Chapter 38: Profound Yin Becomes Baleful, Zhang Fan Soul-Aspect 20

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if it were about to rain at any moment.

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan was alone, curled up in the corner of the school corridor, staring blankly at the sky, his expression as gloomy as the weather, his eyes filled only with numbness.

"That new student who just transferred is named Zhang Fan. I heard his mother just died in a car accident."

"A child without a mother is like a blade of grass. No wonder he doesn't talk all day."

"I always feel he's weird... better stay away from him. My dad said people who have had accidents have greatly changed temperaments and are very dangerous."

In the distant classroom, several students of similar age poked their heads out, looking at the corner, at this uninvited guest who had just transferred.

Bursts of discussion entered Zhang Fan's ears without any obstruction, but he seemed not to hear them, and no ripples arose in his numb eyes.

Just then, a shadow pressed over, blocking Zhang Fan's line of sight. He looked up and saw a boy of his age standing before him, a kind smile on his face.

Zhang Fan turned his head away, as if he hadn't seen him.

"I heard your mother just died?" The boy whispered.

One sentence seemed to touch Zhang Fan's most sensitive nerve, and deep anger and sadness surged in his originally numb eyes.

"How happy..."

The boy's next sentence made Zhang Fan clench his fists, but before he could act, the other party's voice sounded again.

"My mother ran off with someone else... she ran off when I was in elementary school... later she even brought an uncle back... and pissed my dad to death..."

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned. He turned around and looked at the boy before him. The latter was full of smiles, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

"But my grandpa is pretty good to me. He raised me..." The boy said to himself.

"They all have parents..."

The boy turned his head and looked at the students in the classroom who were still discussing.

"You still have a dad..."

"Hehe, guess what I have?"

Zhang Fan looked at the smile on the boy's face, which was like a mask. He suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say.

"My name is Zhang Fan, from Class 3..."

A moment later, Zhang Fan finally spoke. Perhaps he found a little resonance in the person of his age before him.

"My name is Li Yishan!" The boy whispered.

The two sat side by side in the corridor, gradually becoming familiar.

Just then, the class bell rang.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..."

A hurried call came from afar. Zhang Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with a stern face standing in the corridor, waving at him.

Zhang Fan saw this and hurried to get up and run over.

"You are..."

"You've been enrolled for a week, why don't you even recognize your head teacher?" The middle-aged woman said in a deep voice: "If you continue like this, I'll have to talk to your father..."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman raised her eyelids slightly: "Didn't you hear the class bell? What are you doing there?"

"I was chatting with Li Yishan..." Zhang Fan said with his head down.

"What Li Yishan? I just saw you talking to yourself there..." The middle-aged woman frowned.

Zhang Fan turned around abruptly. The corridor was empty, and there was no other figure.

Whoosh...

In the room, Zhang Fan was immersed in a dream. His breathing became rapid, and the soft moonlight filtered through the window, splashing onto his body.

Just then, on the rooftop, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect sat in meditation, his whole body surrounded by flickering halos, like mist and electricity. Clusters of thick Three Yin Qi gathered from all directions, condensing above his head. In an instant, dark clouds gathered, spreading across the sky and obscuring the bright moon.

Suddenly, "rumbling" sounds came from the depths of the sky, and even the surrounding temperature began to drop....

"The weather changed!?"

Huangji Dao, He family manor.

He Tairan stood in front of the window, looking at the sky, his gaze cast in a very distant direction.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the night sky tonight was nothing special, but in the eyes of this helmsman of the He family, he saw many things...

In a corner of Yujing City, Three Yin Qi gathered, the sky had changed, and the meteorological phenomenon was such that even he noticed it.

"Yin and Yang are the function of heaven and earth, ghosts and gods are the good energy of the two Qi... if there is a change in meteorological phenomena, it must be the rotation of Yin and Yang!"

Just then, a hoarse voice came from the gauze curtain. Amidst the incense, the fox figure sitting like an old monk appeared and disappeared.

"Someone is practicing a heaven-startling method, actually using this path to reverse Yin and Yang!?"

He Tairan heard this, raised his eyebrows, his gaze condensed into a line, and looked at the distant sky.

At the same time, in He Fei's room.

Cold mountain wind blew in from outside the window, shaking the faint candlelight.

"Do you feel it? The Yin and Yang of Yujing City are out of balance, Three Yin Qi is surging wildly..."

A low, slightly magnetic voice came from the corner, carrying a hint of interest.

"Someone is gathering Yin to refine methods!?" He Fei frowned, showing a look of doubt.

"Who has such guts?"

"This person is either a lunatic or a fool... daring to be so blatant in Yujing City, gathering Yin to refine methods!?" The low, slightly magnetic voice sounded again.

"Those Daoist priests from Maoshan are not blind!"

Yujing City is the center of Jiangnan Province, and Maoshan, one of the ten great Daoist famous mountains in the world, is in Jiangnan Province.

"Who would make such a big commotion?" He Fei asked, puzzled.

"Pure Yang is originally an immortal method, rarely is Profound Yin passed down in the world..." The low, slightly magnetic voice sounded faintly.

"Gathering Yin to refine methods is rare in the world, and in Yujing City, there is only the Yinshan sect!"

"Yinshan sect!? They really have guts." He Fei showed a look of realization.

The only one who could make such a scene seems to be the arts of the Yinshan lineage.

"Just watch, if it gets too big, the Daoist priests from Maoshan should come down the mountain." The low, slightly magnetic voice echoed in the cold room. In the corner, the flickering candlelight reflected in the cold pupils, flashing a sharp light.

"Maoshan!!!"

Yujing City, suburban cemetery.

Gu Yuming's eyebrows almost formed a "chuan" character. Where he stood, it was all scorched earth. He saw the ground burning like fire, and no Three Yin Qi was seen growing.

"Ghost? Is it really a ghost!?" Gu Yuming whispered, his face full of disbelief.

"Master, is there really a ghost?" Xiong Ba looked at Gu Yuming's expression, startled, and hurried to hide behind him, pulling his clothes.

"Shut up!" Gu Yuming shouted, about to teach this shame of Yinshan a lesson.

Just then, "rumbling" sounds came from the night sky in the distance. Gu Yuming looked up and saw dark clouds gathering there, as black as the sky.

"This is..."

"Profound Yin becomes baleful, transforming ferocity into arts!?"

Gu Yuming's pupils contracted sharply, his old face trembled violently. He shouted, slapped his forehead, and his soul-aspect left his body, flying toward the direction where the dark clouds gathered.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 39 =====