[{"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-51":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},2334977,4565,"Chapter 51: Chapter Fifty-One: The Giant","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>Once poisoned by \"Chang Xiang Si,\" its toxicity spreads gradually through the bloodstream until it permeates the entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a commoner is poisoned, the danger remains minimal within a short time; but if a martial artist is poisoned, it becomes life-threatening—during this period, the victim must not stir any internal true qi, or the poison will accelerate, causing blood to reverse flow and unbearable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the poisoning persists and the toxicity sinks deep into the body, matters become far more troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although control over true qi has been restored, the victim must take an antidote daily to suppress the poison; otherwise, the bones will slowly mutate, causing the body to wither until it collapses into a limp, motionless heap like Lanni .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying is that since the poison has penetrated the bone marrow, it cannot be fully eradicated—only prolonged ingestion of matching medicine can temporarily suppress it, leaving the toxicity to cling to the victim for life like endless silken threads Chanshen , never letting go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ingredients for this poison are varied, many of them interchangeable; though the end result is always the same, the specific toxicity varies depending on the formulation, becoming unpredictable and elusive. The antidote must likewise be tailored uniquely—only the poison’s creator can match the cure to the toxin. Others, even if they know the recipe, cannot formulate the antidote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the poisoned person’s life lies entirely in the hands of the poisoner, forced into absolute obedience with no room for defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Mo filtered his memories of \"Chang Xiang Si,\" and understood at once why Han Li was so unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered inwardly, his expression unchanged, and spoke calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this your final trick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boy, if you have no other tricks up your sleeve, surrender quietly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li’s heart sank—he saw Master Mo’s expression had not changed, as if the threat meant nothing, and realized he had overlooked something critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell Master Mo truly did not fear the poison; the man carried \"Chang Xiang Si\" within him and showed not the slightest reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because of this, Han Li knew he was in absolute disadvantage—Master Mo seemed certain he could capture him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Han Li fall silent, Master Mo chuckled, a sly gleam flashing in his eyes, then barked loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Iron Slave, seize him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, Han Li suddenly remembered—he had completely forgotten a crucial person since entering the room. Without time to think, he hooked his toe under a nearby weapon, and the iron spike leapt into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, a massive black shadow surged from the corner of the room, appearing before him in a flash of wind—so swift Han Li had no chance to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no choice, he thrust the spike straight at the shadow’s abdomen, hoping to stall it just long enough to create an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Targeting the abdomen with such a short spike was ill-advised—but Han Li had no alternative; the opponent was too tall, and his weapon was only an inch long, leaving only this spot within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li suddenly felt as if he had collided with some inhuman beast—his wrist struck like a tree trunk, dislocating instantly; his body was thrown backward several steps, and the iron spike, as if striking stone, was knocked from his grasp and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Li was stunned and furious—he barely stabilized himself after the impact when darkness loomed before him: the giant figure closed in, and twin massive hands seized his shoulder blades with crushing force, as if he were about to be crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled desperately, but his body felt pinned beneath a mountain, utterly immobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, he raised his knee and slammed it hard into the giant’s most vulnerable spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow!” Han Li screamed, drenched in cold sweat—his target was as hard as stone; his kneecap felt shattered into fragments, like an egg hitting rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this act enraged the giant—the hands on his shoulders tightened with renewed strength, sending searing pain through Han Li until he nearly fainted, collapsing helplessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy, Iron Slave. This man is still useful to me.” At this critical moment, Master Mo’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, the pressure on Han Li’s shoulders eased, the pain subsiding. He exhaled in relief—never before had Master Mo’s voice sounded so pleasant—but even as he felt relief, the lingering doubts in his mind deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, Han Li had sensed that Master Mo, at every crucial moment, held back—fearing he might harm him. He knew this wasn’t kindness; something hidden, something illicit, must be forcing Master Mo to restrain himself, otherwise he would have crushed Han Li long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resolved silently to exploit this weakness, bargain with the man, and find a way to escape his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Mo stepped forward, as if reading his thoughts; a mocking expression flickered across his face. He reached out and touched Han Li’s chest, pulling out a breastplate mirror, and paused in surprise—it had blocked his pressure-point strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head silently, then withdrew a rectangular yellow wooden box from his robe. The box was exquisitely crafted, carved with dragons and phoenixes—clearly a priceless object, rare even among the wealthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Han Li’s eyes, Master Mo opened the lid with solemn care. Inside lay several identical silver blades—strange in shape, neither knife nor sword, curved like crescents, sized like daggers, utterly peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Master Mo lifted one blade, Han Li noticed it was unnaturally thin—paper-thin, with shimmering cold light dancing along its edge, unmistakably razor-sharp, surely slicing flesh as easily as cutting cloth. Even stranger, at the hilt’s end was inlaid a Guitou  with tightly shut eyes, its blue face, fanged mouth, and twin horns radiating sheer horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Mo held the strange blade, glancing sidelong at Han Li with deep, meaningful intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gesture sent a chill down Han Li’s spine—had his own dark intuition come true? Was the man about to carve him up with this blade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>net\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-20T21:12:45.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","04ab09f8d51929c6fa8b79ef113c0abd9a9629f9912ab4299407506def4435a5","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-52","a-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-chapter-50",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-mortal-s-journey-to-immortality-cover.jpg"]