Chapter 497

Mount Zhongnan, Bamboo Hut in the Deep Valley.

The moonlight is like water, flowing through the quiet bamboo forest, casting mottled shadows on Meng Qiwu's clear face.

Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, the light of the screen illuminating the solemnity and worry that she couldn't hide in her eyes.

"Wu Wei Gate Master... Zhang Fan..."

Meng Qiwu murmured, every word seeming to carry a weight of ten thousand jun; by the end, her voice became a bit trembling.

Wu Wei Gate Master, just these four words carry a weight of ten thousand jun, pressing across the ages.

Anyone who gets involved with this name will have to suffer countless hardships and baptisms; all kinds of disturbances in the human world will follow one after another, and all kinds of calamities for practitioners will also come one after another.

Experiencing a hundred setbacks without being defeated, enduring all kinds of difficulties without dying, only such a person is truly qualified to sit on the throne of the Wu Wei Gate Master.

"This is putting him on the fire to roast." Meng Qiwu gritted her teeth.

She didn't expect that the trip to the Tomb of the Living Dead would have such a far-reaching impact, especially on Zhang Fan.

What does this news mean? The subsequent impact will gradually be revealed.

"This is his calamity, and also his affinity; what are you worried about?"

Just at this moment, An Wuyang spoke; he sat in the distance, slowly pouring a cup of clear tea, the mist curling, blurring his deep eyes.

"The principles of the world are easy to know but hard to do; this piece of news could be a calamity of death." Meng Qiwu sighed and shook her head.

The two of them returned from the Tomb of the Living Dead and were grounded here, knowing nothing about the situation in the outside world now.

At this moment, thinking of Zhang Fan and Li Yishan, Meng Qiwu naturally couldn't help but worry.

"The throne itself is an isolated peak in the human red dust; the eyes of the world are both the flame that tempers the fire and the calamity of death..." An Wuyang held the teacup, his gaze condensing, looking outside the bamboo hut.

"If you don't die in the calamity, you will be born in the affinity!"

"This is his fate, or perhaps the fate of the past Wu Wei Gate Masters."

As he spoke, An Wuyang put down the teacup and stood up slowly.

"It's late, rest early."

As the words fell, he left the bamboo hut and stepped into the depths of the bamboo forest, his figure quickly merging with the moonlight and bamboo shadows.

"If you don't die in the calamity, you will be born in the affinity!?"

Meng Qiwu looked at the direction An Wuyang left, whispering, chewing on these words.

Inside the bamboo hut, only she remained alone.

For a long time, a sigh that could hardly be heard fell slowly, carrying a bit of sorrow and worry.

The moonlight was cold, sprinkling on her smooth forehead.

Suddenly, a wisp of extremely faint, extremely obscure black Qi surged, flashing and disappearing at the spirit platform between her eyebrows, like a poisonous snake lurking, deeply buried in the earth, merging into the Primordial Spirit and disappearing.

Mount Laojun, Golden Summit Dao Discussion Platform.

The sea of clouds is vast, like waves overlapping a thousand times, swallowing and spitting out that wisp of purple Qi from the rising sun in the east.

Under the vigorous ancient pine, a figure sat cross-legged, the light at the eyebrows like the sun and moon flowing, but behind the head there was Primordial Light floating, changing unpredictably, the long shadow like fire swaying, faintly having a trend of dividing into two.

"Hu..."

Just at this moment, the sitting figure slowly exhaled a breath, actually having a strange alchemy fragrance; immediately after, he slowly opened his eyes, and all the strange phenomena around his body dissipated.

"Our 【Primordial Spirit Combined Phase Method】 has finally been achieved."

Two completely different voices came from that body.

Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, these two brothers were born with a combined Primordial Spirit, such one in ten thousand, only then becoming the successors of Mount Laojun.

Only they could learn from others' strengths and perfect the great technique unique to them on the basis of Mount Laojun's Daoist methods.

This method must be their foundation for standing in the future.

"Brother, where do you think Zhang Fan is now? After parting at Mount Zhenwu, I don't know where he ran to stir up trouble." Qi Dongqiang's voice echoed; he picked up the coarse porcelain bowl beside him and drank water, grinning.

Now, the two brothers have achieved great success in Daoist methods, and they are full of ambition and confidence, naturally wanting to find Zhang Fan to spar, to see who has wasted time and who has wasted years.

"Competing for length by Dao is ultimately falling into the lower rank." Qi Delong warned: "However, sparring and discussing is still possible."

Once these words were spoken, a look of melting appeared on their faces.

Clearly, this retreat, they gained too much, and the Zhai Shou Realm was within reach.

"Senior brother..."

Just at this moment, a burst of urgent calls came from afar.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang looked up, and saw a young Daoist priest walking in a hurry, rushing up from the cloud steps; he was the junior brother responsible for external messages.

That person's expression was panicked, his hand tightly clutching a mobile phone, as if holding a branding iron.

"Senior brother, something... something big happened!"

"What's the rush?" Qi Delong couldn't help but ask.

The person panting, not speaking, handed over the phone he was holding.

On that screen, it was exactly the eye-catching headline of 【Xiaodao App】—"New Wu Wei Gate Master, Zhang Fan!"

Nine big characters, scarlet like blood, as if carrying a sinister curse, stinging the brothers' pupils to shrink suddenly.

Bang...

The coarse porcelain bowl in Qi Dongqiang's hand shattered in response, turning into powder in his hand; the terrifying power even knocked the junior brother who was still panting to the ground.

However, Qi Dongqiang was completely unaware, tightly holding the phone, staring at the shocking headline, his eyes revealing deep astonishment.

"Wu Wei Gate Master? Wu Wei Gate Master? What kind of joke is this? How could Zhang Fan be the Wu Wei Gate Master? Which bastard is causing trouble?" Qi Dongqiang shouted in a deep voice.

This title is no small matter; once it is buckled down, the Daoist sect is vast, I'm afraid there will be no place to stand.

"Brother, say something! How is this possible!?" Qi Dongqiang urged.

"Calm down."

Just at this moment, Qi Delong's voice came from the same body, slowly exhaling a turbid breath, that breath condensing into white mist on the cold mountain peak.

"The news of 【Xiaodao App】, although there are exaggerations, will never be groundless."

"Don't forget..."

Qi Delong's voice stopped abruptly, and the brothers were silent.

Of course they wouldn't forget; Zhang Fan is not just Zhang Fan, he is the remaining fire of the South Zhang lineage of Long Hu Shan, the son of the Great Lingzong Wang...

That day, in the Ten Thousand Mountains, they saw with their own eyes that this man had successfully combined his spirit, refined that Three Corpses Illuminating Destiny, and even Li Changgeng of the Bai He Guan was beheaded by him.

According to the rules of the Wu Wei Gate, anyone who refines this alchemy method is the Wu Wei Gate Master.

In other words, no matter how much water was mixed into this headline of 【Xiaodao App】, no matter how much intention was hidden, from the day it was released, their life-and-death friend was already the leader of that fierce sect that has been passed down for thousands of years and can be called the enemy of the Dao.

"Zhang Fan, no matter where you are now..."

"Run!"

Qi Delong looked toward the world beneath the sea of clouds, murmuring.

A mountain wind whistled by, rolling up the pine waves, but it couldn't blow away the heaviness and chill permeating the brothers' hearts.

Mount Mao, Wan Fu Palace.

The night was deep, but the side hall was brightly lit.

Fang Changle, in a gray-green Daoist robe, stood by the window, looking at the heavy night outside the hall, his eyebrows locked with worry that couldn't be dissolved.

On the phone screen in his hand, it was exactly that news that shocked the world.