[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h":3,"chapter-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-152":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Devouring Evil, Exterminating Demons Across All Heavens",{"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},2267097,4426,"Chapter 152: All Truth, No Filter","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>After the rain stopped, Chu Tianshu landed alone and did not head straight for the southern Shaolin monastery’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked an old farmer by the roadside, then went to see the fields the southern Shaolin monks had reclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had turned wasteland into farmland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the southern Shaolin did this not only to gain fame and align with court trends, but also out of practical need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But over the years, the southern Shaolin no longer relied on these fields for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale of their reclaimed land had grown so vast that the monastery lacked enough personnel to manage it all, so they leased portions to farmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the monastery regularly sent monks to oversee the remaining fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farming isn’t just about scattering seeds and waiting for autumn—it involves countless tasks for farmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was common to see monks working in these fields almost every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gray monk robes were tucked into their belts, and their pant legs rolled up to the knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barefoot, they walked through the soil, searching for weeds and pulling them out one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu stood beside the field for a while, watching their movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Songshan Shaolin claimed seventy-two supreme techniques, and the number of non-supreme martial arts far exceeded that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southern Shaolin claimed thirty-six supreme techniques, also called the “Thirty-Six Treasures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of these thirty-six techniques were inherited from Songshan Shaolin in ancient times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were created by successive disciples or adapted from martial arts gathered from the Jianghu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a major martial sect, they could not afford to neglect martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southern Shaolin dared to develop so many side businesses without fearing the neglect of their martial skills\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because several of their supreme arts were specifically designed to cultivate inner harmony through farming and grinding grain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the southern Shaolin’s hard qigong was famed throughout the Jianghu—blacksmithing was also a form of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Chu Tianshu’s view, what this world called “hard qigong” was essentially the realm of training force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if someone brought Taiji’s Immortal Force here, it would likely be classified as hard qigong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But according to Jianghu rumors, hard qigong in this world had never reached the refined level of “Threefold Unity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, everyone treated hard qigong as a crude substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most martial artists began training internal energy before their bodies even reached three or four hundred jin of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those who, after years of internal training, still could not generate internal force, and refused to give up, would desperately train hard qigong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, several of Shaolin’s supreme techniques were dedicated to hard qigong—this alone set them apart drastically from other sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After observing for a while, Chu Tianshu walked along the edge of the field until he reached the boundary between farmland and forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every autumn, the southern Shaolin abbot personally reclaimed one mu and three fen of land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not for profit, but to uphold tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground where Chu Tianshu stood was the field the southern Shaolin abbot, Master Miao Fan, had reclaimed last year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, this autumn, he would push further into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No monk would clear the trees there in advance for the abbot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was also a place for the abbot to demonstrate his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu saw large boulders overturned into the woods and walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These stones were jet-black and dense, buried underground for years; even after being dug up half a year, they still exuded the smell of earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smaller stones showed no obvious signs of human damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But larger stones bore indentations and missing corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fractures were covered in white cracks, starkly contrasting the stone’s original color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest boulder was bigger than a high-quality adult coffin, its shape cluttered with protrusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu stopped beside the massive stone and circled halfway around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this stone rested half a palm print, with the most numerous and longest cracks radiating outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu stared at the force mark, as if witnessing the scene from half a year ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old monk rolled up his sleeves, bent low, and poured all his internal force into one effort to heave the boulder from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the force succeeded, excess internal energy spilled out, leaving this mark on the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such profound internal force…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu began to speak, then heard footsteps slowly approaching from afar; his heart stirred, and he sighed, “What a pity. What a pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched the boulder, shaking his head as if gazing at a coffin, his tone brimming with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Namo Amitabha Buddha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm Buddhist chant rose from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old monk stood there, his face ancient and plain, his forehead prominently bulging, his eye sockets deep but his gaze bright, his beard streaked with black and white, neatly combed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over his gray robe, he wore a black silk kasaya embroidered with gold thread, radiating solemn dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Miao Fan. May I ask why you sigh here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Miao Fan had been sitting in meditation in his meditation chamber for too long; seeing the light rain had just stopped and the forest breeze must be fresh, he came out to stroll and enjoy the scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as soon as he arrived here, he saw a young man circling the large boulder he had dug up last year, sighing endlessly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Master Miao Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu was also slightly surprised. “I am Chu Tianshu. I intended to visit the monastery to offer incense to the Buddha and pay respects to the masters, but I never expected to meet you here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Miao Fan clasped his hands and smiled. “A young man with a sincere heart for the Buddha—how admirable, how admirable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied Chu Tianshu closely, his expression subtly shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s skin was smooth, his eyes bright—clearly well cared for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his breathing carried a long, even rhythm, devoid of any irregularity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the healthiest ordinary person’s breath had faint, uneven fluctuations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commoners couldn’t detect it, but masters heard it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Master Miao Fan closed his eyes, Chu Tianshu’s presence might be entirely undetectable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amitabha Buddha. Your bearing is extraordinary—you are clearly a master of the Jianghu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Miao Fan smiled. “No wonder you sigh beside this boulder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must have noticed that my internal energy was not perfectly smooth back then—I wasted some force, leaving this cracked palm print.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu shook his head. “That flaw is minor—it’s not why I sighed repeatedly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was wondering: does the abbot of Songshan Shaolin need to perform his martial skill annually outside the monastery, like you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Miao Fan’s heart tightened, but he remained calm. “I do not boast my martial skill—I merely follow monastery rules, personally reclaiming wasteland each year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Martial arts and Buddhist teachings both require cultivation in every aspect of life. Since I practice martial arts, I naturally use them while reclaiming land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke slowly. “That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly believe that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu suddenly fixed his gaze on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, this young man’s eyes had swept over Master Miao Fan, but lightly—his attention had rested more on trees and rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his sudden, piercing stare made Master Miao Fan feel his eyelids twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly believe that, and the abbot of a great monastery holds such limited vision of the current situation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu spoke with startling boldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then the southern Shaolin isn’t merely cautious—it’s teetering on the brink of collapse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Miao Fan remained composed. “Your alarmist words—what is your true origin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! If I were merely alarming you for show, why would the abbot of southern Shaolin care to listen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu laughed. “As for my origin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression turned solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be frank—I am an heir of Zongheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1301,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34457d69429602cd41dc02603cc777a76f0969e861b3774b18630b892e548683","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-153","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-151",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]