[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-469":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},2267569,4427,"Chapter 469","pure-yang-chapter-469",469,"\u003Cp>On the path to immortality lies the Xuanguan; within the Xuanguan lie ten thousand miles of mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, countless seekers of immortality have bowed before this Xuanguan to refine their Golden Core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Ancestral Hall, in the empty courtyard where trees stood bare, the man appeared openly before all, despite the pressure of the Three Heavenly Masters, as if time had left not a single mark upon his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance seemed frozen at around forty, yet his deep eyes held the vastness of time and the weariness of ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaze after gaze converged upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the vast majority, this face was utterly unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the elders, upon seeing this man, changed expression as swiftly as lightning, nearly unable to contain themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than sixty years have passed since this man left the Xu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one ever imagined he would return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Xuanguan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinzhao stared at the man, his gaze sharp as a thread, his voice carrying a complex, indescribable emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Guan!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Xu Jinshi, his eyes half-lidded, suddenly widened in bright recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the third branch fallen so far?” Xu Xuanguan stood in the courtyard, speaking softly, his calm gaze fixed on Xu Xuanxiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xu Xuanxiao was overwhelmed with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not seen this younger brother in sixty years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve finally come back,” Xu Xuanxiao sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve returned, but not for the Xu family,” Xu Xuanguan said firmly, his gaze shifting to Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder, we meet again,” Zhang Fan hurried forward and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he was no longer naive; he now knew many secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan was born into the Xu family’s third branch, the younger brother of Xu Xuanxiao and the second elder brother of Xu Wenjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By lineage, Zhang Fan should address him as Second Uncle Grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Xu Xuanguan was one of the nine founding members of the Coffin-Bearing Society, ranked sixth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Inner Elixir is complete. With such talent, your grandparents would smile in the netherworld,” Xu Xuanguan said, regarding Zhang Fan with approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder…” Zhang Fan’s heart surged, wanting to speak, but Xu Xuanguan raised a hand to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By blood, you should call me Uncle Grandfather; by bond, I shared eight solemn oaths with your grandfather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Xuanguan, do you think this is your own courtyard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xu Chengtian roared, the head of the second branch finally breaking his silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You left the Xu family over sixty years ago—do you think you can come and go as you please?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm? Xu Chengtian, a man like you managed to become a Heavenly Master? I recall your second branch’s most promising one was Xu Chengfa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan’s tone shifted, a faint smile appearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He died long ago—over twenty years. Killed by the master of the Wuwei Gate’s Yuan Palace,” Xu Chengtian replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder. With his death, the fortune of the second branch fell to you. With your talent, barely scraping into the Heavenly Master realm is already a stretch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan said coolly: “And yet, you dare put on airs before me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words faded, an invisible ripple slowly spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive stone shell at the center of the courtyard trembled violently; the murals on the surrounding walls seemed to come alive—vast oceans, towering waves, as if bursting from the stone to drown the Xu family and Jinmen alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a spectacle was not of human making—it was like nature itself, drawing from the world’s water veins, the ninefold Xuanguan spanning ten thousand miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Chengtian’s face darkened, feeling unprecedented pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze stretched across the boundless heavens and earth, as if only that man remained—surrounded by rivers, his aura so overwhelming it tightened his spirit like a drawn bowstring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all these years, his cultivation has reached this level!?” A voice echoed in Xu Chengtian’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanxiao watched, equally overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Xuanguan, is your return today meant to show off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xu Jinzhao’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice, like spring rain and gentle wind, slowly dispersed—immediately, the terrifying spectacle vanished like clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Chengtian drew a breath, staring at Xu Xuanguan with lingering dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Jinzhao, among our clan’s peers, you were never the most brilliant—mediocre, at best. Who could have imagined the Xu family would end up in your hands?” Xu Xuanguan remained expressionless, sighing softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at this elder brother of the main branch, his tone casual, the earlier fire gone—as if recalling old times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Dao of Heaven diminishes the excess and supplements the deficient. Since ancient times, Heaven favors the weak, despises the strong. Youthful brilliance is not a blessing.” Xu Jinzhao spoke solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only foolishness allows one to walk far.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xu Jinzhao glanced casually at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, Zhang Tiansheng was too brilliant—excess led to his downfall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu Jinzhao, you’re no fool—you’ve met the last Heavenly Master,” Xu Xuanguan suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The last Heavenly Master, Zhang Taixu?” Zhang Fan’s heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He once said you possessed hidden brilliance—your future was limitless, destined to greatly expand the Xu Ancestral Line,” Xu Xuanguan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a memory from the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his youth, Xu Jinzhao had trained for a time on Mount Zhongnan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still young; the Daoist calamity loomed near. Zhang Taixu passed through Chang’an and secluded himself for three years on Nangwang Mountain nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By chance, it was then that Xu Jinzhao met this last Heavenly Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve lived up to expectations. Given this fate, will you still seek to exterminate him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan’s tone shifted, his gaze suddenly sharp as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s still young—he represents neither the Zhang family nor the Southern Zhang,” Xu Jinzhao replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ridiculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan said coldly: “You probably don’t know that before the Southern Zhang calamity, Zhang Er had already left a final testament.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What testament?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, not only Xu Jinzhao and Xu Xuanxiao, but Xu Chengtian and others all leaned in, ears straining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If any descendant of his line bears the name ‘Fan,’ he shall be the Lord of Southern Zhang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words faded, a terrifying aura surged skyward, plunging all their souls into boundless external visions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth merged into chaos—the mighty river surged again, falling from the ninth heavens, piercing through time and history, crushing down upon Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before the Ancestral Master, who may pass the Heavenly Pass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xuanguan stood unmoved, robes flaring like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he waved his hand—a sword qi slashed through the air, wind stilled, leaves drifted gently down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sword qi rose slowly, impossibly slow—yet in everyone’s eyes, it grew longer, deeper, as if becoming a single line of heaven and earth, as clear as sun and moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the vast, falling river was violently torn apart by that single line of sword qi—countless waves surged, each carrying a different sword intent, yet upon touching that line, all dissolved into it, becoming part of the sword qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the mighty river was swallowed whole—emptiness, silence, illusion—only the sword qi remained, rising, shifting, dissolving into boundless void, faint yet present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhanjiao Method!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jinzhao’s voice echoed in their ears, heavy with gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stood there—his sword had no flourish, even appearing plain and unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that single sword cut through his Dao, destroyed his method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s attained the Ancestral Master’s true intent!?” Xu Chengtian clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with deep wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao has countless paths, yet all lead to one final truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary cultivators seek the moon in a well, flowers reflected in water—though myriad forms appear, all are false, not real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this man—he has truly glimpsed the Ancestral Master’s realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one sword—was true intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is the Xu family’s greatest master!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1301,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","147eaf386053fcb7a47f730a98495c6627d337bd216d35d8464a077ccadbee91","pure-yang-chapter-470","pure-yang-chapter-468",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]