[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-27":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},2267127,4427,"Chapter 27: Daoist Taboo: Harvesting the Nascent Soul","pure-yang-chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>Night, dark and lightless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy rain poured down, thunder rumbled, and occasional flashes of lightning briefly pierced the endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson blood flowed everywhere; distant noises echoed incessantly, buzzing in the ears, unbearable to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan knelt in the downpour, guarding his mother, who had long lost her breath, weeping heart-wrenchingly, weak and helpless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Lingzong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar came from afar, cutting through the torrential rain, as if trying to drown out the thundering rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weak and helpless, Zhang Fan mechanically lifted his head, his eyes filled with despair, gazing into the endless night ahead, as if trying to see everything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder grew louder, more immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the violent storm, he was as frail as a tiny beast on the verge of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t cry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a calm yet warm voice came from behind; Zhang Fan froze. The heavy rain had stopped falling on him. He looked up—somehow, an umbrella had opened above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan instinctively turned and saw a girl his own age walking out of the darkness, holding a black umbrella, standing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” Zhang Fan asked mechanically, his eyes hollow with numbness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Jiang Lai!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl spoke softly; her clear eyes glowed ethereally under the lightning that split the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Lai…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, sunlight filtered through the window, spilling into the room. Zhang Fan sat up abruptly; his clothes were soaked in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another dream!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared dazedly at his room, rubbed his forehead, and let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since that day he fought Wen He and forcibly shattered the [Tian Luo] divine curse, he had been having dreams—dreams of the car accident when he was twelve…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years ago, after that car accident, Zhang Fan developed traumatic selective amnesia; he could no longer remember many things…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, perhaps because of his cultivation, fragments of memory kept flashing up—even his dreams had become chaotic, and Jiang Lai had somehow intruded into them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What you think about by day, you dream about by night…” Zhang Fan shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the three encounters on Zhenwu Mountain had made Jiang Lai too deeply etched in his mind; he had asked Daoist Pojie to investigate, but still received no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still have to deliver goods today!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan picked up his phone, glanced at it, his expression changed, and he leapt up, quickly washed his face, and stepped out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yujing City, outskirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a quiet mountain road, the Wuling Hongguang slowly drove forward—this was the company’s most valuable vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran said the Wuling Hongguang was the perfect car for cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: “Five-directional spiritual energy pierces the heavens; sun, moon, and starlight transform into stunning rainbows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name itself was grand and majestic, like a surging river filling mountains and rivers, agile yet surpassing the wonders of creation—utterly auspicious for cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the most important thing was that it was cheap and durable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Zhang, I heard you just broke up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the road, Old Yu drove, turning his head to ask suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… who said that?” Zhang Fan’s face tightened as he hurriedly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your WeChat Moments…” Wen He spoke gently, smiling as she pulled out her phone and opened Zhang Fan’s Moments—his latest post showed a photo of the school playground, accompanied by a painfully sentimental caption:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the old place, like carving a mark on a boat to find a lost sword—only that year surpassed all others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s face flushed crimson, his ears burning hot; he quickly pulled out his phone and deleted the post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When one is heartbroken, the conscious mind churns, thoughts race wildly, and one sinks into it, feeling no shame in being overly sentimental—but once one awakens and looks back, one wants to slap oneself hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That person was definitely not me!!! “Understood… it was just the conscious mind stirring, not you…” Old Yu grinned, revealing a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young people—breakups are normal. Once your heart dies, it’s like your ancestors’ graves are smoking with good fortune…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saying goes: if the heart does not die, the Dao cannot be born. The Nascent Soul resides in the Xuanguan—the third eye—while the conscious mind dwells in the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, those who have passed through the emotional trial are best suited for cultivation; once the heart dies and thoughts and emotions are suppressed, one can perceive the Nascent Soul, and the Dao is born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, most heartbroken people, their conscious minds in turmoil, waste their spirit on thoughts and emotions; they cannot hold to stillness, and their own magnetic field and energy plummet to the lowest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, while heartbroken, they often ruin their lives, studies, and work alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not everyone has the talent to discard chaotic thoughts during the emotional trial…” Old Yu sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivators fear most the proliferation of deluded thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those with high cultivation risk a day when the conscious mind stirs, and the dark night turns fatal under heavenly retribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts are poison—unless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen Mo Sheng Tai… Old Yu, I heard there’s an internal alchemy method called Shen Mo Sheng Tai, which uses thoughts as medicine…” Zhang Fan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, the car jolted noticeably. Old Yu stared ahead, gripping the steering wheel tightly; after a brief silence, he spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen Mo Sheng Tai—the most sinister method in the world. Its origins are ancient; it has only ever been spoken of in whispers. I’ve never heard of anyone who actually perfected it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Using thoughts as medicine is even more insane than the Reverse Immortal method…” Old Yu paused, then continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On Zhenwu Mountain, there is a method called Xin Mo Yin—it transforms thoughts into demons, nurtures them, then slays them all at once…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method was inspired by [Shen Mo Sheng Tai], but even so, its final stage still requires destroying the thoughts. Even then, it remains perilous, yet nowhere near as terrifying as [Shen Mo Sheng Tai].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen Mo Sheng Tai—the most sinister method in the world. I don’t believe anyone in this world can cultivate it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Old Yu shook his head, his face filled with certainty—he saw this method as something no human could possibly master, like playing with fire until one burns to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Daoist sects truly encompass all things!” Zhang Fan remarked, feeling even more fascinated by cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand Daoist methods, yet all lead to the same goal—holding to oneness as the universal principle…” Old Yu shifted tone suddenly. “But… there is one method that is taboo—since ancient times, every Daoist must avoid it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Zhang Fan asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultivation is nothing but extinguishing the conscious mind, preserving the Nascent Soul, and gathering and refining medicine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are countless ways to gather medicine—but one is a grave taboo of the Daoist sects, an enemy to all under heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Old Yu paused, then asked: “Xiao Zhang, have you ever heard of ‘using form to replenish form’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, elders often say that!” Zhang Fan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered, in his sophomore year, Li Yishan injured his arm playing basketball; his mother brought him pork hocks every day, saying it was “using form to replenish form.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Among cultivators, there’s also this belief… a group of madmen think that since we cultivate the Nascent Soul, why not use ‘using form to replenish form’…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean…” Zhang Fan’s third eye twitched—he suspected what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since ancient times, among all Daoist sects, there has been a peculiar group that gathers and supplements the Nascent Soul as medicine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1268,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e9efcb9ade6f682fc6668c38e142866586c36c2d8f4f9467b92379f25deddf2","pure-yang-chapter-28","pure-yang-chapter-26",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]