[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-508":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},2267608,4427,"Chapter 508: Farewell, Old Friend! Gratitude for Nature","pure-yang-chapter-508",508,"\u003Cp>The long night was drawing to an end, the darkest and most silent moment in heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boundless sky seemed dissolved into thick ink, with only the great moon hanging alone, illuminating one stretch of deep abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the ruined Temple of Lu Zu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incense had been lit, the master-disciple bond confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xianyang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as water, his Nascent Soul restored, yet brighter than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked at this newly taken disciple, and a thought surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that golden substance, within the pure sea of his thoughts, he seemed to glimpse a fragment of the future—a sudden spiritual flash flowing forth from fate itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A great future,” Zhang Fan paused briefly, then spoke four words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the future is ever-changing, those countless possibilities revealed Lu Xianyang’s extraordinary nature; with his character and talent, given time, he would surely claim a place among the Dao sects of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lu Xianyang’s voice rang out, pulling Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang, whose gaze was resolute and whose aura had changed utterly, and spoke in a low tone, the words echoing clearly in the empty temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave!?” Lu Xianyang froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place is no longer safe. Leave Qinhuang City. Leave Beihé Province,” Zhang Fan said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a fugitive; association with him would bring calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Lu Xianyang was his disciple, he could not remain by his side, nor could he stay here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, where should I go?” Lu Xianyang could not help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world is vast—everywhere is a place to go,” Zhang Fan replied softly but firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not point Lu Xianyang toward Tongluo Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Qiangzhe  never grow under the shelter of wings. Flowers nurtured in a greenhouse remain delicate and fragile, unable to withstand true storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by throwing oneself into the roaring tide of the mortal world, enduring countless uncertain opportunities and dangers, can one rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calamities follow one another; fates must arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only through experiencing life and death, understanding gain and loss, can one endure a hundred setbacks and never die, achieving the true bearing and accomplishment of a great master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I…” Lu Xianyang hesitated, then fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to tell me where you’re going. Each person has their own fate,” Zhang Fan raised a hand, cutting off Lu Xianyang’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest uncertainty breeds the most limitless possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaring mortal world is the furnace that forges the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will never forget the debt of your teaching and guidance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Lu Xianyang showed no hesitation, no trace of fear. He stepped back three paces, his expression solemn and reverent, and bowed to Zhang Fan with three deep, formal kowtows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today’s parting is for the sake of our reunion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day, I will find you, Master, and renew our master-disciple bond!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When that day comes, I will not let you down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xianyang lifted his head, his eyes burning with fierce flame and unshakable resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned without looking back, stepping forward with firm strides, leaving behind the ruined temple that held his childhood memories and had just altered the course of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fine seed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan watched the resolute, upright figure vanish without turning back into the heaviest darkness before dawn, leaving behind the land where he had grown up, and his eyes brightened with quiet admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind howled, stirring the ancient forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cold, empty temple, only Zhang Fan remained, along with the silent, broken statue of Lu Zu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air still seemed to carry the faint breeze stirred by the boy’s departure, and the vibrant vitality of his vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence, like a tide, once again submerged the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump… thump… thump…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had passed? Perhaps ten minutes, perhaps only a few breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, yet rhythmically distinct set of footsteps echoed softly from outside the temple, shattering the stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps were unhurried, graceful as a cat’s, secretive as a shadow, drawing nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight trickled through the roof’s broken hole, sparingly casting a few pale rays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened; he looked up, toward the quiet courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slender figure, like an exotic flower blooming in the dark, appeared soundlessly there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clad in a tight black leather suit, her figure was rendered with breathtaking allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fiery curves, the full, lifted chest and hips, the impossibly slender waist, and the long, straight legs encased in leather—all radiated the most primal, intense seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master of Wuwei… I never imagined that my former fellow student has become Master of Wuwei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet from that body, more seductive than most women in the world, came a deep, slightly resonant voice—undoubtedly male.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hai Zhu!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had guessed his casual intervention might draw the Dao Alliance’s attention—but he never expected Hai Zhu to be the first to find him here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Thirteen Zodiacs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hai Zhu, Wang Tao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many years have passed—we haven’t met in a long time,” Zhang Fan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fled across mountains and rivers, merging with heaven and earth; now, meeting an old acquaintance—whether friend or foe—felt strangely warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This state of mind was like the Dao’s boundless chaos: good or bad, all were merely parts of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!?” Wang Tao paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Zhang Fan and felt a strange disorientation. This man, beyond being leaner and his eyes brighter, seemed entirely different—as if he had become someone else. Especially that chaotic aura, now utterly devoid of human quality; though seated there, he could not be sensed or grasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hai Zhu, since you call me Master, and as one of the Thirteen Zodiacs, why do you not bow before me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke, his tone laced with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Tao blinked, then smiled faintly: “You know, I know, everyone knows—you’re not the true Master of Wuwei. You’re merely a figurehead, thrust to the forefront to draw attention and fire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Wang Tao paused, then continued: “You’ve endured trials, survived great calamity—why now risk exposure for some insignificant insect? Is it worth it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Wang Tao’s question, Zhang Fan’s gaze remained calm, fixed on the endless darkness beyond the temple, his voice low yet carrying the quiet clarity of one who sees cause and effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate is part of destiny—it never bends to human will,” Zhang Fan said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without this calamity, how could this fate have arisen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Fan’s gaze toward Wang Tao flickered with a hint of scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could you possibly know how great this fate of mine is!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate?” Wang Tao blinked, instinctively asking: “What fate? That insect-like boy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insect!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan laughed, looking at Wang Tao as if he were a fool. His haunting gaze swept over the alluring figure and drifted into the endless night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day, his name will resound throughout the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who? That boy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Tao’s voluptuous form stiffened slightly; beneath the shadows, his face seemed to betray surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly had not expected Zhang Fan to hold such high regard for that seemingly ordinary incense-selling boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, the deep, resonant voice spoke again, less playful, more serious: “The Dao Alliance has locked onto this region. Experts are on their way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final urging carried a complex, unspoken sentiment shared by fellow Wuwei disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You came to warn me?” Zhang Fan raised his gaze to Wang Tao, now sensing something different in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his debut, he had crossed paths with Hai Zhu many times—especially right after leaving Zhenwu Mountain, when his Nascent Soul was still emerging from Great Night’s darkness, when he nearly died at the other’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, as his Nascent Soul slowly freed itself from calamity, though his grand momentum had not yet formed, he nearly killed the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, times had changed, and their positions were no longer the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That day beneath Zhongnan Mountain, Ren Xiao emerged. Aside from Chen Long and Zi Shu, we have all pledged allegiance,” Wang Tao said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thirteen Zodiacs take Ren as their head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Ren Xiao has returned, even the strongest like Chen Long and the most mysterious like Zi Shu aside, the other Zodiacs dare not defy. Even those like You Ji, who refused submission, have already been killed by Li Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then thank you for the warning,” Zhang Fan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human affairs are indeed amusing—there are no eternal enemies in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not leaving!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Tao stared at Zhang Fan, unmoving, and frowned. He had risked everything—even exposure—to come here and urge this “Master of Wuwei” on the brink of storm to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>",1457,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","acff429484eb05800bff9361a661415d426631939d96240eaa72422e5b7acb05","pure-yang-chapter-509","pure-yang-chapter-507",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]