[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-86":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},2267186,4427,"Chapter 86: The Five Elements Misaligned, the True Face of the Fiendish God (5k Chapter)","pure-yang-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>Yujing City, East Suburb Cemetery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan was absorbed in meditating on the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art and only awoke near noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Xiong Ba’s gaze toward him had changed; the earlier wariness had faded, replaced by a touch of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply because Zhang Fan’s manifestation of the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art seemed far more authentic than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself had secretly trained for years to achieve what he had today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Zhang Fan had devoted far more time and effort to this Daoist art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really am useless,” Xiong Ba lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no talent for his family’s Yin Mountain Dao methods, and even the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art he’d obtained by chance was mastered worse than others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t lose heart,” Zhang Fan shook his head, quickly comforting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see this kid carried immense potential—otherwise he wouldn’t have even entered the threshold of the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps precisely because of this, he had made no progress in his sect’s Yin Mountain Dao methods over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Yi Art was, after all, the natural counter to this lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every morning at six and every evening at eight… come here, and I’ll guide you,” Zhang Fan softened his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, add me on Chaoshen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method he’d gained from Xiong Ba today had already benefited him greatly; he needed time to digest it after returning, and further cultivation methods could only come gradually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Xiong Ba’s eyes lit up instantly, and he pulled out his phone: “How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, Xiong Ba slapped himself hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was impolite… How could someone like you be short on money? Mentioning money insults you… I’m sorry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not—” Zhang Fan’s lips moved, wanting to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, I’m leaving,” Xiong Ba bowed deeply to Zhang Fan with a look of shame, then turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not… that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan watched Xiong Ba’s retreating back, wishing he could slap himself twice—Xiong Ba clearly wasn’t short on money; born into the Xiong family, even as an outcast, he should be richer than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you pretending to be?!” Zhang Fan cursed himself inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, Zhang Fan nearly came to the East Suburb Cemetery every morning and evening to meet Xiong Ba; at first it was fine, but after many visits, even the night watchman grew puzzled—these two young men were absurdly filial to their ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did they come every single day to sweep graves!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of joint practice and exchange, Zhang Fan’s mastery of the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art grew increasingly refined, and Xiong Ba also benefited greatly, absorbing much of Zhang Fan’s experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You got beaten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, before dawn broke, the two had just met when Zhang Fan noticed something amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s face bore clear injuries—dark bruises on both cheeks and a fresh blood trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who hit you? So brutal?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Xiong Ba was practically his friend, even half a junior disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sect combat is normal,” Xiong Ba forced a smile, clearly unwilling to dwell on the topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, to stimulate competition among disciples and raise their Dao skills, the Xiong family held three or five internal combat sessions each month—essentially friendly sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friendly sparring like this?” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t insult someone by exposing their flaws, don’t strike someone on the face—this was outright targeting the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever, I’m used to it,” Xiong Ba shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a direct disciple, so his status among peers was obvious; in combat, some naturally picked on the softest targets to establish dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fellow sect members, they likely held no grudge against Xiong Ba—he was merely a tool to demonstrate power and intimidate others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where there are people, there’s the Jianghu,” Zhang Fan sighed, then waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here, I’ll teach you a Yin Poison—this will protect you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking, Zhang Fan observed his Nascent Soul, mobilized True Yang, gathered surrounding Yin energy, and channeled the Northern Emperor Art to forge a Yin Poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gathering Yin into Poison—a dire omen; this thing was several times stronger than ordinary Yin energy, like turning scrap iron into steel through a hundred temperings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the Xiong family also followed the path of gathering Yin and refining Qi; even if he revealed this Yin Poison, it wouldn’t betray him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…” Xiong Ba hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax… it won’t be detected—just a Yin Poison, no Dao technique involved… Your Yin Mountain Sect already has methods to gather Yin into Poison,” Zhang Fan saw his hesitation and quickly reassured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Fan, thanks,” Xiong Ba nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his master Gu Yuming became a vegetable, Zhang Fan had been the kindest person to him—not only guiding him in the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art, but also giving him this Yin Poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great favors need no words of thanks,” Zhang Fan said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I won’t say it,” Xiong Ba nodded heavily, eyes glistening with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting briefly, Zhang Fan didn’t rush into practicing the Great Yi Soul-Transcending Art today—he left with Xiong Ba instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived at the company, it was exactly nine—no delay in clocking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so punctual. Every day at nine, not a second early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu looked at the time and couldn’t help admiring Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why haven’t I seen Old Yu lately?” Zhang Fan sat at his desk, glanced around, and asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu’s old problem—he disappears when thunderstorms come… says his rheumatism flares up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu replied without turning: “Isn’t it the plum rain season right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even Daoists get rheumatism?” Zhang Fan muttered, unconsciously glancing toward Bai Buran’s office—seeing the door tightly shut, he relaxed and opened his “Little Yellow Book,” pulling up the Thousand-Year Demon’s homepage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand-Year Demon’s avatar remained gray; as usual, Zhang Fan greeted him—this had become his daily ritual, right after opening the page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a system alert popped up immediately: Sorry, the other party has blocked you…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan cursed, glanced over, and his eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did the Thousand-Year Demon post again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked at the Thousand-Year Demon’s homepage and saw he’d just updated a post—timestamped 3:30 a.m. yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still awake at 3:30? Doesn’t he fear dying of overwork?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan murmured softly, then saw the post’s title: The Secret of the Five Elements in the Human Body: The Most Terrifying Cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began by citing the alchemical classic Journey to the West—this book’s status as one of the Four Great Classical Novels stemmed not merely from its tales of demons and pilgrimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The author must have been a master of alchemy; the Buddhist and Daoist metaphors within were effortlessly woven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, the book described several methods of immortality: Pantao , ginseng fruit, and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These celestial roots, when consumed, granted eternal youth and extended lifespan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet there was another method of immortality, favored by many demons—since they could never access those celestial roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That method: virgin boys and girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this was also a Daoist metaphor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist cultivation, the five viscera have secret aliases: liver is [Wood Mother], lungs are [Metal Lord], spleen is [Yellow Mother], heart is [Maiden], kidneys are [Infant].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, virgin boy and girl here refer to heart-fire and kidney-water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Daoist elixir formation requires the union of three: Infant, Maiden, and Yellow Mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spleen is the Yellow Mother, belonging to Earth in the Five Elements; its functions include blood production, storage, and immunity—thus it transforms and nourishes all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the spleen represents True Intention; only with the union of Infant, Maiden, and Yellow Mother can the elixir be formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focusing on the dantian, harmonizing water and fire, balancing yin and yang—only then does the Great Elixir form. This is the path to immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alchemical texts say: The Yellow Mother acts as matchmaker; the Infant and Maiden reunite. Water and fire harmonize, yin and yang unite; success brings Buddhahood and immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, for mortals seeking immortality, virgin boy and girl are both indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must admit—he may be a scammer, but he truly knows his stuff,” Zhang Fan couldn’t help sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But how exactly is it done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan continued reading—this time there was no payment link, perhaps due to platform warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The key lies in the word ‘Reverse.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The five viscera correspond to the Five Elements; if left uncontrolled in their natural flow, essence and qi will dissipate, bringing death near—life turns into death’s root. Life is the root of death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Life is death…” Zhang Fan murmured, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alchemy cultivation relies entirely on reversal: Primordial Essence is Metal, Primordial Spirit is Wood, Conscious Mind is Water…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Metal and Wood are the mothers of Water and Fire, yet Daoist cultivation of the Primordial Spirit must forge Primordial Essence from the Conscious Mind—that is, ‘child gives birth to mother,’ the reversal of being and non-being.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Zhang Fan’s expression turned deeply contemplative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, his Northern and Southern Sect Source method was also a form of reversal—swapping Kan and Li, using heart-fire to burn kidney-water, boiling essence and qi to nourish the body, refining True Yang, and strengthening the Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The human life system operates entirely in forward flow—destined to never achieve immortality…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There exists a method that, according to Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, begins with the human life system and reverses all five viscera…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Zhang Fan’s expression turned unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his Northern and Southern Sect Source method only borrowed the concept of reversal, manipulating internal water and fire—yet the body’s structure remained unchanged. But… “If one cultivates according to this method, their life system and internal structure are no longer ordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There really is such a method in this world!?” Zhang Fan’s expression turned sharply unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This method has been secretly passed down since ancient times—rarely seen in heaven or earth; those who achieve great success become human terrors; fellow cultivators who encounter them must retreat three leagues…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand-Year Demon’s post was chilling: those who cultivate this method possess a life structure far surpassing ordinary beings—even other cultivators, upon encountering them, find their own Five Elements easily influenced, altered, or even controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Elements inverted, surviving beyond calamity; the reversed become Immortals, the mistaken become Kings…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This method is called…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Five Elements Wrong King!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu’s voice drifted from beside him, sudden as a ghost, emerging from nowhere, fixed on Zhang Fan’s computer screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You scared the shit out of me…” Zhang Fan shuddered: “I’m definitely getting a privacy screen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell is this guy? Daring to say stuff like this online?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu stared at Zhang Fan’s screen, unable to resist pressing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Five Elements Wrong King… have you heard of it?” Zhang Fan asked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I trained at Maoshan, my elders mentioned it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Elements inverted, enduring beyond calamity, those who reverse become immortals, those who err become kings—this is the [Five Elements Wrong King].”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a legendary internal alchemy method,” Jiang Hu said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Legendary!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. You know the number ‘nine’ holds extraordinary significance in Daoist circles. My sect taught me that since ancient times, there have been only nine legendary internal alchemy methods among all Daoist sects…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Five Elements Wrong King is one of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu’s words left Zhang Fan in silence—such secrets were never mentioned in the [Dao Secret Record].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since it’s legend, it’s just a story. No one in reality has ever been seen to complete it… In fact, whether these nine methods even exist is unknown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu shook his head. The nine legendary methods were famed far and wide, yet no one could prove they’d ever seen one with their own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But back when he trained at Maoshan, his masters had said many Daoist arts and methods originated from these nine alchemical texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, no one could master any single one alone, so some retreated and sought alternatives, drawing insights from them, making connections across disciplines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, Zhenwu Mountain has a deeply sinister technique called [Heart Demon Guide], a method of cultivating thoughts into demons to slay those who perceive the Dao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This technique emerged from one of the nine legends: [Divine Demon Sacred Embryo],” Jiang Hu whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is [Divine Demon Sacred Embryo] also one of the nine legends?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Jiang Hu nodded. “And even your [Southern-Northern Zong  Source], though already a top-tier internal alchemy method, is merely a branch lineage of the [Five Elements Wrong King].”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Southern-Northern Zong  Source] is already impossibly difficult to cultivate; on Zhenwu Mountain, apart from Zhang Fan, no one practices it. Once completed, over time, the body naturally undergoes many transformations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to the complete [Five Elements Wrong King], such transformations are negligible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you encounter a fellow practitioner, retreat three leagues! Remember, remember!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan pondered, his gaze unconsciously falling on the last line of the post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thousand-year demon? That last line’s just nonsense—who could ever meet one? Who could ever complete it?” Jiang Hu couldn’t help complaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds are lower than winning the lottery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did he post this now, of all times?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan pondered. Ever since that time the man asked him if he’d dreamed of Long Hu, he’d felt this thousand-year demon, though hidden in mist, spoke and acted with deep intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know him?” Jiang Hu asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan shook his head: “He blocked me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you harass him? Could he be a girl?” Jiang Hu speculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A girl?” Zhang Fan instinctively looked up, toward Jiang Lai nearby—she was now asleep on the desk, seemingly utterly unconcerned about the boss docking her pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan shook his head. The thousand-year demon registered long before he did—how could it be Jiang Lai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Hu’s voice pulled Zhang Fan back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a couple days, you might have to come with me to deliver something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to?” Zhang Fan asked offhandedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yinshan Xiong Family!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yujing City, Yinshan Xiong Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the deep corridor, candles flickered, flames burning steadily without extinguishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xing Shao, why are you still so gloomy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the corridor’s end, Xiong Qianxing’s face was icy, staring coldly into the corridor’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you already vent your anger on Xiong Ba yesterday?” Ming Chenxuan couldn’t help saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you find out what I asked you to investigate?” Xiong Qianxing seemed not to hear. His hands were wrapped in thick bandages, black blood seeping through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shan Shao said… this matter ends here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Chenxuan’s face darkened. “Xing Shao, don’t make this hard for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s too cautious,” Xiong Qianxing gritted his teeth. “A strong dragon doesn’t suppress a local snake—even if that kid…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianxing recalled his recent experience in the [Ghost Pool] and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who entered the ancestral hall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed the subject, his eyes still burning with unresolved rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Xiong Qianxing was furious now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still that unlucky bastard Xiong Ba…” Ming Chenxuan sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a bloodline disciple—he wouldn’t even look at an outsider like me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Xiong family’s rule: non-bloodline disciples must visit the ancestral hall every three years to pay respects to the ancestors, lest they forget their place,” Ming Chenxuan chuckled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, let’s go give this cousin a little reminder,” Xiong Qianxing’s gaze darkened—he needed to vent his pent-up emotions now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the ancestral hall at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba, following protocol, lit three incense sticks and reverently paid homage to the ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the quiet hall, incense smoke curled, faint flames flickered—only he was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this was the Xiong family’s sacred ground, few ever came here except during disciples’ rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve come…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a faint voice echoed in Xiong Ba’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s face changed. He leapt up, scanning left and right—the empty hall held only him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve encountered a chance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint voice echoed again, then his body trembled violently, his mind “buzzed,” and the scene before him abruptly shifted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mist swirled and surged, faint light piercing through, as if into a bottomless abyss, obscuring all ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inner Vision of the Nascent Soul!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s heart stirred—he knew this was his own Inner Vision of the Nascent Soul. He’d experienced it once many years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint voice came from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Fiend God!?” Xiong Ba’s face changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago, under the same scene, the Fiend God had taught him the [Taiyi Method]’s rite for guiding the dead—but back then, he’d never seen the entity’s true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, black mist churned, and a figure seemed ready to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s face changed. His Nascent Soul instinctively recoiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d long heard the Fiend God sealed by his clan was extraordinary—a great evil turned ghost, bound by no taboos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of fear rose within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the surrounding black mist surged wildly, receding like a tide—then the Fiend God stepped out directly, exposed before Xiong Ba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!? How… how could it be you!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba stared at the figure before him, eyes wide—this moment, he was too stunned to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2874,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a8c7286eb4e6c69d0acef849f95e3e807299d6e1d5061c5437cb64d978e84c53","pure-yang-chapter-87","pure-yang-chapter-85",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]