[{"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-233":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},2312725,4520,"Chapter 233: Jiang Chuxue","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-233",233,"\u003Cp>Evil men are always punished by heaven...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Feng blinked slightly, a bitter self-mockery appearing on his furious face as he murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could such a thing really happen...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had imagined countless times what the scene would be like when he met Jiang Chuxue, that cruel woman again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality delivered a crushing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap between them had grown even wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gap was so vast it sent a chill through his heart, even stirring a faint, uncontrollable despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye extended his withered hand and patted Zheng Feng on the shoulder, smiling faintly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It will happen. Believe in my judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he withdrew his hand, clasped his hands behind his back, and stepped onto the winding mountain path, his pace calm as if nothing had just occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s go. It’s time to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the wound Jiang Chuxue had inflicted on Zheng Feng ran too deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wounds cannot be soothed by words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could offer Zheng Feng no further comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Zheng Feng witnessed with his own eyes the great mountain crushing his heart finally collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the resentment and bitterness he had accumulated over these years have any chance of true release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that day would not be far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Jiang...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Feng gazed at that still unhurried, serene back, his reddened eyes filled with deep admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memory, Elder Jiang always looked this way—unshaken even if the heavens fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when faced with Jiang Chuxue’s just now sharp, icy pressure, his aged face never changed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could possess such inner composure, he wouldn’t have been so furious, so humiliated upon seeing Jiang Chuxue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, nodded firmly, and followed Jiang Ye up the mountain path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they returned to the Tianyun Peak courtyard, night had fully fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sat cross-legged beside the Qingyan herb field, pulled out a bright red wedding invitation from his sleeve, and examined it under the moonlight for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it were printed two side-by-side names—Jiang Chuxue, Zheng Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard the name Zheng Lin more than once lately from Lu Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ranked fourth on the True Disciple List, the innate true disciple of Lingniu Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sect’s True Disciple List has an age limit—only disciples under forty may appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An innate martial artist under forty—such talent could dominate all of Linzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he’s the prodigy the Zheng family has nurtured for nearly a century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder if this prodigy can withstand pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye, perhaps recalling something, found his smile harder to suppress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he casually tucked the invitation into his sleeve, closed his eyes slowly, and began refining Earth True Gang .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingniu Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a spacious, luxurious courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shii! Shii! Shii!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade light sliced through the air, a crimson longsword carving sharp arcs beneath the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wielder wore a luxurious martial robe; his face bore a faint resemblance to Zheng Feng but was older, with more aggressive features and a menacing aura radiating from his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wielding the Lingniu Shaking Mountain Sword Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each slash felt as heavy as dragging a mountain; where the blade passed, a series of muffled sonic booms erupted in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard’s center stood a black iron stone half a person’s height, harder than refined steel—ordinary blades couldn’t even leave a mark on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin swung one sudden slash, pouring not a single bit of true Gang  into it—yet merely the blade’s momentum left a deep groove, several inches deep, on the iron stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light, agile footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin, your swordplay has improved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin didn’t need to turn to know who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sheathed his sword, tossed it casually onto the weapon rack, smiled, and turned toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a graceful figure stepped into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor was none other than Jiang Chuxue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve just become a true disciple—you’re busiest now, yet you still found time to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin gazed at the cold, exquisite face before him, his eyes flashing unhidden ardor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stay here tonight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Chuxue’s sharp, beautiful face broke into an ambiguous smile, her tone carrying just the right hint of reserve:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin, our wedding is in three months. We’ve waited this long—why rush this one moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to give you my most perfect self, without reservation, on that day!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a very clear-headed woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zheng Lin, a playboy who had seen countless beauties, the more reserved she acted, the more she stoked his desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, her own talent was a formidable asset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, despite years of thriving in the Zheng household, she remained a virgin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Zheng Lin didn’t feel displeased by her refusal—instead, he burst into hearty laughter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuxue, that’s exactly why I love you so much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this chaotic age, girls as pure and reserved as you are as rare as pearls...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him in high spirits, Jiang Chuxue lowered her voice slightly, sounding mysterious: Lin, I’ve prepared a special surprise for your wedding in three months!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh? A special surprise...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening: Then I’m even more eager now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianyun Peak, East Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye, seated cross-legged beside the Qingyan herb field, was now surrounded by a thick layer of celestial energy tinged with earthy yellow light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow wasn’t blinding, but heavy and profound, making him appear like a mountain stone untouched by a thousand years of wind and rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Jiang Ye’s breathing rhythm shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer breathed in celestial energy evenly—he compressed every ounce of it into the earth-yellow dantian, denying it any chance to exhale or renew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This compression lasted for a full incense stick’s time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, ancient pupils flashing with a deep, mountain-like brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the earth-yellow aura around him surged violently, bathing the entire Qingyan herb field in the glow of twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy, profound energy filled the air, pressing against the chest and making it feel slightly stifled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within his dantian, the earth dantian had fully transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously scattered true qi light had been compressed to its limit, replaced by a dense, inwardly radiant earth-yellow true Gang , slowly swirling like magma surging deep within the earth—steady and unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earth True Gang —achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, four of the Five Element True Gang  had been attained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye rose slowly, his heavy aura causing the entire Qingyan herb field to bow down in unison, as if an invisible hand had gently pressed down on their leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his left palm, and earth-yellow true Gang  surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It covered his withered hand and half his forearm, dense and solid as armor forged from gold and stone—just a glance made one feel utterly powerless to break it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right fingertip gathered a blindingly sharp golden true qi, then thrust sharply—the golden-white qi shot forth like a blade, striking hard against the earth-yellow true Gang  on his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft chime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current physical strength, the Bear Form’s “Old Bear Embracing Simplicity,” combined with the perfected Golden Body Art and this layer of Earth True Gang , his defense likely far surpassed the imagination of ordinary Gangqijing  martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the timing, it’s time to go down the mountain and retrieve my weapon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retracted his true Gang , straightened his robes, and walked slowly toward the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>",1261,"2026-06-20T12:57:28.689Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e63a000b1d9c84fde310f4c9192fb74a9af3991c5f9fe8b88273ae5875fc7085","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-234","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-232",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]