[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-43":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},2267143,4427,"Chapter 43: Morning Encounter, He Fei Calls at the Door","pure-yang-chapter-43",43,"\u003Cp>At dawn, Taoyuan Square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan entered the lobby, his expression dazed; having just woken, he sensed unusual changes in his body—True Yang surging, yet clinging to Yin energy, coalescing at the Xuanguan and Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, last night, while asleep, he had seemingly practiced the [Northern Emperor’s Fiendish Ghost Art] and absorbed vast amounts of Yin energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you cultivate while sleeping? Am I a genius!?” Zhang Fan muttered to himself, vaguely sensing something was wrong with himself—or perhaps his Nascent Soul—but he couldn’t pinpoint what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Fan jolted, as if colliding with something soft and warm, followed immediately by a cry of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down and saw a tall, slender woman in a tight skirt lying on the floor, rubbing her long thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S-sorry… I was just distracted…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan tore his gaze from her black stockings and hurried forward to help her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine… watch where you’re walking next time, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall woman rose slowly under Zhang Fan’s support, her voice sweet and gentle, naturally tinged with a high-pitched lilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if you’d knocked over an old lady? Wouldn’t you be ruined?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be more careful next time!” Zhang Fan said awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you just graduate?” the woman asked casually, studying Zhang Fan’s appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just graduated from Dongda.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re from Dongda too?” Her eyes lit up, and she glanced at Zhang Fan again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re from Dongda as well?” Zhang Fan subtly drew closer, feeling today was truly wonderful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Wang Tiantian. I work in this building—two years ahead of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Zhang Fan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan lightly shook the hand Wang Tiantian extended—soft, warm, delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you graduated from Dongda, have you ever tried the meat soup from the Old Lady at the South Gate?” Wang Tiantian smiled teasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Lady’s meat soup? You’re joking, sis—I’ve never tried it, but I’ve heard of it.” Zhang Fan laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a legend at Dongda: after ten p.m., sometimes near the South Gate, you might encounter a street stall run by an old woman everyone called Old Lady Tang; she sold nothing else but a large iron pot of rich, steaming soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legend said that if someone encountered Old Lady Tang and drank a bowl of her soup, unexpected luck would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei was a third-year student, very beautiful, with an oval face, large eyes, and a red mole on her forehead; many pursued her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, she accepted the advances of a senior, and they became intimate; but afterward, he grew distant, even blocked all her contact methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei was heartbroken; after inquiring, she learned he already had a girlfriend—she’d been the mistress without knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Xiao Mei returned to campus late; passing the South Gate, she suddenly caught a fragrant scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did she notice an old woman pushing a broken cart outside the gate, a large iron pot simmering with thick, bubbling broth—no one knew what it contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei stepped closer and saw the old woman wearing a long gray dress, her hair white, her skin shriveled like dead wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the soup smelled so delicious that Xiao Mei couldn’t resist ordering a bowl; she drank it down at once, finding its flavor unlike any food she’d ever tasted. When she came to her senses and reached for money, the old woman was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei, bewildered, returned to her dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five days later, her best friend told her the senior who had pursued her had been diagnosed with cancer, and his girlfriend had suffered a car accident, losing a leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei was delighted; soon after, she fell in love again—with a tall, handsome boy from the neighboring department who treated her exceptionally well. Her roommates were envious; Xiao Mei felt proud, suspecting it was because she’d drunk Old Lady Tang’s soup that night…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, everyone said whoever drank that soup would gain fortune…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon after, Xiao Mei suddenly noticed that, from some unknown time, she had begun losing hair, and what remained was turning white; worst of all, her skin grew older, drier, shriveled like dead wood in winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Xiao Mei dropped out of school; no one knew what had happened to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months later, a girl returned to campus at night and encountered an old woman at the South Gate, pushing a cart with a large iron pot of soup; she wore a long gray dress, her hair thin and white, a red mole on her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongda campus had many legends; Old Lady Tang’s meat soup was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Tiantian said this clearly to find common ground with Zhang Fan. As they spoke, the elevator began ascending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never drunk Old Lady Tang’s soup, but I’ve studied late in Building A1,” Zhang Fan whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You’re brave,” Wang Tiantian said, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building A1 at Dongda carried another terrifying legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the elevator stopped at the thirteenth floor; Wang Tiantian turned, backpack on her shoulder, waved to Zhang Fan with a sweet smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little junior, let’s have lunch together sometime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan nodded, watching Wang Tiantian step out of the elevator until the doors closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a wonderful day,” Zhang Fan murmured, then immediately shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mind is restless, my conscious spirit agitated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lust and desire are great taboos for cultivators—they breed delusions, scatter the spirit, corrupt vital energy, and rot the flesh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday on the car, Jiang Hu had spoken of women and cultivation, saying for cultivators, it was a grave taboo; as the old saying goes: All mortals crave the fairy’s cave, unaware it’s a coffin’s seam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Pure Yang Ancestor once said: A sixteen-year-old maiden’s body is like silk, but desire’s blade and lust’s sword slay mortals—though no head falls, secretly they wither bone and flesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ancestor was right… Damn, I forgot to add WeChat…” Zhang Fan smacked his forehead, suddenly alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soft chime pulled Zhang Fan back to reality; he raised his hand and saw the elevator had stopped at the seventeenth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stepped out of the elevator, carrying his bag, heading toward Yebuliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young man with a cold, handsome face, dressed in a sharp suit, stepped out of Yebuliang; Wen He offered him a professional smile as he saw him off outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s… from the He family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan recognized the man instantly—he’d seen him standing on a balcony outside the He family estate when he’d delivered goods with Wen He and Lao Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen He said he was the He family’s most outstanding youth, He Tai Ran’s illegitimate son, brought home at age nine, and one who had awakened the Horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He Fei!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan recalled his name, and a strange feeling surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered correctly, this He Fei was He Huan’s brother—on that day at the He family estate, Zhang Fan had personally shattered He Huan’s Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s he doing here!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan, guilt-ridden, felt his heart pound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Huan’s Nascent Soul had been shattered, leaving her a vegetable, barely alive; Zhang Fan had heard from Wen He that only He Fei’s persistent opposition had prevented the He family from euthanizing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The siblings were unusually close; He Fei had secretly investigated who had harmed his sister that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could he have found out!?” Zhang Fan muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, He Fei drew near; as he passed Zhang Fan, he suddenly halted, turned, and stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s heart tightened; he turned around, his True Yang ready to burst forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your zipper’s undone,” He Fei said casually, then turned toward the elevator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1292,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","92ac9962dafcc44dc426562343fe3201f8724339351583ca01a853d2364d5efc","pure-yang-chapter-44","pure-yang-chapter-42",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]