[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-54":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},2267154,4427,"Chapter 54: Father and Son, the Fall of the He Family","pure-yang-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>On the seventeenth floor, in a long, dim corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan held his phone and paced back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, unless there was something urgent, he rarely called Zhang Lingzong—not because their father-son bond was weak, but perhaps this was a uniquely Chinese father-son dynamic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, Mom’s anniversary is coming up soon. Are you coming back?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This year marked the tenth anniversary of his mother’s death; it had been exactly ten years since the car accident that changed both their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll return ahead of time. The construction site’s been quiet lately, and the houses still won’t sell…” Zhang Lingzong’s voice remained calm and low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Zhang Fan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up—calls are expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Lingzong about to hang up, Zhang Fan quickly called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was very young… did you and Mom ever take me on a trip outside the province? Like… Changnan Province…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like… Long Hu Mountain!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling last night’s vivid dream, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the accident, he suffered severe trauma; the doctor said he had traumatic selective amnesia—he couldn’t remember certain things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he finished speaking, silence fell on the other end of the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad?” Zhang Fan called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” came Zhang Lingzong’s reply, low and resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, never mind then. I just asked out of curiosity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan didn’t press it and prepared to hang up: “Dad, go ahead and work. Stay safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you been sleeping poorly lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Lingzong’s voice came through the phone, halting Zhang Fan’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You keep having dreams!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know?” Zhang Fan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just graduated and started working—you’re under pressure, it’s normal to sleep badly. I was the same when I was young…” Zhang Lingzong said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Fan’s heart warmed. His father was usually quiet and reserved, but he still cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, I’ve been sleeping better these past two days,” Zhang Fan smiled. “My coworkers have been good to me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my room…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Zhang Lingzong suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are two bottles of sleeping pills in my drawer. If you really can’t sleep, take one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember—only one at a time, no more than three times a week…” Zhang Lingzong instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it,” Zhang Fan nodded. In his memory, his father had always struggled with sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, don’t give these pills to anyone—they’re expensive. Remember that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Lingzong repeated the warning; for a man who spent his days laboring on construction sites, sleeping pills were a luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah,” Zhang Fan murmured, then quickly hung up. Just as he turned to return to the company, he looked up and saw Bai Buran stepping out of the elevator, approaching in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss… how’s Jiang Lai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s fine,” Bai Buran replied casually, glancing at Zhang Fan. “Come to my office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened—he guessed Bai Buran wanted to talk about last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the office, as soon as Bai Buran sat down, he dropped a bombshell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The He family is finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finished? What does that mean?” Zhang Fan blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, there will be no He family in Yujing City,” Bai Buran said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because of last night?” Zhang Fan frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if He Fei had acted wickedly, the He family was deeply rooted in Yujing City, with tangled connections spanning decades. Even if implicated, they shouldn’t have been wiped out overnight, leaving not a trace. “Who exactly is Wang Tao?” Zhang Fan asked, sensing the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re sharp,” Bai Buran said, studying Zhang Fan with cold, grave eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Thirteen Zodiacs… they’re a band of madmen. I dealt with them many years ago…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Thirteen Zodiacs represent thirteen unconventional paths to immortality…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What you saw last night was the [Hai Pig]…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thirteen? But there are only twelve zodiacs,” Zhang Fan said, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Thirteen Zodiacs place humanity first—beyond the twelve, there is Man!” Bai Buran whispered. “These madmen are anathema to the Daoist sects—anyone who finds them must kill them. If you ever encounter them, keep your distance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Zhang Fan still didn’t grasp their danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you heard of the Wuwei Gate?” Bai Buran asked, raising an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Siphoning the Nascent Soul as medicine!?” Zhang Fan’s brow twitched—he’d heard this from Old Yu before…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist history, this sect was a name impossible to avoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using methods of creation and destruction to seek the path of Wuwei eternal life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Establishing temples on mountains, setting observatories by rivers, subduing all demons and spirits, gathering incense from the four seas, sweeping the six directions, shaking the Dao world! “Break mountains, destroy temples—kill, never save…” Bai Buran spoke heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist history, nine times the mountains were broken and temples destroyed—each time to exterminate these heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, like tides, these aberrations always rose from ashes, scattering and reforming through history’s river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve returned…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran fixed Zhang Fan with a steady gaze. “The He family tainted themselves with these people—they sought death. No one in heaven or earth can save them now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Collective punishment—none of them are innocent,” Bai Buran said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his words couldn’t convey the pathological fear and dread the Daoist sects held toward this lineage—any trace found…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill, never save!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you this openly—White Crane Temple in Shangjing sent people over for this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“White Crane Temple!?” Zhang Fan fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White Crane Temple wasn’t the largest Daoist monastery in China, but it was the most influential—because it was in Shangjing, the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exaggeration, any Daoist organization planning an event anywhere in the country had to report to White Crane Temple in Shangjing for approval before proceeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When White Crane Temple acted, it was always over matters of great Daoist consequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The He family is truly finished,” Zhang Fan murmured, glancing out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Huangji Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half the mountain had been sealed off—not even a rat could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The He family estate lay in ruins; deep within the inner quarters, the air reeked of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare such an impure cult claim to be immortal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid flickering flames, a young man in Daoist robes stepped forward, a stalk of straw between his lips, his right hand gripping the neck of a withered fox. With a slight twist, fire erupted, reducing it instantly to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoist Wu Shang… what should be done with the He family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, radiating official authority, entered, his face tense with caution and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow the law. Give them all charges—load them with the heaviest ones possible,” the Daoist youth said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood,” the suited man nodded, hesitated slightly, then asked: “Daoist Wu Shang, I heard… Lei Yu Tianshi has come to Jiangnan Province. Could you ask him to sign a talisman for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha! Who told you that? Do you think we need my uncle to deal with these wild foxes?” Cao Wu Shang laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Yu Tianshi was an unparalleled master of White Crane Temple—he had reached the Tianshi rank fifteen years ago and stood among the top experts in all Daoist sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many said he might even break through to the Zhenren realm, following in the footsteps of Chu Chaoran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a being would never leave Shangjing lightly, let alone act on a whim. “My uncle hasn’t lifted a finger in years…” Cao Wu Shang murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the last time Lei Yu Tianshi had acted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About ten years ago…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, that Tianshi had never left White Crane Temple a single step!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1262,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ece87c6899f77b986a504809f47748911f0bf9d018f91d742a9d7eabd85d5437","pure-yang-chapter-55","pure-yang-chapter-53",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]