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Chapter 333 Zhang Chulan, who collapsed upon meeting, the Path of the Yin God
Just after Zhang Chulan stepped forward with righteous indignation, the Old Master sighed, restrained his overwhelming aura, and turned away to avoid witnessing what was to come.
"You may make your own decisions; I will not interfere further."
"Chu Lan, if you can protect yourself tonight, go back to school. Don't forget, you're still a college student who hasn't even finished your studies."
"As for the company, I'll help you one last time. Make sure they cut off all contact with you."
"From now on, you are only Zhang Xilin's grandson, not Zhang Huaiyi's descendant from the Celestial Master's Mansion. Longhu Mountain will never see you again."
"You are permitted to use the Thunder Technique and the Golden Light Mantra one last time tonight. If you break this rule and spread it outside the sect, this old Daoist will personally descend the mountain to eradicate the lineage!"
As the old master turned around, the oppressive aura that had just subsided instantly surged back up. The elders slowly stepped forward and completely sealed off the last opening, thus forming a complete encirclement for the hunt.
"Thank you, Master."
Zhang Chulan bit his lower lip and looked through the gaps in the crowd at that tall figure. He didn't know if his choice was right, but he knew that the old master in front of him truly regarded him as a junior.
To others, he is a descendant of the Thirty-Six Thieves; to the Xu brothers, he is Feng Baobao's protector; but in most people's minds, he is a cunning and treacherous villain...
But only with the Old Master is he still a child who hasn't grown up, a young man who hasn't even finished his studies.
The old man saw through all the facades he had created, and looked directly at his own forgotten identity: a student and young man who could never truly integrate into either world.
The pressure from all sides grew increasingly immense. One, two, three... more and more senior figures gathered around, mobilizing their cultivation levels. Some exuded a majestic aura, while others unleashed dark and eerie qi flames from their bodies.
The pressure, like a tidal wave, kept building up, washing over Zhang Chulan who was blocking his way.
At this moment, the young man raised his head, golden flames emanating from his pupils, and blazing white lightning gathered in his hands, ready to be unleashed.
"Esteemed seniors, juniors..."
However, before Zhang Chulan could finish his opening remarks, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes. Even he could only vaguely perceive it, or even not perceive it at all. Suddenly, the speed exploded, and then he bent over and curled up like a shrimp.
Intense pain shot through Zhang Chulan's abdomen and spread throughout his body, precisely feeding back to his still-unresponsive brain. His body's instinctive nerve response forced him to kneel helplessly on the ground.
The power he had been gathering was instantly shattered, and the golden lightning in his hands and pupils dissipated on its own.
"puff!"
He knelt on the ground, feeling the chaotic meridians and cultivation within his body, his pupils widening in disbelief as five streaks of blood slowly flowed from his ears, nose, and throat.
The warm, damp sensation of flowing blood made Zhang Chulan feel as if he could hear the footsteps of death.
He struggled to lift his head, looking at the seniors whose auras hadn't changed at all. He couldn't understand or figure out who had made the move or what methods they had used.
"Tsk tsk, the Yin Shen Sect's [Out-of-Body Transformation], a Yin Shen that has been forged for a hundred years has almost become a physical entity."
From a distance, Lü Qian held a whisk, his pupils flashing with light, clearly seeing the figure standing behind Zhang Chulan.
The figure, pitch black like ink and as elusive as smoke, had only a vague human form, possessing limbs but no facial features; it was the Yin God that Lü Qian had spoken of.
The "Sayings of Master Haiqiong Bai" states: "When one is reborn and has a body outside the body, when the body gathers, it takes shape; when it disperses, it becomes qi. This is the yang spirit. When one's mind is clear and clear, and the soul and consciousness have not dispersed, it is like a dream or a shadow, similar to a ghost. This is the yin spirit."
Although Taoism primarily cultivates the Yang spirit and regards the Yin spirit as a kind of ghost or demon, this does not mean that the path of the Yin spirit is without potential. On the contrary, the potential of this path is not much worse than that of the Yang spirit.
A moment of pure tranquility allows one to transcend the netherworld and enter the realm of the dead; this is the essence of a "ghost immortal."
The Yin Shen Sect does not pursue the preservation of both life and death. The Yin Shen Way abandons the physical body and flesh, and follows the path of ghost immortals.
Abandoning the physical body does not mean the end of the path of cultivation for the spirit; rather, it is the beginning of another chapter. Those with insufficient power can "seize another's body," while those with profound power can "dissolve their physical body in this life and be reincarnated."
Unfortunately, despite the fact that the Yin Shen Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, apart from the legend of its founder ascending to immortality, no one has ever been heard of truly reincarnating, or that those who were reincarnated truly "lived a second life" and let go of all their past lives.
The biggest difference between the Yin Spirit and the Yang Spirit is that the Yin Spirit is easy at first and then difficult, while the Yang Spirit is difficult at first and then easy.
Cultivating a Yin spirit is easy, but it comes with many limitations. It is a ghostly form that fears Yang energy and the righteous law. Moreover, if one is not careful, one can truly become a wandering ghost, endangering one's life.
Cultivating the Yang God is difficult, but the path is smooth and easy. It is a true freedom and unrestrained existence, allowing one to roam the world, dream for a thousand years, and transform into a being in a single thought. All those legendary supernatural powers are within easy reach.
The Taoist school does have its share of methods for cultivating Yin spirits, since most people prefer the easy path and are impatient with traversing mountains and valleys.
It is difficult to become a Yang Shen (spiritual deity). Ordinary people may never be able to ignite their spiritual fire in their entire lives and remain trapped in the mortal world.
However, it is easy to cultivate a ghost body. Those who are naturally intelligent and those who practice diligently can, after a few years, have their spirit leave their body and wander in the night as ghosts. Such seemingly considerable short-term gains make many practitioners yearn for it.
Therefore, even though the methods of Yin Shen are fraught with danger, there are still many people who practice them, and even more people with great perseverance who go very far on this path.
At this moment, the old man who exuded a ghostly aura in Lü Qian's eyes was the Yin spirit standing behind Zhang Chulan, and it was also his ghostly form.
"I never expected you old masters to be so cunning! You're all so shrewd and cunning!"
"No, not counting our family. Even if you use your Ruyi Jin skill to its fullest extent, there's nothing to hide."
As Lu Ci listened to Lu Qian's teasing in his ear, Scarface glanced to the side and retorted sarcastically, "Being able to fight is all that matters. It's just that you young people think too much, want too much, but can do so little."
"As for Lao Luo, there were quite a few people in his generation who cultivated Yin Shen in the Yin Shen Sect. Apart from those who died in the turmoil, you can go and ask around to see how many of his fellow disciples are still alive, and how many disciples he still has now."
"And to think that method is quick and has no drawbacks is wishful thinking!"
Lu Ci pointed at Zhang Zhiwei, and then at Hong Ping of the Huode Sect in the crowd. It was Hong Ping who had chased after the old Yinshen Sect elder surnamed Luo at the Lu family's birthday banquet, wanting to burn his white hair and beard.
In addition, Lü Ci pointed to several other elderly people who practiced yang-style kung fu, tempered their yang energy, and refined their physical bodies, then pointed his thumb back at himself.
"If you've got the guts, let Lao Luo stand in front of us and fight him head-on. If he doesn't run away on the spot, I'll change my surname to his."
"Before becoming a true Yin spirit, it's just a ghost. Instead of avoiding us old folks full of Yang energy, righteousness, and bloodlust, it dares to come near us?"