[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-112":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},2267212,4427,"Chapter 112: The Unconcerned Disciple! The Human Xiao Yuanshen","pure-yang-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Yujing City, Guangming Road No. 381, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eight a.m., Zhang Fan had just arrived at the office when Old Yu dragged him here in the Five Spirit Rainbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even prisoners get sentence reductions—workers only get overtime… it’s not even work hours yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan checked his phone—it was only half past eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu, why did you bring me here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The boss’s orders,” Yu Fu said, parking the car and searching for a spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard it’s because the Wuwei Sect has been causing trouble lately, and the Daoist Alliances across the provinces are short-staffed,” Jiang Hu whispered from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Alliances across the provinces, lacking personnel, began borrowing experts from major mountain sects and temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng and Pojie were borrowed from Zhenwu Mountain—recently, the Thirteen Zodiacs had appeared frequently in Jiangnan Province, so they came all the way from Jiangbei Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does this have to do with us?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The boss’s business isn’t just registered with the Industry and Commerce Bureau—it also needs reporting to the Daoist Alliance,” Jiang Hu said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To run a good business, you must frequently visit government offices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist Alliance is an official organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When money is needed, pay it; when effort is needed, don’t hold back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Hu, you’re talking too much today,” Old Yu said, parking the car, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, and lighting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu, aren’t you coming in too?” Zhang Fan asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Old Yu doesn’t like places like this,” Jiang Hu said, opening the car door and urging him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Externally, the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance looked like a modest Chinese courtyard—if not for the sign at the gate, you’d think it was someone’s private home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Zhang Fan stood at the gate, he sensed the place’s qi was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the courtyard stood a parasol tree, its branches and leaves lush like a canopy, making the surrounding air noticeably cool and fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The feng shui here… a living eye producing sweet spring water,” Zhang Fan murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk, Zhang Fan, your eye for detail is getting sharper,” Jiang Hu said, unable to help praising him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the east of Yujing City, Zijin Mountain coils like a dragon; to the west, Shitou Mountain crouches like a tiger; to the south, Liujin River flows; to the north, Xuanwu Lake lies—perfectly matching the Four Symbols’ layout. As a single city, it has long been regarded by feng shui masters as a blessed land steeped in imperial qi…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within China’s overall map, Yujing City sits precisely at the dead gate of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, Yujing is also called Jinling—Jinling, Jinling, a natural imperial tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance’s location lies exactly at Yujing’s living gate—death hiding life, like yin reaching its peak and giving birth to yang, possessing the mysterious vitality of a living eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, though not situated among famous mountains or great rivers, this courtyard achieves stillness amid noise, purifying the stains of worldly dust, making it ideal for Daoist cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Across all of Yujing City, I doubt any place is more suited to Daoist practice than this,” Jiang Hu murmured solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last visit to the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance was as a child, accompanying his Maoshan master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stepped forward, entering the gate. In the bright front courtyard, a young Daoist in robes was bending to sweep the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, two middle-aged women stepped out of a room, turning to bow respectfully to a middle-aged Daoist behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Qingfeng, after hearing you analyze the birth charts of these two children, we feel at ease—on their wedding day, you must come and drink a toast with us,” one of the women said earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They actually do birth chart readings here!?” Zhang Fan looked surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it normal for Daoists to read birth charts and predict marriages?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu said casually, then lifted Zhang Fan’s right hand and glanced at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can spot something in yours too… look…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The little finger extends past two knuckles—husband and wife sleep in separate beds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does that mean?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Straighten your hand—if your little finger extends past the second joint of the ring finger, you’ll sleep apart from your spouse in marriage…” Jiang Hu said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that means…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either long-distance separation, or marital discord,” Jiang Hu said with an air of mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s such a thing? With your talent for talk, why haven’t you found a girl?” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In love, talk doesn’t help—only talking does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan froze for a moment, then widened his eyes, momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, let me check yours…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Jiang Hu gripped Zhang Fan’s right hand and straightened all his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who told you to do that? I meant—the Daoist Alliance is an official organization, right? Why do they offer this service?” Zhang Fan asked, frowning at the two middle-aged women who had just left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, reading birth charts and predicting marriages was Jiang Hu’s trade—this place shouldn’t be doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think anyone can come here for a birth chart reading?” Jiang Hu shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve heard that saying, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Conversation is with learned scholars, no commoners come and go—those who come here for birth chart readings are either rich or noble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Jiang Hu pointed to the nearby room, where a sign hung with a large vermilion character: MEDICINE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Daoist physicians here are exceptional…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Their healing is miraculous—specializing in all kinds of… splits. Want to take a look?” Jiang Hu gave a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost—who the hell is split!?” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you two from Yebuliang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soft voice came from the side, pulling Zhang Fan back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan turned and saw a woman approaching—early twenties, tall, fair-skinned, her long hair tied in a bun, dressed in Daoist robes, her aura strikingly refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Zhan Xinyue, a full-time official of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So she’s actually on the payroll!?” Zhang Fan thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before coming, he’d specifically asked Jiang Hu—joining the Daoist Alliance was extremely strict, requiring not only passing exams but also educational qualifications: at least a 211 university bachelor’s degree, and he’d heard even master’s graduates were struggling to get in this year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, they checked three generations of family background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Jiang Hu, this is Zhang Fan, our boss…” Jiang Hu began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Hu… I’ve heard of you. This time, Maoshan specifically recommended you,” Zhan Xinyue said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance borrowed Daoist experts, Maoshan was naturally the first choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Maoshan was one of the Ten Great Daoist Sects—and conveniently located within Jiangnan Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maoshan!?” Jiang Hu froze—he’d been expelled from Maoshan as a discarded disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who recommended me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi Ji.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Him!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu paused, then exchanged a glance with Zhang Fan—both wore strange expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Zhang Fan’s mind conjured the image of Qi Ji—arrogant, full of preachy lectures, the man Zhang Fan always wanted to punch in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That stubborn prick lost to you last time—and still recommended you to the Alliance?” Zhang Fan whispered. “He’s probably repaying his debt to the Shen family,” Jiang Hu muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, if not for him and Zhang Fan, dozens of lives would have died at Qi Ji’s hands—let alone when Wu Ma appeared, the two of them had bought precious time, securing a sliver of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Ji’s recommendation of Jiang Hu could earn him merit points, gain official recognition, and perhaps one day allow him to return to Maoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does he have some dirt on you?” Zhang Fan muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhan Xinyue spoke again, her eyes narrowing as she scanned Zhang Fan from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from Sister Xia Weisheng that you’re a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xia Weisheng… where is she?” Zhang Fan asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She went to Suzhou,” Zhan Xinyue said softly. “Sister Xia seems to hold you in high regard—but I know all the slightly famous disciples of Zhenwu Mountain, and I’ve never heard your name…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask when you entered the sect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan hesitated, feeling uneasy—he couldn’t say he’d only been a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain for barely three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, it was more like a tourist visit, an afterthought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You can’t even say when you joined?” Zhan Xinyue asked suspiciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xinyue, once through the gate, you’re a guest—don’t pry too much, or you’ll be impolite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a calm voice came from the side. Zhang Fan looked up to see a young man approaching—also dressed in Daoist robes, but wearing sneakers, giving him a bright, healthy appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chunsheng,” Zhan Xinyue greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings to both of you. I’m Sui Chunsheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu exchanged glances and nodded slightly in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go inside—the boss Bai is waiting for you upstairs,” Sui Chunsheng said, pointing upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu glanced at the two before turning and walking into the small building behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Chunsheng, this Zhang Fan seems strange...\" Zhan Xinyue said sharply: \"When we compiled the personnel lists for all the mountain temples last year, Zhenwu Mountain had no such person...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the records about him are vague...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Each mountain temple secretly trains some disciples who remain obscure and unknown... that’s not unusual...\" Sui Chunsheng shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Chu Chaoran of Zhenwu Mountain—he was unknown in his youth, unlike today’s Xia Weisheng, who, despite his youth, already has great fame outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likewise, Lou Hechuan, head of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, was said to still be doing kitchen duty in the alliance at age forty, so low-key that people thought he had no talent whatsoever in Daoist arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great form has no shape; great sound is silent. True masters know how to conceal themselves; fame matters little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xia Weisheng said he’s a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain and specifically asked the Alliance to give him extra care...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng’s gaze sharpened, his expression deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he truly is a secretly trained disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, why would he need Xia Weisheng to ask us to take special care of him?\" Sui Chunsheng said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the fact that Xia Weisheng spoke up suggests he’s no ordinary person.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior, what do you think of his depth?\" Zhan Xinyue’s beautiful face showed unmistakable curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng shook his head: \"It doesn’t matter. The main burden of this mission rests on you and me—they’re just tagalongs, here to assist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we truly encounter the heretics of Wuwei Gate, it’ll be your and my Dao arts that count.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhan Xinyue nodded, her expression solemn, yet her beautiful eyes brimmed with uncontainable confidence—confidence born of their formidable strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, within the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, they were among the brightest of the younger generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, in an office on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man with snow-white hair and a kind face stood before a bed, holding a thermos, watching everything below in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiang Hu... I heard this kid mastered Lingxu Talisman Drawing... hmm, Maoshan still has fortune—even a discarded disciple can possess such talent and achievement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lou Hechuan lifted the thermos and took a small sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Maoshan has no intention of taking him back, we could arrange for him to work here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a meaningful smile appeared on Lou Hechuan’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bu Ran, are you willing to let him go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chairman, you’re joking. For him to catch your eye is his fortune—wouldn’t he be delighted to enter official service?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran sat on the sofa, smiling without warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Zhang Fan...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lou Hechuan abruptly changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain—just here for training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Lou could finish, Bai Buran cut in, reciting the line he’d memorized eight hundred times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Lou Hechuan nodded: \"In fact, when Zhenwu Mountain recommended Zhang Fan to the Alliance, I personally called to verify it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His identity as a Zhenwu Mountain disciple was unquestionable—but what truly concerned him was...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The last disciple of Master Chu?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenwu Mountain had given such a response—even Lou Hechuan, chairman of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance, was unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t Xia Weisheng Master Chu’s last disciple?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is a \"last disciple\"? It means the final disciple one ever takes—after that, the door is closed, and no others are accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master Chu... his door isn’t something he can only open or close at will?\" Bai Buran offered a slightly awkward smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps he saw potential in that boy and opened the door again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chu Chaoran is truly a living immortal of this age—no rules can bind him,\" Lou Hechuan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chairman Lou... what task will you assign them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran shifted the topic, finally returning to the matter at hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These two boys have seen little of the world—they may not be up to the task.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry... it’s not difficult. Just deliver something to the Xuanmiao Temple in Suzhou,\" Lou Hechuan said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it’s just delivering something?\" Bai Buran exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirteen cities of Jiangnan Province are close; Suzhou is only an hour and a half from Yujing City by high-speed rail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you delivering?\" Bai Buran asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A broken clay pot!\" Lou Hechuan turned and sat down opposite Bai Buran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A clay pot? What’s inside?\" Bai Buran asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao Yuanshen!\" Lou Hechuan grinned and uttered four words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2295,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","efcc262e4bd3370ed9c6e0f916cfeb28497ada53170c1d63a73e7d55695f19d5","pure-yang-chapter-113","pure-yang-chapter-111",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]