[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-12":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},2267112,4427,"Chapter 12: Five Thunder Orthodoxy, the Transcendent Zhenren","pure-yang-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng, seventy-third-generation heir of Zhenwu Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She is two years younger than Zhang Fan, yet she is the closing disciple of the current Zhenwu Patriarch [Chao Chaoran], and also Zhenwu Mountain’s youngest [Gonggong].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you knew today was the Jade Register Transmission—why let an outsider enter Qingwei Palace!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng’s beautiful eyes narrowed, her moonlit gaze sweeping over Zhang Fan, her translucent nose twitching slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think he’s a good person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenwu’s lineage spans seventy-three generations; because of the Fan, the destined one shall arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of the Ancestor’s verse, everyone on Zhenwu Mountain is extra wary of outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Xia Weisheng is this generation’s heir, and tonight she shall receive the Jade Register.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a reason… Sister, rest assured—this… this lay devotee has passed the initial stir, endured the transformation of dragon and serpent—he is no ordinary mortal.” Pojie softly spoke, sensing Xia Weisheng’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng’s expression eased slightly: “Brother, you don’t even know his name…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right, I haven’t asked your name yet.” Pojie turned awkwardly toward Zhang Fan and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I’m Zhang Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, his name is Zhang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pojie nodded, mid-sentence, then froze: “What did you say your name is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… what’s wrong? Can’t I be called that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… Fan…” Pojie’s brow lifted, chewing on the name, his face darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because of the Fan, the destined one comes… So you are the one foretold…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng murmured softly; her previously calm gaze turned sharp, wind surging around her, her Daoist robe flapping violently, brilliant arcs of light rising from her palms like surging lightning, dazzling and fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Thunder Orthodoxy!” Pojie’s face darkened, exclaiming: “Sister, no—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Nine Levels of Xianling, [Qigong] merely moves Qi to strengthen the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above that is [Shu Tu], capable of comprehending and practicing Daoist spells; if one masters twelve minor arts, they may be granted the rank of [Xuanshi].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spells like [Five Thunder Orthodoxy] require at least the rank of [Lingsi] to cultivate and wield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small ones are called arts; great ones are called methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Daoist spells, thunder arts are the hardest to cultivate, let alone the most orthodox [Five Thunder Orthodoxy]—only someone like Xia Weisheng, a [Gonggong], can summon it effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know this: even among Gonggong, Pojie himself only mastered [Three Thunder Servicing Method].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arcs of light flashed, thunder qi surged wildly between Xia Weisheng’s five fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying energy spread from her feet, cracking the ground in fissures, gale-force winds sweeping like tidal waves…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can humans really cultivate to this level?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan raised his hand to block the howling wind, Jiang Lai’s figure flashing in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, like Xia Weisheng before him, wielded power no ordinary human should possess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, no—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pojie stepped forward, blocking Zhang Fan’s front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I don’t want to hurt you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cold words drifted down; arcs of light swept across the ground, shattering stones, carving deep fissures…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three Thunder Servicing Method!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pojie extended his right hand, curling his middle and ring fingers, three fingers upright—clearly the Daoist hand seal: [Three Pure Ones Seal]…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know this: many Daoist spells require hand seals, Gang steps, directions, secret incantations, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Pure Ones Seal is one of the most commonly used hand seals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three fingers summoned thunder, azure as the sky; the arcs of light paled beside Xia Weisheng’s [Five Thunder Orthodoxy]. In an instant, the two thunderbolts collided violently, stones beneath them exploding, dust rising, terrifying shockwaves sweeping across the ground…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, a disheveled figure flew out of the dust, spinning like a top midair before stumbling to the ground—it was Pojie…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Daoist robe was torn into shreds, wild arcs of lightning coiling around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“East three, south two, north one, west four—these are the primal numbers; the center is five—hence, Five Thunder Orthodoxy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A casual voice echoed under the moonlight; dust settled, and Xia Weisheng walked forward calmly, as if strolling through a garden, brilliant arcs of light surging and spilling from her fingertips, radiating terrifying power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I stand centered, invincible, the great tide vast—Five Thunder sweeps all… Don’t make things hard for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng spoke gently, yet her confidence towered like a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, you really dare say that…” Pojie frowned, a bead of cold sweat slowly forming on his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, this man appearing here tonight is no coincidence…” Xia Weisheng’s gaze shifted, settling on Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because of the Fan, the destined one comes… He is the one foretold. The Ancestor’s lineage shall not end on my watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Xia Weisheng stepped forward; the arcs in her fingers leapt wildly, curling like serpents, instantly wrapping around her body, an even more terrifying aura surging like a tide…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you still won’t yield… I won’t spare the bonds of fellow disciples…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng, unbound by convention, her beautiful eyes suddenly flashing with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blessings without measure…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, an ancient chant echoed through the quiet moonlight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, floating light sank, dust settled—even the thunder arcs in Xia Weisheng’s palms seemed to revert to their primal state, slowly fading away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Weisheng and Elder Pojie turned toward the voice, bowing respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan instinctively looked up and saw an old Daoist walking through the moonlight from the darkness; though white-haired and ruddy-faced, he lacked celestial grace—he looked more like a common farmer from the fields, and strangely familiar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenwu Mountain’s Quiet Cultivation Class, now only 5,880 for a broken bone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man, a familiar voice rang in Zhang Fan’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, you’re not the guy who sold…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step with precision, live with steadiness, young man, be more composed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Fan could finish, the old Daoist appeared before him, grabbing his hand with warm kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be reckless… This is my Master…” Pojie glared and whispered a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhenwu Patriarch, Chao Chaoran, is a living relic of today’s Daoist world, publicly recognized as a [Zhenren], his cultivation having reached the Pure Yang Ultimate Realm, just like the ancient Master Zhongfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Chao!?” Zhang Fan stared skeptically at the old man who sold courses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, he…” Xia Weisheng stepped forward, watching Zhang Fan warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Chao raised his hand, his deep gaze fixed on Zhang Fan; after a long pause, he spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate and timing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weisheng, come with me to Zhenwu Hall… The auspicious hour for Jade Register Transmission is near.” Master Chao said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about him…” Xia Weisheng pointed at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pojie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master…” Elder Pojie hurried forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take him away and see to his comfort.” Master Chao lifted his eyelids slightly, looking at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, where should we put him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Chao turned, his robe swirling, and a faint voice drifted from the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chunyang Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a2c83971f75918ce57ab7c5f70740647bbee9c8a0ade2659df8d7dc276a32217","pure-yang-chapter-13","pure-yang-chapter-11",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]