[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-450":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},2267550,4427,"Chapter 450","pure-yang-chapter-450",450,"\u003Cp>A remote mountain village, a small tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan felt as if he had endured a vast dream, the long night seeming but a fleeting instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient temple, the divine altar, the Daoist Ancestor, the Three Corpses, the bronze mirror, the ritual sword…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he had seen, heard, touched, pondered, contemplated… was utterly real, not the slightest illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when he regained clarity, he was still in that desolate village tavern, beside him was Zhang Suxin, before him stood the elderly man with snow-white hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the table remained a half-eaten dish of peanuts and half a plate of pork head meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You broke through the [Dream of Floating Life]!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Zhang Suxin’s delicate face, deep solemnity surfaced; her gaze never wavered from Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dream of Floating Life is a unique technique after [Enshrining the Divine Statues]; such a dream, though illusory, is nearly indistinguishable from reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everything within the dream is utterly real, mirroring the true world in every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary cultivators trapped within it cannot awaken; over time, they become part of the dream, their Nascent Souls dissolving, never to return to truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, you are truly extraordinary—able to pierce through this floating dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow-white-haired elder stared coldly at Zhang Fan, his voice rhythmic, resonating with an uncanny frequency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All worldly affairs drift with flowing water; life is but a great dream…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan murmured: “In ancient times, Master Lu dreamed of millet porridge, using illusion to cultivate truth, thus attaining the wondrous realm of the Earthly Immortal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“False becomes true, and true becomes false; within the dream, the dream resides within the self.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s experience was real—yet it was also a great dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One is within the dream, yet the dream resides within the self—profound beyond profundity, marvel beyond marvel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a great art that seizes life and death—and yet also a wondrous method to cultivate immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the snow-white-haired elder’s gaze sharpened into a single thread; astonishment mingled with solemn gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So young, yet such cultivation and bearing… your understanding of the Dao has reached this level…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly, the younger generation is formidable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, do you already know who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze turned sharp, fixing on Zhang Suxin, then on the snow-white-haired elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Aren’t you Zhao Jiexuan?” Zhang Suxin said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sought me first, not Zhang Wu—this proves you came with answers.” Zhang Fan replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clever mind, perceptive as if seeing through fire.” The snow-white-haired elder sighed softly: “Zhao Jiexuan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you truly are a disciple of the Southern Zhang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Zhang Fan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Lingzong is my father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the snow-white-haired elder fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Suxin’s eyes lit up, reassessing Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Lingzong Wang—the one who stood equal to Qianxuan Uncle!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of the feud between the Northern and Southern Zhang branches, merely uttering the name [Zhang Lingzong] made every soul in Northern Zhang territory know it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhang Lingzong was the strongest among the third-generation disciples of Southern Zhang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then Zhang Qianxuan was the foremost among the third-generation disciples of Northern Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Northern Qianxuan, Southern Lingzong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two met as youths, that year when the Zhang clan gathered north and south to perform the [Enshrining the Divine Statues] ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that grand gathering, only two among the Northern and Southern Zhang branches received the highest Dao titles: [Lingzong] and [Qianxuan].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day forward, their fates, like sworn enemies, began to unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after Southern Zhang fell, when Zhang Lingzong fled with Zhang Nanfeng and Zhang Sheng through the rivers and lakes, Zhang Qianxuan shadowed him relentlessly, engaging in countless life-or-death battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bloody trials swiftly transformed the two third-generation Zhang disciples into what they are today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The embers of Southern Zhang… he is the son of the Great Lingzong Wang!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Suxin stared at Zhang Fan, her delicate face revealing curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a fourth-generation disciple, she had never lived through the era when both branches coexisted, nor knew the old grudges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, by lineage, she was, in a sense, Zhang Fan’s distant cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… you are the grandson of Second Elder Zhang.” The snow-white-haired elder gazed at Zhang Fan, his eyes unfocused, murmuring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know my grandfather?” Zhang Fan’s heart stirred, unable to help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Zhang Mengsheng. Before your father was born, I already knew your grandfather.” Zhang Mengsheng said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Zhang clan split north and south, for a long time they lived in harmony, especially among the second-generation disciples who frequently interacted, all sharing the same dream: one day to reopen Longhu Mountain and restore the glory of this thousand-year immortal sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was a peaceful, tranquil era—though divided north and south, there was no true division…” Zhang Mengsheng murmured, lost in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We sprang from the same root—how could one brush write two ‘Zhang’ characters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same root?” Zhang Fan laughed: “Same root, so you stabbed us in the back, slaughtered our Southern Zhang disciples, exterminated our Southern Zhang clan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a fine ‘same root.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold voice echoed within the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Suxin remained silent; in Northern Zhang, this history was rarely mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For fourth-generation disciples, it was a taboo topic—known only vaguely: Southern Zhang had taken a wrong path, practiced forbidden arts, deemed abhorrent by the world; Northern Zhang merely cleansed the sect on behalf of the Ancestors, purging evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The events of that time… were fiercely debated within the clan…” Zhang Mengsheng sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, many in Northern Zhang opposed violence, arguing that fratricide always brought ill omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their voices were crushed by the war faction’s iron will and bloodied hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mengsheng himself had once opposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Individual will cannot stand against the tide of fate.” Zhang Mengsheng sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a fine ‘tide of fate.’” Zhang Fan sneered: “Isn’t it simply ambition within, and powerful allies without?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhang Fan’s view, Northern Zhang sought to seize the true lineage of Longhu Mountain—and just then, Bai He Guan extended its hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never forget: that white crane had confessed it had torn out Zhang Tiansheng’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were you there when Southern Zhang was destroyed?” Zhang Fan asked the elder before him, coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mengsheng nodded, seemingly unwilling to recall the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That night… no one wishes to remember… rivers of blood stained Zhuhu…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was gravely wounded in that great battle—yet your grandfather spared my life.” Zhang Mengsheng sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Southern Zhang had many experts; he had expected to die—but in the end, Zhang Tiansheng did not take his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, by then, that unconventional genius of Southern Zhang still remembered old debts of kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Suxin looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Zhang Mengsheng carried a hidden illness; for years, his cultivation had regressed instead of advancing—otherwise, given his seniority, why would he be sent on this mission!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather was truly merciful.” Zhang Fan said coldly, his words sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your grandfather was a pure idealist… actually…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mengsheng hesitated, then said: “Without him, Southern Zhang might never have taken this path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Southern Zhang sought to unite the entire clan to forge a master who achieved [Three Corpses Mirroring Fate], to ascend as the Master of Wuwei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This plan had stalled for years—until Zhang Tiansheng emerged, giving Southern Zhang hope, and thus planting the seed of their annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To realize this ideal, he would abandon everything—utterly mad.” Zhang Mengsheng sighed gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man, are you still setting a trap for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s brow lifted, his gaze exploding like cold stars—the scenery around him dissolved like ink in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look again: where was the tavern? Even the lone village was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold mountain winds blew across the wilderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up, a great moon hung high; all around lay only weeds and broken stones, a dim yellow lantern hanging from a crooked tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puch…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mengsheng’s face turned ghastly, blood oozing from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master’s Granduncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Suxin’s expression changed instantly; she rushed forward to support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The younger generation is formidable—truly formidable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mengsheng’s face was as white as paper, his eyes dimmed, fixed on Zhang Fan, unable to stop shaking his head in quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>",1362,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3ef8e589fafdb7b6f2a1b77603d57672d4e00c020ecba3b303b43d8ddccda038","pure-yang-chapter-451","pure-yang-chapter-449",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]