of? Aren't you looking for me? Now that I'm standing right in front of you, how could you not recognize me?"

In the darkness of night, the figure took a step forward and landed under the deep moonlight. Before the swaying figure, who else could it be but Zhang Fan?
"Zhang Fan!?"

Qin Tiandeng, Yuan Baitian, Leng Canxiang, and Feng Qinghan, the four masters, trembled violently as they stared at Zhang Fan, who had appeared so brazenly before them, hardly believing their eyes.

This young man possesses a courage as vast as the heavens and a heroic spirit that overwhelms mountains and rivers.

Almost all the experts of the Dao Alliance in Qinhuang City were wiped out by him. After committing such a major crime, he did not leave Qinhuang City. Instead, he returned and lay in wait at the crime scene!
"Good, good, very good! As expected of the remnants of the Southern Zhang clan, they are truly audacious!"

Yuan Baitian clenched his fists, his grim face shifting between shock and anger, his cold voice echoing throughout the temple.

Qin Tiandeng, the leader of the Dao Alliance in Beihe Province, was in turmoil.

Putting everything else aside, he had never seen such a courageous young man in his life.

Such magnanimity, such courage...

"Could he really be the leader of the Wuwei Sect!?"

Suddenly, this strange thought quietly took root in Qin Tiandeng's mind, and once it arose, it was hard to extinguish.

"Are only the four of you experts from the four provinces here?"

Zhang Fan stood there, a chilling glint of light flashing in his deep eyes.

"Zhang Fan, do you dare to walk right into our trap?"

Suddenly, Feng Qinghan shouted, and faced with that sharp gaze, he subconsciously took a step back.

"Someone like you think you can gang up on me and kill me?"

In an instant, Zhang Fan's voice rang in my ears.

Feng Qingliang's expression changed drastically. When he looked up, the young man, who looked like a great demon, was already standing in front of him. He came and went erratically and disappeared without a trace. When his large hand fell, the black and white energies roared like evil dragons. The terrifying aura actually forcibly pulled Feng Qinghan's primordial spirit out of him.

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

(End of this chapter)