[{"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-69":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},2267014,4426,"Chapter 69: Uninvited Guest","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>Fang Jun noticed that although Chu Tianshu had closed his eyes at first, his eyeballs were clearly moving, unable to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was fast and sharp as an arrow, revealing great physical strength, yet also revealing haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about three minutes, his eyelids grew still, no longer twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each breath was drawn long and thick, the sound still distinctly audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was not the kind of frantic panting—it was more like…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, like a draft through a corridor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even wind, to pass through a massive, solid hall, requires time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the wind flowed through Chu Tianshu’s body, it was as if passing through a great palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the wind was held back by this palace, delayed by over two minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breathing method of “Urgent Seeking Power” demands the calm mind of one seated stably in a golden hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu began again to sense the writhing of his internal organs, the movement of his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat was like a slow, solemn war drum; his intestines, like distant, trembling horns; his lungs, spleen, and kidneys all seemed to hum with the sound of mist-laden clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, whether his stomach rumbled like thunder or his heart pounded like thunder, both were vastly different from true thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not merely a difference in volume—it was a difference in timbre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was a growling belly or a pounding heart, both were far too monotonous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of thunder, when recorded in words, usually seemed only a brief, sharp boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the connection between thunderclouds and earth, the premonitions before the electricity surged, the aftermath after it passed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together, these formed the single thunderclap that ancient people experienced in nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder also had sharp thunder and muffled thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp thunder shook all eight directions; muffled thunder, with its rushing winds and darkened skies, carried its own vast, majestic grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On typhoon days, before the rain fell, the sky had already darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds hung far in the distance, thunder rumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chu Tianshu listened to the sounds within his body, scenes like these rose in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was there—in the scene, and the scene was within him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stirred his internal organs; each exertion was like summoning a storm of wind and thunder inside his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the true wind and thunder of heaven and earth, it was humble and tiny—but the shock it delivered to his spirit was nearly identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path of Food as Immortality, the martial art that trains the internal organs, is a process far more focused on emotion than the other two paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some martial artists who reach great mastery on this path achieve only physical success, not emotional or volitional mastery—and thus have not truly grasped its essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human emotions shift endlessly, changing with time and circumstance, hard to reproduce; yet after reaching mastery in Food as Immortality, one must be able to recreate one’s own emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use a fixed set of internal changes to influence mood, transforming this complex emotional aggregate into the driving force behind punches and kicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This complex, yet intensely powerful, emotional aggregate that can be repeatedly summoned is called “Fist Intent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Chu Tianshu could no longer tell whether he was practicing the breathing technique of martial arts or the visualization technique of spellcraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not even recall to distinguish them—he was fully immersed, body and soul, in this sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever the wind and thunder passed, his body was filled with a fresh, lively energy; electricity purified his blood and spurred vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind and thunder of heaven and earth! Against the typhoon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposing yet equally fierce, majestic emotions brewed within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun did not know what Chu Tianshu was experiencing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hearing the sounds within Chu Tianshu’s body, his own ears seemed to shift from listening to wind to listening to thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint thunder, distant by over ten kilometers, reached here as a low, soft murmur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the timbre was unmistakably that of thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has he entered the state already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun thought silently, feeling a touch of awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long seen Chu Tianshu was a genius of simultaneous cultivation of nature and life—mental arts were nature, martial arts were life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such people were rare, but Fang Jun was not overly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout history, many great figures had profound cultivation without simultaneous cultivation of nature and life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneous cultivation merely made daily life and combat more convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Chu Tianshu’s current state of cultivation that truly astonished Fang Jun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just these few days, they had endured so much; their minds were inevitably still turbulent, needing calm—hardly suitable for cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Chu Tianshu, while moved by Yin Fengxin’s plight and diligently treating him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could also quickly clear his mind and fully devote himself to practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New and old matters, even multiple events occurring at once, did not feel chaotic to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he needed to delve deep, he delved; when he shifted to other matters, he was not bound by what came before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the demeanor of one capable of great deeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I originally only wanted to guard against a petty antique thief—never thought I’d meet such a friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun found it amusing, smiled, and went out to make a phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu practiced for over four hours before turning off the machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being subjected to such electrical stimulation, his body had not broken a sweat—his clothes remained dry, yet his skin was hot and flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the time of cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu tore off the patches; hot steam rose from his mouth. He remained seated, fingers extended like a sword, tracing invisible characters in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four verticals, five horizontals—the Nine Character Mantra!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ordinary sorcerers, the Vertical-Horizontal Secret Chant was primarily valued for its spell effects; bodily benefits were merely incidental, a side benefit for health.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for one who, like its founder, cultivates both nature and life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the more his vitality surges, the stronger his body, the better the Vertical-Horizontal Secret Chant restores his mental power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu focused intently, merging his surging life force and vigorous intent with the movements of his hands. His body temperature began to drop; his flushed skin slowly returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went upstairs and found Yin Fengxin reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept the TV on as background noise; when something interesting came on, he’d glance at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is that painting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu called out, “Let me see it again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Fengxin agreed readily, returned to his bedroom, and quickly brought out the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu took the scroll, pretending to admire it, but once again poured his mental power into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scroll remained unresponsive; no characters emerged as he had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he poured his power for five full minutes, estimating his depletion, before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chu Tianshu remain silent for so long, Yin Fengxin suddenly said, “Brother Chu, do you really like this painting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu snapped back, smiling, “Yes, it has great spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Fengxin lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, then said, “Then I’ll give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu was startled: “But this was your mother’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother truly cherished the jade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Fengxin shook his head, smiling, “I don’t understand paintings. This thing just sat under my bed collecting dust. Better to give it to someone who truly loves it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu felt that despite resting a full day, Yin Fengxin seemed even more pessimistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Paintings and calligraphy are the easiest things to share.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu said, “Keep it with you—I can still come see it anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Fengxin smiled, “Then you take it for now. I’m staying here for the foreseeable future—we’ll decide later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu set down the scroll and rolled up his sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come on—I’ll give you another acupuncture session.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Fengxin’s eyes flickered; he swallowed hard and stiffly sat down on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, over the past half-month, he’d noticed he seemed to feel less pain—sometimes bumping into desk corners at work, the sensation was barely noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Tianshu’s needles…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AHHH!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun returned from outside just as he heard Yin Fengxin’s scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the rhythm was familiar—it wasn’t anything wrong, just acupuncture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next week,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s routine was simple: prescribe medicine, practice, administer acupuncture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at meals, all three would gather to watch TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu liked wuxia dramas; Fang Jun preferred fashion dramas; Yin Fengxin watched everything, treating any show as a workplace drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three grew increasingly close; Yin Fengxin gradually began sleeping eight hours a night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu grew more confident in his prescription, estimating that in another ten days or so, he could pull Yin Fengxin back from the brink of death; afterward, regular medication should keep him well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that painting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once placed hope in it, yet daily infusion of mental power yielded no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Shizhen wrote books and spread his teachings; if this were merely a medical text, even if it touched on some cultivation techniques, it shouldn't be hidden so carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu now suspected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could there be some particularly potent and easily transmissible poison arts hidden within?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past few days, Fang Jun had taken on two small tasks, and only today did he bring up the matter of the spirit-raising playing cards again to Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The paper pulp made from black locust bark will take seven days to arrive, mainly because the quantity I requested is so small.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Jun looked at the sunset and said, \"I'll go get it soon; I should be back before the sun fully sets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu paid no mind, only saying, \"Don't bring glutinous rice dumplings for dinner tonight; change it up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But half an hour after Fang Jun left, Chu Tianshu sensed a subtle shift in the air within the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange, like the scent of a broken willow branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1660,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a3f027de2869c574b0810703eba36edb5cc39362b773731277ad1e36cc3ae54f","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-70","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-68",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]