[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle":3,"chapter-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-261":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Dimension Park: I Am the Summoning Apostle",{"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},2279278,4458,"Chapter 261: Again the Talk of Fate","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-261",261,"\u003Cp>“This doesn’t make sense—how did that old shrew come back?” Fang Yiliu’s expression turned dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, he used his connections to smuggle the owner of Longfeng Inn out of Meilong Town through a roundabout route and earned a hefty reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why the buyer wanted such a fiery old woman, Fang Yiliu didn’t care one bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that sum of silver, his life suddenly became lavish—he spent last night at the town’s biggest brothel, hiring three courtesans to keep him company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That man clearly isn’t someone to mess with—if he finds out the old shrew ran off and comes looking for me, I’m dead.” Fang Yiliu was, after all, a bully who picked on the weak and cowered before the strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because the reward was so large did he dare to provoke Li Wanwu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got to find a way to capture her and deliver her back—if she comes looking for me, she’ll kill me.” Fang Yiliu was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the man was cruel, but Li Wanwu was merely fierce—she wouldn’t kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I return her, maybe I’ll get another reward.” Greed flickered in Fang Yiliu’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for fleeing? The reward money would only last him a short while—what would he do elsewhere, outside Meilong Town?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted on impulse, kicked his spirit beast, Wu Jiao Dog, then strode boldly into Longfeng Inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he reached the doorway, he saw chaos inside the main hall—his heart leapt. This was a perfect opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waiter rushed out and bumped into him—he cursed: “Why are you running so fast? Trying to get yourself reincarnated?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost, get lost, I’m busy!” The waiter shoved Fang Yiliu, sending him stumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yiliu was about to curse back—but the waiter was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just Longfeng Inn that treated him this way; most other shops did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poverty alone wouldn’t provoke such hostility—the real reason was that he constantly stole, caused trouble, and harassed nearby shops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, everyone avoided him, so they naturally disliked seeing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the waiters who served guests had no patience for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft, you’re just a waiter—acting like a master?” Fang Yiliu spat, spotted Li Wanwu, and shoved his way toward the back rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could push in, someone grabbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? What are you doing following them?” Chu Danqing studied the man closely—his clothes were patched haphazardly, reeking of sour stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly didn’t care about personal hygiene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was his own business—Chu Danqing didn’t care. Still, following them to the back rooms was suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man wasn’t staff—the clothes alone proved it, but even a place for meals and lodging wouldn’t tolerate such filth unless the pay was terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m the” Fang Yiliu sized up Chu Danqing—didn’t recognize him, a stranger, could be fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he opened his mouth, Chu Danqing slapped him three hard blows across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did this thug come from? Does anyone know him?” Chu Danqing lifted Fang Yiliu by one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t skilled in combat—but his stats weren’t just for show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five attributes at 20 points—back when he first entered the Paradise, that would’ve crushed his original self into paste with a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Fang Yiliu, who’d been drunk and exhausted after three rounds last night—his legs were still weak, no chance to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know him—Fang Doghead, always scheming to steal chickens and sneak into gardens. He’s here to stir up trouble.” A diner glanced over and spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being exposed, Fang Yiliu glared venomously at the diner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who in this inn would fear him? The diner stood and slapped him two more hard blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retaliation? This was a world of spirit beasts—what right did a thug like him have to challenge a rich man’s power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he dared cause trouble, they’d drag him into a mansion, beat him half-dead, then dump him outside to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only bullied the poor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing raised an eyebrow: “Not a good person?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely not. He kicks open widows’ doors, beats widowers, insults orphans—what evil deed hasn’t he done?” Another diner added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a vile man never had his legs broken? Fine—I’ll deliver justice.” Chu Danqing reached for Wu Jiao Dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jiao Dog sensed danger, turned to flee—Chu Danqing stopped reaching and kicked it dead in one motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit beast dead—Zi Fu backlash struck. Fang Yiliu bled from all seven orifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the backlash wasn’t as severe as when the female innkeeper of the Wilderness Inn died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple reason: the weaker the cultivator, the weaker the backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he only suffered superficial injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet without his spirit beast, Fang Yiliu—the thug—lost all power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was immediately thrown out of the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yiliu knew he’d stepped on iron—he didn’t care about the reward or Wu Jiao Dog’s corpse, scrambled and crawled away as fast as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dealing with that, Chu Danqing continued into the back room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another opportunity has come knocking—Chu Brother truly has great fortune.” On Yang Qianyuan’s shoulder, the Chènmìng Spider wove its web, sensing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Opportunity? Where from?” Chu Danqing didn’t understand: “Not from that thug, surely?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely. But my power and the Chènmìng Spider’s are too weak—we can’t discern its origin or nature, only that it appears at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Chu Brother needs, we can go together tonight and see what this opportunity is.” Yang Qianyuan continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing noticed something interesting: his increased luck could synergize with Yang Qianyuan’s Heavenly Fate calculation—like a qualitative transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luck didn’t directly boost or indirectly strengthen—it quietly opened doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you seized that chance, you’d receive ample positive feedback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you missed it, the opportunity vanished—no more “fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes, fortune and misfortune could coexist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the spirit beast atlas of the Cangtian Bawang Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s see how things look tonight—if nothing happens, we can go later.” Chu Danqing didn’t refuse this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it triggered a side quest, even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this thug—normally, Chu Danqing would’ve just beaten him and tossed him out, never imagining any “opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for killing—he hadn’t committed a capital crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Wu Jiao Dog, even if he lived, he’d have to pay for his past sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They entered the back room together. Sun Dashou lay unconscious on the bed; an elderly physician had been summoned, examined him, and frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam Li, this man has no illness—only injury.” The physician, experienced with Zi Fu backlash cases, said: “It’s Zi Fu backlash—and severe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen such intense backlash—I’m not sure I can cure him.” The physician began writing a prescription.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zi Fu backlash was common. Though irreversible—preventing cultivation of a second spirit beast—the injuries it caused could be healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After healing, he’d lose his power and become an ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did this old doctor have so much experience? Because spirit beasts died often—like when someone chopped wood and encountered wild spirit beasts, and the beast died protecting its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also fishing, mining, accidents—Meilong Town saw three or five such cases monthly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit beasts weren’t immortal—death was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the physician wrote the prescription, his spirit beast, Golden-Haired Macaque, began treating Sun Dashou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send someone to fetch these herbs. Whether he lives or dies depends on his fate.” The physician handed the prescription to Li Wanwu, waited for the Golden-Haired Macaque to finish, then left with his medicine chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wanwu was furious—she’d lost a meal, and now this burden was dumped on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she grumbled, handed over silver, and ordered a waiter to get the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Danqing and Yang Qianyuan weren’t concerned with survival—they noted the severity of the injury meant Sun Dashou had once been powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a person fit the profile of high rank and authority—but how had he fallen so low?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, why is my fate so bitter?” Li Wanwu muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone would be angry—but she was the type who spoke harshly but had a soft heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Dashou was clumsy, but he worked earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After treatment, Sun Dashou slowly woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… sigh, never mind, rest well.” Li Wanwu started to say something, then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Dashou knew his condition—he asked: “What did the doctor say about me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t foolish—he’d closed his eyes and opened them on a bed, his pain slightly eased, even if only a drop in the bucket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Li Wanwu had called the doctor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Dashou was moved—no one had ever treated him so kindly, without expecting return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had good people around him before—but he knew they respected him for his status, not for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest well, and you’ll recover,” Li Wanwu lied, hiding the truth: “Don’t worry—the doctor is famous in these ten li.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s healed countless Zi Fu backlash cases. Rest now. When you’re better, your room and medicine fees will be paid off with your labor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wanwu grumbled, then gestured for Chu Danqing and Yang Qianyuan to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they left, Sun Dashou gave a bitter smile—he knew his condition too well. Her words fooled no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, the Emperor, was truly blind—this is my just punishment. I deserve to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1519,"2026-06-20T00:54:41.633Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","690acd277f1494350577c232d9f612143def9330b711aeabc96173271c60feb7","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-262","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-260",305,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-cover.jpg"]