After a thousand tribulations in life, a single lamp illuminates the long day.

Suddenly, divine demons arrive, and the vast night stops abruptly.

The evening wind rises, a solitary moon shines, a lone figure comes from afar stirring the heart.

Xu Family Disciples, Three Pristine Inheritors, Great Demons in the mountains... Masters from all sides gather here, hidden in this secluded courtyard. This small plot of land suddenly becomes a muddy and perilous place. Among the world’s experts, who dares to cross the thunder pool even half a step?

However, Zhang Fan inexplicably appeared here; with one step, it was as if he had crossed the mighty Yangtze River like a leisurely stroll.

"Zhang Fan, do you actually dare to follow me here?"

Xu Banshan’s eyes widened, his trembling face full of disbelief.

This man seems to have no taboos; with all the masters surrounding him and great enemies like an impending tide, he dares to come alone, personally, on a solitary night!?

"Are you Zhang Fan?"

Yu Xuanji stared, assessing the seemingly ordinary man standing before her.

Since Li Changgeng viewed him as a major threat, she was naturally quite interested.

Admittedly, beyond anything else, his sheer audacity was remarkable.

"You’re quite the character, daring to charge into dragon’s lair and tiger’s den?" Yu Xuanji’s eyes glimmered with a peculiar light.

"You call him a character, I call him a fool, blindly seeking his own doom," Huang Liulang sneered.

"Fine, for those words, I’ll kill you first in a moment."

Zhang Fan grinned slightly, his calm gaze swept over every figure in the small courtyard.

"A Sanqing Mountain Inheritor?"

Finally, Zhang Fan’s eyes settled on Yu Xuanji.

Qi Delong once said, inheritors of the Ten Great Taoist Sects were exceptional, each recognized by the Ancestral Masters, and naturally blessed with great fortune.

Among the ten sects, Sanqing Mountain was particularly unique because it, along with Dragon Tiger Mountain, was in Xijiang Province, and the two mountains were only separated by three hundred li.

As a result, historically, the development of Sanqing Mountain was almost always under the control of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, hence the saying, "Two Taoist Sects sharing one region, with Dragon and Tiger rising in Sanqing Mountain."

After the fall of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family eighty years ago, Sanqing Mountain began to truly reveal its grandeur and strength.

"In honor of Sanqing Mountain, tell me where Li Changgeng is, and you won’t have to die," Zhang Fan said with utmost sincerity.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xuanji was momentarily stunned, then almost burst into laughter.

"Zhang Fan, your arrogance is truly sky-high..."

"To decide life and death with a single word, seeing the heroes of the world as mere grass. Do you think you’re the Three Corpses Daoist or Transcendent Zhenren!?"

Yu Xuanji’s delicate face bore a trace of mockery.

"Alas... then you’ll have to die!"

A sigh like autumn water dyed with frost, layering upon layer, spread in the tranquil courtyard.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, everyone’s expression changed dramatically; the peaceful atmosphere faded away, and the killing intent rose sharply.

Zhang Fan stepped forward, his pace quickening, like a madman sharpening his knife at night, with the emperor star swaying high. Such an omen overwhelmed the heavens, spanning east to west, transcending all.

"Scatter!"

Yu Xuanji shouted sternly, her figure soaring into the air, quick as thunder, within moments she was ten meters away.

However, before her word "scatter" fully fell, Zhang Fan had already appeared in front of Huang Liulang, his terrifying presence like a Great Demon descending into the mortal realm, shattering the moonlight around him.

"Confusion God!"

Huang Liulang, worthy of being a Great Demon in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, narrowed his eyes, becoming like a wick, emanating a faint glow.

Their lineage understood the transformation of the Primordial Spirit, using Demon Techniques to confound and bewilder even those with profound Dao Practice. Those who mistakenly entered the deep mountains would succumb to this Great Skill, dragged into an Ancient Cave, their flesh consumed, their bones devoured, and their essence refined.

"Turns out it’s just a Yellow-skinned Rat."

Zhang Fan softly "hummed," his eyes slightly lowered, gaze sharp as a sword, meeting Huang Liulang’s eyes.

"Ah..."

The next moment, Huang Liulang screamed, blood flowing from his eyes, suddenly blinded.

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was formidable, his Divine Intent and Order inviolable; daring to disturb it with such a technique would inevitably lead to backlash.

"Heaven high and distant, earth deep and profound, five dragons spew water to cleanse the golden basin, seven-treasure lotus blossoms underfoot..."

"Majestic Xu Jiulang, disciple remotely summons you to the altar. A sword ignites the candle, illuminating red light, purifying heaven and invigorating earth!"

At that moment, a grand voice, like scriptures chanting, as if reciting Buddhist hymns, came from behind.

Xu Changnian came slaughtering over, Primordial Light soaring to the sky, like a star never ceasing.

With his incantation, red light pierced the sky, like candlelight illuminating the heavens, subtly blessed by an Ancestral Master, with extraordinary divine might and prosperous Daoist Skill.

"Ancestor Xu, Xu Jiulang!?"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, looking over.

The Pure Yang Family, in terms of heritage, was not inferior to the Ten Great Taoist Sects.

Ancestor Xu Xun, being the founding Ancestral Master of the Daoist Jingming Sect, was also revered as Dharma Master by the Lushan Sect.

One must know, among all the Daoist sects in the world, the Northern Emperor’s slaughter was the fiercest, and Lushan’s ferocity was the most ruthless.

"Kill!!"

Xu Changnian’s True Yang all around him suddenly transformed into clear Qi. With one exhale, sword Qi surged, forming a three-foot edge.

"Dragon Slayer Technique!"

Zhang Fan focused intently.

The Xu Family’s "Dragon Slayer Technique" was renowned worldwide, its power even surpassing the "Five Thunders Righteous Method."

In those days, Ancestor Xu traveled the world, mitigating water disasters, subduing river demons, slaying Flood Dragons. Countless blood was shed, countless lives were taken, only to create this earth-shattering Great Skill. Passed down to the Xu Family, how many could truly grasp its essence?

"Dragon Slayer Technique, Dragon Slayer Technique, whoever can forge a sword with this technique, with just one breath of air, can decimate demons and slay countless monsters."

Xu Banshan and Xu Zhixia’s eyes quivered with awe, as Xu Family Disciples, they knew better than anyone how brilliant and formidable this sword truly was.