[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult":3,"chapter-don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Don't Mock the Poor Old Man: Gains a Year of Cultivation Every Day!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2312493,4520,"Chapter 1: Suffered Seventy Years, Ascend the Divine Stairway!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Zhou Country, Linzhou, Anxi County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winter wind cut like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the gate of Qingshi Martial Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man, please, let me in to meet Master Liu. Since childhood, I’ve been stronger than others—I’ve never lost a fight in the village. Everyone says I have a good physique, born for martial arts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the headmaster sees me, he’ll surely take me as his disciple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I master martial arts, I’ll never forget your kindness in introducing me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, yellow-faced youth in tattered clothes pleaded desperately to an elderly man with white hair and beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice: “Go home. You’re too old. The academy’s rule is to accept only students under sixteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m... only two years over...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth’s throat tightened, each word hard-won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder slowly shook his head and said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth stood frozen, lips parting, then left with a face full of resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the youth’s retreating figure, the elder sighed softly, a trace of melancholy in his cloudy eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, he too had been turned away at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder’s name was Jiang Ye, a transmigrator—though his experience was tragic, the very shame of transmigrators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first transmigrated, he believed his two-lifetime experience would let him rise to the peak of life, even starting as a lowly commoner in this alien world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then reality taught him his place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world revered martial strength, so he sought to learn martial arts and become someone above others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the academy’s tuition was exorbitant—common folk simply couldn’t afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to earn money first, only to discover that for a lowly commoner, business had only one outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small-scale trade lasted no more than three days; by day five, thugs and officials would target him. If his business improved slightly, hoodlums surrounded his stall, clerks demanded bribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he refused to “be sensible,” his stall would be smashed and goods scattered overnight—common enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over those years, he tried everything, endured every hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he’d saved enough for academy tuition, he was already twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twenty, his bones and sinews had already hardened—he was past the age for martial training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reputable martial academy would accept such an “overage” student—unless he paid extra, and a great deal extra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But where could he get that money?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he truly understood: in this world, a commoner with no connections had almost no chance of rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The days that followed were spent in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seasons passed, years slipped by, until the winter of his fiftieth year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, as usual, he climbed the mountain to chop firewood, and deep in the barren woods, he stumbled upon a bloody man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was covered in wounds, his breath faint, collapsed among jagged rocks, barely clinging to life—it was Liu Qingshi, later headmaster of Qingshi Martial Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye didn’t hesitate—he carried the man back to his leaky straw hut, saved his rations, gathered herbs, and tended to him day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recovering, Liu Qingshi insisted on repaying him with a fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having struggled for decades in this world, he knew too well: a powerless, weak commoner suddenly becoming rich was like a child walking through a crowded market with gold—he’d invite disaster, not fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Liu Qingshi established himself in Anxi County and opened Qingshi Martial Academy; Jiang Ye became its gatekeeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty years had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time flies—I’m already seventy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked down at his wrinkled hands and murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventy years since transmigration—alone, with nothing to show for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had accepted his fate; he just didn’t know how many more years he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line of small characters suddenly appeared before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Destiny: Ascend the Divine Stairway】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Effect 1: Extraordinary Comprehension—Martial Path Has No Bottlenecks; One Day of Cultivation Equals a Year of Others’ Effort】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Effect 2: Unlocked】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The characters remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, he slowly drew in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before death, a golden finger appeared?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hunched back snapped straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day’s cultivation equals a year of others’...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant his seventy-year-old body, ravaged by time and frost, now held terrifying potential to reverse the flow of years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the bottlenecks and barriers that terrified ordinary martial artists might now lie flat before him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought his life at seventy had reached its end—but now, it was a second spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in this world, reaching certain martial realms extended one’s lifespan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye had once heard Liu Qingshi say that reaching the True Qi realm allowed one to live two full lifespans without illness or disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current cultivation potential, once he began training, not even True Qi was out of reach—higher realms were within sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need a good excuse to start training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye forced down his racing emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that given his relationship with Liu Qingshi, the man would likely agree if he asked to train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a seventy-year-old, near-death old man suddenly requesting to train? It was deeply strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their bond was strong, the system could never be revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Lao, thinking about something so deeply?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint fragrance drifted from behind, interrupting Jiang Ye’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye turned to see a young woman standing a few steps away, dressed in a fitted green lotus martial robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin outshone snow, her features like a painted scroll, her black hair loosely tied with a white jade hairpin—Su Yan, an inner-court disciple of the academy and the eldest daughter of the Su family of Anxi County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Su,” Jiang Ye bowed slightly. “Did your training end early today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, there were guests at home, so I returned early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yan smiled faintly and handed Jiang Ye a sealed box of delicate pastries. “Extra snacks—take them if you don’t mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wealthy young lady, she often brought pastries to the academy for tea breaks; if she forgot to eat them after training, she’d give them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Su, you’re so generous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled warmly as he accepted the mung bean cake, watching Su Yan’s graceful figure depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently opened the box—the pastries were exquisitely made, fragrant and inviting. He picked one up, slowly placed it in his mouth, savoring its sweet, delicate texture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind grew active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already decided on his excuse to begin training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The academy is too crowded now—I’ll wait until closing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye felt at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d endured seventy years—what was a little longer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the afternoon, several more groups arrived seeking martial training, all dismissed with a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having guarded the gate for twenty years, his eyes had grown as precise as a ruler—he could judge at a glance whether a visitor exceeded the age limit, could afford the tuition, or merely clung to false hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet among today’s visitors, several were emaciated, spoke in mixed dialects—refugees from afar, their eyes filled not just with longing, but with desperate fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even refugees are coming to the martial academy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye leaned against the gatepost, watching the last one limp away, his brow tightening as he murmured: “The world is growing increasingly unstable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived too long, seen too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhou Country now suffered frequent natural disasters and rampant banditry; the people were displaced—clear signs of a dynasty’s end, dragons and snakes rising from the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such chaotic times, martial strength became ever more vital.\u003C\u002Fp>",1262,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","56afc25bc5dfe1abfff4e658a0dd699439db7cf3d6622a8fa609886800c4b9a0","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-2",null,268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]