[{"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-69":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},2299391,4498,"Chapter 69: The","ancestor-the-times-have-changed-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>The three who entered soon saw Xiao Fan standing before the bedroom, and they froze in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, Mom, Brother, you’re back so early.” Xiao Fan spoke up first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” After a moment of silence, his father explained, “We thought it was still early, and you’ve been working hard lately, so we didn’t tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Brother’s health is fine now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, we checked this morning—the doctor said he’s recovering fast,” his mother hurried to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a body cultivator after all.” Xiao Ming smiled, then turned to Xiao Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing his brother’s gaze, he was no longer as nervous as he had been last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re getting ready to go out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I just woke up and planned to stretch my legs, get some exercise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two brothers exchanged glances for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come back early,” Xiao Ming smiled. “I’m being discharged today—we’ll treat ourselves to something good for lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation sounded perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Fan, eager to test the “She Ling Yang Wu Jing,” didn’t think much of it—he figured his brother would assume he was preparing for the third trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he walked past the three and stepped out through the open door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Ming...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll put our things down first, then I’ll follow him and keep an eye,” Xiao Ming reassured her. “I’ve got this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the two parents felt considerably more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah Ming was a disciple of the Dragon Elephant Qingtian Sect; his cultivation realm and insight far surpassed what they could ever hope to match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calming his parents, Xiao Ming changed into a plain gray outfit and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a series of crisp cracks, his nearly two-meter-tall frame shrank rapidly, soon reducing to about one meter sixty-seven, his straight spine now hunched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nose sank lower, his lips thickened, his skin grew loose and sagging, and patches of gray-black age spots appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than a minute, Xiao Ming transformed from a tall, imposing youth into a frail, withered old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes, being sect uniform, automatically adjusted to his new form, so they remained properly fitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, even if he stood right in front of Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan wouldn’t recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Fan...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, as they passed, he had left a mark on Xiao Fan—just a slight perception was enough to know his location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt straight down from the seventh floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ming landed steadily beside three children, about seven or eight years old, playfully swinging wooden swords at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The highest-ranked among them was only Qi Refining Level One—and even that was a fake one, possessing spiritual energy but lacking control or physical refinement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped their play and stared at the old man who had landed beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expression summed up one thing: We’re all stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, are you a sword cultivator?” asked the child with Qi Refining Level One, summoning up courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Xiao Ming smiled “kindly.” “I’m a body cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Body cultivator!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what a body cultivator looks like!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two children exclaimed in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ming said no more; with a light leap, he vanished far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa—!” The child who had mustered the courage to ask scratched his head. “Don’t body cultivators fly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sword cultivators are definitely cooler!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad says body cultivators are all stable hands!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, they’re brutes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ming, already far away, paused. At his realm, his hearing and sight were sharp—he could hear voices from great distances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell kind of world is this? When will body cultivators ever gain respect? Even these little brats have their own hierarchy of disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the roadside, a plain-looking figure with a gentle aura held a large handful of candies, handing them out to passing children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Uncle!” the polite ones would say. “Call me Brother, not Uncle,” he’d smile in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the handful of candies was down to just one—he planned to keep it for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeling back the wrapper, the candy gleamed like a beautiful gem, fragrant with fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed it in his mouth, closed his eyes, as if savoring it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, he opened his eyes and gazed at the children playing nearby, a faint smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuan, you’ve done quite well...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been so wary, he might have become a decent friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned his gaze toward the opposite side of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning sun shone brightly, casting shadows beneath the trees lining the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath one of those shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Fan crouched, feeding a small snack to a large gray rat with one hand, while gently stroking its head with the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passersby who saw this were unnerved—this guy must be crazy. But among cultivators, weirdos were common, so no one said anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stand up!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Fan commanded inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray rat immediately rose to its hind legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Crouch!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Roll over!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do a somersault!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what command Xiao Fan gave, the rat obeyed without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But somersaulting was too difficult—it tumbled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after getting up again, it immediately tried another somersault, repeatedly falling and rising without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it really obeys orders completely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crisp sounds—two spirit coins rolled to his side. Many around him turned to look; some even pulled out phones to take photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, stop making it do somersaults—do something else!” someone shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the very person who had just tossed the two spirit coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Fan: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing so many people gathered around him, he felt a wave of revulsion—just like when he’d watched female streamers before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch! So that’s why this kid was feeding a giant rat—he’s a beast tamer!” someone said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beast tamer—a once-glorious profession, now nearly extinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even the demonic races above the Union Dao stage were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A profession with a ceiling of Return to Void, and absurdly hard to find a bonded beast—who in their right mind would become a beast tamer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, its transmission was nearly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Fan hadn’t expected to be mistaken for a beast tamer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to turn and leave, ignoring them, several more spirit coins—large amounts—were thrown his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show us something cool! I’ve never seen a beast tamer in my life!” The speaker wore the uniform of the Ji Shi Valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Shi Valley—Alchemists—rich people!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Xiao Fan earned a fortune using nothing but an ordinary rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These alchemists really are rich! In the end, the Ji Shi Valley alchemist even tried to buy the beast tamer’s method from him, offering a tempting price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Xiao Fan actually knew any beast tamer technique, he’d have sold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would never sell the “She Ling Yang Wu Jing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if he did... whether others could even hear it was another matter entirely. Meanwhile, Xiao Ming, hiding in the shadows, watched all this with growing confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be Xiao Fan wasn’t doing anything bad—he was just here to make money?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when did he learn beast taming?\u003C\u002Fp>",1184,"2026-06-20T06:44:12.591Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9484488ab6b607906d7dd6edebc7640087b0c1a3966e5e1eebfa9c1ab3ef4cd3","ancestor-the-times-have-changed-chapter-70","ancestor-the-times-have-changed-chapter-68",648,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fancestor-the-times-have-changed-cover.jpg"]