[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-455":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},2267555,4427,"Chapter 455: Heaven Is High, Earth Is Deep! The Young Lady Married Far to Southern Zhang","pure-yang-chapter-455",455,"\u003Cp>Shanhuibuilding, rest room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That casual glance met, like fire igniting in darkness—bright yet subtle, drawing the attention of the two young talents of the Xu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation seemed careless, yet deliberately crafted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, are you a disciple of Master Changshou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man wearing black-rimmed glasses turned around, fixing Zhang Fan with a bold, sweeping gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple?” Zhang Fan gave no answer, instead asking: “Are you from the Xu family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Xu Yinhao, and he’s Xu Yindeng, my younger brother,” said the young man with black-rimmed glasses, his tone cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Xu Yindeng said nothing, merely tracing a golden ring with his fingers, his eyes roaming over Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third-generation disciple of the Xu family,” Zhang Fan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, this wasn’t his first time dealing with someone from the Xu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, in Guixi Province, before entering the Ten Thousand Mountains, Zhang Fan had killed two Xu disciples in that small courtyard—Xu Changnian and Xu Banshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Changshou has been away for many years; taking in a disciple or two isn’t unusual—but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xu Yindeng spoke. Compared to his brother, his demeanor was sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xu family’s Dao cannot be passed to outsiders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Xu Yindeng paused slightly, his gaze toward Zhang Fan growing threefold colder: “What Dao did Master Changshou teach you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s expression remained calm, yet a sudden clarity rose within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two brothers hadn’t appeared here by accident. Master Changshou’s return had indeed strengthened the Second Branch’s power—but within the branch itself, a powerful dragon crossing the river must take food from others’ mouths, especially one who had been gone for decades, with unknown origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Second Branch rejoiced at Master Changshou’s return, yet secretly guarded against him, even sought to control him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Internal strife is always an instinct buried in human bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sighed inwardly: the Wuwei Sect and Daoist sects were like this, Zhang family’s North and South Lines were like this, and the Xu family was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re trying to probe my roots!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan suddenly lifted his gaze, locking eyes with the two Xu brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Changshou has been away for over thirty years; now that he’s returned to his ancestral roots, he brought only you. Clearly, he holds you in high regard,” said Xu Yinhao, voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If so, naturally, we brothers are curious about the skills of the disciple Master Changshou has trained.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Changshou had wandered for over thirty years, returned to his ancestral home, and brought only Zhang Fan—clearly, his status was extraordinary. Yet for one so young, he should logically be of the disciple generation. In truth, had they not known Master Changshou had no children, they might have suspected this young man was also surnamed Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to see if I’ve cultivated the Xu family’s Dao,” Zhang Fan smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bearing the Xu surname meant no right to cultivate the Xu Zu’s lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Master Changshou had taught him, he’d have broken ancestral rules—and thus left behind a handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zhang Fan’s “blunt honesty,” the two Xu brothers said nothing, yet their gazes grew even sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting. You wanting to probe my roots is understandable—but I have only one thing to say to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sat still, unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Xu Yindeng asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, you know not the height of heaven or the depth of earth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Xu Yinhao moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether enraged by Zhang Fan’s words or because his battle intent had reached its peak,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his third eye trembled violently, sending out waves of energy like ripples spreading—vast, boundless, extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a terrifying roar erupted—like the cry of an ancient mythical beast—echoing through the quiet room, shaking the Xuanxuan Primordial Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Longjiao Yin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, Xu Zu quelled floods across the land, slaying countless dragons, and from these extraordinary aquatic beasts he had cultivated this Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This technique mimicked the dragon’s roar—not through mouth or throat, but through spirit vibration, approaching the dragon’s frequency perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once perfected, the Longjiao Yin’s cry would drive ordinary cultivators mad, sending their spirits into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Longjiao Yin, rivers in turmoil, winds and waves stir, chilling the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floods surge, heaven and earth drown, mortal dust stirs into a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strange, terrifying sound was imperceptible to ordinary senses, yet within its frequency, every spirit—awakened or not—was affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, external spirit scenes appeared: rivers, seas, lakes—all waterways of the world—where surging waves overturned heaven and earth; amid thunder and lightning, the ancient beast surged skyward, dominating the clouds, ravaging the waves, its roar striking terror into all cultivators, extinguishing Primordial Spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That terrifying wave surged toward Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xu Zu’s Dao is truly extraordinary,” Zhang Fan murmured, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still sat there, listening to the dragon’s cry, watching the waves rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Xu Yinhao’s third eye trembled violently—the dragon’s roar cut off. In the raging sea, a streak of fire shot skyward, supreme and absolute, evaporating the four seas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a fire dragon streaked across the heavens, diving into the ocean, opening its jaws to swallow the raging dragon whole, turning the surging waves into endless white steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire dragon swallows dragon, steam rises from rivers and seas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the spirits of Xu Yinhao and Xu Yindeng were pulled into the external scene—their spirits trembled in terror, pinned by the fire dragon that spanned sea and sky, caught in its fangs and claws in a single thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, their spirits no longer belonged to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, they finally understood what “Dao transcends mystery” meant, what “life and death beyond choice” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All probing, all tricks, crumbled before absolute power and terror—childish, laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you know the height of heaven, the depth of earth, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s voice echoed in the ears of Xu Yinhao and Xu Yindeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, all illusions vanished—the external spirit scene melted like snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yinhao stared wide-eyed, standing like a withered log, clothes soaked in sweat, spirit utterly drained, legs trembling like a man drained dry in a brothel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed dazedly around—the rest room was empty, no one else present, only the two brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he couldn’t tell if he’d just lived through a great dream, or even if anyone had entered this room at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boundary between reality and illusion had blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the lag caused by spirit disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yindeng trembled as he looked at Xu Yinhao, eyes filled with deep dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yinhao waved his hand, swaying unsteadily.\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0825e614afea4740c5c1276cdaf6c98641a1256ec105ae810ad1d3787bb9fe01","pure-yang-chapter-456","pure-yang-chapter-454",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]