[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-475":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},2267575,4427,"Chapter 475: The Great Demon of Qinling! Lord of Northern Zhang","pure-yang-chapter-475",475,"\u003Cp>Since ancient times, the world has always held many extraordinary individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jiugong is truly an extraordinary individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from elders in our sect that this man belongs to no known sect or school, yet he masters the Art of Seeking Dragons and wields the Technique of Slaying Dragons. Though obscure in reputation, his abilities are vast and profound,” Meng Qi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rise and fall of the world, fortune and misfortune—all stem from dragon veins. Even great medicines, rare treasures, and celestial embryos, as well as secret realms, arise from the dragon veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jiugong can discern qi to seek dragons, perceive life and death, reverse fortune and misfortune, and seize the transformative power of dragon veins. He is indeed a rare extraordinary individual of this age; with such abilities, it is no wonder he became the master of Yin Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world is vast—there are truly greater talents beyond those one knows,” Zhang Fan could not help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world has never lacked brilliant and extraordinary individuals. Though his own circumstances were strange and his realm steadily rising, he now held deep reverence and dared not underestimate any master under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Qi suddenly whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Yin Xu was vast, Zhang Fan had no desire to wander now; the two quickened their pace and soon arrived before a shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the shop he mentioned to me,” Meng Qi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the last two days, though she had not followed Li Yishan, she had heard from him that he came to Yin Xu specifically for this shop—he seemed to have set his eyes on one item within, and had pestered for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nan Shiji? A restaurant?” Zhang Fan looked up at the faded sign with its bright red characters, his expression puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Meng Qi shook her head and pushed open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Xu was vast, and shops were numerous; strange names abounded. Some hidden shops had no names at all, and even their locations changed every few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is anyone here?” Meng Qi called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan glanced around. The shop was small, likely built upon the ruins of an ancient city house. The shelves on both sides were constructed entirely of bones, giving off an eerie, chilling aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil lamps burned inside, their grease yellowed and unlike any animal fat. In modern society, such lamps would seem out of place, but here in the underground world, they fit perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Is this Yin Ghost Wood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stepped forward, his gaze falling upon a rotting piece of wood. The exposed surface bore a texture resembling bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This peculiar wood once existed only in mass graves, nourished by decaying corpses and shaped by earth qi over a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiuzhi’s treasure ship was crafted from Yin Ghost Wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowadays, cremation is widespread; such wood is hard to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A palm-sized piece was far too small for shipbuilding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve heard Daoists of the Yin Mountain lineage favor this wood to nurture ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, placing a piece of this wood in haunted houses can purify them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This wood costs more per gram than gold,” Meng Qi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced toward the back of the shop, still no movement—but she said nothing, waiting patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… Human Soul Mud?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Fan’s gaze shifted to a pile of black soil inside a clay jar beside him, its texture resembling charcoal and faintly reeking of a fishy stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed it is,” Meng Qi confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The things here are truly otherworldly,” Zhang Fan couldn’t help muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, when someone hanged themselves, their soul would descend to the ground, merging with earth qi to become this substance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging, one need only dig beneath the spot of death to retrieve it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer the time passed, the deeper one had to dig, for this substance moved with earth qi. Most crucially, if not removed, others would hang themselves there again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This item held little use for ordinary people; its sole function was to mix it with morning dew and smear it on the third eye, allowing one to perceive things normally invisible, as if the Nascent Soul had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such treasures are rare now. Over the past two years, demand has soared—impossible to find outside,” Meng Qi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In modern society, few hang themselves, and everywhere is reinforced concrete—where to find a beam, where to dig soil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, Human Soul Mud is rarer than Yin Ghost Wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say… if you gathered all those evil cultists and made them hang themselves, could you mass-produce this?” Zhang Fan suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Meng Qi’s eyes widened, staring at Zhang Fan, her expression turning strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re positively sinister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apologies for keeping you waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a clear voice came from behind the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked up to see a middle-aged man emerge—tall and thin, with large eyes and a prominent nose, bearing some Western features, his feet clad in gleaming black leather shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Master Liang. What might you two seek?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in black leather shoes sized up Zhang Fan and Meng Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Liang, we’ve come today not to buy, but to ask after something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Meng Qi pulled out her phone, opened her album, and displayed a photograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan glanced at it and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a group photo: Li Yishan and Meng Qi together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you ever seen this man?” Meng Qi asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That young man? I’ve seen him—he came often these past two days,” Master Liang replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing they weren’t customers, his enthusiasm instantly waned by a third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did he buy here?” Meng Qi’s eyes lit up, pressing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had she spoken than Master Liang burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you laughing at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Meng, you’re no novice—you’ve forgotten the rules. A customer’s affairs, how could a shopkeeper speak of them?” Master Liang smiled with narrowed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know me?” Meng Qi’s brow lifted, her expression turning sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Yin Xu, the most profitable trade is information.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all, this is Chang’an. You’re a high disciple of Zhongnan Mountain. Though I don’t know you personally, I certainly know of you,” Master Liang chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s my friend—he’s vanished now…” Meng Qi said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That has nothing to do with me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Meng Qi could finish, Master Liang raised his hand to cut her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If everyone came here demanding secrets, how could I possibly run my business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Qi’s expression darkened, her beautiful eyes flashing with cold intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an act was pure provocation. Master Liang’s face instantly turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems Miss Meng, in your concern, have forgotten where you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than a cold snort echoed beside Meng Qi’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a terrifying aura surged skyward, like boundless mist spreading across heaven and earth, crushing down upon Meng Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A master!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Qi’s face paled, her third eye trembling as three layers of Nascent Soul light flared—but they could not withstand the crushing pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this unassuming, previously gentle Master Liang was a master—and one far superior to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Qi’s Nascent Soul trembled in terror, nearly unable to hold itself together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yin Xu, her actions had indeed been reckless and impulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Liang’s temper is rather excessive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a detached sigh drifted through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dilapidated shop seemed to shudder, as if waves surged and the ocean boiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Liang’s eyes flew wide open, filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments before, his Nascent Soul had loomed like a colossal beast, crushing Meng Qi’s beneath him, looking down as one might at ants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of peril surged within him—he looked up sharply—and met a pair of cold, piercing eyes fixed directly upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes were lofty, otherworldly—not of this mortal realm, like a celestial being gazing upon the mundane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Master Liang regained his senses, he was still standing in the shop—but his Nascent Soul now rested in the palm of a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>",1346,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","302a41af1c5bca1578619f310b61b127dfb9a032d5c4ed05ecffe2b7e58d7d94","pure-yang-chapter-476","pure-yang-chapter-474",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]