Chapter 300: Zhenwu Jade Tablet, Five People on Long Hu Mountain! Time

Late at night, Zhang Fan lay on the bed in his hotel room, the faint moonlight passing through the thin curtains and spilling onto him, Li Miaoyin's words echoing repeatedly in his mind.

"Pure Yang Dharma treasure, Zhenwu Jade Tablet!"

Zhang Fan touched his chest, where there was a faint mark, an arc like a heavenly scar, supporting a perfect circle, emitting a dim golden radiance.

Zhang Fan knew the Zhenwu Jade Tablet was incredibly important, but he hadn't thought it was Mount Zhenwu's Pure Yang Dharma treasure.

Ever since he encountered a calamity on Mount Zhenwu and fused with the Zhenwu Jade Tablet due to a twist of fate, this thing had never shown any divine wonders, not even reacting in the slightest.

Li Miaoyin said, divine objects hide themselves, and can be obtained by those with fate.

Pure Yang Dharma treasures are connected to heaven and have spirits; without fate, they are ordinary objects, showing no divine wonders, and if one's blessings are insufficient, one might even be devoured by them.

Just like the Xu family's 【Dragon-Slaying Sword】, it had been worshipped by the Xu family for generations since Ancestor Xu, with incense never ending, but among the descendants, almost no one could drive this treasure and gain its recognition.

For the Xu family, the symbolic significance of this Pure Yang Dharma treasure was greater than its practical significance.

"Zhenwu Jade Tablet..."

Zhang Fan whispered, did a carp leap, stood up, sat cross-legged, and entered a state of stillness on the bed.

Immediately, primordial light rose from his spiritual platform, five layers overlapping, fully revealing the mystery.

Inside the primordial spirit, the Great Ye Buliang, everything entered chaos, with only faint lights flickering.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit explored deep within the inner landscape; for him, this was a world, boundless and endless, even he himself couldn't see the full picture.

Cultivation is recognizing the primordial spirit, searching for that supreme true nature within this unknown world.

Clang... clang... clang...

Just then, the sound of heavy chains colliding came from deep within the primordial spirit's inner landscape, hiding mystery, revealing madness, the invisible fluctuation almost sweeping through every corner of this world.

"Three Corpses Primordial Pill!"

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit stopped abruptly, looking at the chaotic darkness, his pupils filled with deep wariness.

The Three Corpses Primordial Pill is a product of the Three Corpses Daoist's cultivation of the 【Small Spirit-Splitting Technique】, essentially refined from primordial spirit fragments, containing all the memories, experiences, emotions, etc., of the cultivator when they refined the primordial pill.

Theoretically, the Three Corpses Primordial Pill is similar to a data backup, but the Three Corpses Primordial Pill Zhang Fan swallowed was different, especially when it received incense at the Prisoner Immortal Temple that day, as if it were no longer an ignorant consciousness.

"You want to covet the Zhenwu Jade Tablet."

A cold voice came from deep within the primordial spirit's inner landscape, accompanied by the sound of colliding chains.

"You are becoming less and less like a segment of consciousness," Zhang Fan's primordial spirit said coldly.

"I can help you."

"Help me? You've helped me enough; you passed me the God-Demon Holy Fetus, taught me the Spirit-Splitting Technique..."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Although Zhang Fan was still in the Great Ye Buliang, ever since fusing with the Fierce God, he had recalled many things.

His God-Demon Holy Fetus was obtained from the Three Corpses Primordial Pill.

His Spirit-Splitting Technique was also obtained from cultivating this.

"Nine techniques passed down, no matter how great the opportunity, one can only obtain one."

"And you should know, among the nine great inner pill techniques, only one person can succeed in a lifetime. My father refined the 【God-Demon Holy Fetus】, yet you passed this technique to me again; what is your intention?"

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit was now gradually recovering, his realm was profound, and his knowledge was naturally different, even higher and further than before he fell into the Great Ye Buliang.

"Only one person can succeed, yet you succeeded."

The cold voice came from deep within the primordial spirit's inner landscape, the sound of colliding chains becoming more intense.

Zhang Fan remained silent.

Yes, he succeeded, becoming the second person in a lifetime to refine the God-Demon Holy Fetus, only his God-Demon Holy Fetus appeared somewhat different.

"You are not the Three Corpses Daoist; you are just a segment of consciousness, a backup... I don't know what your motivation is," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"I am helping you break the calamity!"

"Break the calamity? If I hadn't cultivated the God-Demon Holy Fetus, I wouldn't have had any calamity at all," Zhang Fan's voice was cold and piercing.

If he hadn't cultivated the God-Demon Holy Fetus, he wouldn't have fallen into the Great Ye Buliang.

If he hadn't cultivated the Spirit-Splitting Technique, his primordial spirit wouldn't be incomplete to this day, and his evil god wouldn't have suffered a calamity.

"Man, the greatest calamity is being in this red dust!"

Rumble...

Accompanied by the cold voice, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, echoing in the primordial spirit's inner landscape.

The world's first calamity is being in the red dust.

All things born in heaven, all living beings, are within this calamity, all crossing the calamity.

Clang... clang... clang...

Immediately after, the heavy sound of colliding chains rang out again, like metal striking stone, sparking faint firelight, constantly magnifying in the depths of this inner landscape.

In a trance, a golden light rose, like a heavenly scar supporting a perfect circle, the chaotic shadow having a mysterious turtle coiling around a spirit snake, suddenly reversing yin and yang.

"Zhenwu Jade Tablet!?"

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit couldn't help but be moved; he had carried this treasure for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw its figure again.

Rumble...

The golden light became increasingly brilliant, accompanied by strange sounds, like giant beasts roaring, living beings shouting.

The next moment, the brilliant golden light shattered, scattering in the vast Great Night, like the stars in the sky.

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit seemed to be under the vast starry sky, bathing in the eternal starlight.

Those rays of light seemed like jumping talismans, each hiding techniques, containing laws, concealing the Dao.

"Zhenwu's inheritance lifeline, a sect's incense swaying..." Zhang Fan's primordial spirit couldn't help but be in a trance.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the light like dots of stars shook violently, surging and gathering, like a chaotic torrent, sweeping through everything around.

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit's expression changed drastically, like a lone boat, drifting on the sea, being swept into it.

Immediately after, shadows of light floated, like river waves, pouring toward his primordial spirit.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit shook violently, seeing an incredible scene.

Mount Cang towered, its momentum like a dragon and tiger, the sky light dim, only a great fire illuminating the sky, almost lighting up the long, dark night.

"Long Hu Mountain!?"

Zhang Fan recognized it; this mountain was the ancestral court of the Daoist sects, the peerless Long Hu Mountain.

At this moment, Long Hu Mountain seemed to sink into an abyss, heaven couldn't descend, earth couldn't close, blurred, chaotic, with only great fire stretching, thunder rumbling, as if that place had become a place of exile.

"All things change due to calamity, and change due to transformation..."

"The Long Hu Zhang family is finished!"

A strange voice came from the mountain, like the wind sobbing, like the mountain forest shaking, not sounding like a human voice.

Immediately after, a tall figure slowly emerged; he seemed to merge with the vast night behind him, constantly squirming, constantly changing, appearing both eerie and unreal.

"Zhang Taixu is worthy of being the last Celestial Master; he actually preserved a wisp of the Zhang family's incense, truly interesting."

That figure seemed to look back, looking at Long Hu Mountain.

Rumble...

Great fire burned the long sky, a human figure fell from the sky, as if flying horizontally from the mountain, landing heavily on the ground.

It was a young man, long hair disheveled, looking like a madman, his body covered in blood, holding a severed hand in his arms, and in that severed hand, he was still holding an object.

"Zhenwu Jade Tablet!?"

"Chu Chaoran, you are indeed an anomaly; have you met someone surnamed Li? No wonder you could suppress the God-Demon Holy Fetus."

That eerie figure constantly squirmed, its ghostly gaze seeming to come from the abyss, staring at the heavily injured young man before it.

At this very moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit was like a passerby, watching the jumping shadows of light.

His breathing became heavy, his thoughts surging wildly.

At this moment, how could Zhang Fan not guess what this broken shadow of light was.

"Eighty years ago, the Daoist sect calamity!"

At that time, Chu Chaoran had just entered his youth, his momentum just beginning, his sharpness slightly revealed, yet still appearing immature.

"What a pity, you aren't qualified to wait with me."

"You..."

Young Chu Chaoran held that severed hand, his eyes cold as blades.

"Millennium Old Demon!"

Just then, a fierce roar resounded through heaven and earth, thunder collapsed, true fire silenced, a terrifying figure walked from afar, separated by ten thousand zhang, yet within reach, blocking Chu Chaoran's front in one step.

That man wore a wide robe and cloak, beard disheveled, face weathered, a pair of eyes seeming to have experienced the hardships of time, accustomed to the ups and downs of the human world, his terrifying aura towering, as if even the Long Hu Mountain beneath his feet had to be three feet shorter.

"The momentum is formed, domineering and peerless, Three Corpses Daoist, you finally sat on this world's number one throne, qualified to wait with me."

That eerie figure writhed incessantly, its ghostly gaze falling upon the man before it who dominated the heavens and earth, filled with deep admiration and gratification.

"Wait?"

"Wait for what?" The Three Corpses Daoist asked solemnly.

"Time's positive order!"

In the chaotic dark night, that eerie voice whispered five words.

"Time's positive order!?" The Three Corpses Daoist's gaze narrowed into a line, like the boundary between heaven and earth, locking onto that eerie figure.

"Time's positive order hasn't begun yet... we must all wait..."

As he spoke, that squirming eerie figure seemed to sense something, subconsciously turning to look.

Just then, another figure walked down from Long Hu Mountain...

It was a young girl, hair short to her shoulders, skin fair, eyes ethereal, her body covered in blood, her chest pierced by some unknown force, almost half her body gone.

Even so, there was no human emotion on her face; she walked over, looking ghostly at that eerie squirming figure.

Rumble...

Heaven and earth collapsed, on Long Hu Mountain, everything was chaotic and sinking, heaven and earth separated, countless figures jumping.

The Daoist ancestral court, passed down for thousands of years, closed its mountain gate from then on, its incense cut off.

This day was the ninth day of the ninth month, the Daoist sect calamity.

On Long Hu Mountain, the world's experts withered, various Daoist lineages were extinguished, yet five people still walked down from the mountain.

Rumble...

All shadows of light dissipated, and Zhang Fan's primordial spirit returned from the inner landscape.

He looked at his chest, where that mark gradually hid, as if sinking into the ocean and disappearing.

But everything he had just seen still shocked Zhang Fan's heart; he seemed to have traveled back eighty years, seeing a corner of the Daoist sect calamity.

"Five people..."

"Long Hu Mountain really had five survivors..." Zhang Fan's gaze lowered, thinking of a post written by the Millennium Old Demon, which had once mentioned it.

No wonder he knew it so well; it turned out that on the day of the Daoist sect calamity, he was also on the mountain.

Among those five...

There was the world's number one Three Corpses Daoist, the sharp Chu Chaoran, the eerie Millennium Old Demon, the hidden Zhang Taixu, and the mysterious unknown...

"Jiang Lai!"

Zhang Fan whispered, the image of the ethereal girl with short hair appearing in his mind.

It was dark.

Shanshui International Hotel, Room 3201.

"Zhixia, was that the boyfriend you dated in college during the day?"

A cold voice echoed in the room.

Just as Xu Zhixia entered, she saw a man sitting on the edge of the bed, his long hair past his ears emitting a dark luster, his bare body showing well-defined lines.

"Brother Shan, that's my private business," Xu Zhixia frowned slightly.

Xu Banshan grinned: "I watched you grow up, that little thought can't hide from me."

"It doesn't matter if you secretly keep such an ordinary person; when you get tired of him, just throw him away."

"Our Xu family can afford to keep such a pretty boy."

"He's not an ordinary person, nor is he a pretty boy," Xu Zhixia showed displeasure.

Her cousin was good to her in every way, except for being overbearing, with thoughts like the feudal era, having a concept of family hierarchy.

He always felt that practitioners, with awakened primordial spirits, were not the same species as ordinary people.

As a Pure Yang family, the Xu family should be superior, equal to princes and nobles.

"I know, this pretty boy you value is also a practitioner, but unfortunately, without reaching 【Gao Gong】, one can never enter the hall and reach the inner sanctum," Xu Banshan said lightly.

Because of the Zhang family's old house, Xu Zhixia had reunited with Zhang Fan, and these things naturally couldn't be hidden from Xu Banshan.

In his intelligence, Zhang Fan hadn't even cultivated to Gao Gong at the time.

That bit of cultivation naturally couldn't enter the eyes of a Pure Yang family.

"It's precisely because he's not an ordinary person that I agreed to let you keep him; otherwise, a real ordinary person wouldn't even be qualified to carry your shoes."

Speaking to this point, Xu Banshan raised his gaze and looked at Xu Zhixia.

"Your relationship with him can go no further; keeping him as a pet is already the limit..."

"You should know that your marriage cannot be decided by yourself; a person with no foundation isn't even qualified to marry into our Xu family," Xu Banshan warned.

"This is my own business," Xu Zhixia gritted her teeth.

"Fine, I won't interfere in your business."

Xu Banshan shook his head and said lightly: "We have serious business to attend to this time."

"Is Li Changgeng really in Guixi Province? I heard that this monster from the Bai He Temple rarely leaves Shangjing," Xu Zhixia's eyes revealed curiosity.

As a celebrity of the Shangjing family, she had naturally heard of Li Changgeng's name.

In fact, the Xu family and the Bai He Temple were very close.

"Of course, otherwise why would we come?" Xu Banshan said solemnly.

Li Changgeng didn't act unless necessary, but when he did, it was always a big deal; this time he was far away in Guixi, and had mobilized many experts to come.

"I heard that the successor of Mount Sanqing also came."

"Yu Xuanji!?" Xu Zhixia was greatly surprised.

The successor of Mount Sanqing was a woman; she had heard many rumors about her, and to her, that was an extremely terrifying existence.

"Our Xu family is also among those invited," Xu Banshan finally revealed the purpose of their visit.

"Why is a person like Li Changgeng making such a big fuss?" Xu Zhixia didn't understand.

"It is said that he encountered a powerful enemy in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, so he mobilized his forces to trap that person to death."

"A powerful enemy? What kind of powerful enemy could a character like him encounter?" Xu Zhixia couldn't help but show a different expression.

Li Changgeng was already a leader among men, a top-tier youth; to be called a powerful enemy by him, how terrifying must that be?

"It must be a non-human existence; we'll know when the time comes."

Xu Banshan let out a long breath, a trace of awe hidden in his eyes.

He had to be in awe of an existence that Li Changgeng viewed as a powerful enemy.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 301 =====