[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-38":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},2267138,4427,"Chapter 38: Taiyin Becomes a Demon, Zhang Fan","pure-yang-chapter-38",38,"\u003Cp>Dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if about to rain at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan sat alone, curled in a corner of the school corridor, staring blankly at the sky, his expression as gloomy as the weather, his eyes hollow with numbness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The new transfer student’s name is Zhang Fan; I heard his mother just died in a car accident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A child without a mother is like grass—no wonder he never talks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I always feel he’s weird… better stay away from him. My dad says people who’ve been in accidents change drastically—they’re dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a distant classroom, several classmates of similar age peeked out, watching the newcomer huddled in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of murmurs reached Zhang Fan’s ears without obstruction, yet he acted as if he heard nothing, his numb eyes showing not the slightest ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a shadow fell over him, blocking his view; he looked up and saw a boy his own age standing before him, wearing a kind smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan turned his head away, as if he hadn’t seen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard your mom just died?” the boy whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words struck a nerve deep within Zhang Fan; his numb eyes flared with deep anger and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How lucky…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s next sentence made Zhang Fan clench his fists, but before he could react, the boy spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mom ran off with someone else… she left when I was in elementary school… then she brought back an uncle… drove my dad to death from rage…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan froze, turning to face the boy, who wore a calm smile—as if recounting someone else’s story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my grandfather treated me well… he raised me…” the boy went on, speaking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They all have parents…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy turned his head, glancing at the classmates still whispering inside the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still have a father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, guess what I’ve got?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared at the boy’s smile, like a mask; suddenly, he fell silent, unsure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Zhang Fan… Class Three…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Zhang Fan finally spoke—perhaps, in this boy his own age, he found a flicker of resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Li Yi!” the boy whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sat side by side on the corridor, gradually growing more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the school bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hurried call came from afar; Zhang Fan looked up and saw a stern middle-aged woman standing in the corridor, waving at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her, Zhang Fan quickly rose and ran over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been enrolled for a week—how can you not recognize your homeroom teacher?” the woman said sternly. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to talk to your father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she lifted her eyelids slightly: “Didn’t you hear the bell? What were you doing over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was talking to Li Yi…” Zhang Fan muttered, head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What Li Yi? I only saw you talking to yourself…” the woman frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan spun around—the corridor was empty, not a soul in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room, Zhang Fan lay asleep, his breathing growing rapid; soft moonlight streamed through the window, spilling over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, atop the rooftop, Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul sat in meditation, surrounded by flickering halos like mist and lightning; thick streams of yin energy gathered from all directions, coalescing above his head, instantly forming dense dark clouds that spread across the heavens, obscuring the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a deep rumbling echoed from the depths of the sky, and the surrounding temperature began to drop.…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The weather’s changing!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huangji Dao, He Family Estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Tai ran stood by the window, gazing at the sky, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ordinary people, tonight’s night sky held nothing unusual—but to this head of the He family, he saw much more…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some corner of Yujing City, yin energy had converged, the heavens had shifted; such meteorological signs had drawn his notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin and yang are the workings of heaven and earth; spirits and ghosts are the subtle powers of the two qi… when meteorological changes occur, yin and yang must be in motion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a hoarse voice emerged from behind the gauze curtains; amidst the incense smoke, the fox-shaped figure, seated like an ancient monk, flickered in and out of view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone is refining a shocking technique—using this path to reverse yin and yang!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, He Tai ran’s eyebrows lifted; his gaze sharpened into a single line, fixed on the distant sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in He Fei’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold mountain wind blew in through the window, swaying the faint glow of a candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you feel it? The yin-yang balance in Yujing City has been disrupted—yin energy surges wildly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, resonant voice came from the corner, tinged with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone is gathering yin to refine a technique!?” He Fei frowned, his expression puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who has the audacity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This person is either a madman or a fool… daring to gather yin and refine techniques so openly in Yujing City!?” the low, resonant voice spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Daoists of Maoshan aren’t blind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yujing City is the center of Jiangnan Province, and Maoshan—one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains—is located in Jiangnan Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who would make such a commotion?” He Fei asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pure yang is the method of immortals; yin is rarely passed down in the mortal world…” the low, resonant voice murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gathering yin to refine techniques is rare—only the Yin Mountain Sect exists within Yujing City!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yin Mountain Sect!?” He Fei’s eyes widened in realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the techniques of the Yin Mountain Sect could produce such a disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch closely—if this escalates, the Maoshan Daoists will descend from their mountain.” The low, resonant voice echoed through the chilly room; the flickering candlelight cast a glimmer of sharpness into the cold pupils in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maoshan!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yujing City, outskirts cemetery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yuming’s brow was knotted into a deep “ Chuan ”; where he stood, the ground had turned to scorched earth, glowing as if alive with flame, yet no yin energy rose from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell? Is this really happening!?” Gu Yuming muttered, his face filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, are there really ghosts?” Xiong Ba, watching Gu Yuming’s expression, jumped in fright and quickly hid behind him, tugging at his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut your mouth!” Gu Yuming barked, about to scold this disgrace of Yin Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a rumbling echoed from the distant night sky; Gu Yuming looked up and saw dark clouds gathering, black as the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taiyin becomes a demon, transforming evil into technique!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Yuming’s pupils contracted sharply; his aged face trembled violently. He let out a roar, slammed his palm against his forehead, and his Nascent Soul shot out, racing toward the gathering clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1140,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f1a26881bd97c3c3412baa8d67e31e782d9d14ecb29ca439b86c50816923d7f6","pure-yang-chapter-39","pure-yang-chapter-37",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]