[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-64":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},2267164,4427,"Chapter 64: Jiang Hu","pure-yang-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>After that night, Jiang Hu was imprisoned for three years, eventually expelled from the sect, his lineage severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Framed by others, unaware of the plot, stained with blood, nearly shattered his Dao heart, confined for three years, then finally cast out from his master’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu’s life took a sharp downturn; misfortune seemed to favor him above all others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, he lost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During his three years of confinement, he attempted suicide twenty-one times—each time, he was saved,” Shen Qingli said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though ignorance may excuse blame, the lives he took were real—Maoshan cannot tolerate him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, a shadow of sorrow passed over Shen Qingli’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, Jiang Hu’s inner demon took root, impossible to eradicate; his cultivation faltered, his day and night reversed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the path of talismans, he is utterly ruined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never imagined… he had such a past,” Zhang Fan mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Jiang Hu was hard to reconcile with the carefree, cynical man he knew daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was his disguise… his inner demon runs too deep; one day, he will fall into [Great Night Unlit],” Shen Qingli sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path of cultivation is like walking on thin ice; once the spirit stirs wildly, the risk of [Great Night Unlit] looms—even a Tianshi may regress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Immortals are made from mortals; it’s just that mortals lack steadfast will… Is that why Heaven sends endless trials?” Zhang Fan said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pure Yang Ancestor faced the hardship of losing his family and failing the exams; Purple Yang Master suffered exile to Lingnan; Chen Xiyi struggled with repeated failure in the imperial tests… Since ancient times, every great master of the elixir path has endured the trials of mortal suffering, weathering a hundred calamities without breaking,” Shen Qingli murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His trial… is too hard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shen Qingli suddenly called out, pulling Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our family has a major event coming—can you help me keep him here to witness it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xuanjian Baolu?” Zhang Fan blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he told you…” Shen Qingli gazed thoughtfully at Jiang Hu’s retreating figure: “He still has talent in talismans—but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the emergence of this treasure will stir him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Zhang Fan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll arrange lodging for you,” Shen Qingli smiled faintly, showing gratitude, then nodded and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Hu’s voice came from afar; Zhang Fan hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finished unloading—these five barrels of pulp are damn heavy,” Jiang Hu leaned against the Five Spirit Rainbow Light, exhaling deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cargo for Night Unlit was all specially made pulp: harvested from southern mountain peach wood, processed through over thirty steps, bathed in moonlight on the fifteenth of each month when the moon was full, then soaked and sun-dried for a full month starting at the height of summer before delivery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were top-grade materials for talisman paper—one barrel cost two hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this single cart was worth a million; his commission alone was one percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten thousand… I’m not afraid of having no cash, betraying the pretty girl in the alley,” Jiang Hu grinned. “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t spend all your money on foot baths, did you?” Zhang Fan glanced sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen it before—Jiang Hu’s drawer held at least seven or eight VIP gold cards from nearby spas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got a question for you,” Jiang Hu said suddenly, serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Zhang Fan, seeing his tone, grew serious too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you met a girl who didn’t want a house, a car, savings, a diamond ring, didn’t ask you to take her out to eat, watch movies, buy things, or give gifts—even didn’t bother you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just wanted to talk with you when you were tired, help you relax your mind and body…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would it be too much to pay her 498 each time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too much or not?” Faced with Jiang Hu’s question, Zhang Fan had no reply—this bizarre logic had opened a new door in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say I don’t look out for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Jiang Hu pulled from his chest a bright yellow talisman, folded into a triangle and bound with red silk thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xiongqi Talisman!” Jiang Hu whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiongqi Talisman? What kind of talisman is that?” Zhang Fan looked curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, he’d studied the Dao Mi Lu closely and knew many talisman secrets—even some strange ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, the Shizhi Talisman: said to be written with ink ground from a special insect that only grows inside corpses three years after burial—extremely rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in modern times, with cremation widespread, such insects are nearly extinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Shizhi Talisman applied three inches below the navel causes visible fat loss within days; a skilled talisman master’s version can shed thirty to forty jin in a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far more effective than the “Shouyou” sold by the He family—and with no side effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my exclusive recipe!” Jiang Hu lowered his voice, sounding mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I made the ink from bull semen powder, donkey semen powder, horse semen powder, oyster semen powder, tiger semen powder… a blend of potent ingredients…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oysters have semen!?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu shot him a sidelong glance. “Anyway, it’s labor-intensive and costly—when used, burn it, mix the ash into water, and drink it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The effects? Only users know. I sell it online for 1,200 per talisman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This thing costs 1,200? What does it actually do?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It makes old oysters produce pearls, causes iron trees to bloom—one talisman equals five blue pills,” Jiang Hu whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So powerful?” Zhang Fan stared at the talisman in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I sold it online for 2,000, someone would still buy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re here to make a profit off me, aren’t you?” Jiang Hu rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Jiang Hu gestured for Zhang Fan to get in the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard Shen’s Xuanjian Baolu is nearly complete—let’s stay and watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Fan changed the subject abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nearly complete?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu paused, then looked toward the incense smoke rising from the Shen family estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve been cultivating it for three generations—do you really think they’ll succeed now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you believe it?” Zhang Fan said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uniting ten thousand talismans into one—how easy is that?” Jiang Hu sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself came from Maoshan, trained in talismans—he knew exactly what those four words meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao begins with addition; later, it becomes subtraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every mountain and sect has talisman lineages, and all have tried merging their own talismans into one—though all keep it secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Longhu Mountain has gone the farthest…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Longhu Mountain!?” Zhang Fan’s heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All talisman arts return to Longhu—but eighty years ago, during the great Daoist calamity, the Zhang family of Longhu were wiped out,” Jiang Hu sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1134,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","026e35f7554a9fc2911951c895705e0a57011f5f241a80e45de957759ea70ae7","pure-yang-chapter-65","pure-yang-chapter-63",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]