[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-the-immortals-disappeared":3,"chapter-after-the-immortals-disappeared-after-the-immortals-disappeared-chapter-85":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After the Immortals Disappeared",{"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},2283969,4468,"Chapter 85: Precious First Experience 2","after-the-immortals-disappeared-chapter-85",85,"\u003Cp>They were moving very fast; passing the wooden bridge was like a white colt flashing past a crack, a hurried glance that made it impossible to look closely. Almost no one noticed that He Lingchuan, at the bottom of the boat, crouched and shrank, curling perfectly into the shadow of the wooden bridge! He hid under the bridge, not daring to let out a full breath, fearing that a single bubble might attract unnecessary attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a dozen breaths, he quietly poked his head out of the water, looked left and right, then thrust his long spear hard into the canal bank and, using it for leverage, leaped onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry had already gone far away, leaving only a few backs in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, two five or six-year-old children by the canal were looking at him with curiosity, but their mother, looking vigilant, grabbed them and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residents here are quite unfriendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan wiped the water from his face and quickly hid behind two large haystacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking forward led to a warehouse, followed by houses of varying heights; fortunately, there was no one around. He Lingchuan looked down at his soaked clothes, knowing that his attire and fabric would mark him as an outsider to the locals at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only solution now was to change into a new set of clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around and finally revealed a faint smile: not far away, clothes were drying on the open ground in front of a farmhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snuck over, careful not to disturb the woman cooking inside the kitchen, and took only a few pieces of men's clothing. Afterward, he went to a shaded spot to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although it was quiet all around, he still carefully checked his surroundings before taking off his wet old clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly stripped off his wet trousers and put on the new ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was tying his waistband, a whistle suddenly sounded from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan looked up in shock, only to see a white shadow flash by, like light, like electricity, so fast that the human eye could not capture it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it could not be dodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft \"swish,\" an arrow struck him right in the throat, entering from the front and exiting the back, the arrowhead even piercing into a wooden board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does it feel like to be shot through the throat? He Lingchuan wanted to curse, but he couldn't speak, feeling only a heart-piercing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes, he saw the white feathers at the end of the arrow trembling; as he followed the line of sight forward, something seemed to have moved by the haystacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried hard to see clearly, but his vision was already blurring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>￥￥￥￥￥\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan let out a loud cry, clutched his neck, and sat up with a start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything within his sight—the window lattice, the low table, the vase—was the furniture in his own room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lark perched on a branch outside the window was startled by his shout, flapped its wings and flew away, dropping a feather as it did so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan stared fixedly at this feather, remembering the white-fletched arrow that had pierced his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched his throat; it was perfectly fine, not even the skin was broken, but his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had just crawled out of the canal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scared the hell out of me!\" He was still alive; it was just a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow flashed outside, and Uncle Hao ducked in: \"What's wrong, Young Master?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing.\" He Lingchuan rubbed his face listlessly, \"A nightmare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still Mount Hulu?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could it be?\" After the great adventure in Panlongcheng, the memory of his original self being attacked at Mount Hulu was as blurry as if it were from a past life; he had almost forgotten it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan waved Uncle Hao away, climbed up, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't dark yet; he had slept for less than an hour at most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since returning from the desert, his sleep quality had been as good as a baby's; what was this about today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the bedside, his gaze naturally fell upon the broken blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be you playing tricks?\" It was the only variable; it was hard not to notice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan took the blade down and slowly drew it from its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding temperature dropped by at least two degrees, but He Lingchuan didn't feel cold; instead, holding it felt two points more natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought about that nightmare; aside from the locals who treated outsiders like enemies, the Chipa Plateau was actually quite wonderful, a scene of fertile water towns and pastoral idylls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water network there was crisscrossed and the geography varied; it seemed there were mines further away. No wonder Panlongcheng could hold out for many years while surrounded by strong enemies; objective conditions were also one of the decisive factors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time he entered the Great Square Pot secret realm, he had only taken a trip into Panlongcheng and nearly lost his life; naturally, he had no chance to walk out of the majestic pass to see the Chipa Plateau of those years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream just now had made up for this regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subconsciously, he believed that the Chipa Plateau he saw in his dream was a high-fidelity restoration of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answers from those guards indicated that the point in time he entered was after the appearance of the Red General, which was the latter, desperate period of Panlongcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiluo Kingdom had briefly restored contact with Panlongcheng, but unfortunately, it was too weak to withstand the pressure of the allied forces and soon abandoned Panlongcheng again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Shengguang was also human; after twelve years of loyal service, encountering such betrayal, he had also nearly collapsed at one point, which was why he turned to the embrace of the Mitian God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, the Red General appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This period of Panlongcheng was the most mysterious; Sun Fuping had read through the history books of many countries and found no complete record, as if a mysterious force had forcefully erased it from history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan was also curious, but remembering the eeriness, lightness, and ruthlessness of that arrow, goosebumps crawled all over him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Counting this time, he was a person who had died twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although this experience was strange and precious, anyone would resist it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two arrow attacks should have come from the same person; where exactly was that archer hiding? Even the fierce and formidable Dafeng Army had been deceived by He Lingchuan, so why was this person able to follow him like a shadow? He remembered that sharp, clear whistle, remembered his own untied waistband, and remembered that the Black Dragon had specifically mentioned before vanishing that this broken blade was a gift for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carried quite a bit of a sense of entrustment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous owner of the blade was Zhong Shengguang; what kind of connection did he hope this blade would establish with He Lingchuan? The young man stroked the blade in silence, having a new worry: in the future, should he still hang it at the head of his bed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head and found that the nightmare hadn't left him with a splitting headache; on the contrary, he felt full of energy and relaxed, not at all like the depleted state in the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the adventure in the dream, apart from the sudden death at the end, was quite interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, he could wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was no loss, what was he afraid of?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingchuan pressed against the blade and said: \"Let's make a deal. If you don't give me nightmares every day, I can still hang you at the head of my bed, how about that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade remained quiet, naturally offering no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So He Lingchuan hung it back in its original place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it was dark, the Xiangsi Pavilion was already bustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This restaurant had been open for three years and was thriving in Heishuicheng, rarely managing to be liked by both locals and travelers. It was said that the owner behind the scenes was a retired official from the interior, and the dishes from his hometown had become a great success when brought to the frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiangsi Pavilion was famous for its duck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, duck; quite simply, the duck that swims in the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head chef, specially invited from Longhuacheng, specialized in cooking duck; whether it was pickled, roasted, braised, baked, stewed, pan-fried, cured, or barbecued, there was nothing they couldn't do, and they would choose the fatness, age, and youth of the duck according to the cooking method, truly achieving the art of selecting the best cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1476,"2026-06-20T02:23:30.219Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","731c9946b3cc950518431282f9ccf5268669c8068ca94be4fcfd90d16c73eaec","after-the-immortals-disappeared-chapter-86","after-the-immortals-disappeared-chapter-84",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-the-immortals-disappeared-cover.jpg"]