[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-454":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},2267554,4427,"Chapter 454: Five Waters Converge at Jinmen, the Spiritual Turtle Guards the Capital","pure-yang-chapter-454",454,"\u003Cp>North of Huaguo, the city of Jinmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was September; the summer heat had not yet faded, and stepping out of the airport, the blinding sun stung the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan pushed his luggage and had already set foot in one of Huaguo’s most prosperous and legendary northern cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinmen… this is truly the gateway to the capital,” Zhang Fan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, Jinmen has been the gateway to the imperial capital and the nation’s vital water transport hub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In modern times, this place teemed with foreign concessions, martial sects, and a thick aura of the Jianghu—wrestling halls, escort agencies, martial arts schools, teahouses, theaters, opium dens—all scattered everywhere, a chaotic mix of all walks of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive on Jinmen’s soil, one need not possess the transcendent abilities of a marvel or mystic—only the extraordinary, cunning skills needed to endure a chaotic age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been many years since I came back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Changshou walked up from behind, his expression complex, tinged with the trepidation of returning home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had left the Xu family and Jinmen in his youth, wandering the lands of Xijiang, never returning since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, back in his homeland, all was changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar things, the familiar people—all had taken on new forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xu, you’ve finally come home—this is your territory now,” Zhang Fan smiled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Home…” Xu Changshou whispered, savoring the hidden emotion in those two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two pushed their luggage and hailed a taxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shanshui Pavilion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an Xu family enterprise—their destination for this journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, Zhang Fan watched the scenery outside; Jinmen’s customs were indeed unique—waterways crisscrossed, flanked by towering buildings, boats drifting on the rivers, crowds thronging the bridges nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, this is our famed Wanguo Bridge—soon it’ll ‘click’ right up, real interesting,” the driver said enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan smiled but said nothing, watching the intersecting waterways; as a Daoist cultivator, he refined his body, observed heaven and earth, sensed qi currents…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he could not help but marvel at Jinmen’s fengshui layout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child, beyond daily cultivation, both Li Linglong and Zhang Lingzong had taught him basic fengshui and mountain patterns—especially Zhang Lingzong, who had explained Jinmen’s fengshui in meticulous detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had been here himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinmen’s fengshui layout was extraordinarily unique—summed up in one phrase:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine rivers meet at the end, water dragons converge, guarding the capital, the turtle city stands eternal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinmen lies at the “end of the nine rivers,” where numerous rivers of the Haihe Basin empty into the sea, the only maritime outlet for northern Huaguo’s water systems—thus forming the “convergence of water dragons” fengshui pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most crucially, it is the water mouth of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fengshui, the water mouth is the final outlet of a region’s water flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fengshui—water is paramount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water mouth determines the gathering and dispersal of vital qi and the flow of wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinmen is the great water mouth of the capital’s fengshui system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the capital, as a thousand-year imperial seat, sits on the “acupoint” of the Northern Branch of the Ancestral Dragon Vein—a true mountain dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the Northern Branch Dragon comes from the northwest, plunges into Jinmen’s water dragon pattern, like a dragon returning to the sea—mountains and waters complete, energy full, royal qi even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Jinmen is not merely the capital’s gateway—it also enhances the capital’s dragon qi through fengshui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the car, Zhang Fan suddenly felt his third eye tremble; an invisible wave spread outward, gentle as a breeze, surging like tidal waves, filling the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Changshou’s brow twitched, sensing something—he turned to Zhang Fan, his expression shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he felt Zhang Fan’s aura had merged with the surroundings; his yuanshen had become part of the environment, sensing the rhythm of heaven and earth, the pulse of the city…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Changshou’s expression turned grave, his heart in turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this technique paled beside the Tianshi’s [Heaven-Man Unity], it already carried a trace of profound mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fan Wang…” Xu Changshou whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Fan Sect today, all worship the Fan Wang’s divine statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fan Sect venerates none but this True King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people might not grasp it, but Xu Changshou, at his level, knew well—how terrifying, how absurd, how inconceivable it was for a mortal to establish a divine seat and receive human incense offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Common mortals, weak and lowly, attempting such a feat would invite heavenly retribution—lighter cases ended in early death, heavier ones in family ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet since that divine statue was established, Zhang Fan had seemed even more… different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Man, it’s broad daylight and I’m getting dizzy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the driver’s cry echoed inside the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes—he knew the driver had been affected by his aura; the invisible wave had disturbed the balance of the man’s shen and yuanshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This encounter would have lasting effects—after returning, the man would likely manifest strange phenomena, even experience brief awakenings of his yuanshen during sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ancient times, this would be considered encountering a master; with sufficient fortune, one could become his disciple and receive guidance—a tremendous blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinmen really is a giant turtle,” Zhang Fan murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, with his yuanshen attuned, he had sensed the vast city of Jinmen like a giant turtle crawling atop the confluence of water dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinmen rose through water transport, flourishing in the Tang Dynasty, but its true city-building began in the Ming,” Xu Changshou said, glancing at Zhang Fan with hidden meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the second year of Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, the court established Tianjin Wei and began constructing the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, the Minister of Works was Huang Fu, a master of fengshui and geomancy—he designed Jinmen as a “Turtle City,” forming the [Spiritual Turtle Calms the Waters] fengshui pattern to neutralize water calamities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinmen’s fengshui core is water—that’s why the Xu family took root here,” Xu Changshou whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Fan felt a sudden clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, Xu Zu wandered the land, controlling floods, slaying serpents and subduing dragons, achieving deeds of cosmic scale, and ultimately ascending to immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been bound to water his entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why the [Xu Zu Sword] is enshrined here—kept by this spiritual turtle,” Xu Changshou said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Zhang Fan’s heart stirred deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the car stopped before the [Shanshui Pavilion].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping out, Zhang Fan saw towering Western-style buildings around him; the ancient, simple pavilion stood oddly out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the concession area,” Xu Changshou explained. “Now it’s a popular tourist spot, a must-visit landmark in Jinmen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the pavilion, the central hall held a massive black-copper water basin, floating with golden lotuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black represents water; gold generates water—thus the water qi flourished endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1137,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","23bec8c35b71b443acc9a8ab12bf83be8b041c5e728a5120996d0342977c115f","pure-yang-chapter-455","pure-yang-chapter-453",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]