[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-500":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},2267600,4427,"Chapter 500","pure-yang-chapter-500",500,"\u003Cp>Outside Yujing City, the ring expressway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black SUV moved like a ghost in the dark, tearing through the night at tremendous speed toward the heart of Yujing City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, did that kid slip away from you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a girl with twin buns turned her head from the passenger seat, her eyes clear as water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Master of Wuwei Gate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The remnant of the Zhang family of the south…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the backseat, a middle-aged man sat with closed eyes, murmuring softly, his expression unreadable; his hands, in the interplay of light and shadow, appeared unusually thick-boned, as if brimming with the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou, the favorite of Jiang Your Majesty, head of the Dao Alliance, had traveled thousands of miles to Yujing—only to find that his minor test failed to capture the young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was truly beyond his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know this: Fan Lingzhou's status, if in ancient times, would have been that of an imperial envoy whose word was law, weightier than a thousand catties; though he had not yet arrived, his divine authority was already felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention a rising young talent—ordinary experts would long ago have been reduced to dry corpses beneath his Illusory Void Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…” Fan Lingzhou whispered the name, a cold curve forming on his lips: “He’s even more skilled than his old man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted to the blurred night scenery rushing past the window, as if lost in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he had taken part in the pursuit of Zhang Lingzong; he had been young then, yet that man—though his age matched his own—radiated an aura that terrified the mundane, always finding a thread of life amid certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resolute as tempered steel, slippery as a carp in the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layer upon layer of trials stood like mountain passes, each more treacherous than the last; it was precisely because of that ordeal that the great Lord of the Great Spirit Sect was forged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, how does the old Lord of the Great Spirit Sect compare to this man now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the girl in front spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, Zhang Lingzong’s cultivation hadn’t even reached this brat’s level. Precisely because of that, he was underestimated—failed to crush him utterly while he was still weak—and now he’s entrenched at Mount Ailao, too powerful to control.” Fan Lingzhou spoke gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, if they had sent a master like me, Zhang Lingzong would never have lived to see today, let alone produced a spawn like Zhang Fan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learn from the past, guide the future—this man’s son must not be allowed to repeat the same mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he grows his wings, we must crush him utterly with thunderous force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the purpose of Fan Lingzhou’s journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wuwei Gate… this man’s brat has become the Master of Wuwei Gate…” A flash of cold light stirred in Fan Lingzhou’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew the young man was not yet the true Master of Wuwei Gate, the mere hint, the mere title, meant he could not be allowed to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, is the news on Xiao Dao App reliable? Yesterday I saw a headline saying Li Changgeng… Brother Li is also the Master of Wuwei Gate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl with twin buns asked seriously, her eyes gleaming with thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, isn’t Brother Li really the Master of Wuwei Gate!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you stupid!?” Fan Lingzhou shot her a glare and growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Master says I’m stupid, then I must be.” The girl answered seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou fell silent, then suddenly turned toward the window, as if sensing something—or simply feeling the steel cage’s speed restrained his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too slow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He uttered three words softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a deafening roar erupted as the SUV’s left door exploded outward, twisted metal shards spraying everywhere; the wind, carrying the biting chill of midnight, rushed into the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s figure stepped out of the speeding vehicle like a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not fall; his feet seemed to tread upon invisible steps, his robes snapping in the gale, air swirling around him like the legendary art of riding the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single step, his form vanished into the boundless night, leaving behind only two stunned occupants inside and the SUV still racing down the highway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yujing City, southern riverside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night was hazy; the cold moonlight fell upon the murky, churning river, rippling across its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river wind, carrying moisture and chill, tugged at Zhang Fan’s clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood alone beside the abandoned dock, his feet sinking into slick mud and broken rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They should be here by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan glanced toward the distance—no figures visible in the hazy night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the agreed rendezvous point, one of the secret routes planned to smuggle him out of Yujing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By rights, Sui Chunsheng should have arrived long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t wait any longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan frowned; he had waited nearly two hours. The Dao Alliance’s response time exceeded his expectations—if he waited any longer, they’d catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, he stomped his foot and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a piercing shriek tore through the night sky, hurtling toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan snapped his head up—two dark shapes, like stones hurled by immense force, screamed through the air along a crimson arc and slammed heavily into the mud before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, mud and water sprayed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were two severed heads!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dripping blood, their necks jagged and torn—clearly ripped off by brute force; rainwater washed the gore, quickly staining the ground crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared at the two heads, his pupils contracting sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left one, gaunt-faced, high cheekbones, eyes still wide open even in death, filled with shock, rage, and unwillingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire Lord of the Scorched Earth, Feng Anping!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The right one, much younger, radiating youthful vigor—it was Sui Chunsheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two heads, side by side in the mud, silently speaking the cruelest truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the two bloody heads, Zhang Fan let out a beast-like growl from his throat; his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his aura surging uncontrollably, the mud beneath his feet sinking slightly from the tremor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rage and grief beyond description erupted from his heart like a volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, I see you’re quite pleased with this farewell gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a voice laced with bitter mockery rose from the other side of the riverside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the wind and rain, a figure slowly emerged—as if he had always stood there, merged with the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dao Alliance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, voice icy, his eyes blazing with unhidden killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce myself—I’m Fan Lingzhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer spoke softly, standing directly across the escape route Zhang Fan had planned; his gaze swept coldly over the two heads, then settled on Zhang Fan’s grim face, a cruel smile curling on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou—just that name made Zhang Fan’s eyes flare, and he instantly calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already heard this name from Wu Qingnang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Your Majesty’s favorite!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A master of the Guan Master realm!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I happened to meet them on the road, so I took care of them,” Fan Lingzhou said, glancing at the heads. “Consider it company for your journey—so you won’t be too lonely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Guan Master, picking on a junior?” Zhang Fan said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re no junior,” Fan Lingzhou shook his head with a smile. “Though your cultivation isn’t complete, you’re still the Master of Wuwei Gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1244,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a87124461d7b8b88ced8382d5f30532a08971d81c674cce0692672ef44695652","pure-yang-chapter-501","pure-yang-chapter-499",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]