[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-14":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},2267114,4427,"Chapter 14: The Daoist Divine Art: The Three Pure Fires","pure-yang-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>For a thousand years, the Southern Xuan Palace has held the first level of Lu Zu’s magical sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, sudden flames appear; the sword’s hum echoes like a startled dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the sheer cliff, the peach-wood sword, long dormant for six hundred years, let out a soft hum, shattering the wind, cleansing the moonlight into brilliance, stirring the pale clouds as if they paused to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six hundred years… six hundred years… the Pure Yang Ancestor left this sword here… finally, someone has stirred the Pure Yang essence…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the Southern Xuan Palace, between the cliff and the precipice, a hidden cave echoed a hoarse, low voice, accompanied by the clanking of chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Ancestor… you… please calm down…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the cave’s entrance, a young Daoist priest, holding a flashlight, trembled as he gazed into the depths, hesitating to step forward, whispering cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be afraid… I’m perfectly normal now…” The hoarse voice came again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flickering light stretched the shadows long, and slowly, a gaunt figure emerged…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a man, hair wild and matted, skin stretched over bone, clothes in tatters, barely covering him, limbs bound by heavy iron chains nailed into the narrow cave walls…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above his head hung a stone carving of a lion’s head, its jaws clutching a seven-foot sword, aimed directly at the gaunt man’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lion clutching sword—suppressing demons! “What happened today at Qingwei Palace?” The gaunt man suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T… today is the Jade Register transmission ceremony… Sister Xia Weisheng… is there…” The young Daoist stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xia Weisheng? That little girl Master Senior Brother took in… did she stir the Pure Yang essence? What remarkable talent…” The gaunt man kept his head lowered, his hair obscuring his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come closer… I’m thirsty…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist hesitated, gripping the flashlight tightly, then took one trembling step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the gaunt man burst into wild laughter, his neck twisting like a serpent as he snapped his head up—his forehead revealed bare white bone, his eyes blood-red and monstrous, his mouth opening to reveal razor-sharp, gleaming teeth as he lunged for the young Daoist’s throat…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzz…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, a broad, strong hand slammed onto the young Daoist’s shoulder, yanking him violently backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaunt man missed, the heavy chains clanging as they snapped taut, dragging him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the lion’s sword let out a soft hum, like a beast’s roar, deafening and resonant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill… kill them all… then I’ll become… I’ll become… Pure Yang… Pure Yang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaunt man screamed to the heavens, raving like a madman; the sword in the lion’s mouth slowly descended, its tip piercing his scalp, drawing crimson blood—only then did he gradually quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B… Brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist, still trembling, turned to see a stern-faced Daoist standing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many times have I told you? Don’t get close… Do you want to die?” The stern Daoist growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother… he… he… how could he…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Ancestor’s cultivation method is unlike any other…” The stern Daoist sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined that the madman locked in this cave was Brother Chu Chaoran, the current Zhenwu Grand Master’s younger brother—his talent unmatched in all Zhenwu…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Chu Chaoran once said that had he not taken the Zhenwu mantle, the Grand Master’s seat would have belonged to his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because his brilliance was too extraordinary, his path diverged utterly from all others…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heart Demon Guide, Heart Demon Guide—this body is but the great medicine’s catalyst; nurture thoughts as demons awaken, this broken shell becomes the demon-subduing well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burn it, burn it—now inside and out vanish, only Pure Yang remains, treading the heavenly bridge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stern Daoist sighed softly: “This is the method of embracing demons to enter the Dao—transform every thought into demons, slay them all to reveal Pure Yang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist cultivation requires suppressing the conscious mind, preserving the primordial spirit, until a single thought returns to truth, no longer stirring emotion or desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method of embracing demons does the opposite: it does not suppress thoughts, but amplifies them endlessly, like nurturing demons—until all demons rise together, then are slain into stillness…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the state of Wuji—the pure Yang without yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To enter demonhood yet seek the Dao… this… is too insane…” The young Daoist was dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To enter demonhood—to become the Dao…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pure Yang… Pure Yang… how many seekers of immortality through the ages? How many ever attained Pure Yang? They went mad, they died—just for that Pure Yang Dao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look of reverence surfaced on the stern Daoist’s face; he turned unconsciously toward the distant Qingwei Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, if Xia Weisheng succeeds in transmitting the Zhenwu Jade Register, perhaps in some distant future, she too might reach such a realm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But will she, like the man in this cave, go mad—or die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go…” The stern Daoist cast one final, deep look behind him, then whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The golden core seed planted in soil and sand, all men who understand leave home early. One heart seeks only the path to immortality—kill gods, kill demons…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha… kill gods, kill demons…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild laughter echoed from behind, reverberating through the ancient cave, fading slowly, leaving only solitude and darkness behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Qingwei Palace, Pure Yang Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan, bored, glanced toward the window at the direction of the [Zhenwu Hall]; the hall was brightly lit, chants and invocations never ceasing, outside, a seven-tiered bronze lantern tower stood out sharply…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Pojie said: when the oil in all seven tiers of the Liuli  lanterns burns out, the Jade Register transmission ceremony will be complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Already the sixth tier…” Zhang Fan glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the final tier remains—once its oil burns out, it’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just wait a bit longer,” Zhang Fan yawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a violent crash echoed from outside the hall, accompanied by the ground trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan snapped alert, leaning out the window, peering toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The front courtyard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust erupted from the front courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan hesitated only a moment, then turned and ran downstairs, out of Pure Yang Hall, sprinting toward the front courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the front courtyard, two figures flew through the air like cannonballs, crashing at Zhang Fan’s feet—Wu You and Wu Wei, two Daoists…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spat blood, robes torn to shreds, faces deathly pale; Wu You’s right arm was gone, blood gushing uncontrollably… “This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s expression changed; he looked up—and saw two familiar figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s you again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Shengwu and Gan Shaokun also noticed Zhang Fan, yet their gazes remained contemptuous, as if he were beneath notice; behind them, the Demon-Subduing Well had been opened, its stone slabs shattered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare cause chaos on Zhenwu Mountain…” Wu Wei gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, tonight is Zhenwu’s Jade Register transmission—no experts around… so vulnerable—what’s the harm in being bold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Shaokun sneered, his icy gaze slicing across Zhang Fan like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call for help fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s heart lurched; he clenched his teeth and muttered low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y… yeah… call for help…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu You and Wu Wei exchanged glances, staring back toward Zhenwu Hall—where the Jade Register ceremony was still underway, the final lantern about to burn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too late to call now,” Gan Shaokun sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Nanchong… is hungry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Shengwu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his cold eyes glinting with frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than a soft sound cut through the air—crimson blood dripped slowly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked down—saw a pitch-black shadow pierce through his back, then emerge through his chest…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I fucking—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu You and Wu Wei’s faces turned ashen; they stepped back slowly as a massive shadow rose—over three meters tall, shapeless, like a writhing worm wrapped in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Nanchong…” Wu Wei whispered, feeling the mountain’s temperature plummet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dan Shu records: the human body hosts one hundred and eight worms, governing the body, tied to fate, linked to birth, aging, sickness, death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is, every person is born with one hundred and eight worms, governing life, bound to birth, aging, sickness, death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the [Nanchong]—the number of calamities a person endures throughout life is tied to this worm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, the Sage tasted a hundred herbs, expelled demons, and cured epidemics—most of these worms within the body vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gan family of Diannan somehow obtained the method to cultivate the [Nanchong], succeeded in breeding one, and was later subdued by Zhenwu Mountain and imprisoned in the [Demon-Subduing Well].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this [Nanchong] has finally emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you see its calamity, you shall suffer disaster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson blood dripped slowly from the [Nanchong]’s tail; Zhang Fan was lifted high, then flung lightly—crashing hard to the ground, his chest a gaping, horrifying hole…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vitality vanished in that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Shaokun’s lips curled into a satisfied smile—the regret of failing to kill Zhang Fan before was now fully erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dang… dang… dang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gale howled, pale clouds scattered; an ancient bell rang softly. Before Zhenwu Hall, the final lantern extinguished just before its oil burned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a brilliant golden light shot up from Zhenwu Hall, flying straight toward Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That… that is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jade Register... True Martial Jade Register...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A startled cry echoed through the moonlit night! Xia Weisheng burst out of the True Martial Hall, her black hair streaming loose, face exhausted, a faint trace of blood lingering at her lips...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had failed... The transmission of the Jade Register, at the final moment, ended in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had anticipated that the ancient Jade Register—the one symbolizing the True Martial lineage—would suddenly lose control and shoot into the sky at the last instant...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jade Register, round as a jade plate, carved with phoenix bodies and dragon patterns etched in dust and mortal form; now celestial script in vermilion seal characters, ensuring the lineage endures through generations...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the endless glow of aurora, the True Martial Jade Register transformed into a soft, radiant glow and flew directly into Zhang Fan’s body, merging into the hollow within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhang Fan...\" Xia Weisheng clenched her jade-white hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The True Martial Mountain’s Jade Register... passed into the hands of a dead man? From now on, the lineage is severed...\" Gan Shaokun could not help but speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Nanchong, like a shadow, let out a deafening roar and dove straight toward Zhang Fan’s corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a thunderous crash split the air, sending dust spiraling skyward, swallowing both Nanchong and Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a faint light rose slowly through the swirling dust, accompanied by the piercing, agonized scream of the Nanchong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On True Martial Mountain, wind and smoke had cleared; the pale clouds resembled white dogs, the bright moon like a jade plate, illuminating this frozen moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen stunned gazes turned toward it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust dispersed, and a figure slowly emerged—Zhang Fan himself. Glowing flames burst from his eyes, mouth, and nose, brilliant as red rhombuses entwining, blazing like true fire descending from heaven, shattering moonlight, warping the air...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Nanchong, scorched by this strange flame, let out a terrified, piercing shriek; its shadowy form dissolved, revealing its true appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible... This cannot be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Shengwu’s face darkened instantly, his voice trembling; a terrifying suspicion rose in his mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice roared within his heart...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The secret untransmitted by the Xuan Gate... the supreme divine art of the Daoist path...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three Pure Fires!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1904,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e1f8c8b31df6aa52852640f8e52dee2112bbeb379d53eee6e48453cb0c2d8230","pure-yang-chapter-15","pure-yang-chapter-13",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]