[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-78":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},2267178,4427,"Chapter 78: White Light from the Brows, Zhang Fan","pure-yang-chapter-78",78,"\u003Cp>Heaven’s wrath raged; black clouds choked the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning split the heavens, like a monstrous serpent coiling, a demon dragon lashing its tail—brilliant, terrifying light pierced the boundless night, striking straight toward Wu Qilu’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Showing off and getting struck by lightning!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Zhang Fan’s mind flashed this thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Qilu was no ordinary cultivator—he reacted in a heartbeat—but even his speed could not outmatch lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous explosion shattered the ground where Wu Qilu stood; violent shockwaves whipped up fire and wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s faces paled; when they looked again, the massive crater was empty—only charred earth remained, not a trace of human form!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead from the strike?” Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in shock as he stared skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lightning was too convenient—it had obliterated Wu Qilu, the legendary [Wu Ma] of the Twelve Zodiacs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the talisman shackles binding Zhang Fan, Jiang Hu, and Qi Ji vanished like smoke dissolving into mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too lucky,” Jiang Hu muttered, finding it utterly unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Dao is vast; evil cannot overpower the righteous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Ji spoke with solemn righteousness, as if he had glimpsed the hidden truth, gazing upward with deep reverence in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut the hell up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan shot him a sidelong glance, thinking inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep… beep…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, urgent sirens blared; Zhang Fan looked up to see police cars, fire trucks, and vehicles bearing the Dao Alliance emblem rolling en masse into the Shen household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You called them?” Jiang Hu asked Qi Ji, who said nothing but nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time, can you call for help a little earlier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan grumbled—everything was already over, why show up now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time? Is there going to be a next time?” Qi Ji narrowed his eyes. “Do you even realize how close you came to disaster? One misstep and you’d have doomed countless lives—how many…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough… Do you think we want a next time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu raised his hand to cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his words ended, his hand still mid-air, a pair of silver handcuffs snapped onto his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we’re good guys—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan lowered his head, frantically protesting—but before he finished speaking, they were shoved into a car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve lived this long and never once been inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First time’s a shock, second time’s routine—you’ll get used to it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the car, Jiang Hu leaned against the window, head tilted back, eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the station, the interrogators weren’t police officers, but two Dao Alliance Daoist Priests—handling such matters fell under specialized departments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding the [Mystic Mirror Scripture], Zhang Fan could only speak vaguely—everything that happened in the Talisman Temple involved secrets tied to him, to the True Martial Jade Tablet—he could only bluff and evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… passed out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Passed out?” The two older Daoist Priests exchanged glances, then fixed skeptical stares on Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half an hour of questioning, the boy either claimed he’d passed out or said he had a headache and couldn’t remember anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a history of amnesia—forgetting things is normal. You can check if you don’t believe me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a knock came at the door; a police officer entered and whispered something to the two Daoists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Daoists glanced at each other, then picked up the statements and walked over to Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sign here. You’re free to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it? I can just leave?” Zhang Fan blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You want to stay overnight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t take up any more space.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan chuckled awkwardly, scrawled a messy signature, and stepped out of the interrogation room just as Jiang Hu emerged from another room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two reached the lobby and saw Bai Budian waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry for the trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Budian bowed deeply to Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu, then led them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Budian… the exiled disciple of True Martial Mountain. Didn’t expect him to be hiding in Yujing City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Dao Alliance Daoists watched Bai Budian’s retreating figure, their eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Grand Master of True Martial Mountain himself called… Though expelled, his old ties still hold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Daoist spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think so… Liu Nanxu is no ordinary man. Among True Martial Mountain’s three Heavenly Masters, he’s the youngest and most fiercely righteous—he despises Bai Budian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Daoist shook his head. “The phone call was clear…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That boy named Zhang Fan is a disciple of True Martial Mountain. If he’s truly at fault, True Martial Mountain will take full responsibility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… that reckless little brat just now?” The other Daoist raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the door, his expression turning strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Nanxu, a Heavenly Master himself, personally called to vouch for this kid!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is he really?” “Hard to say,” one Daoist sighed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next year, on the ninth day of the ninth month, the Dragon Tiger Mountain will reopen. Current undercurrents are thick—every major sect is already preparing… training a few disciples isn’t unusual…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some openly, others secretly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Daoist world is a hundred schools clashing, and it’s time for new talents to emerge—well-known ones like Xia Weisheng of True Martial Mountain, An Wuyang of Zhongnan Mountain, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, the two brothers of Laojun Mountain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These prodigies have already risen to fame, commanding respect among the younger generation of Daoists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these are only the visible ones. Any major sect never puts all its eggs in one basket—what hidden talents they secretly cultivate remains unknown to outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Chu Chaoran—he was once obscure at True Martial Mountain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before age twenty-five, Chu Chaoran was unknown. But in the Mangdang Mountain battle, five of the thirteen Zodiac elders fell to his hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even the then-[Immortal] couldn’t suppress him. From that battle, his name became known across the land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Twelve Zodiacs were led by a human—their title was [Immortal].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you think Zhang Fan is a secretly trained disciple of True Martial Mountain?” The other Daoist’s expression turned odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s utterly reckless—this brat has none of the demeanor of a Daoist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, when they sat down, this brat had asked if they smoked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. We can’t ignore True Martial Mountain’s face—after all, the True Immortal still holds court there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Daoists exchanged glances, then shook their heads. With what happened at the Shen household tonight, sleep was out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Lao Yu drove the Five Spirit Hongguang, while Bai Budian sat in the front passenger seat, scowling, glancing occasionally at the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you two to deliver the goods—why did you cause such a mess? Do you even want to keep working?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, the Shen family committed murder and arson—we’re the victims!” Zhang Fan couldn’t help retorting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you always everywhere?” Bai Budian glared through the rearview mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Fan arrived, Bai Budian’s business was thriving, smooth sailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Zhang Fan showed up, trouble never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The He family’s Dragon Vein matter had barely settled when the Shen family’s [Mystic Mirror Scripture] affair gave “Ye Bu Liang” a notorious reputation within the Dao Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just wait—you’ll be called in for tea by the authorities from now on,” Bai Budian sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you’ve got serious clout—just one word and the Dao Alliance let us go.” Jiang Hu, who understood social graces, quickly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep it quiet. Don’t go blabbing around,” Bai Budian said cryptically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, we owe thanks to that young fellow from Mao Shan’s Shangqing Sect—he testified for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi Ji!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Five Spirit Hongguang sped along the elevated highway, delivering Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan to their homes in just half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Hongfu Huayuan’s entrance, Zhang Fan got out, bidding farewell to Bai Budian and Lao Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhang Fan’s retreating figure, Bai Budian rolled down his window, lit a cigarette. A spark flared; smoke curled out into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Yu, did you notice? This kid’s changed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Changed? How?” Lao Yu raised an eyebrow, instinctively staring at Zhang Fan’s fading silhouette as he walked slowly into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“White light radiates from his brows—his spirit refines true yang!” Bai Budian said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the spirit refines true yang, through three returns and nine transformations, it’s like steel forged a hundred times—only profound cultivation produces this phenomenon: white light from the brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient alchemical texts say: “When the space between the brows emits white radiance, true yang emerges unpredictably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ancient times, masters of alchemy with immeasurable cultivation could generate boundless light from their brows, piercing through all illusions of the world—seeing this was called enlightenment, known in the Dao scriptures as [Empty Chamber Gives Birth to White Light].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, a faint glow subtly radiated from Zhang Fan’s brows, indicating his mastery and cultivation in the [Art Disciple] stage had reached extraordinary depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know this: even some [Art Disciples] who master all twelve minor arts and enter the [Mystic Master] rank may never manifest the [white light from the brows].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long has he been cultivating the Heavenly Pig Fang? This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a rapid cultivation pace is simply unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the mind is unattached, great utility arises; when things are present, the spirit cannot be reached… the number or strength of techniques has never been a measure of one’s cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran shook his head: “Even some great alchemists look down on cultivating techniques and divine arts—once their realm is reached, all methods come naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan… this time, he has truly changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Buran gazed at the entrance of Hongfu Flower Garden; the car window slowly rose as the Five Spirit Rainbow departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, in Zhang Fan’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room, on the table lay the bottle of sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong, golden-foiled pills scattered across the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, a faint moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating his face as his lips slightly curled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I seem to… remember something…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan murmured softly, his right hand forming a hand seal, drawing a stream of black-and-white light through the air that traced an unusual talisman pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Void-Stepping Talisman! Shatter Mountains, Calm Peaks!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1711,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2b86134bfdeb377284478ec7f8b7e08346fbe617679d729900d6392ed335b7e6","pure-yang-chapter-79","pure-yang-chapter-77",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]