Chapter 597: Chapter 292: Clash of the Northern Emperor Technique! Fang Changle at the Mahayana Realm

Late at night, on the outskirts of Yujing City.

On the muddy road, a Five Spirits Rainbow Light sped by, its taillights tracing a graceful arc.

Ever since Bai Buran went in, Old Yu went to run a fish pond at the foot of Maoshan, Wen He stayed at home, Jiang Hu frequently returned to the sect, and Jiang Lai became as elusive as the dragon’s head and tail...

Night is not bright was shut down, so, as the company’s most valuable asset, this car was temporarily handed over to Zhang Fan.

Spiritual qi from the five directions soared high, the radiance of sun, moon, and stars became a startling rainbow.

It must be said, it’s only after prolonged use that one discovers the true allure of this Five Spirits Rainbow Light.

"Brother Fan, did you visit Zhongnan Mountain on this trip to Chang’an City?"

Liu Xingyu drove, glancing through the rearview mirror at Zhang Fan seated in the back.

Liu Xingyu, along with his brother Liu Xingtui, were once disciples of Zhenwu Mountain. After the Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home incident, they followed Zhang Fan, effectively becoming his own subordinate force. Alongside Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong—one overt, one covert—they proved quite capable.

But later, as Zhang Fan’s cultivation advanced and his adversaries were all formidable villains, the brothers had fewer chances to show themselves. Like the two little demons, they were left to handle Yujing City’s stronghold under Fang Changle’s watch.

"Zhongnan Mountain lives up to being Quanzhen Dao’s Ancestral Court: boundless phenomena, harmonious with nature..." Zhang Fan sighed.

He hadn’t just visited Zhongnan Mountain this trip—he’d even met Celestial Master-level experts, and not just one.

"I heard An Wuyang, the inheritor of Zhongnan Mountain, is extraordinarily talented and unmatched throughout the Qinling. Brother Fan, did you meet him?" Liu Xingyu suddenly asked.

In his eyes, while Zhang Fan wasn’t famous within the Daoist Sects, his methods and cultivation were in no way inferior to any of those sect inheritors—an invincible figure in his heart.

"An Wuyang... I actually didn’t see him." Zhang Fan shook his head.

He, too, had long heard rumors about this successor of Zhongnan Mountain. Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, and even Sui Chunsheng had spoken of him: a prodigy renowned since youth, carrying the legacy air of Zhongnan.

This time, Zhang Fan did linger at Zhongnan Mountain for a couple of days, yet he didn’t encounter its famed heir. Perhaps fate hadn’t come.

"How’s Old Fang’s preparation?" Zhang Fan gazed into the night outside the window, changing the subject.

"Everything’s ready. I heard Brother Fang went to Langya Mountain and found a Spirit Talisman left by a Daoist predecessor. With such fortune, his breakthrough to Mahayana Realm is pretty much guaranteed." Liu Xingtui replied solemnly.

The world’s famed mountains and rivers conceal countless opportunities and leaves from Daoist Sects; yet ordinary people seldom encounter them, and even then, without an awakened Primordial Spirit, rare is the one who finds them.

Fang Changle had put in hard work for this breakthrough. He not only returned to Maoshan for a half-month retreat but also enlisted the Liu brothers to acquire many treasures. Together with the Spirit Talisman from Langya Mountain, his foundation and preparation meant all would fall into place naturally.

"Finally, he’s taking that step." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

Outside the car window, through the misty darkness, Deserted Mountain gradually took shape, concealed beneath bright moonlight.

...

Deserted Mountain, Jue Miaoguan.

Ever since Mr. Nian escaped tribulation and left the mountain, this place had become desolate and ruined.

But tonight was different. A wisp of incense rose, lingering beneath the tranquil moonlight.

Rumble...

Suddenly, an explosive sound shattered the silence. Two figures came hurtling out of the dark forest before the Daoist Temple, crashing heavily to the ground—they were none other than Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong.

Their faces were ashen; a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out. Yet their terrified eyes were locked unwaveringly on the darkness deep within the forest.

"Who’s there?"

At this moment, Qi Ji and Jiang Hu burst out from Jue Miaoguan.

Today was the day of Fang Changle’s closed-door breakthrough. Together with Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong, they were on guard to ensure nothing would go wrong.

Yet who could have imagined, here in Yujing City, atop Deserted Mountain, disaster would still strike.

"The east wind stirs, diffusing radiance, incense mist shrouds empty corridors as the moon turns."

Just then, a languid voice drifted from the forest, ethereal and melodious.

"Fang Changle, you really have found yourself a good place."

As the words fell, a woman emerged, stepping in the moonlight. High ponytail, boots thudding, light gray high-waisted jeans outlining her straight long legs; a white shirt billowed in the night wind, accentuating her curvaceous, graceful figure—half veiled, half revealed. Her skin was porcelain fair, the bridge of her nose sharp, but the tip surprisingly round—like a lotus bud pinched from white porcelain—her deep eyes glimmering with a unique light, exuding otherworldly aloofness, hiding a razor’s edge.

"Who are you?" Qi Ji’s expression hardened, his gaze falling coldly on the mysterious woman before him, even as he glanced at their gravely wounded demon allies.

"This woman is no ordinary figure, her techniques are frighteningly powerful." Shi Shougong gritted out, his face pale as paper.

Just now, he and Su Shiyu hadn’t lasted a single breath before being flung out by this woman.

"Fang Changle stole a Spirit Talisman at Langya Mountain. I came today to break his fate for advancement—call it a favor returned." The woman in white said calmly.

"My senior is a Maoshan Inheritor. I ask the lady to show us some mercy and leave now." Jiang Hu said in a deep voice.

Today was a critical day for Fang Changle’s breakthrough—he didn’t want any complications. Enduring his anger, he requested the woman to depart.

"Maoshan... quite the illustrious name." The woman in white’s lips curled in a slight smile, her indifferent gaze sweeping past Qi Ji and Jiang Hu.

"Very well, for Maoshan’s sake, I won’t make things hard for you." The woman in white’s presence was vast and boundless, as if it filled the whole of Deserted Mountain.