[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-122":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},2267222,4427,"Chapter 122: Longhu Crimson Moon! Please Seal and Refine the Soul","pure-yang-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>Ten years ago, the ninth day of the ninth month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below Longhu Mountain!! Flames erupted in the deep mountains, sending up columns of smoke; a vast night sky rumbled with countless thunderclaps, and distant flashes of spiritual light flickered, hidden within the rising mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the great Ren Xiao has died like this—it feels like a dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A withered voice echoed through the night, as a gaunt figure stared toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So many experts gathered beneath Longhu Mountain—if none of them could hold her, then she truly has pierced the heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, Lou Hechuan held an ancient earthen jar, candles lit around him, his hands forming seals, his entire spirit focused on the lifeless corpse before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xuanjizi, if you hadn’t brought the Longhu Seal, we might not have been able to capture Ren Xiao’s soul fragments.” Lou Hechuan spoke without turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry—else someone will come searching.” Xuanjizi’s eyes gleamed faintly as he stared at the corpse beneath the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sandpiper and the clam fought, and the fisherman reaped the benefit—so many experts slaughtered each other in chaos, yet Ren Xiao’s corpse ended up in his hands; only in this void could he perform the Dao art to imprison and seal the remaining soul fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected the leader of the Thirteen Zodiacs, the great Ren Xiao, was a beautiful young girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanjizi exhaled heavily, sat upon a large green stone in the distance, unhooked the gourd at his waist, pried open the wooden stopper, and drank deeply, his throat gurgling “gulping, gulping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Thirteen Zodiacs are the protectors of Wuwei Men; since ancient times, Ren Xiao’s identity has been shrouded in mystery,” Lou Hechuan said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Their soul essence is equally inscrutable—had your Xuanmiao Guan not preserved this Longhu Seal, I might not have been able to hold onto this fragment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keeping this soul fragment is trouble,” Xuanjizi glanced up lightly, shaking his head with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Daoist Cataclysm, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain has lost its lineage; Wuwei Men’s return is merely a matter of time…” Lou Hechuan’s gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten years—I’m certain within ten years, Wuwei Men will rise to dominance. With this, Heihei , in the coming chaos, we can seize the advantage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Lou Hechuan’s gaze never wavered from the ancient earthen jar before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s one thing that troubles me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Spirit King—the young man who forged the Divine-Demonic Holy Embryo—what is his connection to Ren Xiao? Why did he get involved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xuanjizi set down his gourd and spat out a gush of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fought him?” Lou Hechuan’s hands paused slightly as he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine-Demonic Holy Embryo… Divine-Demonic Holy Embryo… No wonder it’s the most monstrous thing under heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanjizi’s gaze dropped to his left leg, which was black and ominous, as if scorched by something—flesh shriveled, bones visible and blackened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s strange… the Longhu Seal had no effect on him,” Xuanjizi gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Lou Hechuan fell silent for a long while before speaking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seventy years have passed since the Daoist Cataclysm—the Great Spirit King is the only one who ever entered the mountain gate and walked out unscathed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps… he carries the blood of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s impossible,” Xuanjizi frowned, cold light flashing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Daoist Cataclysm, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain has had no descendants—so many years have passed, how could one suddenly appear…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter… nothing matters anymore…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lou Hechuan’s gaze was deep and dim, like a hidden valley pool, shadows flickering like illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, beneath Longhu Mountain, Daoist sects and Wuwei experts alike clashed—dragons and snakes rising from the earth, mighty forces vying for supremacy, blood flooding, corpses strewn across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such slaughter leaves no chance of escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lou Hechuan gazed at the towering Longhu Mountain, at the crimson moon hanging high and grim, as if hearing a mournful song echoing in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Xuanmiao Guan, Xuanjizi watched the flickering candle flame; past memories rose and fell like bubbles of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master… Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soft call pulled Xuanjizi’s thoughts back from the sealed past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?” Xuanjizi picked up the gourd on the table, pried open the wooden stopper, and took a small sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master…” Zhong Changming looked at Xuanjizi, hesitated, then finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since last night, after you received that call from Chao Ran Zhenren, you’ve seemed… unsettled…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Changming was Xuanjizi’s eldest disciple, raised by his side since childhood; he could ask such questions without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that in his youth, Xuanjizi had traveled to Zhenwu Mountain and trained there for a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Chao Ran Zhenren was already famed across the land; in the Battle of Mangdang, he had slain five of the thirteen elder Zodiacs, and the young Xuanjizi had revered him as an idol, frequently seeking his counsel—over time, a bond formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many years have passed, flowers bloomed and withered, contemporaries faded away—this bond had grown all the more precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Zhong Changming, last night’s call was merely an old friend catching up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after that call, Xuanjizi had become distracted; for a cultivator, a restless mind and scattered spirit were no ordinary matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, has something happened?” Zhong Changming couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing…” Xuanjizi waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did Chao Ran Zhenren call you so late?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He asked me some questions,” Xuanjizi’s gaze was dim, his aged face expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Questions? What questions?” Zhong Changming asked instinctively, worry flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He asked me… ten years ago… whether I was beneath Longhu Mountain that night…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten years ago? Longhu Crimson Moon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Changming’s brow twitched, his expression turning strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years ago, a great event had occurred beneath Longhu Mountain—countless experts perished there, blood mist shrouded the land, the moon itself seemed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incident had enormous influence but remained highly secret, known only among Daoist elites, whispered among them as the “Longhu Crimson Moon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, were you…?” Zhong Changming hesitated, glancing at Xuanjizi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Longhu Crimson Moon involved too much—it was said many Daoist sects were entangled, even Wuwei Men had shadows within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cause of that battle remains debated to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was not there,” Xuanjizi shook his head with a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhong Changming exhaled slightly in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Longhu Crimson Moon involved countless lives and secrets—if Xuanjizi had been involved, karmic ties would follow; since he was not beneath Longhu Mountain that night, he had avoided much trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Changming…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xuanjizi’s voice stirred Zhong Changming’s thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, I’ve often recalled old memories… in stillness, thoughts stir—I fear my time draws near,” Xuanjizi murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, how could that be?” Zhong Changming’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All know the immortal’s freedom, yet few know that becoming an immortal means facing ten thousand years of dawn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this mortal world, where there is life, there is death…” Xuanjizi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master’s cultivation is unfathomable—you haven’t yet attained the Pure Yang of the Ultimate—how could you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pure Yang… Pure Yang… how many seekers of immortality have there been, and how many ever achieved Pure Yang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps it was only a dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanjizi’s gaze grew hazy, his eyelids drooped; beneath his robe, his leg was black as charred wood, shriveled flesh clinging like bark, the bones within long since turned black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Changming, when I’m gone, Xuanmiao Guan is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master…” Zhong Changming’s eyes shimmered with tears, wanting to speak further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding… ding… ding… At that moment, a bell rang out from outside, echoing through the cold night, settling into the silent emptiness of Xuanmiao Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, follow me to the Scripture and Treasure Hall,” Xuanjizi rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seal Invocation Ritual is complete—tonight we may activate the [Divine Spirit Subduing Golden Seal], open the ritual jar, and refine Ren Xiao’s soul essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao Guan, Scripture and Treasure Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall doors stood wide open, incense smoke curled upward, shimmering like mist beneath the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hall, at the four cardinal directions, four Daoist priests occupied ritual altars, lamps blazing, talismans burning, their energies reaching heavenward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Zhong Changming occupied the eastern position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, is there a ritual tonight at Xuanmiao Guan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jingqiu, following Hua Yixun, had not yet entered the hall when he sensed something unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, on the high-speed train, he had lost Su Shiyu, and had followed his master to Suzhou to visit Xuanmiao Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Laoshan was one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains, maintaining exchanges with renowned temples across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Xuanmiao Guan’s abbot, Xuanjizi, who in his youth had traveled widely, visited great mountains, and once trained at Laoshan—thus a bond had formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hua Yixun stepped into the hall, he sensed the anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four altars stood at the cardinal points, the Scripture and Treasure Hall harmonized the Four Symbols—this was the Fourfold Spirit Offering ritual, anciently performed only by high-level cultivators when confronting celestial demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Abbot, we apologize for the intrusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Yixun stepped before Xuanjizi and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of seniority and age, Xuanjizi could be considered his elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this is inconvenient, my disciple and I can close our senses and leave…” Hua Yixun knew his place, quickly added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need,” Xuanjizi raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my youth, I too traveled great mountains, sought immortal friends, and had a bond of incense with Laoshan…” Xuanjizi said kindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today’s coincidence is fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If anything unusual happens tonight, I ask you, young friend, to guard the Dao and protect the sect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Hua Yixun’s expression turned serious; he understood the gravity and quickly nodded: \"I will follow the old abbot’s orders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to be so tense—just treat it as ordinary.\" Xuanji Zi smiled faintly, his calm, gentle gaze settling on Gu Jingqiu beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this your disciple?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed. He’s young and full of vigor—I brought him out for training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clinging to remnants, refining the mysterious art; bright moon fills the toad palace... Lao Shan’s lineage has worthy successors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanji Zi looked at Gu Jingqiu and nodded slightly, unable to hide his admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Gu Jingqiu was startled—he practiced the Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon, a secret inner alchemy method of Lao Shan, never taught outside the sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absorbing lunar essence to gather the great medicine; golden light naturally unites yin and yang; reversing Kan and Li to refine the true form—this is the counter-Dao path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon method is a top-tier inner alchemy technique, its subtleties no less profound than the Northern and Southern Lineage Origins of Zhenwu Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jingqiu was slightly startled—he had not expected this old Daoist priest to see through his origins at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The old abbot flatters me. The youth still lacks refinement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Yixun bowed humbly, yet a faint smile appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jingqiu was indeed one of his most proud disciples—so young, yet already grasping the counter-Dao path, extensively cultivating inner alchemy and mastering the Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made him stand out even among his peers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, Hua Yixun had personally taken him on this training journey, enduring great hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lao Shan’s lineage has its unique strengths. With such successors, our Dao shall flourish.\" Xuanji Zi nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Lao Shan was unquestionably one of the Ten Great Daoist Sacred Mountains; its disciples were clearly superior to those of Xuanmiao Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet although Xuanmiao Temple was a thousand-year-old monastery, its actual cultivators were few; most spent their lives studying scriptures, neglecting practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Greetings, old abbot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a group entered the main hall and bowed to Xuanji Zi—it was Sui Chunsheng and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stood at the back; he knew tonight was the Xuanmiao Temple’s ritual to invoke the divine seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up and saw an elderly man with an ethereal aura, clad in a Daoist robe, standing at the center above the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t this the old man who sold well water? He’s the abbot of Xuanmiao Temple?\" Zhang Fan glanced once and quickly lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen yuan per bottle of well water—that night, hearing the price, Zhang Fan had nearly mistaken him for a charlatan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do the older generation care so much about making money?\" Zhang Fan muttered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day at Zhenwu Mountain, when he first met Chu Chaoran, the man had also relentlessly promoted the Zhenwu Quiet Cultivation Class to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old abbot, are these young people also disciples of Xuanmiao Temple?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Yixun’s gaze swept over them; he naturally remembered Zhang Fan and the others—he had seen them on the high-speed train that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet among the four, he recognized only Jiang Hu, simply because the latter had visited Lao Shan as a child with elders from Maoshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These two young men are rising stars of the Jiangnan Dao Alliance,\" Xuanji Zi pointed to Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Gu Jingqiu cast a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jiangnan Dao Alliance represented official authority—its status was no ordinary matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Greetings, elder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue exchanged glances—they had already met this Lao Shan master-disciple pair the day before in the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maoshan disciple!\" Hua Yixun looked at Jiang Hu and stated his origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Formerly,\" Jiang Hu smiled awkwardly and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanji Zi’s gaze shifted slightly, landing on Zhang Fan, his eyes narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is Zhang Fan, disciple of Zhenwu Mountain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Yixun raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Fan again, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenwu Mountain ranked among the Ten Great Daoist Sacred Mountains, equal in stature to Lao Shan; encountering a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain in Jiangnan was rare indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhenwu Mountain...\" Gu Jingqiu’s gaze lingered on Zhang Fan for a moment, then slowly withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had met most of Zhenwu Mountain’s named disciples; others simply did not merit his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young friend, you probably don’t know—this young man not only comes from Zhenwu Mountain, but also...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is a disciple of Master Chaoran.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanji Zi’s voice grew low, his gaze, heavy with implication, fixed on Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the entire hall erupted in murmurs; countless incredulous eyes turned toward Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A disciple of Master Chaoran!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Yixun’s expression changed instantly—he could no longer maintain his composure!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2401,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9fc9884179b2e8c84bacdf843f8a46fcc3222e1eb872ddfa3adafb331e9766f3","pure-yang-chapter-123","pure-yang-chapter-121",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]