[{"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-21":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Don't Mock the Poor Old Man: Gains a Year of Cultivation Every Day!",{"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},2312513,4520,"Chapter 21","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood in the center of the private room, his remaining sanity like a candle in a gale, flickering desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled against the absurd, shocking scene before him, and the primal agitation surging uncontrollably within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived seventy years, weathered chaos, grown accustomed to life and death, convinced his spirit had been tempered into an ancient well—calm, unrippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this scene before him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two stumbling figures, on the verge of collapsing at any moment, were Liu Yiyi and Su Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their unnatural flush had spread to their necks, eyes glazed, long lost their usual cold composure and gentle grace, leaving only the disgraceful state fully unleashed by “Beauty’s Drunk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two women’s breaths no longer steadied, like drunken ones, blurred and hazy under the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jiang Ye, who prided himself on his iron will, now felt a dry throat, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing as he forcibly suppressed the sudden heat and inexplicable fluttering in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen Liu Yiyi—this woman he had known since childhood, forever cold as frost and snow—reveal such a radically different, heart-pounding demeanor that could stir any normal man’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Su Yan’s usual gentle smile had transformed into a soul-stealing grin, adding even greater impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill… kill me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Ye’s mind reeled, Liu Yiyi seemed to summon her last shred of clarity, squeezing out these four words from the depths of consciousness nearly drowned in haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was faint, broken, yet carried a chilling, heart-shaking resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a desperate plea to preserve her final dignity and purity amid utter humiliation and agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words, like a bucket of ice water, failed to fully quench the scorching air around him—but cleared Jiang Ye’s chaotic thoughts in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill Liu Yiyi? That was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not bring himself to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock them unconscious? With his current control over strength, he could easily accomplish that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, he rejected the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew no medicine, he had heard of the ferocity of “Beauty’s Drunk,” a brutal aphrodisiac.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If forcibly suppressed by unconsciousness, with no outlet or guidance, the violent drug energy would turn inward, scorching meridians, burning the foundations of organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mild cases would damage their cultivation; severe ones would cost their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either outcome contradicted his purpose in saving them—and would haunt him for the rest of his days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should he do!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat trickled silently from Jiang Ye’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he had been cornered into an unprecedented, scalp-crawling dilemma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only remaining solution seemed cruelly clear—to use yang to nourish yin, guide the drug’s energy, and save them… with his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was a seventy-year-old man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this appropriate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s face flushed crimson, even his earlobes burning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is utterly improper… I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye wrestled within, reason telling him this was the only way to preserve their lives and foundations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood frozen, experiencing for the first time what it meant to be so embarrassed his scalp prickled, caught between advance and retreat…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality gave him no more time to agonize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drug’s potency had reached its peak, completely drowning Liu Yiyi and Su Yan’s last vestiges of reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final flicker of struggle in their eyes vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft, intoxicating sound slipped from Su Yan’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures, their fragrant scents long restrained, now burst forth with intoxicating allure, uncontrollable as moths diving into flame or vines entwining, lunging violently toward the frozen Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye was caught off guard—or rather, his lingering hesitation left him too slow to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lean but remarkably upright frame was struck full-force; all three lost balance and tumbled backward, crashing onto the plush, thick carpet of the private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye lay on his back, pupils slightly contracted, sighing inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up slightly, checking their condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Yiyi drank little tea; the drug hasn’t penetrated deep into her organs. Knocking her unconscious and applying cold water should partially counteract the poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye made his decision in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Su Yan, the drug had sunk into her bones and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye couldn’t help sighing again, his eyes filled with helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About an hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quiet private room had settled again, save for the faint whistling of lake wind through the broken wall hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye straightened his aged back, rising with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiang Ye’s aged eyes glimmered an extremely complex emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined that a man who had lived alone for seventy years would ever experience such fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have guessed that the brightest jewel in the Martial Academy was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even a whisper of this leaked, not just Anxi County, but the entire Zhou Kingdom’s romantic legends and martial anecdotes would dedicate a whole page to this old gatekeeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the scenes just now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s eyes held not only satisfaction but a trace of lingering dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his Five Animals Fist was a health-preserving art; otherwise, his old bones might have been left here today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This “battle” had been perilous indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They are both cultivators, with vigorous blood and qi, far stronger than ordinary women—they may awaken at any moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye forced himself to calm down, swiftly analyzing the situation, brows furrowed, “When they wake, facing this scene… facing me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not imagine how Liu Yiyi’s icy gaze would return to clarity, or how Su Yan’s gentle smile would turn to shock and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How should he face them? Explain? Apologize? Or silently endure the possible torrent of rage and killing intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cannot stay here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, he decided—to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not to flee entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For their safety, he would not go far, hiding nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone dared approach, he would strike immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye bent down, moving as gently as possible, redressing the unconscious Liu Yiyi and Su Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he carefully inspected the damaged door and wall hole, listening intently to the surroundings, triple-checking that no outsiders would approach the secluded waterside pavilion in the near term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All arranged, he cast one final glance at the two exquisite women, sleeping side by side on the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingers a moment on Liu Yiyi’s face—still, even in sleep, unmistakably elegant—and his expression grew inscrutable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bizarre, absurd thought flashed unbidden through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold outside, hot within.\u003C\u002Fp>",1074,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fde1ddd24b86b8b9a90f4fcc8a63b9674a1bb0dc95ce1d429059e50e7527f0bf","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-22","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-20",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]