[{"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-29":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},2312521,4520,"Chapter 29","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>“Leave the Martial Academy?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian froze, his pupils contracting violently, his face shifting through a dozen expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he came from the countryside and acted naively, he understood the weight of the words “leave one’s sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world where martial power reigned supreme and teacher-student bonds were sacred, betraying one’s master meant, at best, being despised, at worst, shunned by all fellow cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere, it was an unforgivable sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively wanted to shake his head and refuse, but then he remembered he had already offended Liu Yiyi and Su Yan—living inside the academy now meant constant dread...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of conflict passed through Hu Tian’s eyes; he lowered his voice: “Brother Zhang Xu, this… this isn’t right…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the struggle on Hu Tian’s face, Zhang Xu knew there was still room to sway him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s not right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xu forced out a breath, his voice hoarse and soft, yet each word like a poisoned nail, slow and deliberate, driving into the cracks of Hu Tian’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My feud with Qing Shi Martial Academy is already a dead knot—no need to mention it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just consider how you’re treated here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what kind of treatment a cultivator with your talent would receive in another martial hall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian blinked, instinctively shaking his head: “I’m not sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xu gritted his teeth against the pain and forced out a cold smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In any other martial hall, a disciple with your talent would’ve been taken as the master’s final disciple long ago—tuition waived, elixirs supplied endlessly, status and standing utterly different!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his gaze clinging to Hu Tian’s face like spider silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you? Has Qing Shi Martial Academy ever given you any special treatment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Hu Tian’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled when he first mastered fist techniques, and Liu Qingshi had gifted him a bottle of Blood-Replenishing Pill—he’d thought it was meant solely for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Shi Lei, with his mediocre roots, also mastered fist techniques, he received the same bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he realized: as a top-tier talent, he’d received no special treatment at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of resentment surfaced on Hu Tian’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new emotion, like an underground current, rose silently in his heart, washing away the faint remnants of reverence and gratitude he’d once held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xu caught that flicker of resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t press further; instead, he slumped weakly back onto the pillow, his voice softening, carrying the weary sincerity of an elder brother:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu Tian, I’m not asking you to forget your debts. I’m just… saddened for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed lightly twice; fresh red stains spread across his chest bandages, stark and alarming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian’s heart tightened; he unconsciously took half a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xu continued, speaking softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know Ji Quan Martial Hall, right? My father has some ties with its master. If you leave Qing Shi Martial Academy and join Ji Quan, I guarantee your treatment will be better—not worse—than here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ji Quan Martial Hall?!” Hu Tian’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of training in the academy, he was no longer the ignorant country boy he’d once been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that in Anxi County, Ji Quan Martial Hall was the strongest and most renowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Ji Quan housed two Hua Jing martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could enter Ji Quan through Zhang Xu’s introduction, his future would indeed shine brighter than staying in Qing Shi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xu added one final spark: “Brother Hu Tian, I treat you like my own brother. If you join Ji Quan, besides the hall’s rewards, my family will also provide you with cultivation resources!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Hu Tian could no longer resist the temptation—he nodded firmly: “Brother Zhang Xu, I’ll follow your advice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhang Xu, sprawled on the bed, finally revealed a chilling smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the Qing Shi Martial Academy were already locked in a life-or-death feud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luring away a talented disciple like Hu Tian would weaken Qing Shi and strengthen his own position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect two birds, one stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing Shi Martial Academy, the Su family—I will never forgive you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hatred burned fiercely in Zhang Xu’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Liu Yiyi and Su Yan had been within his grasp—yet that white-haired elder had shattered all his hopes with a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed without doubt that the white-haired elder was the Su family’s secret bodyguard assigned to Su Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, his new goal: at any cost, destroy Qing Shi Martial Academy and the Su family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye didn’t expect the first person to arrive at the academy today would be Hu Tian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be that after yesterday’s breakthrough into Ming Jing, he’s decided to train harder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye lifted his eyelids slightly, watching Hu Tian sprint toward him from afar; his aged eyes flickered with unusual interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Hu Tian’s face: three parts anxiety, three parts struggle, and a touch of resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian clearly had no intention of greeting Jiang Ye; his steps were unusually swift, and he crossed the academy’s main gate in mere strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come early today precisely to speak with Liu Qingshi before the other disciples arrived, while the academy was empty, to declare his wish to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, for some reason, as soon as he stepped into the inner courtyard, the resolve and courage he’d mustered yesterday seemed to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He procrastinated until afternoon, finally gathering enough courage to stand before Liu Qingshi’s study door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep voice came from within; Hu Tian took a deep breath and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Hu Tian, did you come to ask about a difficulty in your fist techniques?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him, Liu Qingshi lifted his head slightly and asked gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Liu… I… I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Liu Qingshi’s gaze, Hu Tian trembled, nearly fleeing in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he remembered the bright future awaiting him at Ji Quan, and Zhang Xu’s kindness—he forced himself to speak: “I want to leave Qing Shi Martial Academy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, he dropped his head, Buganzaikanliuqingshideyanjing , his body trembling, fearing Liu Qingshi might strike him down in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard rumors: in other martial halls, disciples who tried to leave their masters without cause were beaten into cripples…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finished speaking, silence fell in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi did not erupt as he’d feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the boy before him—his gaze not sharp, not even disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you wish to leave the academy? Can you give me a reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi studied Hu Tian with deep eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I feel this place might not suit me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian swallowed hard, reciting the excuse he’d rehearsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi shook his head noncommittally, then asked again: “Are you truly certain you want to leave Qing Shi Martial Academy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could guess Hu Tian’s sudden desire to leave was tied to Zhang Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he didn’t want such a promising disciple to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the boy truly wished to leave, and his heart was no longer here, he wouldn’t hold him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Tian swallowed again, his voice trembling: “I’m certain…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A disciple’s voice rang from outside: “Hu Tian, your sister brought you food!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","747dbd94bca555c4f695de40839df65e2cff18db18d08459f6cd81ba9845c550","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-30","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-28",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]