[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-75":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},2267175,4427,"Chapter 75: All Together, the Zhenwu Jade Register (Request Subscription)","pure-yang-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>Outside the realm of things, time is naturally gained; in human life, birth and death—who can ever exhaust them? This body was never truly mine; having fulfilled my human form, I become a ghost or god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light surged, nearly draining Jiang Hu’s entire True Yang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is his talisman, and also the portrait of his life: great sin weighs upon him, falling into an evil spirit; yet within his heart, the Dao points toward immortals and gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life, things are not simply black or white—there is both petty scheming and radiant greatness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black and white blend in chaos, yet I alone am of this realm—who says I am not one of them? Drop by drop, they converge here, like the vast, unfathomable Dao: whether good or bad, whether virtuous or vile… all are part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No distinction, no likes or dislikes—following nature, arising in accord with fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The true self is singular; named ghost or god… this is his…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Qingli stood frozen in awe, her eyes never having held such brilliance before…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light danced at Jiang Hu’s fingertip, tracing an unprecedented mark, searing onto Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was the talisman; he was the scripture…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Gate swung wide, divine radiance blazed ten thousandfold, like the turning of Yin and Yang, like human good and evil…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul glowed with unprecedented brilliance, as if black and white swirled wildly, no longer sharply divided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His Nascent Soul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Ji’s eyes widened, filled only with profound shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A true genius is a brilliance no number of kalpas can suppress!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, in mountain cultivation, his master’s words echoed again deep in his mind, like a dream’s murmur, lingering endlessly, slowly merging with the reality before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom… boom… boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five long rainbows slashed through the night, blazing with fiery light, charging toward Jiang Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul stood like a beam of light blocking the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three explosions shattered; the five dragons spun, fiery light burst apart, and amid rolling waves of energy, Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul stood unmoved—the inscribed runes gradually dimmed, like dust scattering, slowly vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s lost…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Ji closed his eyes tightly, his face turned deathly pale; his body relaxed, slowly collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this battle of arts, he had no strength left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he could only tremble as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He won!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul returned to his body, yet his dim gaze fixed on Shen Qingli, dressed in a black formal gown, far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t you act?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan, the fate of the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture is my fate…” Shen Qingli shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Jiang Hu staggered forward to Qi Ji’s side, looking down at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won… but you’ve changed nothing…” Qi Ji said heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he had to admit: Jiang Hu carried a sharpness he could not see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he refused to accept such defeat—and its consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu said nothing, turned, and walked toward the Talisman Forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?” Qi Ji struggled to lift his head and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reply. In the flickering firelight, Jiang Hu’s back appeared more solitary than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a large hand blocked his fall, steadying his trembling body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu paused slightly, then shook his head: “I can calm it myself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to leave your life here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Jiang Hu’s pupils contracted sharply—he stared at Zhang Fan in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me handle it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?” Jiang Hu frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something I want to verify.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Fan raised his hand like a blade, striking directly at Jiang Hu’s neck—the latter collapsed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you kill them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan turned to Shen Qingli. “You’ll die,” she said, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan rose and walked toward the Talisman Forge. The door stood open; a foul stench rushed out—like rotting meat fermenting, maggots writhing and brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses lay scattered on the ground—some decapitated, some limbs severed, others partially devoured…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once the rune is planted, it erases the conscious spirit, severing the Seven Emotions and Six Desires…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Qingli’s words echoed in Zhang Fan’s mind: these people had the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture’s runes planted, their conscious spirits suppressed—some became mere walking corpses…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others, whose Seven Emotions and Six Desires were not fully severed, had certain parts amplified infinitely…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes formed by the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture acted like a virus; due to individual differences, each person’s reaction and state varied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They became sub-viruses—once spread, their Nascent Souls became the nourishment for the original virus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Fan advanced deeper, he saw more: some sat dazed on the ground, eyes hollow and vacant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others’ Nascent Souls had begun to split, tearing at each other…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still others, though not yet marked, had lost all resistance—like lambs on an assembly line, awaiting the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture’s final transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most bizarre of all: these people seemed not to see Zhang Fan, clearing a path for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the deepest part of the Talisman Forge, the eternal furnace had collapsed—no flame remained, only blackened charcoal scattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone else has come… Perfect—I’ll plant the rune for you, sharing the path to immortality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A withered voice echoed in the silent chamber; Zhang Fan saw a… well, a mass—vast, pulsating flesh, its skin constantly peeling off, then regrowing… like a snake shedding its skin…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sticky, slick red flesh fused seamlessly with the wheelchair beneath it, indistinguishable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most crucially, the mass bore two faces—one ancient beyond measure, the other Shen Xiangrong’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their chests lay the mysterious tortoise shell—the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture, imbued with primordial runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… you’re the young man beside Jiang Hu…” Shen Xiangrong’s face spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brat? Your surname is Zhang? All Zhangs deserve to die…” The ancient face sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve become monsters!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan frowned, feeling increasingly nauseated—he silently vowed never to eat braised lion’s head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is evolution… or rather, the necessary transformation to become an immortal…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient face’s eyes gleamed with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The heavens and earth are vast; human lifespan, even a hundred years, is but a mayfly—born at dawn, dead by dusk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why they must mate, must reproduce to continue their bloodline…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But immortals are different—eternal life, unending vision… any division is waste…” The ancient face seemed to perceive the cosmic truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If human reproduction is the branching of one into countless thousands, a kind of immortality…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then true immortality reverses this process—merging scattered bloodlines into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, true immortality is achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forward, one becomes human; backward, one becomes immortal… the Shen family’s bloodline will merge into singularity…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is true immortality!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are all our pills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient face sneered; a fleshy tendril split from the mass and lunged at Zhang Fan—who did not dodge, but stepped forward…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tendril pierced straight into Zhang Fan’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, you truly understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient face laughed coldly; the Xuanjian Treasure Scripture, as if sentient, glowed faintly—strange runes traveled up the tendril, imprinting onto Zhang Fan’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations—you’ve become one of our pills,” Shen Xiangrong’s face also showed satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more individuals marked, the more Nascent Souls they could inhabit and replace—this was true immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now let’s see who is stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, blood trickled from Zhang Fan’s lips—but a wild smile spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a faint mark on his chest glowed with mysterious radiance—a celestial scar cradling a perfect sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenwu Jade Register!” Zhang Fan whispered within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1271,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b2906c33fa4db02bf687b2837bd6e590444f0dda6ac839a7d4c6f78a5f8cb017","pure-yang-chapter-76","pure-yang-chapter-74",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]