[{"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-267":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},2312759,4520,"Chapter 267: The Show Begins! (1)","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-267",267,"\u003Cp>“Jiang Elder?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Jiang Ye’s voice, Zheng Feng, who had just been frantic, suddenly felt the heavy stone hanging over his heart ease slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment ago, he had been agonizing over the decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jiang Elder didn’t come, he truly lacked the courage to attend this wedding banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he didn’t go, he feared the Tianqing Sect, which had only just secured its footing on Tianyangfeng, would be targeted by Jiang Chuxue, that venomous woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught between advance and retreat, Jiang Ye’s arrival was like a divine nail anchoring the sea, firmly calming his turbulent heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Jiang Ye appeared at the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Hui’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed cheerfully: “Jiang Elder, what good show are you taking my brother to see? I want to come too! You haven’t taken me out to play in ages!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zheng Feng’s expression instantly changed, his voice turning stern: “No! You can’t come this time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, attending Jiang Chuxue and Zheng Lin’s wedding today was like walking into a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, don’t take me then—so mean...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Hui pouted, wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew her limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her usually indulgent brother had suddenly become so serious—there must be a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn’t throw a tantrum; she simply pulled a sullen face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s gaze swept over the siblings, vaguely understanding Zheng Feng’s concerns, and he smiled faintly: “Xiao Hui, next time, I promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Hui nodded vigorously, giggling playfully: “I love Jiang Elder the most!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Feng sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead, then bowed formally to Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked down the mountain, one ahead of the other, unhurried and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Linzhou Upper Sect was busier than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zheng family’s wedding procession wound its way up from the Shanmen gate, vast and grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight strong men carried a golden-and-red eight-man palanquin, its surface embroidered with gold thread in the pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, shimmering brilliantly in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the procession stood two rows of musicians dressed in red, drums and gongs roaring, suona horns piercing the air—joyful music echoing from the outer gate all the way up to the mid-slopes of every peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, disciples of the Upper Sect stopped to watch, cramming both sides of the mountain path until not a single space remained, drawing countless eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder Zheng’s eldest son ranks fourth on the True Disciple List...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He actually got the wedding procession allowed inside the Upper Sect’s Shanmen...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen anything like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such talent, such family background—and now he’s won the beauty too. How enviable...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Zheng Lin marrying Jiang Chuxue, they’ll be a dual True Disciple couple—there probably isn’t another such pair in all of Linzhou...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems the power balance among the five great families of Linzhou’s metropolis will shift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Sect disciples chattered among themselves, their faces filled with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The male disciples envied Zheng Lin for winning Jiang Chuxue, the icy beauty with peerless talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female disciples envied Jiang Chuxue for marrying Zheng Lin, the Zheng family’s eldest son, whose talent and lineage were flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Lingshe Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Chuxue had already redone her makeup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bronze mirror, her face remained as cold and exquisite as ever; her swollen eyelids were concealed beneath thick powder, and her puffy lips were barely masked by dark lipstick—unless one looked closely, no flaw was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly rose, casting one final glance at her reflection—the cold, beautiful eyes now held not a trace of yesterday’s humiliation or despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a near-obsessive resolve remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, she would make everyone see just how glorious Jiang Chuxue could be!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the courtyard gate, the wedding music was faintly audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a deep breath, suppressing every unwanted emotion deep within, then adjusted the final golden tassel on her phoenix crown and stepped toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant her embroidered shoes crossed the threshold, her face wore the perfectly calibrated coldly elegant smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, a red carpet stretched out, wedding music ringing in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly half of Lingshe Peak was wrapped in a festive atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zheng family’s wedding procession stood grandly parked in the open space before the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front stood two rows of red-clad ceremonial guards, holding banners and wedding plaques, drums and gongs roaring, suona horns piercing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the procession, Zheng Lin rode a pure white steed, clad in a brilliant red wedding robe, a massive red silk flower pinned to his chest, enhancing his naturally sharp and handsome features with even greater radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand loosely held the reins, the other casually resting on his knee; as his gaze swept over the inner-disciple onlookers, a smile of aristocratic composure played on his lips, drawing frequent glances from the female disciples lining the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here he comes! Here he comes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of excited murmurs erupted from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin dismounted with swift, clean motion, the hem of his red robe slicing a sharp arc in the morning breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the red silk ribbon offered by his servant behind him and strode toward the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlooking disciples tiptoed and stretched their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the famed Jiang True Disciple’s splendor today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard gate slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Chuxue, supported by her maidservant, stepped slowly across the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phoenix crown, crimson veil, a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix—her red wedding gown shimmered in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her usually cold and exquisite face now rested a perfectly measured faint smile—neither overly warm nor coldly distant, flawlessly balanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of gasps rose from the crowd; even through the thin red veil, her noble, untouchable aura left everyone present breathless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin stood at the end of the red carpet, watching the woman slowly approaching him, his eyes flashing with unhidden triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had waited so many years—finally, this day had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This precious pearl, this thorny cold rose, was finally ripe for plucking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curve of his smile deepened further, and he laughed heartily: “Chuxue! Get in the palanquin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zheng Lin’s boisterous laugh, Jiang Chuxue’s mind involuntarily flashed back to scenes from last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she felt a near-instinctive wave of nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zheng Lin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She parted her crimson lips, her voice colder than ever before, laced with unprecedented chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chuxue!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Lin froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Jiang Chuxue had always affectionately called him “Lin-ge,” her voice cold yet carrying a subtle tenderness only he could sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To address him by his full name so sternly—this was the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought: today was their wedding day; she always valued dignity, so this solemnity was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His momentary confusion vanished instantly, replaced by his usual composed smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Chuxue walked slowly to Zheng Lin’s side, her wide wedding sleeves concealing her clenched fists.\u003C\u002Fp>",1162,"2026-06-20T12:57:28.689Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b3925f2d1dfc99185ec403ec209a7284320225c2f406f3e6a76235d879aadc35","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-268","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-266",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]