[{"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-88":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},2279105,4458,"Chapter 88: Luring Disaster","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>That night, Chu Danqing and the others found a ruined temple and lit a bonfire to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A single Seven-Disc Path has thirteen separate bandit strongholds, big and small,” Zhao Mingqian said, staring at the mountain map, his scalp prickling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today alone, they cleared five bandit strongholds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven-Disc Path isn’t even the worst—real major bandits gather in the Pingdou Mountain route,” Xiong Zhigang drank some juice, sounding weary: “There are at least thirty thousand bandits there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luckily, these bandits all act independently and often fight each other; otherwise, they’d have already overturned the heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing gained new insight into the bandits’ widespread presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty thousand lawless outlaws gathered in one place—whether they swept together or coiled into a single rope—would be a massive problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Won't you exterminate them?\" Chu Danqing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Zhigang grew morose at the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s easier to get things done when you have someone in the court,” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meaning was clear: they had tried to exterminate them before, but never succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, with all these internal and external crises, how’s the emperor still sitting comfortably?” Chu Danqing was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone shouted, “Are kings and generals born to rule?” the Tai Chang Empire would collapse overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chu Mr., watch your tongue,” Xiong Zhigang warned Chu Danqing: “The Jishi Factory excels at punishing men for their words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing didn’t expose this self-deception; instead, he changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Xiong, I see you writing and sketching every day—what are you doing?” Chu Danqing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m drafting a military strategy—my years of campaigning and pacification, to help others defend against enemies in the future,” Xiong Zhigang didn’t hide it, handing his manuscript to Chu Danqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Danqing took it, flipped through a few pages, and lost interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning it, he said: “Writing a book isn’t easy. Master Xiong, you’re truly skilled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two continued chatting half-heartedly; Zhao Mingqian and Dabao huddled together watching cartoons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Chu, this morning, the white man and horse arrived,” Dabao sensed movement first, but showed no defensive posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re probably circling back—doesn’t seem like they’re targeting Master Xiong,” Chu Danqing said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right, if they meant to strike, they’d have acted earlier,” Zhao Mingqian agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Zhigang added: “But he’s definitely carrying trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hooves clattered; the white-clad youth dismounted at the temple entrance: “You three are dishonorable—leading villains to the path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered the ruined temple, leading his horse, only to find everyone calm, as if expecting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attempt to intimidate failed utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabao dropped his tablet and stood, baring his claws with a ferocious glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trying to scare us, huh?” Chu Danqing stood too, ordering Dabao: “Beat him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabao waited for exactly that command—he lunged the moment it was given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-clad youth’s pupils shrank; he twisted aside, but too slow—he was pinned down by Dabao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow! Ow! Stop! It’s a misunderstanding!” the youth howled under Dabao’s blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begging did no good—Dabao didn’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When finished, the youth was bruised, swollen, and filthy—his white robes now gray with dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiong Zhigang stepped forward, grabbed the youth by the collar, and hauled him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—I just wanted a place to rest. This temple’s perfect,” the youth hurried to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the earlier intimidation, Xiong Zhigang might have believed he was just passing through—but before even seeing them, the youth had already declared it was them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he’d tracked their trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re diverting trouble our way, right?” Xiong Zhigang stared into his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already guessed the full sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Western Sichuan Killers had blown up the dam, blocking the Seven-Disc Path; this youth, outnumbered and hunted, had turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen everything in his decades of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To play tricks under his nose—did he think Xiong Zhigang was made of mud?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again, many people, the one,” Dabao spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill this bastard!” Zhao Mingqian drew his longsword, ready to pierce the youth through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already furious; now, just as he was about to rest, someone came to provoke him—he couldn’t tolerate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young brother speaks truly—this man’s no good,” came a voice at the temple door: the man who’d asked for directions that morning arrived with his men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded in agreement upon hearing Zhao Mingqian’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, I delivered what you wanted—why kill the messenger after the mill’s ground?” the youth’s eyes darted, speaking quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t believe anything the youth said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the youth gritted his teeth, whipped out a hooked chain from his sleeve, latched it to the saddle, and yanked it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeled back the outer layer, revealing a gleaming golden interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This golden saddle is my offering, Big Brother—why go this far?” the youth didn’t finish; Chu Danqing cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, now we’ve got three thousand taels of gold,” Chu Danqing muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, the men were triggered—their gazes locked onto Xiong Zhigang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the great villain Xiong Zhigang!” the man laughed: “Fate’s handed me this windfall today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First the golden saddle, now gold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-clad youth was stunned—he hadn’t realized the man holding him was the infamous bandit Xiong Zhigang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiong Zhigang, I only want wealth,” the man gestured; his men tensed: “Hand it over, and today we pretend we never met.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re bandits,” Chu Danqing turned to the white-clad youth: “Then what are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black eats black?” Chu Danqing decided the youth wasn’t good either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a man, not a ‘what,’” the youth replied bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before more could be said, the men attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out—he’s the Mountain Ape Zhu Ding; his Push-Mountain Palm has few equals,” the youth cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these bandits won, his own life was forfeit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a deafening tiger’s roar, making ears ring and vision blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mottled tiger, limping, stepped slowly from behind Chu Danqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Push-Mountain Palm? What’s to fear? If they had Tiger-Taming Fist or something like it, I’d have to think about who to pick to kill them.” As Chu Danqing spoke, the Zhanji Tiger lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabao, unwilling to be outdone, activated his Rending Claws and struck simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1012,"2026-06-20T00:54:40.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e69622751c5d08c1d7d5e69afb0bc46f1002ab30804903902ea77f3ba59a8bde","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-89","dimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-chapter-87",305,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdimension-park-i-am-the-summoning-apostle-cover.jpg"]