Pure Yang!

Chapter 521 A Net of Heaven and Earth! Completely Frenzied Killing (56k long chapter)

The heavens and earth are high and far, and the sun hangs in the sky.

Early winter has arrived, and the weather outside the pass is completely different from that inside.

The north wind, sharp as a knife, howled across the wilderness, whipping up withered grass and dust, creating a desolate and bleak atmosphere between heaven and earth.

"These are truly turbulent times."

Inside a plain-looking black sedan, a deep sigh echoed softly.

Wei Shangxing, the powerful abbot of Laoshan, gazed out the window with calm eyes. The distant mountains had sharp lines, like the jagged skeleton of a giant beast, silently lying beneath the gray-blue sky.

Once you leave Shanhaiguan, the world seems to have transformed.

In just one day and one night, the elite experts from the four provinces of the Dao Alliance had gathered like an iron torrent, and set out to open the first pass under heaven.

“First kill. The Qiulong River shouldn’t be completely frozen yet, right?” Wei Shangxing slowly withdrew his gaze and suddenly said.

"Master Uncle, that should be the case."

Beside him, a young Taoist priest held a map in his hands and nodded.

Wei Shangxing turned his head, his calm gaze falling on the marked map.

"Once you leave Shanhaiguan, you can go downstream along the main channel of the Qiulong River and enter the heart of the area beyond the pass."

"There are only three main roads."

"The northern route follows the river directly, the central route passes through the ancient city of Songtao, and the southern route goes through the Heishui Hills. These three routes eventually converge in the Changbai Mountain area."

Wei Shangxing's gaze darkened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "We took the northern route, so we didn't need to stop and go along the way."

"Senior Uncle, are you referring to that 'Master of Wuwei Sect,' who will go to Changbai Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist priest accompanying him looked somewhat puzzled.

Wei Shangxing's brows furrowed suddenly. He glanced at the young Taoist priest, his gaze like two cold bolts of lightning, carrying a chilling severity.

"This is intelligence from the Dao Alliance. Just do as they say. Also..."

"From now on, never mention the words 'Master of Wuwei Sect' again."

Wei Shangxing's voice was not loud, but it contained the pressure of a powerful abbot, instantly silencing the young Taoist.

"When this news first appeared on that [Xiaodao APP], regardless of whether it was true or false, the Dao Alliance should have nipped it in the bud and done everything in its power to clarify it! And what happened?"

As he finished speaking, a hint of disdain flashed in Wei Shangxing's eyes.

"I don't know what those officials were thinking, making such a big fuss and mobilizing so many people to arrest people. Now that they've caused such a huge commotion, how are they going to clean up this mess?"

As he spoke, Wei Shangxing's tone carried a hint of barely suppressed anger.

Once the banner of the Wuwei Sect Master is raised in blood, even if it was originally fake, it has now become real!

How will cultivators across the land view this?

The remnants of the Wuwei School, dormant for sixty years, probably don't know how to invigorate themselves or how to inspire others!

At this point, the young Taoist priest's face twitched as he recalled the glorious deeds of the "Master of Wuwei Sect" in front of the Lüzu Temple in Qinhuang City these past few days.

The five top experts of the Great Hall and the thirty-seven elite members of the Dao Alliance died and vanished in the blink of an eye, their primordial spirits annihilated.

All that remained at the scene were seven shocking characters written in blood: The murderer was the Three Corpse Taoist.

Those seven words alone were enough to stir up the whole world and make the Taoist community tremble with fear.

It should be noted that since sixty years ago, when the Transcendental Master Jiazi vanquished the demon and killed the Three Corpse Daoist at the summit of Mount Dongyue, the Wuwei Sect went underground and remained silent for a full sixty years.

The world has been at peace for sixty years. For sixty years, no one has dared to act so perversely, defying the world's condemnation, and openly carrying out such a large-scale bloody massacre against the Dao Alliance with such cruel and domineering methods.

Thinking of that hellish scene, and the terror and misfortune behind the title "Three Corpse Taoist," the young Taoist felt an uncontrollable chill and lingering fear rise from the bottom of his heart.

He subconsciously stole a glance at Wei Shangxing beside him, who was sitting with his eyes closed and his aura as deep as a mountain. Only when he felt the powerful aura emanating from the master-level expert did his fear subside slightly.

"That young man is truly like a furnace in the mortal world, undergoing trials and tribulations to refine his body."

Just then, Wei Shangxing let out a sigh for no apparent reason.

The young Taoist priest's heart stirred; he knew that his senior master was referring to the legendary, extremely young leader of the Wuwei Sect.

Having survived such a perilous pursuit and ordeal by the Dao Alliance, how far would this person have grown if he hadn't died?

"The personnel from the four provinces have been divided into groups of two leaders, each leading a team to conduct a comprehensive search along the three main roads in the north, central and south, and then spreading out to the wilderness, villages and forests on both sides of the roads where their whereabouts might be hidden."

Just then, Wei Shangxing suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. He ignored the previous topic and gave the order in a deep voice.

His tone was resolute, with the decisiveness of someone reviewing troops on the battlefield.

"Remember! Once this person's whereabouts are discovered, no one is allowed to act on their own, and absolutely no action is permitted to alert them! Report immediately and await unified instructions!"

"Yes!"

The young Taoist priest was deeply moved and understood immediately.

He instantly understood that his senior uncle Wei was about to lay a net, with the powerful abbot at the forefront, controlling the overall situation and constantly deepening the net, like the closing of a pocket, while numerous senior masters led their elites to spread out, like an open pocket.

In this way, by advancing layer by layer without leaving any gaps, we can minimize the chances of being defeated one by one by the enemy and ensure that we do not repeat the mistake of being wiped out by a single person at the Lu Zu Temple in Qinhuangdao.

“Young man, let’s see if your fate is as lucky as the heavens, or if my way is superior,” Wei Shangxing murmured softly.

……

In the middle of the road, a white SUV was driving on a slightly bumpy road.

Inside the car, a woman sat quietly in the back seat, unmoved.

She was dressed in a simple blue robe, her hair unbound, letting her long, black hair cascade down like a waterfall, only loosely held back with a wooden hairpin. Sitting there, she resembled a renowned blade concealed in an ancient scabbard, its sharpness concealed, yet impossible to ignore, as if once drawn, it would be earth-shattering.

Ye Qiuchan is a master at the level of the abbot of Laojun Mountain.

His name reflects his character; he is as perceptive as a cicada sensing autumn from a single leaf. He reveals true talent in the smallest details and hears thunder in silence.

At this moment, she listened quietly to Wei Shangxing's arrangements for personnel deployment coming through the communicator, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Wei Shangxing is mature and prudent; this arrangement is quite prudent," Ye Qiuchan said calmly.

"Uncle-Master, according to the map, Songtao Ancient City is 500 li ahead."

Beside them, a young girl dressed in a light blue Taoist robe and with her hair in two buns respectfully reported back.

"If that person really wants to go to Changbai Mountain and chooses to take our central route, Songtao Ancient City is an unavoidable place to pass through."

Ye Qiuchan nodded, her gaze seemingly piercing through the car window, looking towards the distant horizon.

"So, Fan Lingzhou took the southern route, the Blackwater Hills line."

Upon hearing this, the girl's face showed a hint of curiosity, and she blinked: "Uncle-Master, I heard that Master Fan is not only a master of the Abbot realm, but also a big shot in President Jiang's inner circle."

"Someone of such high status would actually leave the capital and come to the border region in person?"

Ye Qiuchan's eyes flickered slightly, as if recalling something, and she slowly said, "Fan Lingzhou is indeed a remarkable person."

"He came from a poor family and had no background to rely on. It is said that during the great famine that affected several provinces, he was still young and all his relatives had died. He actually relied on his two legs to travel eight hundred miles across mountains and rivers to reach the capital. Finally, he collapsed in front of the White Crane Temple due to exhaustion."

Perhaps it was fate that he was chosen, for he entered the White Crane Temple by chance, and from then on, like a dragon returning to the sea, he soared to great heights and his achievements were immeasurable.

"It is said that back then he..."

At this point, Ye Qiuchan's voice abruptly stopped.

"It is said? Martial Uncle, it is said what?" The girl listened intently and pressed for an answer.

Ye Qiuchan hesitated for a moment, but seeing the girl's curiosity, she finally said softly, "It is said that... when this person was young, he showed amazing talent in cultivation and once received guidance from the masters of the Southern and Northern Zhang sects."

"Both Zhang and Zhang from the North gave him guidance?" the girl asked in surprise.

"later……"

Ye Qiuchan stopped there and didn't continue.

She had vaguely heard the elders of the sect mention some long-forgotten stories. When the Southern Zhang clan was destroyed, Fan Lingzhou was in Jiangnan.

He is said to be one of the most important inside agents.

However, these matters are too complex and involve many secrets, so it is really not appropriate to explain them in detail to the younger generation.

"Uncle-Master, what happened next?" the girl pressed.

"Those are all things of the past."

Ye Qiuchan waved her hand gently, interrupting her before she could speak, and her tone returned to its previous calm: "Alright, don't get distracted by other things, focus on the present."

As she spoke, her gaze once again fell upon the desolate and vast landscape beyond the Great Wall outside the window, her voice carrying a hint of warning.

"The land beyond the pass is no small matter. When the Three Corpse Daoist was caught in a great calamity and fled to the ends of the earth, he eventually escaped here."

"The Three Corpses Taoist!?"

The girl's spirits lifted; she was naturally familiar with this legendary figure.

Number one in the world, that's truly number one in the world.

"That person... also escaped with their life? And even escaped here?" the girl asked curiously.

“True dragons always rise from humble beginnings; even that one… was once weak…” Ye Qiuchan said calmly.

"He met the most important person in his life outside the Great Wall, which was also a crucial turning point on his spiritual path."

"Who is it?" the girl asked impatiently.

"Li Changsheng!"

Ye Qiuchan slowly uttered a name:
"Li Changsheng!?"

Upon hearing this, the girl looked blank. After thinking for a moment, she finally shook her head: "Who is Li Changsheng? I've never heard of this name."

Ye Qiuchan remained silent, but a sigh rose in her heart.

"Yes, who still remembers that name nowadays?"

Even if that man was once the greatest martial arts master in the world!

Ye Qiuchan's gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time, looking towards a glorious era that could never be traced back. Outside the car, the wind from beyond the Great Wall was still biting, blowing the withered yellow grass, and also seemingly stirring up the glory and loneliness of a bygone era that had been forgotten in the long river of time.

……

Three days passed.

A vast net, composed of the Dao Alliance's elite forces, was spread across this boundless land.

From the banks of the Qiulong River to the edge of the old forest, from major transportation routes to remote villages, almost every inch of land has been repeatedly surveyed, as if to capture the lurking "evil dragon".

However, despite the immense effort and resources expended by the three groups, they achieved nothing.

Zhang Fan seemed to have vanished into thin air.

That night, in the ancient town of Nanshui.

It was early winter, and the north wind howled like a cold knife, scraping across the withered shrubs and low mud-brick houses, emitting a mournful wail.

Most of the houses in the town had already turned off their lights, with only a few windows letting out a dim, yellowish light, like fireflies in the boundless darkness.

The only hotel in town was still lit up. It was more like a simple farmhouse than a hotel. It had already been booked by the Dao Alliance. Dao Alliance Gao, who had been traveling all day, was resting and recuperating.

"Damn it, that kid disappeared as soon as he left the pass."

In the quiet courtyard, the two sat facing each other at a stone table, on which lay wine and meat.

The night wind seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, stopping them a foot away and failing to disturb them in the slightest.

One of them was breathing out hot air and drinking strong liquor. He was slightly overweight, and the large gold chain on his wrist was somewhat dazzling in the dim light.

Xu Tunan, the president of the Daoist Association of Nanhe Province, had long since lost his patience.

He was already nearing retirement age and had no need to get involved in this mess, but this was an order from the highest authority, and Feng Qinghan, the vice president of the Daoist Alliance of Nanhe Province, had also died in front of the Lüzu Temple. For both public and private reasons, he had no choice but to come.

"Damn it, I don't know where this son of a bitch came from to become the leader of the Wuwei Sect," Xu Tunan cursed.

"President Xu has extensive connections; surely he knows Zhang Fan's background?"

Just then, the man sitting opposite spoke. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, like a schoolteacher. However, there was a hideous and twisted scar on his forehead, like a centipede, which ruined his overall scholarly demeanor.

Wei Jixian, a master from Baihe Temple, looked at the restless Xu Tunan and poured him a full cup of wine.

"The Dao Alliance General Association's official letter was vague, only saying that he was a wanted criminal and deliberately concealing his background information. Obviously, they didn't want to amplify the impact. How would I know?" Xu Tunan waved his hand.

His mind is now set on retirement.

"hehe."

Wei Jixian chuckled and said, "President Xu isn't unaware, he just doesn't want to know."

"Right now, they're probably only thinking about landing safely, aren't they?!"

Xu Tunan's face twitched slightly, but he just smiled, ate peanuts, and drank wine.

"President Xu, this person is of great importance. If we can catch him this time, you might be able to rise a little higher before you step down."

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Xu Tunan's narrowed eyes.

His life is basically over. If he can achieve one more great feat before retiring, his treatment and posthumous fame will be completely different. Even if he doesn't think about himself, he should think about future generations.

"Brother Wei, you're from Baihe Temple in the capital. Tell me the truth, what's this kid's background?"

“His surname is Zhang!” Wei Jixian said solemnly.

As he spoke, he dipped his finger in the wine in his cup and slowly wrote a single character on the stone table…

"South!?"

Xu Tunan was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "He's a remnant of the Southern Zhang clique!?"

"Not bad!"

Wei Jixian affirmed, lowering his voice, "This kid is not only a remnant of the Southern Zhang clan, but also the biological son of that Great Spirit Sect King!"

"Tell me, wouldn't it be a tremendous achievement if we caught him?"

Xu Tunan suddenly realized, and the hesitation in his eyes was instantly replaced by a greedy gleam, his breathing becoming more rapid.

However, his excitement quickly faded, and he frowned again: "We've searched for so long, and we haven't even seen a ghost. It's like the little devil has vanished..."

"President Xu, please calm down."

"His pockets are already bulging. With the three abbots clearing the way, unless he has the ability to fly or escape, he will be forced out sooner or later."

"Once we find his trail, hmph, that kid's dead meat!" Wei Jixian said confidently.

"Oh? So how exactly did you die?"

Just then, a faint, indifferent voice rang out, like the cold wind of a winter night, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

"who!?"

Wei Jixian and Xu Tunan's expressions changed drastically. Like cats whose tails had been stepped on, they sprang up from the stone bench and looked in the direction of the sound.

At the intersection of the cool moonlight and the hotel lights, a figure had appeared there silently, as if he had always been there, blending into the night.

Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?!
"Zhang...you...how could this be..."

Wei Jixian's expression changed drastically, and a storm of shock surged in his heart. He could hardly believe his eyes.

With powerful sect leaders clearing the way ahead and a dense network of searches deployed behind them, how could Zhang Fan possibly appear silently and undetected in their core encampment?

"Is it strange? Actually, I've always been in Qinhuang City," Zhang Fan said calmly, observing the changes in their expressions.

"I watched your large group of people march out of Shanhaiguan in a grand procession. Then, I followed behind you all the way here."

Upon hearing this, the two masters were struck dumb, utterly shocked.

No wonder they had been searching aimlessly for the past three days without any results. It turned out that this person had not fled forward at all, but had instead boldly circled around to their rear, hanging like a ghost at the very back of their group.

This assessment of the situation, the methods used to conceal their whereabouts, and the audacity to venture into the lion's den are simply terrifying to the extreme.

"you……"

Wei Jixian's face trembled, his fear of Zhang Fan reaching its peak.

With such qualities, coupled with the bloody victory in front of the Lüzu Temple, the method standing in front of them was no longer a young upstart, but truly the Wuwei Sect Master, the Three Corpses Daoist.

Thinking of this, Wei Jixian's trembling hand reached into his pocket and touched the cold phone.

"No need to bother."

Zhang Fan chuckled and interrupted, as if he had seen through his intentions, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"The nearest group of men is thirty miles away."

"I just finished tidying up and came over."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan produced a strange black iron piece in his hand, its sharp edge barely visible, already more than two and a half inches long.

In the distance, Wang Tao stood in the darkness, staring intently at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with nothing but awe.

In one night, he traveled two hundred miles and destroyed four strongholds of the Dao Alliance. Eight powerful leaders of the Zhai Sect had already died at his hands.

This man treated someone who had achieved great success in cultivating their life force as a powerful elixir to be freely extracted.

What is given by Heaven, he takes for himself.

"His talent has already been revealed; could he really ascend to such a high position?!"

At that moment, an irrepressible thought arose in Wang Tao's mind.

"Zhang Fan, what do you want?" Wei Jixian cried out.

"How could someone at the esteemed Master of the Abode ask such a foolish question?" Zhang Fan murmured.

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, an incomparably terrifying, ferocious aura, seemingly originating from the primordial era, suddenly surged from Zhang Fan's body!

The shock on Wei Jixian and Xu Tunan's faces instantly turned into boundless fear.

They seemed to see both the long daylight and the endless night, a stark contrast between black and white, where heaven and earth were enveloped in a vast, boundless chaos that swallowed everything.

They wanted to resist, to struggle, but in the face of this power that was beyond the comprehension of the Zhaishou realm, all their actions seemed so pale and powerless!

"No!"

Two desperate screams had just escaped their lips...

The next moment, their primordial spirits and inner cores uncontrollably detached from their bodies and soared into the sky...

Not only them, but all the Dao Alliance elites who were resting in the hotel, regardless of their cultivation level, had their primordial spirits forcibly extracted at this moment.

Some people, even while still asleep, lose consciousness completely.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan's body was like a furnace, swallowing the primordial spirit, absorbing the inner core, refining the life-giving elixir, and nourishing the black iron plate in his palm.

hum...

The iron plate shone with a dark, intense light, its edges sharp and dark as an abyss, radiating a greedy and pleasurable aura, like a bottomless black hole, frantically absorbing and devouring the essence of life.

It was faintly growing towards three inches.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan remained calm, put away the black iron piece that was still transforming, and turned to leave.

"Where to?" Wang Tao couldn't help but ask.

"Kill the abbot!"

Zhang Fan's words, like a mournful dirge, dissipated into the howling north wind, and also shook the trembling heartstrings of Wang Tao.

(End of this chapter)