[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-95":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},2267195,4427,"Chapter 95: The Wang Family of the Dou Worship Sect! Bus 310","pure-yang-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>At dawn, Zhang Fan left home early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he had arranged with Li Yi to return to Dongda before work to retrieve his alumni ID and personal records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been screwed over so bad, you’re buying me a day off tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, the first thing Zhang Fan said when he answered Li Yi’s call was this complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you remember Qin Yilong? The senior who graduated three years ahead of us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Didn’t you two get along well?” Zhang Fan replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, his wife came to see me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the line, Li Yi’s voice grew hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out Qin Yilong had been married for nearly two years but couldn’t conceive; after a hospital checkup, the problem was with him—he needed IVF to have a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the upfront cost was fifty thousand, which they couldn’t afford, yet they still wanted a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Brother Long asked his wife to come to me…” Li Yi paused, and Zhang Fan was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the fuck, how did you get dragged into this? Are you even human?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was hesitant at first—I told her outright it was wrong, that I couldn’t betray Brother Long…” Li Yi spoke with anguish: “At the very least, wait until Brother Long was away, or go to a hotel…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hadn’t even finished speaking when his wife slapped me across the face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Zhang Fan asked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She said we wouldn’t lend them the money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did this out of kindness—how unfair is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You got what you deserved,” Zhang Fan laughed like a pig, but agreed to Li Yi’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That killed me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a night’s sleep, Zhang Fan still couldn’t help smiling when he thought of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just outside Hongfu Huayuan, a large SUV was parked at the gate, standing out sharply against the rundown old neighborhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba rolled down his window and waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan paused—he hadn’t expected Xiong Ba to be waiting at his door so early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you here?” Zhang Fan walked over, unable to suppress his question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get in, we’ll get stuck if we wait,” Xiong Ba hesitated, then said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan hesitated slightly, opened the door, and sat down—only to spot another familiar face in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Qianqiu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morning,” Xiong Qianqiu said without turning, staring out the window, her tone indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, Zhang Fan had shattered her cultivation—between them, enmity should have been settled. Yet now, Xiong Qianqiu’s attitude was strangely ambiguous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is she here? Isn’t she your archenemy?” Zhang Fan whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can hear you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu’s voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Qianxing is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba started the car and spoke suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead? How could he be dead?” Zhang Fan blinked—he’d left Xiong Family Village just days ago, and Xiong Qianxing had been perfectly fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, that day, Xiong Qianxing hadn’t even been worth fighting—he’d been whole and unharmed. How could he be dead overnight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, through the rearview mirror, Zhang Fan noticed Xiong Qianqiu watching him with suspicious eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… you don’t think I killed him, do you!?” Zhang Fan’s brow twitched, his voice low: “Killing is… wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone did suspect that…” Xiong Ba shook his head: “But the elders in the family stand by you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Xiong Sanqi backing you, who dares not?” Xiong Qianqiu said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly happened?” Zhang Fan frowned, pressing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was found this morning, along with Gu Mingchen—their qi was already faint when they returned…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba said grimly: “The elders checked—they both lost their Nascent Souls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lost their Nascent Souls!?” Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened; a name surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wuwei Gate!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps… the family has already reported this to the Jiangnan Dao Alliance,” Xiong Ba said tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he never got along with Xiong Qianxing, his death didn’t move him much—but he was still Xiong family. Losing one’s Nascent Soul was no trivial matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any matter involving Wuwei Gate must be reported to the Baihe Pavilion in Yujing,” Xiong Qianqiu suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before dawn today, experts from the Dao Alliance already came to inspect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost certainly Wuwei heretics—they’re growing bolder by the day,” Xiong Qianqiu said grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixty years ago, during the Jiazi Purification, the top martial master [San Shi Dao Ren] clashed with Chu Chaoran atop Mount Dongyue, perished in the calamity, his Dao dissolving into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, Wuwei Gate vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined that after six decades, [Wuwei Gate] was showing signs of revival—these heretics acted with eerie, tyrannical cruelty, utterly lawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When things go awry, something unnatural is afoot,” Zhang Fan said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuwei Gate’s resurgence wasn’t recent—but their sudden boldness, their abandonment of secrecy, could mean only one thing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve gained sufficient backing and confidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you come to me?” Zhang Fan suppressed his thoughts and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a gathering today—originally meant for Xiong Qianshan, but now he’s busy with his brother’s funeral, so I have to go,” Xiong Ba grumbled, clearly reluctant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had just lost a brother—they wouldn’t care about other matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gathering? What gathering? What’s it got to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Wang family’s Dou Worship gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Qianqiu spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yujing, the Wang family was a clan rivaling the Xiong family, descended from the [Dou Worship Sect].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Worship originated from the Longhu Zhang family—it was originally a ritual to ward off misfortune and pray for longevity, called [Chaozhen Lidou]. Later, a branch of Daoists devoted themselves to the Big Dipper as their supreme deity, greatly expanding their Dao arts, calling themselves the [Dou Worship Sect].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist doctrine, human life, death, soul, and body all originate from and return to the [Dou Fu]. Thus, in the first month of pregnancy, it is called [Bao], the second [Tai], the third [Hun], the fourth [Po]—all shaped by the Big Dipper’s power to mold soul and body. After death, one returns to the Big Dipper, so transcendence is called [Star Sinks into the Big Dipper].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dipper is the source of one’s primordial destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, the Big Dipper holds supreme importance in Daoist belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wang family, descended from the [Dou Worship Sect], wielded vast and unfathomable Dao arts; their power rivaled the Xiong family’s, placing them among the top clans in Yujing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Among great clans, gatherings of the younger generation are common—a chance to exchange and test skills,” Xiong Qianqiu said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, this was Xiong Qianshan’s duty—even if he’d lost his brother, Xiong Qianqiu should have attended, since her strength could command the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with her cultivation shattered and Xiong Ba gaining clan recognition, they sent him to gain experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Fan, so I’m asking you to come with me—to hold the line,” Xiong Ba revealed his purpose. “He’s never even been a direct disciple—Wang family members probably don’t know him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why she came along—but with her cultivation gone, if trouble arose, she could only watch helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Zhang Fan nodded. “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xiong Sanqi left, he’d told Zhang Fan: if Xiong Ba rose to power and took over the Xiong family, that force could be relied upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But first, you need to come with me to Dongda.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan checked the time—Li Yi should already be waiting on campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba grinned, turned the steering wheel, and changed course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You went to Dongda?” Xiong Qianqiu asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I graduated,” Zhang Fan replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t expect someone like you came out of the student body,” Xiong Qianqiu crossed her arms, lifting her unmistakable chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More latest popular novels at \u002Fp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You went to Dongda too?” Zhang Fan was surprised—Xiong Qianqiu was an alumna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three years ahead of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Girls three years older, hug…” Xiong Ba blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Xiong Qianqiu cracked him on the head from behind—if she still had her cultivation, that blow would have shattered his crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep beep beep…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they entered the university district, a frantic honk came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Fan saw a bus speeding toward them, flashing its turn signal and cutting sharply into the lane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The 310 driver should be driving a tank,” Zhang Fan muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he was in college, the 310 bus was infamous across the entire university district—the driver’s favorite line was always “Move in, move in, there’s still space inside…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much so that when Li Yi was dating a girl and they were in the throes of passion, she said that line—he instantly wilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, beyond that, the 310 bus was also one of the most legendary stories in the university district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhang Fan first enrolled, many seniors and juniors had told him about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supposedly, the last 310 bus ran at 10:30 PM, passing thirteen universities—and even the final run was always packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, a sophomore from the East University Journalism Department, Xiao Mei, returned to campus alone and boarded the last bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei stood in the corner, swaying with the bumpy road; before entering the university district, this muddy side road was the hardest to navigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Bus 310 reached the Medical University stop, a girl sitting in the corner suddenly stood up and offered her seat to Xiao Mei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl wore a white chiffon dress, had an ordinary face, but very pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she was about to get off, Xiao Mei thought, thanked her, and sat down—but the bus drove for a long time, and the white-clad girl never got off; soon, they were approaching the final stop—the very school Xiao Mei attended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei found it strange, but didn’t pay it much mind; the night breeze blew through the window, lulling her to sleep, and gradually, Xiao Mei fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know how long had passed when she woke up, but the bus was still moving; she glanced out the window—Medical University stop?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the stop they’d just passed—why were they passing it again? Xiao Mei wondered, looked around at the packed bus, asked aloud—but no one responded, not even the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bus 310 continued driving; as it neared the final stop, Xiao Mei sat there, dazed, until she snapped back to awareness and looked out the window—the bus had passed Medical University stop again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Mei felt trapped in a strange loop, forever bound to that seat—until one day, the doors opened and a man and woman boarded; the man was her boyfriend, the woman was unmistakably the white-clad girl who had given up her seat; Xiao Mei screamed wildly, but no one paid attention; her boyfriend held the white-clad girl close, yet called out Xiao Mei’s name; when they reached the final stop, they stepped off together, faces glowing with happy smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Xiao Mei sat on the bus, watching students come and go, until one day she looked at a girl beside her, smiled, and said: “Classmate, sit here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The legend of Bus 310… someone actually interviewed Xiao Mei?” Xiong Ba chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ordinary people can’t see her—but we can,” Xiong Qianqiu said from the back seat, his tone heavy with meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the bus stopped at the East University gate; Li Yishan stood beside the gate, backpack on his back, as if waiting a long time; faintly visible on his face were five cucumber marks—clearly from his sister-in-law’s affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might as well have eaten lunch first,” Li Yishan said, displeased, upon seeing Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s rush hour, big brother…” Zhang Fan replied apologetically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You actually rode the Big Hook?” Li Yishan’s gaze fell on the bus nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Ba and Xiong Qianqiu also walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my friend,” Zhang Fan introduced simply; they exchanged greetings, then Li Yishan pulled out his file from his bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yours. I picked it up for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should’ve just stayed home,” Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder. “Can’t have lunch with you today—I’ve got things to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not go explain to your sister-in-law later?” Zhang Fan burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan shot him a sidelong glance, then pulled Zhang Fan aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are they? Can you trust them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of thing is that to say?” Zhang Fan replied with a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just worried you’ll make bad friends,” Li Yishan said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About as reliable as you,” Zhang Fan replied evenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d dare befriend someone like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, we should go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiong Ba’s voice cut through their hushed conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, don’t worry so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder: “I’ll find you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he grabbed the file and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for my call,” Li Yishan called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your friend’s weird—he actually asked if we’re trustworthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu turned toward the bus, her peripheral vision sweeping over Li Yishan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You heard that!?” Zhang Fan felt embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Qianqiu gave a cold smile but said nothing; her cultivation had been shattered, but her Nascent Soul remained intact, not yet extinguished—her hearing and sight were still sharper than an ordinary person’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Ba started the car, carving an arc at the East University gate, then slowly drove away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for my call—don’t make your dad wait too long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan watched the receding bus, waving and shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait for the call at home, grandson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan reached his hand out the window in timely reply, proving the old saying: the end of a brotherhood might be fatherhood—or even grandfatherhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan watched the bus vanish into dust, slowly lowered his hand, his face expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yinshan Sect!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2271,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d64b00b2629429fa0604b5de7a0e5431745e64a377461a15ab1eb54b02ebbcaa","pure-yang-chapter-96","pure-yang-chapter-94",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]