[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-485":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},2267585,4427,"Chapter 485: Jiang Your Majesty","pure-yang-chapter-485",485,"\u003Cp>The next day, near Chang’an’s suburbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Family Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unremarkable village lay nearly sixty li from Chang’an’s urban core, nestled against mountains and beside water, its lake shimmering with color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village held barely a hundred households, with gray-tiled, mud-walled homes, chickens and dogs heard in proximity, smoke curling gently upward; before the village, a pond floated with duckweed—utterly ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this village was the ancestral land of the Pure Yang Wang family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning mist floats over eaves, midnight earth qi glows, subterranean dragon qi surges like spring tide—truly a treasure of the Dao, a wondrous realm for cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, a man in a black robe, thick reading glasses perched on his nose, walked through the village holding a luopan, and could not help but praise aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Song, you flatter us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, a middle-aged man spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ganan, younger brother of Wang Qiankun, the Wang family’s Tian Shi, regarded this Mr. Song from Bai He Guan with a faint, thoughtful gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured for him to proceed, seemingly unwilling to let Mr. Song linger too long on the Wang ancestral land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, Song Shi Yun had arrived at Wang Family Village and wandered the village entrance for hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with daylight fully bright, he was again fiddling with his luopan, openly scrutinizing everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been a disciple of Bai He Guan, such a man would never have left the village alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder Master Chongyang saw potential here,” Song Shi Yun said, as if deaf, still lost in the feng shui’s mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the north, Turtle Mountain bows its head; to the south, three peaks vie in splendor; to the east, the Dragon’s spine winds; to the west, the Tiger crouches in slumber—perfectly complete Four Symbols. Moreover, a living stream enters quietly from the southeast, swirling into a pool at the village center, like a jade belt encircling the waist, locking all celestial and terrestrial qi within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a feng shui treasure steals heaven’s and earth’s creation; descendants flourish endlessly, each generation producing heroes who elevate the family name and sustain abundant incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, this generation of the Wang family produced Wang Tianwang, such a formidable figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Song, this way—my elder brother is already waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Wang Ganan urged again, his tone heavy with added gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Song Shi Yun represented Bai He Guan, making a Tian Shi wait was still disrespectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My apologies for the intrusion,” Song Shi Yun grinned, tucked away his luopan, adjusted his glasses, and followed Wang Ganan into the Wang ancestral home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard was spacious, nearly the size of a soccer field; Wang family youths had already sat cross-legged on a platform in the corner, basking in the faint morning glow, practicing stillness meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wang family’s arts were all child’s foundation work, begun at a young age—no techniques or spells, only stillness cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly the aura of a Pure Yang master lineage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shi Yun could not help but sigh, watching silently as Wang Ganan entered the main house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s that guy? Not from our village—how’d he get into the ancestral home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young man stepped out from the village canteen beside the courtyard—it was Wang Zhaolin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaolin, when did you get back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another young man approached, dressed in loose casual attire, wearing sports shoes, his face flushed, chest rising and falling slightly, breath labored yet deep and sustained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaojing, just back from cultivation?” Wang Zhaolin glanced up, asking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I went into the mountains to gather qi,” Wang Zhaojing replied respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among this generation of Wang disciples, only Wang Zhaolin, Wang Zhaochen, and Wang Qingyi had attained the Da Shi realm—such achievement rivaled the heirs of Daoist famous mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Wang Qingyi belonged to the Qian lineage and recently suffered a calamity, his cultivation ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Wang Zhaolin and Wang Zhaochen now stood as the twin peaks of the Wang family; the family’s future incense would likely rest on their shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, Wang Zhaolin held immense prestige among the younger generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who was that man just now? How did he get into the ancestral home?” Wang Zhaolin asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard he’s from Bai He Guan in the capital, here to discuss matters with the clan,” Wang Zhaojing whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai He Guan!?” Wang Zhaolin’s heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That outsider from the Qian lineage came yesterday too,” Wang Zhaojing murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Sen!?” Wang Zhaolin was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that besides Wang Qingyi, the Qian lineage harbored another master, wielding extraordinary arts, unfathomably mysterious, with deep ties to Bai He Guan—though he did not bear the Wang surname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was said Bai He Guan had once found this lost bloodline and brought him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhaolin had seen him only once upon his return to the Wang family; since then, the man had never entered Wang Family Village again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is he here?” Wang Zhaolin pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know—Master Kun has already returned from outside,” Wang Zhaojing knew too little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was only at Gao Gong level; outside, he’d be considered a master, but within the Wang family, his path was still long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Kun returned?” Wang Zhaolin pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qiankun, a full Tian Shi, returning personally to receive him—this matter must be extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaolin, I’ve recently been cultivating the [Life-Death Illuminating Chapter], and I have a few unclear points—could I ask your guidance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wang Zhaojing’s voice rang out again, pulling Wang Zhaolin back from his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, go, practice on your own—what can I possibly guide you in?” Wang Zhaolin waved him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Wang Zhaojing froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, Wang Zhaolin was the pinnacle of the younger generation, always confident, always generous with advice when peers sought counsel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he himself said: “The Ancestors opened vast paths—when someone rises above, one should rejoice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, in Wang Zhaolin’s heart, even if he gave freely, no peer could ever surpass him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His talent was simply too high—he stood like a peak blocking the sky before all others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, if even you can’t guide me, who can?” Wang Zhaojing pleaded humbly: “You’re the top master of our generation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Top master!?” Wang Zhaolin blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words, once praise, now sounded piercingly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What top master am I?” Wang Zhaolin sighed, his mind involuntarily filling with Zhang Fan’s image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the depths of Yin Xu, those two demonic assassins—such peerless cultivation, such unmatched Dao arts—those were true peaks of their generation, true summits of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re not top master, who is?” Wang Zhaojing stared at him strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this age, already at Da Shi Third Layer—rare even in the world, exceptional even in ancient times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such achievement eluded many seasoned elders who had cultivated for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exaggeration, someone like Wang Zhaolin was already the benchmark of the younger generation, the goal everyone chased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humble as empty valley—greater achievement brings greater humility, lowering oneself near earth and cloud.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Wang Zhaojing felt a flash of insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaolin has advanced again—such a person never ceases to improve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Wang Zhaojing’s gaze toward Wang Zhaolin grew even more reverent and awed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhaolin stared at this foolish clan brother, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, ignorance was a kind of happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting at the bottom of a well, unaware how vast the sky beyond—only when you truly saw the sky did you feel that despair…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhaolin patted Wang Zhaojing’s shoulder and sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he lifted his gaze and saw Song Shi Yun being escorted out.\u003C\u002Fp>",1264,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a0b650370964f5faf7dabf036d1186cc3be01bc9bdc9b4bb20f94bb8c5d57395","pure-yang-chapter-486","pure-yang-chapter-484",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]