[{"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-35":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},2312527,4520,"Chapter 35","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>“The Director wants to see me about something important?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that cold, clear female voice outside the door, Jiang Ye’s aged eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked no further, rose slowly, opened the worn wooden door, and followed Liu Yiyi through the moonlit courtyard toward the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the study, candlelight flickered, casting a dim golden glow over every object in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi sat upright behind the desk, his expression solemn, a heavy burden etched into his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him sat a graceful, mature woman, perfectly composed—Liu Qingshi’s wife, Huang Xiyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze lingered on Jiang Ye for a moment, flickered twice, then lowered, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director, Lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering, Jiang Ye bowed slightly to the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Jiang, sit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi raised a hand slightly, gesturing for him to take a seat beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Jiang Ye was seated, he took a deep breath and spoke with grave seriousness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I called you here so late because there’s something major to discuss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his eyes fixed on Jiang Ye’s face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve probably heard the rumors about the fall of Lushan County this morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye gave a slight nod. “I caught snippets from the martial academy students’ chatter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Jiang, based on the information I’ve received, the rumors circulating in the city aren’t just true—they’re even worse than that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi’s face grew even heavier as he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This afternoon, Su Chen, head of the Su family, came to consult with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He plans to relocate his entire household to Fucheng before the chaos spreads to Anxi County.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucheng is guarded by the Tianqing Sect—no matter how bad things get, it won’t fall into chaos there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve thought long and hard...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And in the end, I’ve decided to go with the Su family to Fucheng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke these words, a faint trace of reluctant sorrow crossed Liu Qingshi’s solemn face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had settled in Anxi County, founded the Qingshi Martial Academy, and built his life here for twenty years—leaving now was naturally agonizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Liu Yiyi’s future and his wife’s safety, he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, when chaos came, even a Hua Jing martial artist like himself couldn’t remain untouched, let alone protect others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Fucheng?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s aged eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Liu Qingshi had summoned him in the dead of night—this was truly major.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also felt a quiet warmth: Liu Qingshi clearly intended to take him along, not abandon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director, I’ll follow your orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye bowed his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Pack your things tomorrow. We leave at dawn the day after.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye bowed again, then slowly withdrew from the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the gatehouse, he lit the oil lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the edge of the hard bed, Jiang Ye’s aged face showed an unusual complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived in Anxi County for decades—suddenly leaving stirred genuine reluctance in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked out the window: moonlight spilled like water over the martial academy’s main gate he’d opened for twenty years, over the mossy stone path he’d swept for twenty years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh... maybe I’ll have a chance to return someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head gently, brushing aside the emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What good was reluctance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death loomed above him—a pressure like a blade at his throat—leaving no room for pointless sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The journey to Fucheng will be long, and safety is far from guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know this: dangers outside the city are no less than within—refugees, bandits, mountain lords ruling their own domains—they’re everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why the townsfolk didn’t flee when chaos came: the outside was deadlier, impossible to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a world that devours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people without strength can barely take a single step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before we leave for Fucheng, I must break through to Hua Jing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s eyes darkened with resolve as he murmured to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more ounce of strength meant one more ounce of assurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his robe, pulled out a Blood-Replenishing Elixir, and swallowed it slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the searing medicinal heat spread through his body, he resumed the Five Animal Stance and began practicing the fist form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiger crouches, Deer dashes, Bear leans, Ape climbs, Bird soars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement flowed with intent, body following mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Animal Fist proficiency +5!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Animal Fist proficiency +5!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five Animal Fist proficiency +5...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how long he’d trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing medicinal heat in his body gradually settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the once-distinct Ming Jing and An Jing began to undergo a strange transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They no longer clashed and alternated—they flowed like two ancient rivers, finally converging at a single point, slowly merging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard and soft united!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s movements grew simultaneously swift and slow, heavy and light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five forms—Tiger, Bear, Ape, Deer, Bird—began to fuse into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tiger’s ferocity carried the Bear’s weight; the Bear’s weight concealed the Ape’s agility; the Ape’s agility held the Deer’s lightness; the Deer’s lightness dissolved into the Bird’s grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those seventy-year-old eyes blazed with piercing light, like twin swords drawn from their scabbards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tendons and bones rang out in a continuous, thunderous crackle—“Crack! Crack! Crack!”—the sound echoing through the cramped gatehouse, making the window frames tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Ming Jing and An Jing had fully merged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new force, like a butterfly breaking from its cocoon, began to circulate through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye felt his frame lighter, freer, more agile than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed open the door and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, the courtyard was silent, the grass and trees still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, picked up a withered yellow leaf from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaf was brittle, curled, crumbling at the slightest touch, weightless as air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched it between two fingers, focused his intent—and the new force flowed into it like a quiet stream, invisible and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he flicked his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, piercing whistle tore through the night’s stillness like an arrow splitting the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brittle, crumbling leaf became a dart forged of iron, tracing a path too swift for the eye to follow, slamming into a green stone ten paces away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaf sank completely into the stone, leaving only a short stub of its petiole protruding, trembling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the petiole, fine cracks spread across the stone’s surface like a spider’s web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Jiang Ye’s aged eyes glowed with a fierce, satisfying smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers, leaves—anything can become a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is Hua Jing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1093,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","42b100b71a16682b0472eafaaca1fd60396950155d168bba71ba317a42a09d6f","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-36","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-34",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]