[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-93":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},2267193,4427,"Chapter 93","pure-yang-chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>Azure clouds churned into smog, the brilliant sun hidden as if in a deep abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above Xiong Family Village, a gloomy, oppressive cloud hung heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the ancestral hall, the dark corridor was already in ruins—railings collapsed, broken stones scattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid swirling dust, Xiong Qianshan staggered forward, face pale, blood oozing from his lips, staring in disbelief at the figure ahead—the once meek Xiong Ba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Southern Altar opens its treasure scrolls, the Northern Dark Abyss shatters Luo Feng…” Xiong Qianshan gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Taiyi Method, the Soul-Transcending Art… you’ve received the true transmission!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Xiong Qianshan’s heart churned like a towering tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never dreamed that his years of painstaking Yin Mountain cultivation would crumble before Xiong Ba’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profoundly unraveling methods, brilliantly radiating power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only through the true transmission of the Taiyi lineage could such power arise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Qianshan, you have not yet mastered Yin Mountain’s arts,” Xiong Ba said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, he had studied the Taiyi Method under Zhang Fan, his cultivation gradually maturing, his bearing transformed—he was no longer the timid man he once was. Now, after this single battle, he had crushed Xiong Qianshan beneath his feet, solidifying his confidence utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiong Ba of today was no longer the same man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambition had taken root; dominance had taken shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible? This waste… he even… defeated his own brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Xiong Qianxing stared at the scene, unable to believe it—the Xiong Ba, who wasn’t even a direct disciple, who had once cowered under his abuse, had quietly grown to this height, surpassing even Xiong Qianshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Ba, you haven’t cultivated Yin Mountain’s arts—you bear heretical methods. How bold you are,” Xiong Qianshan said gravely, his earlier arrogance gone, replaced by deep wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Taiyi Soul-Transcending Art was the natural nemesis of Yin Mountain’s lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Immortals arise from within the heart; all methods originate freely from the Dao… Xiong Qianshan, you cannot even grasp this truth. All you see are sect divisions, method distinctions… you’ll never rise beyond this.” Xiong Ba spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good… very good—‘All methods originate freely from the Dao.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, slow clapping echoed, accompanied by a soft, melodic praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba looked up and saw a slender figure slowly emerging from the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Qianqiu!?” Xiong Ba’s gaze sharpened, narrowing to a sliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the younger generation of Xiong Family, many talented disciples existed—Xiong Qianshan was one, and Xiong Qianqiu was another, her cultivation even surpassing his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful, she’s trained…” Xiong Qianshan’s face darkened, yet he still warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu showed no gratitude, waving her hand to cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be careless. Underestimating your foe leads to defeat—he’s no weakling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianshan suppressed his anger, unsure whether he was warning her or excusing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course he’s no weakling—if he weren’t, how could he have subdued you?” Xiong Qianqiu said coolly, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Xiong Ba, not shifting an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been hiding in the shadows observing since the beginning,” Xiong Ba frowned, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, Xiong Qianxing’s face paled—Xiong Qianqiu had been hiding here all along, unseen by everyone… no, accurately, unseen by everyone except Xiong Ba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? I never expected someone like you among my peers in the Xiong Family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu’s beautiful eyes brightened, raising her estimation of Xiong Ba by three notches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the elders truly have grown old—they failed to notice such talent, letting it fester into rebellion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these words, Xiong Qianqiu’s cold, elegant face hardened like frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same instant, Xiong Ba sharply sensed danger and leapt backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I invoke the Ancestors, Yin Mountain cultivates its art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xiong gate opens wide, the abyss Lian s the dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu formed hand seals—[Yin Mountain Seal], stepped [Cold Abyss Step], murmuring incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the unique seal and step of Yin Mountain Sect—the [Yin Mountain Seal] symbolized one hundred thousand dead souls dwelling upon Yin Mountain, said to be the ancestral domain of Yin Mountain’s founder, the Old Ancestor of Yin Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Cold Abyss Step] signified that all living beings, upon death, entered the frozen abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary cultivators who formed this seal and stepped this path, even without awakening their Yuan Shen, could see unclean entities at midnight. But frequent use would weaken the body, shorten lifespan, and inevitably bring grave illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Qianqiu’s robes stirred without wind, the surrounding air temperature plummeted, and her shadow moved independently, lifelike and vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin Mountain’s true lineage—the art of cultivating ghosts,” Xiong Ba’s gaze darkened sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghosts have no shadows, for they themselves are shadows—ordinary people cannot see them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with Yuan Shen perception, one could see that within Xiong Qianqiu’s shadow, a denser darkness stirred, ready to leap forth—expanding, like a void, surging toward Xiong Ba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guide the You souls, refine the clan’s kin, ascend the twelve courts of the heavy stairs…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Niwan palace, meet the immortals, joyfully journey to the Pantao banquet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba murmured incantations, forming the [Lion Seal], stepping the [Ascend to Heaven Step]—a method to guide souls upward to transcendence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a crimson thread rose beneath his feet, winding and spreading like a ladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the dark shadow surged forward, extending fang-like projections that violently severed the crimson thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghost Sha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s face changed—he felt a chilling coldness racing up the fang-shadow, which not only severed the crimson thread but also penetrated his body, scattering his true yang and rendering the Taiyi Method unusable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Mountain’s ghost cultivation is divided into Ghost Servants, Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Sha, Ghost Generals, Ghost Commanders…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one expected that the unassuming Xiong Qianqiu had secretly cultivated a Ghost Sha—though only in its nascent form, it was already enough to suppress Xiong Ba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Xiong Ba groaned as the eerie shadow crashed over him, hurling him backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed to the ground, spewing blood, face ashen, unable to gather or mobilize his true yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This woman is truly formidable,” Xiong Qianshan glanced at Xiong Qianqiu, silently on guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he realized he had vastly underestimated her—the gap between them was far greater than he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, never let others see your true cards—that is true concealment, true Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu was like this. Xiong Ba was like this too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the gap between them was not something Xiong Ba could close through short-term, arduous cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pity—your Taiyi Method is still shallow. Give you another year, and I might not be able to hold you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu gazed coldly at the fallen Xiong Ba, her eyes devoid of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are still Xiong Family blood—I won’t kill you, but your cultivation must be destroyed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had she spoken than the coiled shadow on the ground erupted, surging like a tide toward Xiong Ba—icy currents crashed forth, as if dragging him into a desolate coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba’s heart lurched—he had no strength left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xiong Family still has talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a casual voice drifted through the air—Xiong Ba’s face changed as a figure flashed like a phantom, standing between him and the shadow—it was none other than Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stood motionless, yet the ground beneath his feet cracked violently, dust rising like ripples, halting the surging shadow dead in its tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” Xiong Qianqiu’s face paled—she formed seals, murmuring incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Sha, now fully manifested, tore free from the ground, revealing a blue-faced, fanged specter that lunged at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out—it’s a Ghost Sha!” Xiong Ba cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan’s right hand slowly extended, trembling gently—wind surged like a storm, swirling into a vortex within his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the Ghost Sha, struck by boundless terror, let out a deafening shriek and reversed direction, trying to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taiyi Tianzun sits in the Eastern Sun, rescuing the dead to ascend to Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Zhang Fan’s right palm glowed crimson, as if boiling with blood—through Yuan Shen perception, it blazed like radiant auroras, true yang blazing fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the Ghost Sha was crushed into a ball, held in his palm—muscles trembled, auroras flared like fire, and within moments, it turned to blue smoke, dissipating into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this… how could this be…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long corridor fell deathly silent—everyone stared at Zhang Fan, even Xiong Ba’s face showed utter disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, he felt Zhang Fan seemed unfamiliar, different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a Ghost Sha—Yin essence refined into a lethal spirit, cultivated from a soul—and yet it had offered not a single spark of resistance, not even a ghostly wail before turning to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such power, such dominance was unimaginable—it shattered Xiong Ba’s entire perception of Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible… this cannot be…” Xiong Qianqiu’s face turned ashen, blood trickling from her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Sha was forged from her Yuan Shen—its annihilation had dealt her a severe blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? What are you really?” Xiong Qianqiu gritted her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce wind howled, and in the moment she hesitated, Zhang Fan was already standing before her; the terrifying pressure made her tremble instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you spared his life, I won’t kill you,” Zhang Fan murmured, extending one finger that landed upon Xiong Qianqiu’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, an unbelievable sight appeared—Xiong Qianqiu’s Nascent Soul was forcibly extracted from his body by that single finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My… this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianshan’s eyes nearly popped out; he had never heard of any Daoist technique capable of forcibly dragging a person’s Nascent Soul from their physical shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Yinshan Sect had no such method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who… who is this?” A voice screamed inside Xiong Qianshan’s mind; his scalp prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what are you going to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu’s Nascent Soul screamed in Zhang Fan’s palm, its trembling voice filled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan gazed coldly; heat surged in his palm, and Xiong Qianqiu’s Nascent Soul burned as if plunged into a sea of flame and hellish torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agonized screams echoed in everyone’s ears, making their scalps crawl; Xiong Qianshan and Xiong Qianxing hunched their necks like quails, their faces twitching, not daring to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhang Fan remained expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan flicked his finger, and Xiong Qianqiu’s Nascent Soul returned to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, her face turned even paler, devoid of any color, her breath faint to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if about to be extinguished at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you ruined my cultivation,” Xiong Qianqiu gritted her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If one endures a thousand trials, one may comprehend the path to immortality,” Zhang Fan said calmly. “I am giving you a chance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am liberating you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, silence fell; everyone exchanged glances, their expressions turning strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’m supposed to thank you?” Xiong Qianqiu snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can extinguish the hatred in your heart, if you can break free and rebuild your foundation, then yes—you truly should thank me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand now—it’s no surprise,” Zhang Fan looked down with pity, like a sage guiding ordinary mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand because you’re foolish, because you’re deluded… When you shatter the veil in your heart—rest assured, you’ll bow to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Zhang Fan smiled faintly. “I give you this trial, and thus I give you this opportunity—something others beg for in vain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Zhang Fan turned, helped up Xiong Ba, and walked toward the ancestral hall’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did he… just insult us?” Xiong Qianshan muttered, watching Zhang Fan’s retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Xiong ancestral hall, the courtyard was already packed; many faces were flushed red, as if beaten by cucumbers, their marks clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Fan stepped out the door, he paused, startled by the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That little brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Guanchen’s gaze sharpened like a blade, fixed on Zhang Fan, his mind brimming with curiosity—but restrained by Xiong Sanqi beside him, he suppressed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, the Xiong family still has talent,” Xiong Sanqi glanced at Zhang Fan, then at Xiong Ba beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This little brat is exceptional… The Xiong family’s future fortune may rest entirely on him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Xiong Baoping’s expression changed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand… From now on, I will train him as the Xiong family’s next heir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Baoping’s face twitched violently, staring at Xiong Guanchen in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was Xiong Ba not a direct disciple, but even if he were, treating him as heir was far too frivolous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiong family of Yinshan had its own strict rules and traditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s decided,” Xiong Guanchen shook his head softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did Xiong Sanqi value this boy, but simply the bond between Xiong Ba and Zhang Fan meant the boy was no ordinary vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi saw further than anyone else; though he had slain the Xiong family’s Ghost Marshal and indirectly seized the imprisoned wrathful deity, shaking the family’s century-old foundation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this single warning was equivalent to restoring the Xiong family’s ancestral incense, reclaiming a century of fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they could seize it depended on their own destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Sanqi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stepped forward, bowing slightly; he knew Xiong Sanqi had come to guard and support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zhang Fan recalled fragments of memories, still hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Sanqi, there are things I want to ask you,” Zhang Fan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know what you want to ask, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi shook his head and pulled Zhang Fan aside. “These matters must be told to you by your father himself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Zhang Fan nodded, not pressing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Ba, come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Guanchen gestured, intending to lead Xiong Ba to the Daoist temple left by their Ancestral Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Sanqi…” Zhang Fan looked uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him go. This is his destiny,” Xiong Sanqi said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan nodded, slightly reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, you must be exhausted today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi waved his hand; the day’s events were concluded, settled—whether for Zhang Fan, Xiong Ba, Xiong Qianqiu, or the Xiong family…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From today on, many fates would change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rivers and seas churned; ripples spread endlessly; the long road ahead held a future no one could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take you home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Sanqi drove his large chariot, carrying Zhang Fan away from Xiong Family Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I forget something?” Zhang Fan gazed at the receding village, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you forget?” Xiong Sanqi asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Probably unimportant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan shook his head, suppressing the last trace of doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening, Hongfu Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the rooftop of Building 73, Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng stood side by side, gazing at the distant glow of ten thousand lamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Divine Splitting Technique truly is miraculous—did Xiao Fan retrieve the wrathful deity?” Liu Fusheng couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Likely. He seems to have regained some power,” Xiong Sanqi said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then he…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His original self should not be affected,” Xiong Sanqi said uncertainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Splitting Technique: one spirit divides into three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The benevolent spirit holds the original personality; the wrathful spirit holds knowledge and experience…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The evil spirit took the crucial memories and power… that’s what matters most,” Xiong Sanqi said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After merging with the wrathful spirit, Zhang Fan regained his past knowledge and experience, and his Nascent Soul’s strength partially returned—but to truly transcend the trial and restore his full power, he must recover the evil spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But where was that evil spirit now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something I’m deeply troubled by,” Xiong Sanqi suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Liu Fusheng asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Zong said that Li Linglong never taught him the Divine Splitting Technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Liu Fusheng froze, then wore a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where did Xiao Fan learn the Divine Splitting Technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” Xiong Sanqi shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Zong doesn’t know either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the words faded, both fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, in Zhang Fan’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the table lay a bottle of sleeping pills; Zhang Fan was already asleep, his breath slow and deep, his body rising and falling gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his Nascent Soul’s inner landscape, it was still that night ten years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless darkness finally held a sliver of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump… thump…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a strange sound erupted—like a human heartbeat—bringing a trace of life to the deathly night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten years… I’ve finally heard your voice again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange whisper emerged from the endless dark, accompanied by the clanking of heavy chains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little brat, you won’t be long now before you transcend the trial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It won’t take long…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie whisper gradually fell silent, as if sinking into sleep, leaving only the relentless clanking of heavy chains, imprisoning eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2788,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b314091f26edf67981a97637d92266afa356dab3098dfaf599bc5021e374b279","pure-yang-chapter-94","pure-yang-chapter-92",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]