[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-89":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},2267189,4427,"Chapter 89","pure-yang-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>11:37 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Town District, Xiangliu Street No. 101.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Jiu Shuanrou Fang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s still a shuanrou place here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan followed his two uncles to the door and paused in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was only two streets away from Hongfu Huayuan; he’d lived here for years but never noticed it—its facade looked like an old-established shop, just a bit secluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old street was nearly deserted, filled only with elderly people; the young had long moved away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With summer at its peak, business was even quieter; inside, several worn tables had grease hardened into crusts, and the wooden benches looked like they’d been discarded from old schools, some missing legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangling bulb hung from a long electrical cord, swaying in the air, blindingly flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this place hadn’t shut down was nothing short of a commercial miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… Uncle, maybe we should go somewhere else,” Zhang Fan couldn’t help saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one… Your father used to come here often,” Xiong Sanqi said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father? Why didn’t he ever bring me?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he bring you? Ever since you ate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Xiong Sanqi could finish, Liu Fusheng coughed twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ate what?” Zhang Fan pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After you ate… and got sick, your mother stopped letting you come,” Xiong Sanqi chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was my mom that strict?” Zhang Fan asked; his memories of his mother were fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strict? Of course she was… Everyone feared her, especially when she ate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Fusheng coughed again, and meeting Zhang Fan’s gaze, he forced a nervous laugh: “Old age—too much air conditioning lately, my throat’s been bothering me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sanqi Uncle, what were you just saying about my mom?” Zhang Fan turned to Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said… she had a fierce appetite. When she ate, none of us dared speak,” Xiong Sanqi chuckled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, let’s sit over there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pointed to a corner table and led Zhang Fan over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, Liu Fusheng yanked Xiong Sanqi hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you keep your mouth shut?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was going to say the same to you—why do you keep coughing? What’s with the dramatics? You’re an old man already…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi shot him a glare, then walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiuye, order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi tapped the table; soon, an old man with a hunched back and a shaved head emerged from the kitchen…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was the height of summer, he wore a long-sleeved black shirt, looking stifling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong’s brat, you’re back,” the bald elder said, glancing at Xiong Sanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s heart stirred—this Uncle Sanqi was surnamed Xiong!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiuye, it’s been years. Still alive, huh?” Xiong Sanqi grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Fusheng, how’d you bring this foul mouth back?” Jiuye looked at Liu Fusheng beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please bear with him,” Liu Fusheng chuckled nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiuye’s eyes sharpened, fixing on Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this old shop, young faces like his were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s Zhang Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng exchanged glances, then lowered their heads and spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That brat from Zhang Lingzong’s family!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiuye’s cloudy eyes suddenly flared with unusual brightness, brighter than the old bulb above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa Jiuye, hello,” Zhang Fan stood and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell the old man wasn’t just the owner—he knew his two uncles well, and by all rights, was his elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good people don’t live long; evil ones last a thousand years,” Jiuye stared hard at Zhang Fan, then grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I’ll get the dishes ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We haven’t ordered yet,” Xiong Sanqi called after Jiuye’s retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Just the usual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, did he just mean me?” Zhang Fan asked, his expression odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignore him—he’s senile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pulled out bottle after bottle of Malanshan Erguotou, popping the caps; a strong alcohol scent spread through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, have a drink with Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed a bottle straight in front of Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan grimaced but couldn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, platters of sliced fresh meat arrived—unknown meat, three parts fat, seven parts lean, sizzling on iron trays, paired with onions and leeks; the savory aroma could fill half the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, what meat is this? So fragrant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan picked up a piece, wrapped it in lettuce, dipped it in soy paste, and swallowed it whole; grease dripped onto the table, the meat flavor almost melting his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never eaten such delicious grilled meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, this is just that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pork belly… pork belly,” Liu Fusheng interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pork belly? Why’s their pork belly so fragrant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Local pigs, raised on the mountains, drinking spring water, eating grains—how could they not be fragrant?” Liu Fusheng said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Xiao Fan, eat more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Liu Fusheng picked up a piece of meat and placed it on Zhang Fan’s plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan couldn’t stop eating; out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiuye standing by the counter, his narrowed gaze never leaving him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night deepened; heavy rain fell outside, thunder rumbling endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a summer night, hiding in this small eatery, listening to the rain and thunder, eating meat and drinking liquor—there was a unique charm to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Sanqi, did I ever see you as a child?” Zhang Fan asked, emboldened by alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I saw you—often. You used to have a bit of baby fat…” Xiong Sanqi opened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were more likable back then—especially when you killed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Fusheng’s throat really was bothering him; he coughed twice, cutting off Xiong Sanqi’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed!?” Zhang Fan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed… You heard too many stories and kept begging Uncle to tell you more,” Xiong Sanqi picked up his wine and drank it down in loud gulps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? I told you not to tell so many bloody tales—unhealthy, bad for a minor’s growth,” Liu Fusheng grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he shot Xiong Sanqi a furious glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, nephew, do you remember that… that guy…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Changgeng!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Changgeng?” Zhang Fan chewed the name, racking his brain, then shook his head—he had no memory of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, forget it if you can’t remember,” Xiong Sanqi waved his hand. “Not important.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, drink, have another glass with Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xiong Sanqi pulled out two more bottles from his bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Zhang Fan finally collapsed, reeking of alcohol, slumped on the table, head resting on his arms, snoring loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nephew’s got no liquor tolerance,” Xiong Sanqi grinned, his breath reeking of alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you back this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the small shuanrou place, only Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng remained. “The Boss said… he went to Zhenwu Mountain, and came back a different man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi set down his bottle, his face showing no sign of drunkenness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this fate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You haven’t answered my question,” Liu Fusheng said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know… the Three Calamities aren’t easily overcome,” Xiong Sanqi said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Demon Sacred Embryo must endure the Three Calamities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eternal Night is merely one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Qianlong must not use its power… our nephew isn’t some pond-dwelling fish—he’s already fully prepared.” Xiong Sanqi murmured, gazing at the unconscious Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s breaking free from the calamity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct… From the moment he descended Zhenwu Mountain, he began breaking free,” Xiong Sanqi said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Divine Splitting Technique splits one into three: the virtuous spirit returns to the body, the malevolent spirit is sealed in darkness, as for the evil spirit...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqian paused his words, his expression turning grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Splitting Technique is mysterious and unpredictable; one misstep leads to eternal ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a desperate gamble taken back then to break free from the [Great Dark Unlit].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original spirit was split into three: the virtuous spirit remained dominant, still within the body; the malevolent spirit was left behind in Yin Mountain Xiong Clan; as for the most critical evil spirit...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It might be in Baihe Temple,\" Xiong Sanqi said grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why there?\" Liu Fusheng frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baihe Temple is not the largest Daoist temple in the land, nor does it occupy a famed mountain or river—but it stands in Shangjing, in the capital...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That represents supreme authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Li Changgeng of Baihe Temple... is extraordinary. So young, yet he already possesses the bearing of a startled dragon—far more terrifying than he was back then,\" Xiong Sanqi said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Each generation produces its own talents, each dominating the scene for centuries.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you seen that boy? Back then, after our one encounter, I should have killed him,\" Liu Fusheng said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how terrifying this disciple of Baihe Temple was—no reason other than that he cultivated one of the Nine Legendary Arts: [Heaven and Earth Stealing Fate].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That boy is no longer something you can crush at will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqian softly flicked his fingers, his gaze involuntarily falling upon Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he cannot escape this calamity, I hope he never crosses paths with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words faded, Zhang Fan, who had been slumped over the table, forehead resting on his arms, face downward, slowly closed his eyes—no one could see his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late night, Shangjing City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baihe Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a alchemy chamber, flickering firelight faintly illuminated a human silhouette in the corner. At this moment, a pair of bright eyes stared at a television screen, displaying a blurry video filled with white static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath a high moon, a dense forest echoed with roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fall back... fall back... don't treat him like an ordinary ghost...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the roars, a dozen figures burst from the thick woods, appearing on screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the shifting moonlight, a boy slowly stepped forward—about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a tracksuit and white canvas shoes, his face slightly chubby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was cold, his gaze sharp as a thread, sweeping over the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't clash your spirit with his... you can't win... this little ghost cultivates...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Divine Demon Holy Embryo!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words ended, the boy took one step—and vanished from where he stood. Instantly, he appeared behind the man who had warned them, like a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming spiritual pressure instantly paralyzed the man; blood streamed from his eyes. He clutched his head, face twisted in agony—then his skull shattered on command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the ground rippled like waves. Two massive hands shot up, grabbing the boy’s legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Earth Burial,\" the boy murmured, one hand forming a seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the earth beneath his feet boiled like a storm, sand and gravel crushing and grinding—within an instant, the underground figure was reduced to a pulp of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind Grasp Technique!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, two Daoist priests struck together, summoning howling gales like blades, engulfing the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire Burial!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, a true flame erupted—reversing the gales, flowing backward, instantly igniting the two Daoists’ bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams of agony echoed through the moonlit night, as if from hell itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Five Elements Great Burial Art!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged Daoist’s face twisted in terror. At the same instant, the boy vanished from his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged Daoist’s heart lurched—a small hand landed on his crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immortal strokes my crown; inch-strength opens the heavenly gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed, staining the sky. The middle-aged Daoist collapsed stiffly into a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, a blade of light splashed forth—a young Daoist appeared behind the boy, holding a ritual sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoo...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword sliced through the air like a white ribbon—when suddenly, the boy opened his mouth, his silver teeth clamping down like pincers, biting the long blade firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soul Passage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He formed hand seals; chanting voices echoed around him. The young Daoist shuddered violently—his three souls vanished, his seven spirits perished; his body melted into mud, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can the Taiyi Soul Passage Art be used like this?\" The crowd trembled in horror, fear now clear in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little ghost, don’t get cocky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Daoist with streaks of gray in his temples roared fiercely. His palm trembled, lightning dancing along its lines, wild and chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>East three, south two, north one, west four—these are the primal numbers; the center five—thus, [Five Thunder Orthodoxy].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torrents of lightning, like artillery fire, struck the boy at impossible speed. A thunderous explosion followed, dust rising high, leaving a massive crater where he had stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd rejoiced wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged, scattering the dust. The boy slowly stepped forward, lightning swirling around him like living serpents, ceaseless and unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shenxiao Thunder Art!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-haired Daoist, seeing this, trembled, his face finally twisted with utter despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t understand how such a child could be so terrifying—mastering techniques from multiple schools, ruthless and utterly without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them together couldn’t subdue him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be afraid! Baihe Temple’s experts are coming!\" someone stammered, retreating while trying to rally courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li... li...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a mournful crane cry echoed, drifting through the moonlit night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baihe Temple’s experts have arrived!\" The crowd cheered, turning toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I never thought someone my age could hide such a monster besides myself...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A worthy rival!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light voice came from deep within the forest. A boy in white robes stepped forward, also about eleven or twelve, radiant as the moon, untainted by dust, his bright eyes fixed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?\" the boy asked softly, staring at the newcomer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Li Changgeng.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed boy spoke softly; his five fingers interlaced, thunder surging—deep purple, profoundly mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2256,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","17b184f4f5e3d1143035a9186e5471aa69506b840c1c4cf269ec66b69b1facce","pure-yang-chapter-90","pure-yang-chapter-88",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]