Chapter 508: Meeting an Old Friend Again! Thank You for Nature

The long night is about to end, and it is the darkest and most silent moment in heaven and earth.

The boundless sky seems to have merged into thick ink, with only the great moon hanging alone, illuminating one side of the long abyss.

Inside the dilapidated Lu Zu temple.

The incense has been passed on, and the name has been set.

Lu Lu Xianyang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm like water, his Nascent Soul recovered, but it was brighter than ever before.

Zhang Fan looked at this newly accepted disciple, and suddenly had thoughts boiling in his heart.

In that golden substance, within the pure sea of thoughts, he seemed to see a corner of the future, spiritual light flashing, flowing out from fate.

"A bright future." Zhang Fan pondered slightly and couldn't help but say these four words.

Although the future is constantly changing, those ten thousand possibilities also demonstrated Lu Lu Xianyang's extraordinariness; with his temperament and talent, given time, he would surely have a place in the Daoist sects of the world.

"Master."

Just at this moment, Lu Lu Xianyang's voice sounded, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

"Go."

Zhang Fan looked at Lu Lu Xianyang, whose gaze was firm and whose aura had already changed completely, and spoke in a deep voice, his voice appearing exceptionally clear in the empty temple.

"Go!?" Lu Lu Xianyang was stunned for a moment.

"This place is not suitable for staying long; leave Qin Huang City as soon as possible, leave North River Province," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

He was fleeing for his life, and being implicated with him would surely bring calamity.

Now that Lu Lu Xianyang had become his disciple, he couldn't stay by his side, and this place couldn't be stayed in either.

"Master, where should I go?" Lu Lu Xianyang couldn't help but ask.

"The world is vast, there is nowhere one cannot go," Zhang Fan whispered in a deep voice.

He didn't point out the direction of Tongluo Mountain for Lu Lu Xianyang.

A true powerhouse could never grow up under the protection of wings. Flowers raised in a greenhouse were always delicate and fragile, unable to withstand true wind and rain.

Only by throwing oneself into the rolling waves of the red dust, and struggling in countless uncertain opportunities and crises.

Calamities follow one after another, and fates are bound to arrive.

Comprehending between life and death, clarifying the heart between gain and loss, only then can one be unyielding and achieve the bearing and merits of a truly great expert.

"Master, I..." Lu Lu Xianyang thought for a moment, wanting to speak but stopping.

"You don't need to tell me where you are going; everyone has their own fate," Zhang Fan raised his hand and interrupted Lu Lu Xianyang's words.

The greatest uncertainty could create the most infinite possibilities.

The rolling red dust was the furnace for refining the Dao.

"Master's grace of teaching the Dao, I will never forget."

Lu Lu Xianyang heard this and didn't have the slightest hesitation, let alone half a bit of cowardice. He stepped back three steps, his expression solemn and dignified, and performed the most solemn three-bow-and-kowtow ritual to Zhang Fan.

"Parting today is only for the future!"

"One day, the disciple will surely find Master and continue the master-disciple relationship!"

"At that time, the disciple will surely not let Master down!"

Lu Lu Xianyang raised his head, his eyes burning with fiery flames and incomparable firmness.

After speaking, he didn't linger, resolutely turned around, and walked out of this dilapidated temple that had carried his childhood memories and changed his life's fate at this moment, with firm steps.

"A good seedling!"

Zhang Fan looked at that firm and upright figure, disappearing into the thickest darkness before dawn without looking back, leaving this land where he grew up, and couldn't help but have his eyes light up, praising softly.

Hoo...

The night wind roared, blowing the dense forest.

In the cold temple, only Zhang Fan remained, along with that silent and broken Lu Zu statue.

In the air, it seemed that the breeze brought by the youth's departure still remained, as well as that vigorous youthful spirit and vow.

Silence, like the tide, submerged this place again.

Dong... dong... dong...

I don't know how long it had been, perhaps ten minutes, perhaps just a few breaths.

A burst of extremely light footsteps with a unique rhythm sounded faintly from outside the temple, breaking this deathly silence.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a cat-like elegance and the stealthy mystery of sneaking, getting closer and closer.

The moonlight shone through the holes in the roof, stingily casting a few strands of cold brilliance.

Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened, he looked up and landed in the faint courtyard.

A graceful figure, like an eerie flower blooming in the dark night, appeared there silently.

A tight-fitting black leather suit outlined her figure in a heart-stopping way.

The hot curves, the plump and perky chest and buttocks, the slender waist that couldn't be held in one hand, and the pair of straight and slender jade legs wrapped in leather pants, all exuded the most primitive and intense sexual temptation.

"Wu Wei Sect Leader... I didn't expect that the good junior brother from back then would actually become the Wu Wei Sect Leader."

Just at this moment, from that figure, which was more enchanting than the vast majority of women in the world, came a low, slightly magnetic voice that clearly belonged to a man.

"Hai Pig!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit surprised.

He guessed that his careless strike might attract the attention of the Daoist Alliance, but he hadn't expected that the first to find this place would be Hai Pig.

One of the Thirteen Zodiacs...

Hai Pig, Wang Tao!

"It's been a long time since we last met," Zhang Fan sighed.

He had been fleeing all the way, walking through mountains and rivers, merging with heaven and earth, and now seeing an old friend again, whether friend or foe, he felt so intimate.

Such a state of mind was like the vastness of the Heavenly Dao; whether good or bad, it was just a part of Him.

"Hmm!?" Wang Tao was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Zhang Fan before him, only feeling a bit dazed; apart from being leaner and his eyes having more light, the whole person seemed different, as if he had become a different person, especially that vast aura, as if there was no human flavor left, clearly sitting there, yet unable to be sensed or captured.

"Hai Pig, since you call me Sect Leader, as one of the Thirteen Zodiacs, why don't you bow when you see me?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke, his words carrying a trace of teasing.

Wang Tao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You know, I know, and the world knows that you are not yet the true Wu Wei Sect Leader, just pushed out to stand at the center of the storm, attracting the world's attention and firepower."

As the words reached this point, Wang Tao paused slightly and continued: "You are also a person who has experienced calamities, surviving a great disaster; how could you expose your tracks for an irrelevant ant? Is it worth it?"

Facing Wang Tao's questioning, Zhang Fan's gaze remained calm, looking toward the boundless darkness outside the temple, his voice not high, but carrying a detachment that saw through cause and effect.

"Fate is a part of destiny and has never been transferred by human will," Zhang Fan said lightly.

"If there were no such calamity, how could there be such fate?"

As the words reached this point, the look in Zhang Fan's eyes when looking at Wang Tao revealed a trace of mockery.

"How could you know how great my fate is this time!?"

"Fate?" Wang Tao was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said: "What fate? That ant-like youth?"

"Ant!?"

Zhang Fan laughed, looking at Wang Tao as if looking at an idiot, his faint gaze sweeping over that graceful figure and casting it into the long night.

"One day, his name will pierce through the world."

"Who? That youth?"

Wang Tao's enchanting figure was clearly slightly stiff, and the face hidden in the shadows seemed to reveal a look of surprise.

He clearly hadn't expected Zhang Fan to have such a high evaluation of that seemingly ordinary incense-selling youth.

After a moment of silence, that low, magnetic voice sounded again, with a bit less teasing and a bit more solemnity: "The Daoist Alliance people have already locked onto this area, and experts are on the way..."

"You should go."

The final urging carried a complexity that was hard to explain as a fellow member of the Wu Wei Sect.

"Oh? Are you here to tip me off?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at Wang Tao, but it had a different meaning.

Since his debut, he had had many dealings with Hai Pig, especially when he had just descended from Zhenwu Mountain and his Nascent Soul was gradually escaping the "Great Night Not Bright," that time he almost died at the other's hands.

Later, his Nascent Soul slowly escaped the calamity, and although the general trend hadn't been achieved, he almost beat the other to death.

Now, times had changed, and the positions of the two were no longer the same.

"That day under Zhongnan Mountain, Ren Xiao was born, and apart from Chen Long, Zi Shu, and others, the rest of us have all submitted," Wang Tao said in a deep voice.

The Thirteen Zodiacs, with Ren Xiao as the head.

Now, Ren Xiao had returned to his position, and apart from strong people like Chen Long and mysterious people like Zi Shu, other zodiacs almost didn't dare to have two hearts, even if people like You Ji, Jin Mao Ri, didn't accept the teaching, they had long since died at Li Li Yishan's hands.

"Then thank you for your reminder," Zhang Fan sighed.

Human affairs are indeed interesting; in the end, there are no eternal enemies in this world.

"You're not leaving!?"

Wang Tao looked at Zhang Fan, who didn't move at all, and couldn't help but frown; he had risked immense consequences, even the risk of exposure, to come and report the news, just to have this "Wu Wei Sect Leader," who was now at the center of the storm, leave as soon as possible. ===== CHAPTER 509 =====