[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-81":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},2267181,4427,"Chapter 81: Father-Son Relationship, Zhang Fan","pure-yang-chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>In the evening, the summer breeze felt strangely hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>South City, Guaizi Alley, No. 368.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an old district, it still retained the architectural style of low courtyard walls, with neighborhood children chasing and playing in the narrow alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the address Jiang Hu provided, Zhang Fan arrived here; the deeper he went, the more flashes of memory surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he had definitely been here before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. 368… this is the place…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stood before a small courtyard, the ancient wooden door weathered with faded patterns, pasted with traditional peach charms; the bronze ring held in the lion’s mouth clanged against the door, echoing a deep “dong dong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened, and he knocked twice more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the door opened just a crack; through the gap, Zhang Fan saw a beautiful girl standing inside, her long hair reaching her waist, braided into a single plait, her eyes like autumn water, her loose short sleeves revealing slender white arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m looking for Master Ming…” Zhang Fan said through the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My grandfather isn’t home,” the girl said, and moved to close the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can I reach him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Zhang Fan blocked the closing door and spoke urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?” The girl frowned, watching him warily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… I mean no harm… I just need to ask Master Ming something… I think I came here as a child for treatment, but I don’t remember…” Zhang Fan didn’t know how to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… your surname is Zhang!?” the girl suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know?” Zhang Fan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan!?” the girl said, startling him by naming him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s eyes widened; he stared through the gap, studying the girl from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really came.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s expression turned understanding, and she opened the door fully, inviting Zhang Fan inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have we met before? Do you know me?” Zhang Fan eyed her suspiciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Ming Yunxia. Don’t you remember me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Zhang Fan frowned, his face filled with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you were twelve, your father brought you here for treatment…” Ming Yunxia said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twelve… twelve…” Zhang Fan pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, he suffered the greatest upheaval of his life—his mother died in a car accident, and the trauma triggered traumatic selective amnesia…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan remembered that initially, Zhang Lingzong took him to many major hospitals…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he did bring him to see an old Chinese physician…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the place,” Zhang Fan seemed to recall something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve changed a lot since childhood… back then you were a bit aggressive, didn’t speak much—I tried to play with you, but you ignored me,” Ming Yunxia said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a faint memory… you’re Yunxia-jie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan vaguely recalled that back then, his emotions were extremely unstable, even aggressive; in this courtyard, there had been a young girl who always played with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he came for treatment, it was this girl who stayed by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Ming Yunxia led Zhang Fan into the inner hall; a strong medicinal scent filled the room, walls hung with human meridian charts, shelves around lined with herbs and medical tools. “Yunxia-jie, where’s Master Ming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan walked to the corner, gazing at a strange painting, and asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He went to Diannan to search for herbs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Ming Yunxia stepped beside Zhang Fan and pointed to the painting: it depicted a milky-white mushroom rooted in yellow soil, its cap bearing a human face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this a herb?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s called Beauty Mushroom,” Ming Yunxia explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, building bridges and repairing roads carried many taboos, as they involved disturbing the earth and water, altering dragon veins and shifting earth qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend says that long ago, while constructing a road along the Diannan border, mountain villagers unearthed a human face halfway up a cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face was fleshy, slightly pale, with eyes, nose, and mouth; its eyes were tightly shut, as if grown into the rock, its lips constantly writhing, occasionally emitting a sound like distant thunder—deeply terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers were terrified; some claimed they had broken the earth and accidentally dug into the mountain god’s dwelling, and that this face was the mountain spirit guarding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others said the face was the vengeful soul of someone who died unjustly in the mountains; if it opened its eyes, it would steal the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More recent popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, various rumors spread, until an elder led the villagers to rebury the road and seal it with massive stones; after that, no one ever saw such a thing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many years later, a wandering Daoist passed through the area, heard the tale, and sighed in regret. He said the face was called “Beauty Mushroom,” a rare herb whose roots plunged into the Youminghuangquan ; if someone collected a single tear from the face and swallowed it, they could commune with spirits and ghosts, and live beyond a hundred years. As for other uses, the Daoist refused to speak further, then settled permanently in the mountains, built a temple, and lived to the age of 123 before dying peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There really is such a herb?” Zhang Fan murmured in wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he understood: Ming Chengjun was no ordinary Chinese physician—he was a Daoist healer, born into the Yinshan Sect, and his methods, even his stored herbs, were extraordinary and highly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather has searched for this herb for half his life… every summer, he travels to Diannan,” Ming Yunxia said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you and your father mended your relationship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ming Yunxia suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?” Zhang Fan blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember when you were a child… your relationship with your father was terrible… the two of you often fought violently in my house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!? I fought with my dad? At twelve?” Zhang Fan looked incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memory, he had always respected Zhang Lingzong, never dared raise his voice, let alone curse—he even thought Zhang Lingzong believed he didn’t know how to swear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight? Are you joking!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see it with your own eyes?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… but every time you two were being examined in the inner hall, I could hear you—terribly loud,” Ming Yunxia’s eyes grew distant with memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought then—if I were your father, with a son like you, I’d just strangle you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared, feeling as if he were listening to someone else’s story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ming Yunxia changed the subject and asked suddenly: “Has your father recovered?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father’s illness?” Zhang Fan paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—every time your father brought you here, it was for treatment,” Ming Yunxia said softly but seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… wasn’t it me who was sick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Ming Yunxia shook her head. “My grandfather said… your father was ill… he had a serious illness…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he also said…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!?” Zhang Fan pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He said… you are his illness.” Ming Yunxia’s expression turned strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1175,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cdf25a4df8b7e093047530ceab61ca6ad26d253f1883960ea2d8cb730c1170cb","pure-yang-chapter-82","pure-yang-chapter-80",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]