[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-468":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},2267568,4427,"Chapter 468","pure-yang-chapter-468",468,"\u003Cp>The Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, a lineage of the Daoist sect, a divine family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighty years ago, after the great Daoist calamity, this lineage vanished into silence; though it split into northern and southern branches, it never regained its former glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavens and earth are vast, the rivers surge and ebb; eighty years have passed, and no trace of Longhu Zhang’s disciples remains in the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Pure Yang family is a legend,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the Longhu Zhang family is a myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the long span of ages, that lineage once held the reins of the Daoist sect, peerless under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Zhangs… he’s a Zhang of the Zhang family!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard before the hall, all were stunned; countless incredulous gazes fell upon Zhang Fan, brimming with deep shock and doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the third-generation disciples of the Xu family: Xu Yinhao, Xu Yindeng, Xu Ziwu…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To these younger generations, Longhu Zhang was a true legend—only faint rumors survived, never seen in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhixia stared at Zhang Fan in astonishment, her beautiful eyes trembling, barely able to contain herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never once linked Zhang Fan’s surname “Zhang” to the Longhu Zhang family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a disciple of Longhu Mountain!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yinhao and Xu Yindeng exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder such youth possesses such cultivation and such realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the boundless heavens and earth, only that lineage could produce such a true dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, they felt more at ease, more certain, more utterly convinced than anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Xu Changshou’s lips moved slightly, feeling unbearably parched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he seemed to recognize Zhang Fan anew—this true master of the Fan Sect had such origins, descended from the Dao Ancestor’s lineage, unquestionably orthodox Daoist blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he could single-handedly drive back all rivals in Tongluo Mountain, slay Yu Xuanji, and even cause the former Tongluo Mountain demon king to reemerge and escape the great calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the courtyard erupted; countless thoughts surged through the crowd—curiosity, disbelief, shock… all manner of reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet beneath all those stares, Zhang Fan remained utterly calm, his deep, dark eyes undisturbed by the slightest ripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if heaven and earth overturned before him, he would not stir a single thought, unmoved and steadfast…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What an exceptional seed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinchao gazed at Zhang Fan and could not help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniably, across the vast world, any sect that bore such a seed could look forward to great prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, are you truly a Zhang?” Xu Chengtian’s gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this age, such a status is far too sensitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, do you have nothing to defend yourself with?” Xu Jinchao said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Defend myself? What’s there to defend?” Zhang Fan suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Zhang Fan, of the southern Zhang lineage of Longhu Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the entire hall erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even hearing these words spoken directly by Zhang Fan still left everyone stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this young man was not merely a disciple of Longhu Mountain—he was the long-extinct southern Zhang lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Xu Chengtian, Xu Jinshi, and other elder Xu elders all changed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southern Zhang’s embers had not yet died—and now they appeared openly before the Xu ancestral shrine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinchao fell silent, turning to Xu Xuanxiao, who stood coldly beside Zhang Fan, expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gesture seemed to say everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is Zhang Tiansheng to you?” Xu Jinchao suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is my grandfather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wenjun’s grandson!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s voice was casual, yet the elders were all moved; their gazes toward him grew complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, the southern Zhang dabbled in forbidden arts and fell overnight—yet Zhang Tiansheng’s line alone survived. Truly an anomaly.” Xu Jinchao sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dabbled in forbidden arts?” Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened slightly: “Elder, is this an official verdict—or merely the Xu family’s stance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinchao showed no expression, but his gaze toward Zhang Fan held a profound meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, the grudges of the elders should not be laid upon you—but whose surname is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your father carries blood on his hands; now he is a fugitive on the run, hunted by countless souls…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your appearance here today is fate’s reckoning. Stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Xu Zhixia’s face darkened with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Changshou’s expression sank; his heart churned like ants on a hot pan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan said nothing in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you afraid?” Xu Jinchao said, watching Zhang Fan’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calamity is the elixir of immortality; even at the end of the road, a sliver of heavenly light still shines through.” Zhang Fan spoke softly but firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder, you know well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The southern Zhang bloodline grows on calamity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Zhang Tiansheng has a grandson like you. If the southern Zhang does not perish, you alone can reign supreme in this world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinchao’s eyes lit up; his praise rang like a sword’s soft chime, echoing through the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, an invisible pressure, vast as a raging ocean, surged from all directions, crushing down upon Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, Zhang Fan became a boat untethered on sea and river, tossed wildly by storm and wind, unable to steady himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared aloud, his third eye trembling, a brilliant light bursting skyward—a nascent soul shot upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang… bang… bang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this crushing pressure, Zhang Fan’s nascent soul could no longer be contained; terrifying phenomena erupted like a dam breaking, like mountains collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast wastelands rose in calamity; the nascent soul suddenly opened the heavenly gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, every face changed; all looked up—the skyward nascent soul was so mysterious, so majestic…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around it, black and white energies boiled, like blazing daylight, like endless night; divine and demonic figures stood side by side, peerless under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, they felt their own nascent souls sealed shut, as if sensing an unprecedented terror, imprisoned within, cut off from the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… what kind of nascent soul is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is his true power… terrifying… terrifying…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the faces of Xu Yinhao and Xu Yindeng, all color had vanished; they could not even bear to look at that nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did they realize how terrifying that man truly was, how deeply he had hidden himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Longhu Zhang has been in decline for eighty years—how could they still produce a disciple like this!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just them—all third-generation Xu disciples, even second-generation disciples like Xu Mingjing and Xu Mingcheng, were now silenced by the crushing pressure of that terrifying nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those with the cultivation of the Zhai Shou realm found their inner light extinguished, as if plunged into endless night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply unimaginable that a human nascent soul could be cultivated to such a realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The most monstrous of all—divine-demonic sacred embryo… You’ve truly mastered it, aside from Wang of the Great Spirit Sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of cold light passed through Xu Jinchao’s eyes; his invisible aura surged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1150,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3b3f347faf4d78f4669f8cf036ed2d962ca03ce1ba19b767e9a649be3d1e05ee","pure-yang-chapter-469","pure-yang-chapter-467",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]