Chapter 243: Pure Yang Dharma Treasure! Sitting in Oblivion in the Void (5k Chapter)

Late at night, the Zhang family's old residence.

The moon looked like a fox's eye, gazing indifferently at the human world.

A cool night breeze rose, stirring the ancient, withered tree in the courtyard; fallen leaves flew about, resembling the bleakness of deep winter.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged into the sky, like a great star breaking through the long sky in this thin, cool night, sweeping away the vast, pale clouds.

The next moment, one figure after another, like startled birds, darted out from the main house of the old residence. Their incredulous gazes, however, were fixed firmly on the inside of the house, fixed on the figure sitting cross-legged.

In a trance, that heaven-piercing aura slowly dissipated, like thick ink spreading, like the great night refusing to brighten.

"Zong Lao... Little Fan... He... has he successfully cultivated the Divine Demon Saint Embryo?"

"Impossible... How is this possible... Throughout history, never have two people in the same generation been able to cultivate this profound art simultaneously."

"Heavenly changes produce wonders, human changes are like demons... Is this an anomaly?"

"His Divine Demon Saint Embryo seems somewhat different."

Sounds of shock and doubt rose one after another in the small courtyard, like surging waves, difficult to suppress.

In front of the house, the lean man's eyes were bright as fire, yet he said nothing. However, the look he cast toward the house revealed a trace of worry.

Hu...

Just at this moment, under the dim yellow light, a graceful, slender figure flickered, appearing beside the sitting figure. A jade hand lifted and fell, pressing onto the latter's crown.

"Little Fan, remember, the greatest demonic tribulation in this world is the Human Xiao..."

"In the future, if you encounter this great tribulation again, only the Human Xiao can save you."

A soft, melodious voice drifted out from the house. Immediately following, the heaven-piercing aura gradually dissipated, and the figure sitting under the dim yellow light slowly collapsed into the arms of that graceful figure.

At the doorway, the lean man let out a sigh of relief. He took a cigarette from his pocket, snapped off the filter, and a spark of fire lit up in the night.

"Mom..."

On the high-speed train heading to Annan City, Zhang Fan woke up with a start. His low cry immediately attracted the gazes of those around him.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Fang Changle turned his head to look.

"Yeah, I dreamed of my mom."

Zhang Fan covered his face, his peripheral vision looking out the window. The night was vast and hazy; the mountains in the distance looked like black shadows retreating rapidly from his sight.

He hadn't slept in a long time, let alone dreamed.

Whenever Zhang Fan slept, something must have happened; if the heart has a feeling, there must be a response.

During the day, he had received a message from Su Shiyu. It was just a simple sentence, roughly meaning they had encountered misfortune in Huizhou Province, and now she was seriously injured, hiding in Annan City.

Zhang Fan didn't stop to rest; he booked a ticket for that same day and rushed over.

Come to think of it, Annan City wasn't very far from Yujing City.

In fact, in ancient times, Huizhou Province was also part of Jiangnan Province, only being separated during the Kangxi reign of the Qing Dynasty.

To this day, although people online say Jiangnan is a "loose" Jiangnan, with various cities refusing to submit to Yujing as the provincial capital, Huizhou Province does have a few cities that are loyal to Yujing, willing to act as the "little brother," and Annan City is one of them.

Because of this, travel between the two places was convenient; in the time it took to take a nap, they had already arrived within the borders of Annan City.

"I wonder how they are doing."

Thinking of the phone call with Su Shiyu during the day, Zhang Fan felt somewhat agitated.

Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu hadn't been with him for a short time, and they were quite capable in handling matters.

For quite a long time, they, along with the two brothers Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingchui, had formed Zhang Fan's assistance on both the open and hidden levels.

As Zhang Fan's strength grew with each passing day, the cultivation of the two little demons clearly became somewhat insufficient.

However, having spent a long time together, everyone's feelings had grown deeper.

As for the Black Rat, the two had also become friends through a fight, and coupled with the relationship with Bai Buran, for Zhang Fan, it could be considered "loving the house and its crow," and he had already treated him as one of his own.

On the phone, Su Shiyu was weak, and her voice was intermittent; she only told him the gist of the matter, clearly suffering from serious injuries.

However, listening to her meaning, being able to escape death was already luck; as for Shi Shougong and the Black Rat, they weren't as lucky as she was.

"Calm down, find the people first before talking," Fang Changle glanced at him and said indifferently.

He knew that Zhang Fan was still quite sentimental at heart, and it was precisely because of this that he had followed him.

Sentiment is a blade; it can cut through thorns and brambles, but it can also hurt the body and harm oneself.

"Huizhou is not Jiangnan; this is the territory of Mount Qiyun," Fang Changle reminded him.

Mount Qiyun is one of the ten famous mountains of the Daoist sects in the world, on par with Mount Mao, and its Daoist site is within the borders of Huizhou Province.

They also have great influence within the Daoist Alliance.

Meng Qinghuan is a disciple of Mount Qiyun.

"I know."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, playing with a black iron shard in his hand to distract himself.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Fang Changle's gaze fell on the small trinket in Zhang Fan's hand.

It was a black iron shard, wrapped with a rope at one end, becoming a special handheld piece.

"Why does this thing look so familiar?" Fang Changle recalled slightly and then remembered.

This was a small trinket Zhang Fan had bought on the side when they went to the black market to find the Yin Tiger Hong Shanjun.

At the time, the boss insisted it was an ancient relic fragment, asking for 300,000, but in the end, it was bargained down by Zhang Fan to 150 yuan.

"You're still keeping it? How come you're even playing with it? Aren't you afraid of getting tetanus?" Fang Changle couldn't help but say, looking at the slight rust remaining on the black iron shard.

"Don't say that; this thing might really be stripped from some Dharma treasure," Zhang Fan said, fiddling with the black iron shard.

Ever since he got this thing, he had studied it for a long time. The kitchen knife at home couldn't leave a single mark on it, and putting it on the fire to roast left no traces either. The most critical thing was that he had even smashed it with the 【Weiling Zhenmo Golden Seal】, and it was completely fine.

From this, Zhang Fan concluded that although this black iron shard didn't have much use, it should be a fragment stripped from some Dharma treasure.

"You really managed to find a treasure; the 150 yuan was well spent," Fang Changle clicked his tongue in wonder.

"But it's broken like this, it's of no use anymore. Just keep it as a collection."

No matter what kind of treasure it is, once it's broken like this, it only has collection value left.

Of course, there are differences in collection value.

"In my opinion, this might be a fragment of a 【Green Feather Dharma Treasure】," Fang Changle speculated.

"Green Feather Dharma Treasure!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment; it was the first time he had heard of such a term.

"You don't know?"

Fang Changle looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously, showing a strange expression.

"Aren't you a disciple of Mount Zhenwu? You're already at the Great Being Realm, and you don't know what a Green Feather Dharma Treasure is?"

"This..." Zhang Fan curled his lips, speechless for a moment.

Actually, counting from the awakening of his soul aspect at Mount Zhenwu until today, all in all, he hadn't even cultivated for a year.

"I am diligent in cultivation and don't know much about these things," Zhang Fan whispered.

"You're awesome, not relying on external objects, right?"

Fang Changle glared at him before saying: "Daoist Dharma treasures are not like in movies and novels, where you find heavenly materials and earthly treasures, go into seclusion, and can refine them."

True Dharma treasures are all tempered by several generations of people in a lineage, worshipped with incense, and refined with spells, only then gradually gaining power.

Generally, it is believed that those refined for less than a hundred years are called Dharma implements.

Only those worshipped and refined for over a hundred years can be called Dharma treasures.

"Feathered scholars in the mountains refine rare treasures, years and months pass, and spiritual treasures are formed..." Fang Changle said leisurely.

"The White Crane Temple once made a classification for the Dharma treasures of the Daoist sects in the world, using feather color and age as the boundary..."

"Dharma treasures over a hundred years old and under three hundred years old are Huang Yu Dharma treasures; yellow represents the thick earth," Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

Generally, for families cultivating in the world, being able to have one or two decent Huang Yu Dharma treasures is already very impressive.

Just like the Shen family that used to refine talismans, they couldn't even bring out a single Huang Yu Dharma treasure.

The Xiong family of Yin Mountain did have two Huang Yu Dharma treasures, but they were taken out of the family and sold by Xiong Sanqi years ago.

"Dharma treasures over three hundred years old and under eight hundred years old are Green Feather Dharma treasures; green represents the blue sky."

Speaking of this, Fang Changle paused slightly and looked at the black iron shard in Zhang Fan's hand.

"Dharma treasures that have reached this age are considered rare treasures in the world of Daoist sects, and generally, they are not allowed to be taken out of the mountain gate."

Green Feather Dharma treasures start at three hundred years and end at eight hundred years. Except for the ten major Daoist sects in the world, many sects don't have such a long history, let alone worshipping a Dharma treasure for generations.

"What about Purple Feather Dharma treasures?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Purple Feather Dharma treasures are Dharma treasures over eight hundred years old; purple represents purple qi," Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

In ancient times, vermilion and purple were considered noble, and Daoist sects valued purple qi even more. When Laozi went west out of Hangu Pass, there was purple qi coming from the east. "Such treasures are recorded in the Daoist Alliance headquarters, and you can count them on your fingers," Fang Changle said in a low voice.

Purple Feather Dharma treasures represent the foundation, history, and inheritance of a lineage.

Dharma treasures of this level are not only recorded and filed in the Daoist Alliance, but even receive special maintenance subsidies every year.

"Dharma treasures have subsidies?" Zhang Fan showed a strange expression.

"What did you think? These Dharma treasures are all 'on the payroll,' and each one is worshipped by various sects like an ancestor..." Fang Changle glanced at him.

The maintenance subsidies for Dharma treasures of this level start at seven figures every year; you can imagine the treatment.

"I'm not even as good as a Dharma treasure," Zhang Fan curled his lips.

The biggest income in his life was when he was blackmailing... claiming compensation; the Black Rat gave him 800,000, plus his own savings, totaling only 900,000-plus. Later, buying the 【Fire Character Slip】 and the 【Hundred-Year Ginseng King】 cost more than 300,000.

Now, the balance on Zhang Fan's card is only 580,000, not even enough for half a year's maintenance fee for a Purple Feather Dharma treasure.

"Of course you're not as good as a Dharma treasure," Fang Changle couldn't help but say.

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The status of a Purple Feather Dharma treasure in Mount Mao is absolutely ancestor-level; on ordinary days, he doesn't even have the chance to take a look.

"Are Purple Feather Dharma treasures considered the most powerful Dharma treasures?" Zhang Fan asked again.

"Of course not," Fang Changle's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice.

"Whether it's Huang Yu, Green Feather, or Purple Feather, they are all collectively called 【Feather Flow Dharma Treasures】. Those under a hundred years are just ordinary Dharma implements, and those over a hundred years are 【Feathered Dharma Treasures】."

Feathered scholars in the mountains refine rare treasures, years and months pass, and spiritual treasures are formed.

Feather Flow Dharma treasures, through the precipitation and baptism of years and time, always have the chance to be refined and promoted step by step.

However, the existence above Feather Flow Dharma treasures, even time cannot refine its creation.

"That is the Pure Yang Dharma Treasure!" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Pure Yang Dharma Treasure!" Zhang Fan's heart moved, as if he had guessed something.

"That is the supreme Dharma treasure refined by existences who have stepped into the Pure Yang Limitless Realm. Each one has heaven-shaking and earth-shattering power, worshipped by major mountain gates for generations, and never brought out unless there is a tribulation."

Fang Changle's eyes revealed a trace of yearning.

Their Mount Mao, as one of the ten famous Daoist mountains in the world, naturally also worships a Pure Yang Dharma treasure.

However, treasures of that level, except for the successive sect leaders, other disciples have no chance to see them at all.

"Pure Yang Dharma treasures, even with the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, require heavenly timing, geographical advantages, and opportunities to be refined," Fang Changle sighed.

That is the true foundation of a mountain and a sect.

"So there are so many ways to it," Zhang Fan showed a look of sudden realization.

Like his 【Weiling Zhenmo Golden Seal】, it was specially refined by Mount Long Hu back then and sent to the Gusu Xuanmiao Temple; it hasn't even reached three hundred years yet.

Counting it up, it's just a Huang Yu Dharma treasure.

As for the black iron shard in Zhang Fan's hand, even the 【Weiling Zhenmo Golden Seal】 couldn't smash it; it should be a fragment of a Green Feather Dharma treasure.

"Old Fang, which one do you think is the most powerful Dharma treasure in the world?" Zhang Fan asked suddenly.

"That's a long story," Fang Changle had just started to speak.

A station arrival announcement came over the broadcast.

"We're here; let's talk later."

Zhang Fan stood up, picked up his luggage, and followed Fang Changle off the train.

The two left the station, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the address Su Shiyu had sent.

Forty minutes later.

The two stood in the old city district, in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

Zhang Fan stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Just at this moment, a somewhat young voice came from inside the door, and immediately after, the person inside didn't wait for an answer and opened the door.

Borrowing the faint moonlight, a young man appeared before Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

The young man was quite handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a straight nose, thin and tall, looking quite spirited. One look and you could tell he paid great attention to health in his daily life; the dark circles most young people have were nowhere to be seen on him.

"May I ask if Su Shiyu is here?" Zhang Fan asked politely.

"You are Miss Su's friends, come in."

The young man was happy and hurriedly welcomed the two in, leading them to a room beside the courtyard.

Opening the door, under the dim yellow light, the room looked somewhat simple. Su Shiyu was lying on the bed, with bandages wrapped around her body, arms, and face. As soon as she saw Zhang Fan, crystals flickered in her eyes, as if the grievances she had suffered these days could no longer be suppressed.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Zhang Fan whispered and walked to the bedside.

Su Shiyu could no longer hold back, hugging Zhang Fan, her body trembling slightly.

"I... I'll go get you two cups of tea." The young man watched, looking somewhat awkward, and took the opportunity to walk out of the room.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Zhang Fan comforted Su Shiyu and asked.

Su Shiyu calmed her mood slightly and told him about the encounter that day.

"Demon-Revealing Mirror? That's a master from Mount Qiyun?" Fang Changle raised an eyebrow when he heard that Li Kongxing had brought out the Demon-Revealing Mirror.

"I fell off the mountain and barely saved my life..." Su Shiyu said weakly.

Falling from such a high mountain, even for a Daoist master, an ordinary person would have died.

Fortunately, she was a snake demon, her body had mutated, her bones were soft and her skin was slippery; relying on this skill, she dissipated most of the downward force, thus saving her life.

"I lay at the foot of the mountain for half a day, unable to move, and then I happened to meet A-Wang..."

As she spoke, Su Shiyu subconsciously looked outside: "That's the young man you just saw."

"He... barely counts as a Daoist priest; he contracted a Daoist temple in the suburbs, relying on cheating... relying on earning some incense money to survive." Su Shiyu's introduction was quite abstract.

"Contracted? Can a Daoist temple be contracted?" Zhang Fan showed a strange expression.

"This is a pilot project launched by the Huizhou Province Daoist Alliance in Annan City, promoting the economy and seeking development; everything can be revitalized, and Daoist sects must also keep pace with the times."

Fang Changle introduced: "As long as you have a Daoist clergy qualification certificate and go through a series of procedures, you can contract a Daoist temple, bearing your own profits and losses."

"The Huizhou Province Daoist Alliance really has talent," Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"This person is actually quite good," Zhang Fan couldn't help but praise.

Su Shiyu was lucky to have met such a kind person.

"Kind my ass, he brought me home, I stayed for three days, and he charged me 18,000," Su Shiyu gritted her teeth and said.

Thinking of that guy using her phone to scan her face and take away 18,000 right in front of her when she couldn't move, her teeth itched with hatred.

However, Su Shiyu couldn't deny that he did have the grace of saving her life; by comparison, 18,000 didn't seem like much.

"How come I heard someone speaking ill of me behind my back?"

Just at this moment, the young man pushed the door and walked in, holding two cups of tea. The cups were already chipped, the tea leaves were all broken, and there was even a layer of oil floating on the surface of the tea water; he didn't know what these cups had been used for before.

"Beautiful Miss Su, heaven and earth are my witness, I didn't charge you a single cent extra..."

"Besides, when you couldn't move at all, I didn't have any evil intentions or improper thoughts." The young man said with a smile.

"I thank you," Su Shiyu said politely, gritting her teeth.

"What is this?"

Before Su Shiyu could finish speaking, she saw the other party hand over a slip of paper.

"The bill for these two days."

After Su Shiyu fell off the mountain, she had stayed here for a total of five days; the first three days' bill was settled.

"You're charging me 380 for a cup of tea?" Su Shiyu was shocked.

Puchi...

As soon as the words fell, the tea Zhang Fan and Fang Changle had just put in their mouths was sprayed out.

"Don't worry, two big brothers, these two cups are free," the young man said with a straight face, quite generously.

"Alright, no matter what, it's thanks to him saving you, I will..."

Zhang Fan took the bill, looked at the number, 22,000, and hurriedly said: "I will have her pay it."

"I don't know how to address you, brother?" Zhang Fan put down the bill and hurriedly changed the subject.

"You can just call me A-Wang," the young man said with a warm smile on his face.

"A-Wang? Which 'Wang'?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The 'Wang' of Sitting in Oblivion in the Void..."

The young man bowed, performed a salute according to the rules of the Daoist sects, and formally introduced himself: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Wang!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 244 =====