[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-518":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},2267618,4427,"Chapter 518","pure-yang-chapter-518",518,"\u003Cp>24 hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the pass, by the Qiu Long River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was winter, and the northern landscape of a thousand li of ice and ten thousand li of snow unfolded here in full splendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broad Qiu Long River had long lost its summer’s roaring rush; its surface was sealed beneath a thick layer of ice, resembling a giant white jade belt winding through the boundless snowy plains and barren forests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the northern convoy had halted beside this frozen riverbank to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biting wind pierced to the bone, yet the Dao Alliance’s experts—especially those from the [Laojun Mountain]—did the opposite: they shed their heavy garments, wearing only thin, fitted attire, and sat cross-legged directly on the mirror-smooth, icy river surface, eyes half-closed, expressions solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knife-like snow and wind fell mercilessly upon their bare skin, yet not one of them stirred…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies did not freeze; instead, a faint heat radiated from within, as if dark red luminescence surged beneath their skin, each one transforming into a blazing “furnace,” their internal true yang qi boiling and surging, interweaving and refining with the light of their nascent souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao cultivator must tread mountains and rivers, behold heaven and earth, and comprehend nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this extreme cold, they used the heavens’ snow and wind as an “outer hammer,” their own lives as the “furnace mold,” and their internal true yang qi and nascent soul as the “furnace fire,” performing an exceedingly perilous yet astonishingly efficient refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal and external forces clashed, water and fire complemented each other; a strange aura formed around these cultivators, causing falling snowflakes to vaporize into wisps of white steam before even touching their skin—a sight of profound mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This land beyond the pass truly suits our Laojun Mountain’s [True Furnace Qi Refinement Art].”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing stood alone beside a vehicle on the riverbank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still wore his fashionable casual attire, utterly out of place amid the surroundings, a look of gravity on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their team had entered beyond the pass for over a week, pushing deeper into the interior, casting layer upon layer of search nets—but the young man’s trail had vanished like a stone dropped into the sea, utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavens and earth were vast, the snowy plains endless; the man had vanished as if erased from the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unnatural stillness stirred deep doubt—and a faint, almost imperceptible unease—in him, a grand expert of the Guan Master realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young Daoist braved the wind, trudging through deep snow, carrying a heavy encrypted satellite phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The headquarters… the headquarters sent an urgent message directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing frowned, a cloud of suspicion rising in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forces were split into three routes, each with its own communication channels; unless it involved the entire operation or a crisis capable of altering the whole mission, the Dao Alliance headquarters rarely bypassed frontline command to coordinate directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing’s unease subtly intensified; he took the phone, yet his voice remained calm and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Wei Shangxing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howling northern wind drowned out the voice on the other end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, after this brief silence, Wei Shangxing’s face—once grave but composed—suddenly changed utterly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First disbelief, as if hearing something utterly impossible; his pupils dilated instantly, then denial, his brows knotted tightly, instinctively rejecting…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, all emotion collapsed into a near-absurd shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whirlwind of complex, chaotic expressions flashed across Wei Shangxing’s face like a spinning lantern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a sharp snap—the sturdy encrypted satellite phone shattered in his hand, crushed by the unconscious release of his qi, its parts and fragments tumbling down in a clatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist beside him jumped, pale-faced; he had never seen his uncle lose composure like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart trembled—what earth-shattering news could cause a Guan Master-level grand expert to lose control so completely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, what happened?” the young Daoist pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern wind cut like a blade, whipping up piles of snow; the chill in the air grew heavier still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing stood motionless, as if turned to another statue of ice, silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he raised his head, gazing southward, as if his eyes could pierce through layers of mountains and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the words—laden with disbelief and weight—came one by one, as if forced from between clenched teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All southern experts are dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fan Lingzhou… is dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two brief sentences exploded like thunder in the young Daoist’s ears and heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this can’t be possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist shuddered violently, his face drained of color, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth gaped open, his throat gasping “heh-heh,” yet not a single word emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind how many elite Dao Alliance experts had gathered in the south; even Fan Lingzhou alone was a Guan Master-level grand expert—a natural fortress. How could he… how could he just die like this!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist instinctively shook his head, yet he knew: if the Dao Alliance headquarters had sent this message to Uncle Wei, it had been verified repeatedly—its truth was unquestionable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, isn’t Zhang Fan just a decoy put forward by the Wuwei Sect? Could it be… he’s not even a real person? Did Wuwei Sect’s experts intervene?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the shock, a cold dread crawled up the young Daoist’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced himself to calm, his voice still trembling, offering a “plausible” guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan was merely a bait thrown out by the Wuwei Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing fell silent for a moment, slowly closing his eyes, then reopening them; most of his calm had returned, yet the weight remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the most likely ‘reality’ now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze returned to the boundless, desolate land beyond the pass, his expression complex and unreadable—yet within it flickered a faint, indescribable sharpness and curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… truly a young prodigy. Bold indeed. To use himself as bait—if so, I’d truly like to meet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the young Daoist’s face twitched violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, since entering the pass, Zhang Fan has run rampant, staining his hands with countless bloods and lives. Now even Fan… has met his end. Clearly, he’s backed by a grand expert…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, the young Daoist looked at Wei Shangxing, his face now filled with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing the ambush lay hidden, Zhang Fan was far more dangerous than previously assumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is life or death!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing shook his head, cutting him off, his tone carrying a detachment beyond life and death, a relentless pursuit of the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his level, he had long transcended life and death; to comprehend the mystery of heaven and humanity, to shatter the Tian Shi realm, one must steal a thread of life from within ten thousand li of killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called genius!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called monster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called anomaly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carry both [great calamity] and [great fortune].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are the “immortality elixir” cast by heaven into the mortal world, stirring ripples in the turbid dust, glimpsing eternal life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sage fears the cause; the common man fears the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, ordinary people seek fortune and avoid disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great cultivator embraces calamity and transforms it into fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If great calamity enters the mortal world, where is the elixir of immortality?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Shangxing murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the distance, watching the vast, silent thousand-li river of ice, the solemn, deadly ten-thousand-li snowfield…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit seemed to detach from his body, drifting far away, toward the direction of the young man bearing the name [Wuwei Sect Master].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening came; a pale moon hung high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight was cold, half-obscured by drifting clouds, flickering uncertainly, like a beauty holding a pipa half-covered, exuding mystery and haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Southward, at the foot of a remote, sparsely populated mountain, an abandoned road wound forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavily laden, dusty truck rumbled past, its engine gasping, wheels kicking up clouds of dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver was exhausted, eyelids heavy, straining to keep his eyes open as he searched for a place to stop and rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his gaze passed over, as if blind to, a low, dilapidated shack beside the road, its wall emblazoned with bold red characters:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lodging!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restaurant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A withered yellow lamp hung before the door, swaying in the wind, its rusty hook creaking “squeak-squeak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This light, this restaurant, seemed to exist in another dimension, brushing past the speeding vehicles of the mundane world without interaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the door opened; an old bell rang out, clear yet jarring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure stepped into the small shop, thick with the scent of age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a young man, clad in a black leather jacket, flamboyant in design, glossy with oil. His face was handsome, yet an unshakable aura of demonic arrogance clung to his brow; his lips habitually curled upward, carrying a cynical, dismissive chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man sat down at a greasy square table, his gaze idly sweeping the empty interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his eyes paused in the corner, revealing a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside a nearby table lay a boy, collapsed as if utterly drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old ghost, who’s this outsider here?” the young man blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, a hunched figure shot out like a ghost from the shadows behind the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>",1536,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d9c188965374d7b26da3bc6a08e68a97c0e96f2d898246ea3d5b0dd0f6df8f99","pure-yang-chapter-519","pure-yang-chapter-517",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]