[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-117":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},2267217,4427,"Chapter 117: Elixir Fire Hides Sword Intent","pure-yang-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>When cultivation is perfected and three thousand deeds are fulfilled, the fire dragon is subdued and the true tiger is tamed—who is the immortal? I am the immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In bygone years, Master Lu followed the True Fire Dragon and attained the Art of the Sword, mastered the elixir methods; upon completion, he spoke these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silent night, a massive explosion startled half the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotel room’s wall had been blasted open, shattered glass scattered everywhere, and roaring flames drove back the darkness of night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the blazing fire, a figure slowly stepped forward, standing before the broken hole in the wall, his gaze distant and ethereal, coldly gazing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…” Sui Chunsheng’s eyelid twitched, stunned by what had just occurred before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Orthodox Daoist school, the Fire Method of the Dao!” Zhan Xinyue’s beautiful face showed disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist cultivation means purging all yin impurities from the spirit to achieve the boundless pure yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through gathering herbs and refining elixirs, one refines the true yang within the Three Treasures—essence, qi, and spirit—nurtures the nascent soul, and pursues the boundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the nascent soul can mobilize the true yang within the Three Treasures; if ignited, it becomes the true fire of the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This xuanguan is terrifying beyond terror, mysterious beyond mystery—it can burn away all evils of the world and dissolve flesh and body alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist texts say: when true yang escapes the Three Treasures, a single spark ignites the heart-fire; when heart-fire surges, it stirs wild nature, and the conscious spirit stirs, drawing fire to burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human desire is fire, thoughts are fire, agitation is fire, the arising of intent is fire…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once true yang ignites, wild nature arises; the heart-fire becomes a dragon hard to subdue, and with the slightest misstep, one burns oneself alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Daoist Fire Method is extremely difficult to cultivate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To refine the Fire Method, one must subdue the fire dragon—or else the fire will burn one’s own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Red Snake Fire Talisman] previously used by Qi Ji and Jiang Hu relied on talisman arts to summon natural fire—it was not the true Daoist fire generated from within one’s own microcosm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Three Treasures suddenly split, true essence departs; wild nature stirs, summoning the fire dragon… There’s still a master here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Shougong’s face darkened; his cold gaze shifted from the charred corpse beneath his feet to Zhang Fan amid the blazing flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist mythology, the Heavenly Court is divided into eight divisions; Daoist arcane arts are likewise divided into eight methods—combat arts are most mysterious, thunder arts most brutal, fire arts most deadly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One who masters the true Daoist fire must be of the orthodox Daoist lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Shi Shougong had never imagined that such a master was hiding here tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling heatwaves and blazing winds surged; Shi Shougong’s face changed instantly—a broad palm, like a shadow, slammed down upon his face, completely covering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So fast!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Shi Shougong’s mind, a figure screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, immense force gripped his face and hurled him flying—within an instant, he was flung ten meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng’s pupils contracted sharply; in that fleeting moment, he had only seen flames flicker, the figure vanish like a ghost, and when he blinked, Shi Shougong was already flying through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzz…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burns spread across Shi Shougong’s face; patches of skin turned black and slowly peeled away. His eyes twitched as he endured the agony, and before he even hit the ground, he began fading into the air, as if merging with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful—he’s a demon… he can vanish his form.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sui Chunsheng spoke a warning—he had just suffered this trick himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Fan seemed not to hear. He stared at his own hands; within him, torrents of true yang surged, flowing like invisible currents through his palms, swirling and turning into streaks of crimson light, radiating terrifying heat that warped the surrounding air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elixir fire… elixir fire…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan murmured softly; a single streak of crimson light, slightly uncontrolled, burned his right arm—flesh blackened with smoke, crimson blood steamed and dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…” Zhan Xinyue paled, crying out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Fan paid no heed—even his own burns seemed unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s still in meditation… damn it…” Sui Chunsheng’s face darkened, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Zhang Fan’s nascent soul had not awakened—everything was driven by instinct alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzz…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the flames behind Zhang Fan surged violently, as if torn open—Shi Shougong emerged from thin air, his form materializing, his sharp claws slicing like blades across Zhang Fan’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark ink-like substance spread, sinking into flesh, merging with blood, spreading through limbs and bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…” Zhan Xinyue’s heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This demon’s techniques were ruthless and bizarre—this art resembled a plague toxin; once inside the body, there was no cure. All of them had fallen to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re still too young…” Shi Shougong said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzz…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s arm trembled slightly; his blood boiled, instantly burning away the ink-black miasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, his arm snapped like a spear, twisting around Shi Shougong’s neck and lifting him high into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shi Shougong screamed in agonizing torment—no fire erupted, yet his body burned as if engulfed in flames, moisture vanishing rapidly, skin shriveling and drying, turning yellow and charred black; the air filled with the acrid stench of burning flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of fire method is he refining!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight sent shivers through Zhan Xinyue; her beautiful face was etched with profound disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist fire arts need not blaze visibly—they possess the power to burn flesh and refine the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never seen, never heard of such an art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… who exactly is he?” Zhan Xinyue’s mind reeled, as if meeting him anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Jiangnan Dao Alliance headquarters, she had never taken seriously the two sent by [Ye Bu Liang]; Jiang Hu’s affiliation with Maoshan gave him some weight, but otherwise, whether in status within the Daoist world or regarding this mission, she and Sui Chunsheng had subtly conveyed superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially on this Suzhou trip—they had treated Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu as afterthoughts, irrelevant, with everything centered on her and Sui Chunsheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what had just occurred shattered Zhan Xinyue’s perception of Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shi Shougong’s charred, shriveled skin suddenly cracked—and a dark shadow leapt out, leaving sticky fluid scattered across the floor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Molting!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng’s brow twitched; he stared at the living Shi Shougong—naked, slick with slime, as if just born, his face pale, gasping, eyes locked on Zhang Fan, his spirit on razor-edge alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demon… this is what a demon truly is… incredibly tenacious…” Sui Chunsheng frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a spirit takes over a human body, it becomes a demon; once possessing a human form, its body undergoes varying degrees of mutation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, these mutations are controllable—and even grant special abilities surpassing Daoist techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this demon named Shi Shougong possessed invisibility, plague toxin, and molting abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three powers granted him exceptional survival capacity, revealing something of his original origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like sunlight piercing the night, dawn quietly crosses the horizon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whose figure moves through the cycle of rebirth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a melodious, stirring song drifted from afar, echoing through the silent night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A new storm has arrived—how can we stand still?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll cross time and space, giving all I have—I’ll come to your side…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stirring song came and went, like a beam of light from the darkness, drawing everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Shougong’s eyes turned icy; he gazed coldly toward the sound, then his gaze darkened, fixed on Zhang Fan—as if etching him into memory forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time we meet, it won’t be like today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Shi Shougong’s form slowly vanished, merging with the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue remained alert, scanning the area warily—but the opponent never reappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s gone!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s gone.” Sui Chunsheng nodded, glancing instinctively at Zhang Fan. Now, Zhang Fan had calmed; the flames had faded, and he sat cross-legged, hands clasped over his dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s meditating again,” Zhan Xinyue muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He never woke up,” Sui Chunsheng shook his head, rising shakily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exploded hotel room, shattered glass, charred corpse—all stood out starkly against the cold street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog’s influence was fading; people were beginning to peek out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another mess…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng rubbed his temples, quickly pulling out his phone and dialing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Special personnel would handle the cleanup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he and Zhan Xinyue hurriedly carried Zhang Fan back to the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion room was in ruins; the smoke detector had activated, spraying water to douse the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner, Jiang Hu crawled from the rubble, face covered in soot; each cough spat out two handfuls of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he had a talisman protecting him—he hadn’t been incinerated on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The jar…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Jiang Hu slapped his forehead and turned—there, the ancient jar lay shattered on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t panic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sui Chunsheng raised his hand to signal and calm them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This jar originally contained nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!? What’s going on?” Jiang Hu couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The real artifact is being escorted by elite Dao Alliance experts and should arrive at Xuanyiao Temple tomorrow.” Sui Chunsheng tapped the jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re escorting a fake one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, even Zhan Xinyue could not hide her surprise, for she had known nothing of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could such an important item be entrusted to a few junior disciples like us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng sat down weakly and let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s merely to draw the attention of Wuwei Gate… though it also helps uncover any moles hidden within Xuanyiao Temple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moles!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wuwei Gate’s reach is too long. As far as I know, they have agents inside Xuanyiao Temple…” Sui Chunsheng said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s why you weren’t in a hurry to deliver the jar to Xuanyiao Temple and instead stayed here overnight,” Jiang Hu realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Few people know we’re escorting the Dharma Jar to Suzhou—it’s perfect for drawing out that mole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng’s gaze sharpened, his expression heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never imagined Wuwei Gate’s power had grown so vast—penetrating not only the Dao sects but also recruiting all manner of demons and spirits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling Shi Shougong’s methods just now, Sui Chunsheng felt a chill of dread; without Zhang Fan, they might all have perished today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Daofriend, just who is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Sui Chunsheng couldn’t help asking—and even his tone of address grew respectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain,” Jiang Hu said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know that… Xia Weisheng mentioned it… but if he has such cultivation, why have I never heard of him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng looked puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is his master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chao Ran Zhenren,” Jiang Hu replied, recalling Bai Buran’s warning and uttering the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chao Ran Zhenren!? He’s Chao Ran Zhenren’s disciple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng shot to his feet, staring in disbelief at Zhang Fan, still in meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t Xia Weisheng Chao Ran Zhenren’s last disciple? How could there be another…?” Zhan Xinyue exclaimed in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard he was traveling, and Chao Ran Zhenren spotted him at a glance and insisted on taking him as a disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue exchanged glances, convinced they’d heard wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chao Ran Zhenren was a living relic of the Dao sects, a true immortal of this age, having reached the Pure Yang Wuji realm, having purged demons for sixty years and slain San Shi Daoren, the greatest martial master of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a status, such a legend… to even meet him once was to have one’s ancestors smoke with glory—let alone become his disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling for sightseeing? Insisting on taking him as a disciple!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this even possible!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder the moment I saw Brother Zhang, I sensed his extraordinary nature… he’s Chao Ran Zhenren’s disciple…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng looked at Zhang Fan with solemn reverence, his eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do now?” Jiang Hu couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Change rooms and wait for local authorities to handle it,” Sui Chunsheng, well-versed in such emergency procedures, immediately booked two more rooms, ensuring Zhang Fan had one to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his Yuan Shen’s inner landscape, rivers surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vertical stroke, like a sword returning to its scabbard, slowly faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sword intent hidden within the Dan fire… just like the Lu Zu stele I saw that day in the Pure Yang Hall… excellent, excellent…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan came back to himself; that aerial stroke had granted him much insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the great river, the bright moon shone; the lone, mysterious figure seemed ready to depart, dissolving into misty vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you a thousand-year-old demon?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words had fully left his lips, the lone figure walked into the depths of the great river. Tides rose and fell, silent and vast—only the moon remained eternal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, sunlight streamed through the window, falling on Zhang Fan’s face. He opened his eyes—the sun was high. He picked up his phone: it was already 9:37 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already this late?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sat up and looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t yesterday’s room!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan frowned, puzzled, and idly unlocked his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re finally awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Hu walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why am I sleeping here?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you remember anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some memory… I think I fought someone…” Zhang Fan rubbed his head; his right arm throbbed painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You yesterday…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu had just opened his mouth when he noticed Zhang Fan’s expression had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu hurried over and saw a news alert flashing on Zhang Fan’s phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SHOCKING! Mysterious Creature Spotted on Yangtze River Last Night, Walking on Waves]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the article—a low-quality video popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless Yangtze surged with waves; three parts moonlight streamed across the river. A mysterious, solitary figure stood atop the waves, clouds drifting as he walked slowly, crossing ten thousand li of the Yangtze as if strolling through a courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2363,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","59c36527e8986c42172b2c4bce983144f4df5790347b2646d25d6212c5d3b8fe","pure-yang-chapter-118","pure-yang-chapter-116",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]