[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-ancestor-the-times-have-changed":3,"chapter-ancestor-the-times-have-changed-ancestor-the-times-have-changed-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Ancestor, the Times Have Changed",{"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},2299344,4498,"Chapter 22: Sister, How About We Switch to Body Cultivation?","ancestor-the-times-have-changed-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Not long after, her body, ragged as torn cloth, dissolved, and gray mist surged, weaving together to reform Zhang Yunlu’s figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Enemy: Qi Refining Ninth Layer Sword Cultivator, Perfect Flowing Cloud Sword Art】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Killing ends this trial】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar golden text, and a pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunlu snatched the pill and swallowed it, then closed her eyes to meditate; after several minutes, her depleted spiritual power fully returned, increasing slightly in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword cultivator’s phantom merely watched silently; when Zhang Yunlu rose with her sword, her weakened spiritual power had fully recovered—and grown slightly stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fucking—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a boss that synchronized in strength and suffered no state degradation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cursing, she charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the outcome improved little—after only a few exchanges, her heart was pierced by a blade of light, then her head was severed in one stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, she held out a few more strikes before the sword cultivator’s phantom cut her in half at the waist—but Zhang Yunlu dragged her severed lower body forward and slashed once at the phantom’s right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third time, Zhang Yunlu chose hit-and-run tactics, but failed to survive even two strikes before the phantom pierced her throat in one blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth, fifth, sixth—three times in a row, her performance was worse than at the start; she didn’t even last a minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventh time, Zhang Yunlu abandoned evasion and engaged the phantom head-on, refining her sword techniques mid-battle; again, she didn’t last a minute, but this time she wounded the phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In subsequent attempts, her sword techniques grew increasingly refined; beyond the Flowing Cloud Sword Art’s natural fluidity, they now carried an added fearlessness, prolonging their exchanges and inflicting heavier wounds on the phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteenth time, Zhang Yunlu’s left arm was severed, her abdomen pierced clean through, and a bleeding gash ran across her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sword cultivator’s phantom fared no better—its right wrist was sliced off, forcing it to wield the sword with its left; its chest and abdomen appeared split open, wisps of gray mist leaking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pant… pant~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunlu gasped for breath, her vision darkening in waves—signs of excessive blood loss; she was barely holding on…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just a trial—why make it this real?! Across from her, the sword cultivator’s phantom had staggered to its feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck! What a fucking monster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She loved reading, dreaming of becoming the kind of sword cultivator in Ancient Cultivation Secret History—white robes fluttering, snatching heads from a thousand li away with a flick of the fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she was here, wielding a sword, fighting a monster that felt no pain, surviving over a hundred deaths without breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I even admire myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeezing out the last shred of strength, she propped herself up with her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunlu dropped her longsword—it was too heavy for her to lift now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew her waist dagger—only after dying once had she realized she’d had it all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, both charged at each other—the phantom’s blade aimed straight for Zhang Yunlu’s throat; longsword versus dagger, she’d be struck first—dodging was the best choice, yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yunlu’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness; she didn’t dodge or evade. The longsword pierced her throat without hesitation, emerging from the side of her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she didn’t stop—using her last remaining spiritual power to preserve her life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop! Her dagger plunged into the phantom’s blurred face—likely its eyes—and twisted hard! 【Killed Enemy: Qi Refining Ninth Layer Sword Cultivator, Perfect Flowing Cloud Sword Art】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Time: Seven minutes twenty-five seconds】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【This trial ends】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden text appeared, but Zhang Yunlu ignored it, instead smiling as she watched the dissolving phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. In desperation, you dared gamble everything, trading wounds to kill your enemy outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the villa, a scene was projected into midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xing praised it; Zhang Xiu, watching the scene, couldn’t help but twitch his eyelid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That woman—missing an arm, a sword hanging from her neck, barely alive, still smiling—that’s my sister?! “After one hundred and two deaths, she ultimately killed a Qi Refining Ninth Layer sword cultivator who had perfected a sword art.” One hundred and two deaths?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiu stared at the fallen figure on screen, his heart torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pitied his sister, yet understood this harmed her not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, too, possess a Heaven-Born Dao Foundation—you know the pain and peril of absorbing solar essence, condensing lunar radiance, refining stellar light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not know? That process’s agony was no less than being carved by a thousand knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But judging by her current state, that trial may not be difficult for her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiu’s mind replayed the image of Zhang Yunlu, half-dead yet smiling—overlaying it with the image of her sitting peacefully in sunlight, reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this ruthless woman truly be the quiet, book-loving little Lu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhang siblings’ residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bedroom, a calming incense burned halfway down; Zhang Yunlu lay with eyes shut, sleeping soundly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the rising smoke scattered, and a surge of spiritual energy stirred the curtains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, once tightly closed, snapped open; she sat upright, eyes brimming with wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar yet alien surroundings filled her vision; an endless warmth reminded her she had returned to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—if that was only an illusion, how was her spiritual power real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After long silence, she rose from bed, opened the door, walked to the fridge, opened it, and poured herself a glass of juice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she tasted the cold, sweet juice, she felt as if she had truly come back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the glass, she walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window; a gentle evening breeze carried a chill, distant lights glowed brightly, vehicles moved along roads, and occasional streaks of cultivation light flashed across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene of prosperity—utterly alien to the brutality of life-and-death combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood by the window for a long time, until she finished the remaining half-glass of juice—then suddenly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the noodle shop owner downstairs was at Foundation Establishment peak—she was nowhere near his match. What was she doing pretending to be melancholy here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set down the glass, turned to return to bed, but stopped after only a few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something felt off…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on the longsword leaning against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, seized the scabbard; the instant her right hand gripped the hilt, her heart grew utterly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My current state must be a bit off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh! The sword slid from its sheath; its blade reflected her eyes, gleaming coldly—but it was merely an ordinary sword, or else she wouldn’t have left it leaning against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a rustling sound came from outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened quickly; seeing who it was, Zhang Yunlu relaxed her guard and broke into a bright smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you’re back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Xiu, standing at the door, watching her smile—especially seeing her still clutching the sword—felt a chill crawl up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister, how about we quit being sword cultivators and switch to body cultivation instead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please collect and follow!! 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