[{"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-50":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},2312542,4520,"Chapter 50: Whose Will the True Yin Body Belong To! Jiang Ye","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>“I’ve grasped the blade’s momentum?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of shock, Jiang Ye’s aged face suddenly broke into an uncontrollable smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Moon Blade manual recorded that once a swordsman surpasses the Minor Mastery stage, he may awaken the blade’s momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The likelihood depends entirely on one’s innate understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with high innate understanding may attain sudden enlightenment in a single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with low innate understanding may train for ten years and still fail to reach the threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ugly man from the Seven Kill Cult trained his whole life, slashed countless heads, and barely awakened the blade’s momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Jiang Ye, who had trained only a few days, had already awakened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, such is the nature of extraordinary innate understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye glanced at his system panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastered Wu Gong: Five Animal Fist [Perfected] Blood Moon Blade [Minor Mastery, 3\u002F2000]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Blood Moon Blade had broken through Minor Mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s test the blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes; he set down the two thin twigs and turned back toward the wooden hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he stepped out the door, a gleaming curved blade in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he gripped it, Jiang Ye felt something different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, holding the blade had merely felt natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, holding it felt as if the blade were an extension of his own arm, a part of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was still the same blade, yet in his perception, it had grown lighter by a third and more agile by a third—as if a single thought could summon its light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the blade back into the herb garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, the crimson Tiankui herbs swayed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked slowly among them, his gaze like a hawk’s, scanning every inch of soil for a decent fire centipede to test the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet whether the previous slash had frightened them away or his luck was simply poor, after circling several times, he found only a few small ones, half a foot long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire centipedes emerged from the soil, still uneaten, as he plucked the leaves one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at their abdomens—the fire marks remained faint, no different from the earlier “trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of blade light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few fire centipedes didn’t even struggle before being severed cleanly in two by the blood-moon blade arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cuts were mirror-smooth, without a single uneven edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Jiang Ye stared at the severed corpses and shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These specimens weren’t even worthy of his full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Testing the blade? It revealed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze, and his eyes fell upon a small tree beside the herb garden, about a bowl’s width in trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree stood roughly a man’s height, its trunk straight, casting a faint shadow under the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stepped forward with the blade, halting three feet from the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a deep breath; his blood qi surged, the newly awakened blade momentum flowing silently into the curved blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the curved blade in his hand was no longer a blade—it was a true crescent moon rising from a sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint crimson glow rippled along the blade’s edge, carving a breathtaking arc through the moonlight toward the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing rush of air tore through the night’s silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A visible ripple of air, following the blade’s path, surged toward the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree, three feet away, suddenly split cleanly down its trunk—a mirror-smooth cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper half swayed slightly, then crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood with blade in hand, staring at the fallen trunk, his aged eyes gleaming with sharp light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade momentum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was blade momentum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three feet away—the blade hadn’t touched the tree, yet it had already split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly sheathed the blade, lowering his gaze to the curved blade in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured to himself, unsure whether he meant the blade, the technique, or the newly awakened momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling his blood qi gradually settle, Jiang Ye did not continue practicing; instead, he kept searching the herb garden for fire centipedes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the fire centipedes had finished feeding or his luck was simply off, he circled the garden several times and found not a single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was time; Jiang Ye never expected to find a top-tier fire centipede overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After wandering the garden a while longer, Jiang Ye shook his head slightly and returned to the wooden hut to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, dawn light faintly glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye rose as usual and practiced the Five Animal Fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Five Animal Fist was Perfected, practicing it more would still benefit this aging body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jiang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a clear, melodious voice came from nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye turned toward the sound and saw Wen Yueyao hurrying along the garden path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl wore no makeup today, her face bare, yet her bright eyes and white teeth shone even more vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long hair fluttered in the morning breeze, a few strands playfully brushing her cheeks, which she casually tucked behind her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her natural, unadorned beauty, paired with her usual sweet smile, held a uniquely captivating charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Wen, you’re up so early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye paused his fist forms and stepped forward, offering a polite smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! We cultivators must rise early!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yueyao stepped before him, laughing brightly, revealing a row of even teeth: “Besides, Master Jiang, you’re up early too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m old—I can’t sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled and shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wen Yueyao’s smile faded, replaced by a hint of apology:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jiang, there’s something… I owe you an apology for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, slightly embarrassed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you that once you joined the sect, I’d transfer my contribution points to you so you could quickly exchange for a Qi-Nourishing Method…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, her fair cheeks flushing faintly—clearly an uncommon moment of broken promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The sect master, to help me break through to Qi-Refining, secretly converted all my contribution points into pills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I may need some time before I can gather enough to transfer to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, the girl blushed awkwardly and lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye heard this and smiled faintly, waving his hand: “No matter. I’ve lived this long—I can wait a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His qi was perfectly concealed, and since he’d once assassinated Black Old Five with a surprise strike, Wen Yueyao had always assumed Jiang Ye was at the peak of Qi-Refining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must be eager to obtain the Qi-Nourishing Method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he was still only Qi-Refining Early Stage…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye estimated that, at his pace, reaching Qi-Refining Peak would take about a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yueyao’s “some time” was perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jiang, I’m truly sorry—I’ll gather the contribution points as soon as possible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Jiang Ye say it was fine, Wen Yueyao exhaled in relief, then solemnly assured him again and again she’d collect the sect contribution points quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye took the chance to ask how many contribution points were needed to exchange for a Qi-Nourishing Method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer stunned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To exchange for one Qi-Nourishing Method required a full thirty thousand contribution points!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his monthly stipend of one thousand points as an attendant, he’d need to save for two and a half years without spending a single point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is ridiculous—how can a Qi-Nourishing Method be this precious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sighed faintly and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi-Nourishing Methods are the sect’s core!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yueyao’s expression turned grave: “Each Qi-Nourishing Method represents a different path. Master Jiang, you’ll understand later—thirty thousand contribution points is not expensive at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting a while longer, Wen Yueyao hurried off, her expression urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, as a True Disciple, seemed quite busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye had planned to practice the Five Animals Fist in the morning while his spirit was fresh, then follow it with a bit of Blood Moon Blade training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could turn, he saw Lü Ming, that chubby little fellow, walking toward him along the herb garden path with two others, smiling broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Jiang, the steward!” Lü Ming called out from afar. “These two are fellow guards of the herb garden. They heard a new steward arrived at the Tiankui Grass plot and wanted to meet you. I took the liberty of bringing them along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the three had already arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s gaze swept over the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was a young man in his twenties, dressed in the attire of the Tianqing Sect, with a square face and well-proportioned features, yet radiating an air of gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Brother Fang Ming, assigned to guard the Yanxin Fruit herb plot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming introduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Ming lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at Jiang Ye, then gave a half-hearted bow, his voice so dull it was barely audible: “Greetings, Brother Jiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s expression remained unchanged; he gave a slight nod in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming pointed to the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a young woman, also dressed in Tianqing Sect robes, with an oval face—not stunning, but pleasing to look at over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes and brows carried a natural warmth; when she smiled, they curved into two crescent moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loose Tianqing Sect robe she wore clung tightly to her figure, her chest visibly full and rounded, her waist sharply slender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, beneath the fabric lay a body of exceptional curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Sister Chen Lili, assigned to guard the Earthfire Ginseng herb plot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili laughed heartily, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she studied Jiang Ye, her voice clear and pleasant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, Brother Jiang! I’ve been here in the herb garden so long, this is the first time I’ve seen a steward your age!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly giggled: “Seeing you feels just like seeing my grandfather—so warm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye, hearing this, couldn’t help but smile faintly on his aged face, returning the bow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too kind. This old man is new here; I look forward to your guidance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside, inviting the three inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, though the wooden hut was humble, the sect-provided tea and snacks were sufficient—he wouldn’t be embarrassed to offer guests anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four sat around the simple wooden table, eating and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lü Ming, that chatterbox, the atmosphere never cooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth opened like a floodgate—he talked from the weather in the herb garden to the habits of fire centipedes, then to gossip about the sect’s true disciples, never stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili was equally forthright; spurred on by him, she opened up even more, talking louder than Lü Ming, occasionally gesturing wildly—her loose steward’s robe could barely contain the undulations of her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sipped tea, listened with a smile, occasionally interjecting a word or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed that the gloomy Fang Ming said little, but his gaze kept drifting toward Chen Lili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A secret admirer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye shook his head slightly, a flicker of understanding in his aged eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used this idle chatter to learn more about the sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they talked, the conversation somehow turned to yesterday’s shocking news that had rocked the entire sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, yesterday the Tianqing Sect was in an uproar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming slapped his thigh, his face twisted with envy and resentment. “That new girl who just joined—Xu Qinghuan—she’s a True Yin Body! You’ve heard, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili rolled her eyes. “Of course we’ve heard—who hasn’t?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who took her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming paused for effect; seeing both of them watching him, he lowered his voice, feigning mystery: “Jin Chen Peak—Brother Jin Hai! The third-ranked true disciple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jin Hai?” Chen Lili’s eyes lit up. “That’s a legendary figure—they say he’s only twenty-five and already at the Golden Core realm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Lü Ming sighed. “And rumor has it their wedding date is already set—for three months from now...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed skyward, sighing deeply, his face radiating “If only I could replace him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili sighed too—but what she said next nearly made Jiang Ye choke on his tea: “What a pity! I hate that I’m a woman—I don’t have that thing! Otherwise...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough—cough...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, tea nearly spilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at Chen Lili—she spoke with complete confidence, not a trace of shame, as if discussing today’s menu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this girl is too bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye covertly glanced down at her lower body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pale, slender legs were tightly closed; a faint, sweet fragrance clung to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this girl was still a virgin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Ming, however, could no longer sit still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, his expression stern as he turned to Chen Lili, voice tinged with disapproval: “Lili, you’re a woman—how can you speak such vulgar, licentious words...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili rolled her eyes dramatically, utterly exasperated: “Fang Shidi, I’ve told you a hundred times—don’t call me Lili. Call me Sister!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, chin lifting slightly, her tone impatient:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, what I say is none of your business!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Fang Ming’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the hut grew slightly cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Lü Ming was quick-witted—he quickly laughed it off, steering the conversation elsewhere with jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the mood warmed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye held his teacup, listening as they chatted, silently processing the information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai—third-ranked true disciple, Golden Core cultivator, marrying Xu Qinghuan in three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down his teacup, feigning casual curiosity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard the True Yin Body only helps cultivators below the Golden Core realm break through. But Jin Hai is already Golden Core—what does he gain by taking Xu Qinghuan? Is it just her beauty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Jiang, you don’t understand,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming shook his head, looking as if he were explaining something obvious to an old fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The True Yin Body’s greatest value to Jin Hai isn’t breaking through—it’s purifying his body!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say if a man fully absorbs a True Yin Body, his physical strength increases dramatically!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Jiang Ye’s aged eyes suddenly flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been trying to practice the Golden Body Refinement Art these past days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his aged body had prevented him from even entering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bold, dangerous idea sprouted in Jiang Ye’s mind like wild grass.\u003C\u002Fp>",2376,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b52ab4fa4fd67d375f027ccb2eb49d8791b3e8ccdc9cea5c40e825f4ae36239d","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-51","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-49",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]