[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-129":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},2267229,4427,"Chapter 129: Three Yin Demon-Slaying Knife! Li and Zhang Don","pure-yang-chapter-129",129,"\u003Cp>Li Yi brought two bottles of wine into the private room and looked up to see Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re here, right? You already know each other—no need for me to introduce you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Li Yi sat down beside Zhang Fan and opened the wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We know each other,” Zhou Miaochan said softly, ending her previous topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where have you been these past two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi lifted his cup, ready to pour wine for Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I drove here—I can’t drink.” Zhang Fan raised his hand to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bought a car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bicycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi squinted and filled Zhang Fan’s cup to the brim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Life is short—fill it up, fill it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Li Yi raised his cup and drained it in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister and I are currently observing a vegetarian fast—we can only substitute tea for wine.” Zhou Miaochan gestured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a Daoist, I understand.” Li Yi nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m also a Daoist, for fuck’s sake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan leaned close to Li Yi’s ear and muttered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a half-baked outsider who slipped into the Daoist ranks—a wild fox Chan monk—what makes you a Daoist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have official certification,” Zhang Fan said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His [Daoist Clerical Qualification Certificate] was issued by a broken-precept elder from Zhenwu Mountain, for a processing fee of 120 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep in mind, the entrance ticket to Zhenwu Mountain scenic area is only 280 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi rolled his eyes: “If I weren’t traveling with you, I’d suspect you got a fake certificate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your friend should temporarily move out for a couple of days—wait until the negative energy dissipates before returning home. It’s safer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the wine had circulated and the tea had been drunk three times, Zhou Miaochan spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve arranged for her to stay at a hotel these two days,” Li Yi nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan, lost in confusion, couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s what happened...” Li Yi explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, he met a girl, also a student at Dongda, same year as them—he met her when she returned to campus to retrieve her files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really a peach-blossom face,” Zhang Fan sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this remark, Zhou Miaochan and Zhou Miaoyu exchanged knowing smiles but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yi shot him a fierce glare and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, the two grew close, and when the girl moved, she always asked Li Yi for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since she moved into her new home, strange things kept happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her promised job offer vanished—the company went bankrupt, and the boss fled overnight with his mistress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she got into a car accident—flown over ten meters with her bag—and miraculously survived, though her leg was broken; she wouldn’t recover in three to five months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s just terrible luck,” Zhang Fan muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be the feng shui of the house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said the same thing—but she didn’t believe me,” Li Yi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how Chinese people are: they fully believe anything that benefits them, but dismiss anything that doesn’t as feudal superstition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then last month, she ordered takeout—the delivery guy rode too fast, had an accident, and sued her too, claiming she bore joint responsibility for the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan was left speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the girl had no choice but to believe it—so Li Yi brought in the Zhou sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Fan glanced at them—just from their conversation, he could tell these sisters weren’t ordinary Daoists; their insight was extraordinary, surely from a prestigious mountain sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was curious how Li Yi had met people like them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Yi came from a wealthy family with many business dealings—perhaps his elders had connections with Daoist feng shui masters, which made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, officials and businessmen, whether publicly skeptical or not, privately always sought out Daoists to ward off misfortune and resolve curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Yebuliang, they also had such services—clients were always rich or powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a proper, well-bred member of the Jiangnan Provincial Daoist Alliance headquarters,” Li Yi said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So she’s official staff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan couldn’t help staring again at the Zhou sisters—were they colleagues of Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just passed the exam this year...” Zhou Miaoyu smiled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist Alliance wasn’t easy to enter—besides being a Daoist, you needed a bachelor’s degree, at least from a 211 university, not just any 985; you also had to pass three generations of background checks and multiple screenings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That official position wasn’t easy to hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all Zhang Fan’s title as a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, his education, background, and exam results—he’d fail every single requirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insane—I’ve cultivated immortality, and they still check my diploma,” Zhang Fan muttered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that joining the Daoist Alliance made you a true child of heaven—far above ordinary Daoists from mountain temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder these sisters carried such an aura—their words radiated superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaoyu had just joined the Jiangnan Provincial Daoist Alliance this year; Zhou Miaochan had spent the past two years accumulating grassroots experience, constantly hunting demons and subduing evil across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through connections, Li Yi found these sisters, and upon visiting the girl’s home, they immediately saw the problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The feng shui is indeed flawed...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building where the girl lived faced a road directly opposite her room—in feng shui, this was called “Steel Spear Piercing the Back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Steel Spear Piercing the Back” meant a residence was directly struck by a road rushing toward its rear, like a steel spear thrust into the spine—as if stabbed from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Steel Spear Piercing the Back—die or be crippled,” Zhou Miaoyu said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A residence afflicted by this major feng shui taboo brought misfortune, accumulated curses, bloodshed, and frequent sudden death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Steel Spear Piercing the Back,” Zhang Fan mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist Secret Records also recorded this feng shui pattern—he’d studied such layouts. To counter “Steel Spear Piercing the Back,” one needed a large Tai Shan Stone Guardian placed to block the road, or a Bagua Mirror hung to deflect the external spear-shaft, though ideally, one should just move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, “Steel Spear Piercing the Back” was the second deadliest feng shui flaw for a residence—only “Through-Flow Hall Curse” surpassed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: if a home suffers from through-flow wind, wealth and people vanish into emptiness—only this feng shui pattern was more dangerous than “Steel Spear Piercing the Back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the girl’s misfortune piled up—her own Eight Characters must be weak; if she stayed, her life might not survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were only the Spear Curse, the girl wouldn’t be this bad off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zhou Miaochan spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan froze, glancing at Li Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since moving in, she’s had constant nightmares—every night she dreams of a man crouched at the foot of her bed, staring at her without moving...” Li Yi sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turns out, someone died in that house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous owners were a married couple—the wife was a lawyer, obsessed with her career; her husband cheated, taking his mistress home while she was away on a business trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She returned two days early, walked in, and saw clothes and fluids scattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The woman was terrifying—she said nothing, calmly walked out, and two days later, killed her husband,” Li Yi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reportedly endured two hours of torture before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way,” Zhang Fan blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She won the city’s professional sanda championship,” Li Yi said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was beaten half-dead, then beheaded, his head placed at the foot of the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She called the police herself—when she entered, she lay on the bed, staring at her husband’s head at the foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he’d never get to look at another woman again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sat stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened after?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She got five years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Murder—and only five years?” Zhang Fan stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She had a lawyer’s license, a sanda championship certificate, and a psychiatric diagnosis,” Li Yi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit—a four-sided warrior!” Zhang Fan blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The man’s vengeful spirit never left—he’s trapped in that house, waiting... every day...” Li Yi lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiting for what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiting for the woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vengeful spirit and calamity entwined... your girl’s got incredible luck,” Zhang Fan muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was just a small matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miao’s voice was soft, yet clear: whether dispelling the spear’s deadly aura or subduing the wronged ghosts, both sisters could handle it effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much did it cost?” Zhang Fan held his phone, idly sending a message to Li Yishan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since you got someone through connections, they won’t do you a favor for free—you’ll have to pay something, even if just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fifty thousand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan’s recovery made Zhang Fan nearly jump out of his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d have been better off coming to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though quiet, his voice drew the sisters’ attention; seeing his and Li Yishan’s expressions, they guessed the gist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaochan remained impassive, but Zhou Miaoyu’s beautiful eyes sharpened, glinting with sudden intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist affairs, the greatest taboo is fellow disciples speaking out; money is trivial, but losing face and disgracing the sect is serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rat, rat, squeak squeak squeak, ox, ox, moo moo moo, tiger, tiger...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a melodious ringtone, like a child’s nursery rhyme, broke the delicate silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I need to take this call outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Li Yishan gripped his phone and rose, stepping out of the private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door closed, Zhou Miaoyu’s gaze shifted to Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask which famed mountain you cultivate upon? You seem to have achieved considerable Daoist skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A minor sect, just fumbling along,” Zhang Fan replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too modest—I sense your standards are high; your Dao must be extraordinary. Perhaps today I may seek a little instruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Zhou Miaoyu rose to her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? So suddenly? No need for that.” Zhang Fan blinked, surprised—his careless words had already angered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we’re fellow disciples, a little sparring won’t hurt...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Fan could react, Zhou Miaochan spoke: “Miaoyu, we’re all friends—stop at the point. Don’t spoil the harmony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaoyu’s gaze hardened, like flashing blades; her jade hand lifted, reversing true yang energy. Her five fingers interwove, and a clear “ting-dang” rang out, as if steel met steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s expression darkened slightly; his yuanshen observed as a wisp of yin wind coalesced in Zhou Miaoyu’s palm—gray, gloomy, transforming instantly into a deadly aura, opening and closing into a blade-form, unlocking the meridians to reveal sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, that wisp of yin wind flashed like a blade, striking straight at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan was startled—this was no ordinary spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Yin qi cultivation transforms deadly energy into a blade, honing it on corpses, slaying demons and ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend says this art is ancient and of immense origin; many Daoist masters once trained it. The most famous was Zhang Xianzhong, the Ming dynasty’s mass murderer, who erected the Seven Kill Stele, declaring: “Heaven gives all things to man, yet man gives nothing back to Heaven—there is no one in this world who cannot be killed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world turns upside down from this day forth—why spare effort in killing?” Just this phrase reveals his murderous nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said that under this killer’s hand, the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade reached its fiercest power; he once claimed: “Whoever cultivates this art will have no sons, no daughters—cutting off lineage, exterminating all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the chilling blade aura reached three feet from his body, Zhang Fan felt every hair on his skin stand on end—evil pressed cold, his bones trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a sharp blade,” Zhang Fan’s gaze narrowed to a single line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade can sever yang and preserve yin, ruin a cultivator’s foundation; once the blade aura enters the body, all cultivation is lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, Zhou Miaoyu had only learned the method, not its essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade can only reach its full ferocity when cultivated by a man—but any man who cultivates it must cut off his lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a woman cultivates it, she cannot grasp its subtleties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the sharp blade aura, like a gust of yin wind, swept over Zhang Fan’s body, piercing through his pores, entering his flesh, blood, and organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t even dodge?” Zhou Miaoyu’s delicate brows furrowed slightly; she’d only meant to teach him a lesson, show him his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined he was this weak—couldn’t even avoid the blade aura?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade is no trivial thing; even unperfected, its aura entering the body damages the foundation and harms the yuanshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Zhou Miaoyu’s expression hardened, and she stepped forward to remove the blade aura from Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom... boom... boom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a deep rumbling echoed from within Zhang Fan’s body—like roaring fire, like thunder shaking—gray mist burst from his pores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is this...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Felling Hair, Reversing Bones!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, Zhou Miaochan’s expression changed; her beautiful eyes revealed unmistakable shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist circles, there is a health method called Felling Hair, Reversing Bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felling Hair: True yang qi attacks yin evils beneath the skin and hair. Reversing Bones: True yang qi flows backward through the bones, from crown to heel, like water pouring down, penetrating every inch and unifying the body’s energy—every joint becomes nimble, every bone cleansed and strengthened—hence also called Bone Replacement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modern people, due to diet, lifestyle, and environment, accumulate cold-damp qi in their bodies, which over time becomes evil. As they age, blood and qi wither, skin sags, bones weaken, and internal organs develop all manner of ailments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people’s prime fades early—by their twenties, collagen is gone entirely. This is because yin evils have entered their skin, flesh, even bone marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But some, at forty or fifty, still look twenty—especially those “boyish” uncles—this is because their internal yin evils are scarce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Daoist health method expels yin evils hidden in hair, skin, flesh, and bone marrow. Regular practice keeps the body light and strong, and makes skin rosy, smooth, and lustrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this is merely a health method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A common health technique—he broke Miaoyu’s Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade with it? This man...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaochan’s gaze flared; she could no longer remain calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent technique. Want another round?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan rubbed his palms; a thin layer of sweat surfaced, dripping onto the table—each drop emitted a faint chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaoyu’s lovely face trembled slightly, as if to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Miaochan raised her hand and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We never expected to meet a fellow disciple of such skill here. Our sisters were impolite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Zhou Miaochan picked up the bottle on the table and poured herself a glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I apologize on my sister’s behalf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she drained the cup in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, you...” Zhou Miaoyu was flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mountains and rivers will meet again, Daoist friend—until we meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Miaochan inverted the cup in salute, then placed it upside-down on the table, took Miaoyu’s hand, and walked out without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fascinating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan watched the closed door, shook his head slightly, and brushed his hand across the table—the cold sweat he’d dripped evaporated into a mist of white vapor, spreading in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Li Yishan walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did they leave? Didn’t you connect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Connect your mom!” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes. “You organized this and dumped me here...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I swear on heaven and earth, I set this up for you—you’ve been single this long, you can’t stay alone forever,” Li Yishan said with sincere intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You like Daoists... their whole family’s Daoists... and they’re in the system... they’re more than suitable for you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Li Yishan leaned close, winking: “Which one did you like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy crap, you didn’t fall for both sisters, did you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What were you doing? Why did your call take so long?” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, quickly changing the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my mom...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it, I’ve got to go. You know our family rules.” Li Yishan shook his head, patted Zhang Fan’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I paid the bill. Help yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Li Yishan rose and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell your family to change their rules,” Zhang Fan muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan’s family had a strange rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was born, his mother ran off with another man. Later, his father remarried. Two years later, his biological mother returned with a man, which killed his father. From then on, his stepmother raised him alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment on, the Li family adopted a strange rule...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li family members must not associate with anyone surnamed Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan said the man his mother brought back was surnamed Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, though Zhang Fan and Li Yishan had been inseparable since childhood, they still had to meet secretly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just because someone's surnamed Zhang doesn't mean they're the same—her mom slept around, what's that got to do with me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan ate the leftover dishes on the table, muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2857,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","32c172ec0d5e02701326c3d3b00c372d1164a957538922fb7626a4e989795f4c","pure-yang-chapter-130","pure-yang-chapter-128",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]