[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-451":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},2267551,4427,"Chapter 451","pure-yang-chapter-451",451,"\u003Cp>Tongluo Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Men headquarters, Nanwang Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this first blessed land has begun to gather a faint scent of incense, but those who come here to offer incense are no ordinary people—they are disciples selected from Fan Men’s branches across the land, the former scattered cultivator temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These individuals have low realms and no special inheritance or guidance, yet all have awakened their Yuan Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though blank as white paper, once they cultivate within the first blessed land, each will surely make considerable progress in a short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blessed land, by its nature, seizes the mystery of heaven and earth, draws forth the spiritual beauty of mountains and seas, and is most suited for cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simple terms, such places possess unique magnetic fields that make it easier for one to enter the states of “ultimate emptiness” and “constant stillness,” allowing one’s own frequency to gradually harmonize with the natural environment, achieving resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human and heaven become one, moving and transforming together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the marvel of a blessed land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, in ancient times, great alchemists would retreat from the mortal world, vanish into deep mountains, seek blessed lands and cave heavens, contemplate the Dao, and gradually reach the realm of feathered ascension, becoming terrestrial immortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet precisely because of their unique magnetic fields, ordinary people whose Yuan Shen has not awakened cannot find them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortals cannot see that “path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as legend says the Underworld lies beneath Mount Dongyue, with the entrance to the Yellow Spring Road hidden within the mountain—yet ordinary people can never find or see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, tales of such things continue to circulate in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine seats of Earth Mother, Lord Dongyue, and other deities who govern the netherworld are all there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even say that those with the Child Destiny must never climb Dongyue, or they may see that path and be trapped there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhang Fan was in middle school, a classmate went with his parents to climb Dongyue during summer vacation; upon returning, he developed leukemia. The school organized a donation drive, but he died not long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, people said he had the Child Destiny—he went to Dongyue, climbed the mountain, and saw a path that didn’t exist. He even pointed it out to his parents, saying many people were on it, wondering what attraction it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, blessed lands, secret realms, and cave heavens have been shrouded in mystery since ancient times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, this is no more mysterious than cultivation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s simply using the illusory to cultivate the true—the higher one’s realm, the more truth one can perceive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivation is cultivating the true!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve picked quite a few good seedlings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Nanwang Palace, Zhang Fan stepped out, stood before the gate, and looked up to see the green mountains standing like stone steles, encircling all around, birds returning in flight, clouds drifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just a single thought, Zhang Fan sensed that thirty-six new souls now resided at Fan Men’s headquarters—all awakened Yuan Shen, though their realms were low, the strongest barely reaching the second realm of [Shu Tu].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In today’s age, the mortal world is polluted, hearts are restless, and it’s becoming ever less suitable for cultivation,” Zhang Wuming sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To have selected these thirty-six is already difficult enough; even so, their talent cannot compare to disciples of the Ten Famous Mountains of the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fortunately, since their realms are low, they remain highly malleable,” Zhang Wuming said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Fan Men, if one seeks elite cultivators, there are still disciples of [Xuan Shi], [Ling Si], even [Gao Gong] rank—but alas, their paths are too far advanced, nearly set in stone, with little potential left to extract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Fan Men to grow and thrive, it must cultivate its own core lineage and elite members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, even these thirty-six are mostly leftovers discarded by major sects—otherwise, how could they have become scattered cultivators?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True dragons rise from humble origins… wasn’t Xu Ji also a leftover?” Zhang Fan chuckled: “Perhaps among them are pearls hidden in dust, merely undiscovered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He wasn’t a leftover,” Zhang Wuming shot him a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though he joined Gesao Mountain, he paid tuition—and never received true transmission,” Zhang Fan said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiyear began mixing in society after middle school graduation: fatherless, motherless, girlfriend dead, worked as a deliveryman and security guard, distant from all kin, poorly educated, and took up mountain cultivation only because he had nowhere else to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not paid tuition, Gesao Mountain would never have admitted him into the quiet cultivation class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s different…” Zhang Wuming shook his head: “He was born with destiny. To put it bluntly, had he not met you, he wouldn’t have had such fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hear this man now holds extraordinary status at Gesao Mountain—the abbot himself, acting as master, has taken him as younger brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Gesao Mountain’s senior disciple now addresses Xu Jiyear as “Little Master Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate is truly wondrous,” Zhang Fan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before meeting him, Xu Jiyear was essentially society’s castoff—yet now, in just a few months, he has soared beyond measure, his future boundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A man with ambition to reach the heavens cannot achieve it without destiny,” Zhang Wuming sighed: “This is our tragedy, the limitation of mortals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the sudden reflection?” Zhang Fan chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You tell me,” Zhang Wuming gave him a sidelong glance, his expression grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days ago, Zhang Fan returned to Tongluo Mountain and told him of encountering the Northern Zhang clan beneath Longhu Mountain—since then, his mood had never lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Northern and Southern Zhang branches split, I am the only one who dared to betray the clan,” Zhang Wuming said heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jiexuan—that is Zhang Fan—that is the remnant of Southern Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this identity confirmed, no further words or evidence are needed: Zhang Wuming associating with Southern Zhang is, beyond doubt, treason against Northern Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seems Northern Zhang long ago obtained accurate intelligence—sending Zhang Mengsheng and Zhang Suxin was merely to confirm it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you say so, then in the past hundred years, only two have dared to betray the Zhang clan,” Zhang Fan teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two!?” Zhang Wuming froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One is the Three Corpses Daoist, the other is you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan placed a hand on Zhang Wuming’s shoulder and smiled: “That was the former number-one martial artist in the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a hundred years of Zhang family history, only two have emerged—you may yet surpass him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still have the heart to joke?” Zhang Wuming rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain Northern Zhang had already labeled him a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either way, we’ll eventually tear the mask off—you’re on Tongluo Mountain, with Elder Xie guarding you. What are you nervous about?” Zhang Fan reassured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tongluo Mountain’s demon lord: Ning Xie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In today’s world, few would dare challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand…” Zhang Wuming shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have no idea of Northern Zhang’s depth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Wuming gazed deeply at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t forget—that is the last remaining lineage of Longhu Mountain Zhang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There, masters abound; even Zhang Ganxuan alone is no weaker than your father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Northern Ganxuan, Southern Lingzong—these two are famed together, not merely in name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Northern Zhang possesses not only the Divine Sealing Art, but also [Da Fuli Soil], and the pure yang treasures left by our ancestors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming spoke with hidden meaning: “You’ve never met a Northern Zhang disciple who received a top-tier Dao title, have you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A top-tier Dao title is the pinnacle of divine sealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ganxuan and Zhang Lingzong both hold top-tier Dao titles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Sheng and Zhang Jiuzhen also hold top-tier Dao titles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One can glimpse the grandeur of those who hold top-tier Dao titles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Northern Zhang has a rule: those who earn a top-tier Dao title gain the right to contemplate [Da Fuli Soil]…” Zhang Wuming said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Nine Methods, Da Fuli Soil—the root of life and death, the mystery of creation.\u003C\u002Fp>",1329,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","70bf33497c851e13193d7119075b9617fe98fe0acc0d5276196eac469a4bb988","pure-yang-chapter-452","pure-yang-chapter-450",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]