Chapter 622: Chapter 304: Near to the Dao! God Sealing Statue, Chaotic Heaven Great Saint

Although living amidst the red dust, he stands with a divine statue in the void.

Day and night, immortal, with the unparalleled Great Divine Techniques through eternity.

The people of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family are known as Daoist Sects, an Immortal Family, the most unique feature being the [Divine Naming] technique.

Once a member of the Zhang Family receives a Daoist title and erects a divine statue, they are forever changed, able to receive incense from the mortal world and cultivate the Immortal Dharma Method amidst the rolling red dust.

This is the reason why the Zhang Family stands peerless in the world.

Only with [Divine Naming] and the acknowledgment of the Ancestral Master, can one truly be counted as a member of the Zhang Family; otherwise, they are merely peripheral branches, unworthy of bearing a name. In the past, one had to leave Dragon Tiger Mountain at the age of twenty and even return the Zhang surname.

Before that, these people were often given titles such as [Hidden Name], [Concealed Name], [Fallen Name], [Evil Name].

In the history of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, the most well-known among such people was the Three Corpses Daoist, known as the first in the world a hundred years ago, whose actions shook mountains and seas.

At that time, he was called [Zhang Kongming], with the Ancestral Master refusing to grant a name.

"Zhang Wuming..."

Zhang Fan looked at the young Daoist who understood current affairs and remained silent.

In the Zhang Family, a disciple who has not received a divine naming is considered different—a gap as wide as that between celestial beings and mortals. In the eyes of those Zhang Family members who receive incense offerings, they are unworthy of the Zhang surname.

However, this Zhang Wuming, although lacking acknowledgment from the Ancestral Master and a divine naming, is after all a member of the Zhang Family, with a High-level Realm and mystic-reaching Skills, far stronger than ordinary Daoist Sect disciples.

"Brother, if you don’t understand the significance of divine naming, I can explain it to you..." Zhang Wuming forced a smile.

The Dragon Tiger Mountain has been in seclusion for eighty years. Who in the world still remembers its former prestige?

Moreover, the divine naming is a secret method of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, known only to a few Daoist Sect disciples.

Fearing that Zhang Fan could not understand his status in the Zhang Family, Zhang Wuming hastily added more explanation.

"No need." Zhang Fan said blandly.

According to the Zhang Family’s rules, strictly speaking, this Zhang Wuming cannot indeed be considered a disciple of the Northern Zhang Lineage.

"Brother, we are meeting for the first time, and we have no enmity, no need to fight and kill, right?" Zhang Wuming said with a dry laugh.

As a disciple of the Zhang Family, he has a rare excellent quality of "a great man can bend and stretch."

This is related to his experience of not being divinely named. With such a status in the Zhang Family, not knowing how to be submissive and compromising makes survival extremely difficult.

After all, those who successfully receive divine naming are truly considered part of the Zhang Family, truly worthy of being called the pride of heaven.

As for them, they are merely accessories and embellishments.

"You’re right, you and I have no enmity or kindness, so whether I let you go or kill you, it makes no difference to me."

Watching Zhang Wuming with interest, Zhang Fan said lightly, "Give me a reason to let you go."

"I want to live!"

Zhang Wuming hesitated slightly and spat out three words.

"Nothing else?" Zhang Fan was slightly taken aback.

"Nothing else."

Zhang Wuming shook his head, saying, "Whether I want to live is up to me, whether I get to live is up to brother..."

"If brother lets me live, then I’ll live; if brother lets me die, then I have nothing to say."

Saying this, Zhang Wuming closed his eyes directly.

Sincerity is always the most powerful weapon.

At Zhang Fan’s level, he could hear Zhang Wuming’s breathing, slow and smooth, and the blood flow beneath his skin showed no change in pace.

This showed that when he spoke, he was utterly calm, as if no matter life or death, he could accept it, as if he truly handed over his life willingly into Zhang Fan’s hands.

Facing life or death with calmness, such a person does not seem as obsequious or cunning as they appear on the surface.

"You are interesting; stay alive for now."

Zhang Fan smirked slightly and released Zhang Wuming’s wrist.

"Thank you, brother." Zhang Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost at the same time, his breathing became rapid, blood flow faster, and heart pounding wildly.

"Brother, with your high-level techniques, you must be a disciple of the Ten Great Taoist Sects, or perhaps of the Pure Yang Family?" Zhang Wuming looked at Zhang Fan with awe and carefully asked.

"Fishing for information from me?" Zhang Fan cast a sidelong glance.

"How dare I." Zhang Wuming laughed awkwardly, "It’s pure admiration."

Zhang Fan did not even look his way, his gaze fell on the nearby young girl.

When the young girl saw Zhang Fan looking over, her face twitched slightly, revealing a trace of surprise in her eyes.

She had already witnessed Zhang Wuming’s strength, but the man in front of her seemed even more terrifying, effortlessly subduing the opponent without any visible aggression, his Dao Practice level unimaginable.

Most importantly, she couldn’t discern Zhang Fan’s temperament; just moments ago, he seemed on the verge of life-or-death combat, yet suddenly he spared Zhang Wuming.

"Demon?" At a glance, Zhang Fan saw through the young girl’s background.

"She is a demon from the Yellow Skin Cave." Zhang Wuming approached, whispering.

In an instant, he seemed to become one of Zhang Fan’s people, highly engaged, with no psychological burden at all.

"Yellow Skin Cave!?" Zhang Fan’s heart moved slightly.

Li Miaoyin had mentioned that Yellow Skin Cave was amongst the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a not insignificant force among a multitude of spirit monsters and ghosts.

The other day, the Huang Liulang he killed belonged to Yellow Skin Cave.

"Why was he chasing you?" Zhang Fan asked, looking at the young girl.

"I was also assigned to help the Yellow Skin Cave’s Huang Sanlang clear the scene, allowing him to dominate alone." Zhang Wuming again came close, whispering.

The fighting between demons and ghosts is exceedingly bloody, full of primal wildness.

The old demons in the cave rarely interfere in the battles of the younger generation, believing prowess in struggle is an ability, while borrowing mighty external forces is also an ability...

Unless it truly involves significant matters related to life and death within the cave, otherwise it is a fight for survival, breeding a true leader.