[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o":3,"chapter-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-224":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Comment '1' for Virtue, I'm Really Not the Chosen One!",{"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},2348796,4590,"Chapter 224: Burning the Bridal Dress City, Hunting Ten Thousand Ghosts","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-224",224,"\u003Cp>Lin Mo and the others frowned in confusion, then turned to the paper doll beside them, “Yu Linglong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its appearance was no longer its original form, but that of a plain-faced female Daoist priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yu Linglong” stood beside them, arms crossed, helplessly spreading her hands:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s nothing I can do—he insisted on dying with the ghostly things, and I couldn’t stop him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny incense spirit, no bigger than half a palm, stomped its feet on the incense stand, gnashing its teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These ghostly things—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough cough, I know you’re about to curse September’s mom… Aww, September’s miserable mom has to go to the hospital for a checkup again tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He indeed left a note, but for some reason, it looked as if it had been stepped on—dirty and crumpled, tossed on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to clear his name, he saw the fat old man pinch a hand seal; a pure golden light shot from his fingertip and struck a mirror on the hall’s ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped down from the carriage, there was no more cover—the crimson figure of Shangguan Yueyan stepped out right behind him, and that vivid red naturally caught everyone’s eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before letting them go, he met Long Yiya alone. He said nothing, only stared at her—watched her beg, watched her despair—and felt his heart tear apart, yet also felt profound disappointment and loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Jingfeng raised an eyebrow, lifted the wine before him with his jade-white fingers, gazed at the rippling liquid in the cup, and smiled faintly, not looking toward the high platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shangguan Yueyan looked at Nangong Huaxu, her expression solemn, as if she truly intended to have Jin Yutang dig up the pasts of Lin Zhuo and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first bucket of gold sounds easy, but it’s actually hard. The key lies in how the meaning of that first bucket of gold is defined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re pregnant? Congratulations! By the way, where’s your husband?” Aunt Lan asked with a beaming smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Royal Highness, please,” Shangguan Yueyan replied with a smile, then without further ceremony, stepped toward the palace gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still so many villagers in the village—no matter whose body they possessed, it would become a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!” Among the three, the weaker one, Principal Allen, suffered cracked eye sockets and ear bones under the water domain’s enhancement and sonic attack, his flesh crumbling into sandy debris; Allen’s severe injury shattered the energy circle between them, scattering it apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing all this, Qin Chen used true qi to stimulate his facial muscles, subtly altering his appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That celestial bearing, that serene composure, and his voice—so familiar, clear, and gentle, like white jade beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what will it take to make you cooperate with me?” Mei Yinyin, helpless, lowered her pride and pleaded in a sweet, pitiful tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctor Mo vaguely felt he had touched upon the meridians, but a veil remained unlifted—he might be missing a crucial key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official who met Wang Yi that night now followed this man closely, shoulders hunched, head bowed, posture deeply respectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psychological and physical nausea caused many to vomit again, spitting out the dried meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Shen family was at its peak, a century-old clan of Haicheng, far beyond what the Su family could match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xiaofen gave a casual reply, but internally wondered: It was already past the New Year—had Madam Qian gone to the Shen household to propose marriage yet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle lasted until five in the afternoon; both sides were exhausted when the Fourth Division of the Youth Army, under Liao Lei, arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My point is, smashing something this big is a serious mission!” the young man replied irritably, showing little respect for his superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You too, get lost,” Wang Zhenyu roared. Song Haomin scrambled away like a rat, drawing laughter from the other guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter nights fell especially early. The ancients had little entertainment; as soon as darkness came, they went to bed early. In the back courtyard of Binlai Inn, three black-clad figures leapt over the wall. Snow crunched beneath their feet, leaving three trails of footprints stretching far into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>",694,"2026-06-21T02:07:02.893Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e53e56855310ec085dc4f916fd9159d86bb5bf47a16c0401959e4c7e9adcc751","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-225","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-223",479,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcomment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-cover.jpg"]