[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267110,4427,"Chapter 10: In Qingwei Palace, Two Days Apart","pure-yang-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>Bright moonlight, quiet deep mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the babbling stream, Jiang Lai sat cross-legged on a green stone, short hair cut to her shoulders, slender frame, delicate bones, her clear eyes glancing like the depths of an empty valley, radiating a touch of spiritual grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan remained silent; this was their third meeting...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each encounter always led to an unimaginable situation; whenever he looked up, he felt this woman was untouched by worldly dust, ethereal and almost illusory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last night... was that giant snake real?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but voice his doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soul out of the body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Lai lifted her beautiful eyes slightly, her tone cold, uttering only four words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I really see my soul? Is cultivation real...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan pondered; since entering Zhenwu Mountain, everything he’d encountered had been beyond belief. Though he’d already suspected as much, hearing the words “soul out of the body” still stirred his heart deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just now...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan raised his hand, staring at his right arm, recalling the change moments ago, his expression turning hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The soul draws moonlight; qi resonates, transforming into dragon and serpent...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Lai’s gaze swept over Zhang Fan, as if observing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the initial stir, the spirit manifests; through nurturing the soul, all yin impurities are purified, and the body undergoes wondrous transformations, gaining strange powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon-serpent transformation is equivalent to successful Foundation Establishment, corresponding to the [Qi Gong] rank among the Nine Stages of Manifestation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultivation is so miraculous...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan pondered; he felt his body was now much lighter, his strength noticeably increased, his hearing and vision sharper—even able to hear insects crawling beneath the soil...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My arm just grew scales... I won’t turn into a snake, will I?” Zhang Fan recalled his own transformation and grew anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold to the One as the universal way...” Jiang Lai lowered her eyelids, speaking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hold to the One as the universal way is to emulate nature, giving rise to myriad methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be as supple as an infant, to breathe like a turtle or serpent, to endure like pine and cypress, to live and die like a mayfly... ultimately, all methods return to One, culminating in the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Methods differ, but that is not the most important thing; only “holding to the One” matters—no matter the lineage, no matter the transformation... there is truly no difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold to the One as the universal way...” Zhang Fan murmured, savoring the phrase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Lai rose slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingwei Palace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Jiang Lai leapt upward, like a forest deer, vanishing into the boundless night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan followed close behind; in moments, the old, dilapidated palace appeared before him—clearly the very place he and Li Yi had tried and failed to enter before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Qingwei Palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll be safe here...\" Jiang Lai said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Zhang Fan instinctively glanced back; since this was Zhenwu Mountain, the Gan brothers wouldn’t dare follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Lai leapt again, directly vaulting over the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait... you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhang Fan pushed off the ground; the three-meter-high wall, once requiring Li Yi’s shoulder to climb, he cleared in one bound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was astonished by his own transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the front courtyard, the ancient well stood alone amid wild grass; under the moonlight, Zhang Fan saw the stone slab pressing over the well’s mouth, inscribed with complex talismanic patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is there no one here?” Zhang Fan followed Jiang Lai all the way to the rear hall courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Legend says this is where Zhenwu attained the Dao... few come here normally...\" Jiang Lai said coolly. \"So big a reputation?\" Zhang Fan blinked, unable to help studying the unremarkable palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not package it up and open it to the public?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenwu attained the Dao” alone—just a little promotion, and it’d be like Qin Shi Huang eating Sichuan pepper: total win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would you open your family’s ancestral graves as a tourist attraction?\" Jiang Lai said coolly, not turning her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the ticket’s two hundred and eighty... maybe worth considering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a stern voice rang from afar; lights in the courtyard flared on, and two Daoists—one tall and thin, one short and fat—stepped out, flashlights blazing, shining directly at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t misunderstand... we’re allies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan quickly raised his hand to shield his eyes, then sidestepped: “Jiang Lai, explain to them...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, he froze—his side was empty; Jiang Lai was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? How dare you intrude into Qingwei Palace in the dead of night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall, thin Daoist held his flashlight, eyes sharp with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take him first, ask later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short, fat Daoist stepped forward; a gust of wind surged like a tiger descending the mountain, and in an instant he was before Zhang Fan, his fleshy hand reaching for his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, Zhang Fan reacted instinctively, his body contracting sharply, retreating backward like a serpent—evading the fat Daoist’s grasp in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon-serpent transformation... you’re truly of the Daoist sect...” The fat Daoist’s expression changed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a reaction, such speed—only someone who’d crossed into Manifestation, achieved the dragon-serpent transformation, and reached the [Qi Gong] rank could evade his grab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the fat Daoist clenched both fists into a clasping posture, then his throat convulsed as he let out a thunderous roar—like a sudden bell toll, deafening and piercing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Startling Bell Roar!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Zhenwu Mountain’s Daoist methods, there are the “Twelve Roars,” paired with hand seals, specifically to subdue ghosts and spirits... “Startling Bell Roar” is one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Zhang Fan’s face turned pale; his head buzzed, thoughts scattered, his spirit unmoored—before he could recover, the fat Daoist had closed in, seized his clothes, and hoisted him high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a cold voice rang through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat Daoist paused slightly, then gently lowered Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, he...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu You, Wu Wei—step back. This is Zhenwu Mountain. No one’s arrival should stir your spirit so. Where have your daily qi-nurturing practices gone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold voice spoke again; Zhang Fan recognized it, steadied his mind, and looked up—there was a familiar face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Broken Precept Daoist!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day Zhang Fan and Li Yi had spied on Qingwei Palace, it was this Daoist who kindly advised them to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken Precept Daoist, startled by Zhang Fan calling his name, froze for a moment, then scrutinized him; after a pause, he remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You? You... how could you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Broken Precept Daoist’s expression changed drastically; his eyes widened, fixed on Zhang Fan. Even after years of cultivation, his heart surged uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered: two days ago, Zhang Fan had been nothing but an ordinary tourist, a mortal who’d wandered into the palace...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two days passed—how could he...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1153,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6ed83b7a6044d666dbe7caf6ecb940f827a8ee9f7d6008e7699c6be015b54e22","pure-yang-chapter-11","pure-yang-chapter-9",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]