[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality":3,"chapter-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-45":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","A Mortal's Journey to Immortality",{"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},2334971,4565,"Chapter 45: Chapter Forty-Five: Ambush and Fangs","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>Han Li lowered his head in thought; it seemed he had no choice but to let the other examine his cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other had unhesitatingly given him the antidote to the Corpse Worm Pill, showing him some sincerity; if he continued to delay, it would only arouse suspicion, making the other believe he had not truly reached the fourth level of Changchun Gong and was lying to deceive him. This would push matters in a worse direction, possibly sparking unforeseen complications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he had anticipated this step and prepared in advance; even if the other turned hostile the moment he took his pulse, he still had a way to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Han Li raised his head and met Mo Daifu’s eyes directly, speaking slowly: “Master Mo, for your willingness to give me the antidote, this is my final trust in you. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his right wrist, carefully watching the other’s reaction; if anything seemed amiss, he would immediately pull back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Mo Daifu maintained his false smile, revealing no change at all—except that upon hearing Han Li’s agreement, his eyebrows twitched slightly, then returned to normal. Clearly, he had already foreseen Han Li’s answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing more, extending his withered left hand to gently rest on Han Li’s wrist. His smile faded, replaced by solemnity and gravity, as if performing a sacred rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li quietly maintained his fourth-level cultivation. Seeing Mo Daifu’s expression, he felt a flicker of unease and raised his alertness to its peak; his left hand subtly pressed against his waist, where a custom-made short sword in its sheath lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Mo Daifu’s face lit up with delight; he had sensed the strange, continuous energy flowing through Han Li’s meridians—its strength far exceeding his minimum expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he was cunning and calculating, seeing his long-planned scheme finally within reach, he could not help but smile again—though earlier his smile had been forced, now it was genuine joy radiating from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent! Truly the fourth level of Changchun Gong! Ha! Ha! Truly excellent! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!...” Mo Daifu laughed openly before Han Li, his laughter shaking the room, yet his hand never released Han Li’s wrist, gripping it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Mo, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you let go?” Han Li’s face darkened; he knew something was wrong and tried to yank his right wrist free, but the other held it fast, immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go? Fine, I’ll let go!” Mo Daifu’s laughter ceased, replaced by a cruel sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly roared: “Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li felt a deafening boom in both ears, his vision blackened, the world spun, his balance vanished, and he collapsed helplessly to the floor; his left hand, resting on the sword hilt, slipped limply away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!” Han Li’s body was paralyzed, but his mind remained clear—he had been careless, caught off guard, and now could only await his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boy, you’re still too green. Now you can’t pull any tricks, can you?” Mo Daifu, pleased his plan had succeeded as expected, allowed himself a touch of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here!” Mo Daifu yanked hard with his left hand, dragging Han Li from the floor straight to his feet. Then he bent down and extended his right index finger, aiming it straight at Han Li’s numbness point on the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” His finger struck something like iron, emitting a dull thud; the front half of his finger throbbed from the rebound—the point had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on!” Mo Daifu froze, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could he be wearing an iron cuirass beneath his clothes!” he wondered in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze involuntarily scanned Han Li’s thin garments—but they looked too flimsy to conceal hidden armor, leaving him confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant of Mo Daifu’s distraction, Han Li regained control of his body; his recovery ability far exceeded Mo Daifu’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s sixth-level Changchun Gong had not been trained in vain; his resistance to abnormal effects vastly surpassed ordinary human limits—a fact even Han Li himself had not anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Daifu, decisively discarding his doubts, sought another method to subdue Han Li—when suddenly he felt the wrist he had gripped turn slick and supple, slipping entirely from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, he tightened his grip—only for Han Li’s wrist to slide out like an eel, vanishing between his fingers. Mo Daifu was truly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li paid no heed to the other’s shock; he rolled sideways in a sudden donkey kick, swiftly tumbling to the far corner of the room. Only when safely distant from Mo Daifu did he slowly rise to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s face was expressionless, his eyes cold as ice as he stared at Mo Daifu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke no more words. Though he did not know why the other wanted to capture him, he was certain the man meant him no good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claims the other had made earlier—that his Changchun Gong could stimulate secret acupoints—were clearly a colossal lie, utterly unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his own sake, and for the safety of his family, Han Li slowly drew his short sword from his waist with his left hand. The blade was barely a foot long, gleaming with a pale blue light, unmistakably sharp—a fine, superior weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, it’s either you dead or me dead. Only one of us will walk out of this room alive.” Han Li’s voice was icy—the first time he had revealed his fangs before Mo Daifu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Net\u003C\u002Fp>",903,"2026-06-20T21:12:45.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","80a8a9ced06269fd4ca765479c795ee5c95cb4cfd1b54dfe9d2eea158294e992","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-46","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-44",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-cover.jpg"]