[{"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-234":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},2312726,4520,"Chapter 234: Iron Ox Returns to Tianyunfeng!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-234",234,"\u003Cp>Linzhou, the great city, eastern district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man clad in plain gray robes stepped slowly into the Forging Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muscular attendant hurried forward to greet him, but halfway through his question, Jiang Ye cut him off calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Master Huang Gang here? I’m here to collect my weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant nodded rapidly: “Master Huang is here. I’ll go call him for you right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he ran off toward the back hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a loud, hearty laugh echoed from behind the hall:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, Old Man, you’re here early!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang strode over to Jiang Ye’s side, his face, permanently reddened by furnace heat, beaming with confidence: “Your weapon is done. Come with me and take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded slightly and followed Huang Gang through the front hall into a dedicated weapon-forging workshop behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furnace still held residual heat; the air carried the sharp, charred scent of quenched iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang stopped before the third wooden rack and pointed: “Old Man, do you find this weapon satisfactory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye followed Huang Gang’s finger and his eyes instantly brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, resting on the rack, was a dark-black staff, over eight feet long and roughly a fist in thickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff’s surface gleamed with a deep, subdued luster under the furnace light—like abyssal tungsten iron: unobtrusive, yet radiating an undeniable, extraordinary presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and ran his hand along the shaft. A fine, intricate pattern was engraved along its center, providing grip without digging into the palm or slipping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At both ends, dark-gold metal rings encircled the staff, adding further lethal sharpness to its already heavy, grounded momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang explained beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Man, the pattern along the shaft ensures a firmer grip; the end rings enhance impact force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t underestimate these rings—when you strike with this staff, the power...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang was indeed the master smith Zheng Feng recommended—his craftsmanship was superb, and every detail was thought through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, he was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang studied Jiang Ye’s impassive old face and internally fretted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why doesn’t this old man show any expression?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he satisfied or not? At least give some reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cleared his throat: “Old Man, is this weapon to your liking...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though confident in his skill, he knew exceptions existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jiang Ye was dissatisfied, he could still reforge it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye replied coolly: “It looks acceptable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang exhaled inwardly: “Then try it out—see if it feels right in your hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye gripped the staff, his fingers sinking into the grooves of the grip pattern—perfectly balanced, neither too thick nor too thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted it sharply—the eight-foot tungsten iron staff rose from the rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung it casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhhh—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, piercing whistle tore through the air, as if the very atmosphere had been shattered by the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled faintly, a hint of satisfaction glinting in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a staff felt entirely different from using a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he had cultivated the Blood Moon Blade Art, his previous black longsword always felt too heavy, unwieldy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, reforged into this tungsten iron staff, the weight remained unchanged, yet it no longer felt burdensome—instead, he Yinyin  felt it might be better if it were even heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Man is pleased!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Ye effortlessly swing the heavy tungsten iron staff with one hand, Huang Gang’s eyes widened in surprise, then he burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew better than anyone how heavy this staff was—ordinary Golden Core cultivators struggled to lift it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this old man wielded it as if it were straw—clearly no ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye hefted the tungsten iron staff in his hand, then tilted his head slightly: “Master Huang, can this iron staff be made heavier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heavier?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This staff’s weight was already terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were made heavier...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this old man planning to use an iron staff to crush people?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retained his professional restraint and did not voice his shock outright, instead speaking gravely: “Old Man, if we could add more tungsten iron, the staff’s weight could increase further. But with the materials you provided, this is already the maximum I could forge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tungsten iron...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye paused, then looked up: “Do you have any here? I’ll pay for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang spread his hands helplessly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Man, tungsten iron is a celestial material. Even our Forging Hall doesn’t get much—let alone the entire Linzhou City, which may see only a few ounces a year. Any small stock that appears is snatched up immediately by powerful clans. No one holds onto it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only the upper sect’s treasure vault might have some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The upper sect’s treasure vault...” Jiang Ye’s eyes darkened slightly, then he nodded: “I’ll come back when I have tungsten iron.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Gang laughed heartily: “Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, crafting an excellent weapon was already a joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tungsten iron staff already held the potential—add more tungsten iron, and it might become a true legendary weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye paid fifty thousand taels in labor fees, rewrapped the tungsten iron staff in cloth, slung it over his shoulder, and turned to leave the Forging Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianyunfeng, East Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waterfall cascaded from the cliff’s edge, mist swirling and refracting a faint rainbow in the afternoon sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had been Liu Qingyu’s favorite place for solitary cultivation lately—now disturbed by an unwelcome visitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Kun’s massive, ox-like frame stood planted on the green rock beside the waterfall, blocking the entire view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark face wore a self-satisfied, overly tender expression; his copper-bell eyes blazed with unhidden ardor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yu, you know my heart better than anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’ll be with me, I’ll get you anything you want!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What you need most right now is primordial qi...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll get it for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingyu felt nausea rise from her stomach; her exquisite face hardened into frost:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, I’ll find primordial qi myself. No need for your help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must cultivate. If you have nothing else, please leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the first time she had dismissed him—yet each time, he returned like stubborn glue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liu Qingyu once again dismiss him so coldly, Zhang Kun’s face, once plastered with false affection, slowly turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>",1048,"2026-06-20T12:57:28.689Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bd5ce98b341411f354cfec61625c6e36e4ef6a311cc03c3bb27aa910af990aaf","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-235","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-233",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]