[{"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-57":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},2312549,4520,"Chapter 57: Inspire Shi Lei! Blood Moon Slashes a Man!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-57",57,"\u003Cp>Shi Lei sweated profusely in the courtyard, his fists whipping through the air with a howling wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed red, his jaws clenched tight; each punch landed heavier than the last, as if trying to pour out every ounce of pent-up rage and bitterness onto the innocent wooden dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled explosion, utterly profound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden dummy, forged from hard timber and thicker than an ordinary man’s waist, cracked open with a horrifying fissure from his punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood chips flew in all directions; the post swayed, groaning under unbearable strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lei gasped for breath, fists hanging limp at his sides, knuckles streaked with blood—he felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only felt a fire burning in his chest, scorching him with restless frustration, driving him to the edge of madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before coming to Fucheng, he had been full of passion, believing he could finally spread his wings, follow Master Liu, and walk farther on the path of martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon arriving in Fucheng, he learned a devastating truth from Master Liu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man who had awakened him in his darkest hour—Jiang Lao—had vanished during that night’s refugee assault…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was never found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never got to kneel, never got to thank him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his most respected Master Liu and closest brother Zhao Jing lay wounded, medicated and bedridden, beaten by those so-called “Kanglin Three Wolves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what of him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely Mingjin—he didn’t even have the qualification to fight another soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was stand in the courtyard, venting his fury on a wooden dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The usually composed man now hated his own helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the study, where dim lantern light flickered, faint muffled coughs drifting through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and stopped training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared his noise might disturb his brother and master’s recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his footsteps, slipping silently out of the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lei passed through several quiet alleys, finally halting beneath an ancient locust tree, wide enough for several men to encircle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place was empty, silent except for the whisper of wind through the leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed the starting stance of Bingshan Fist, lowered his waist, bent his knees, twisted his hips—only a few punches in when faint footsteps sounded behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around, fist still extended, eyes sharp with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man in plain gray robes approached calmly, unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lei’s gaze locked onto the old man—his heart jolted—“Jiang Lao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in an instant, he shook his head, banishing the absurd thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old man bore no resemblance to Jiang Lao except for his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lei lowered his eyes, about to look away—when the old man passed beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, your fistwork is impressive. You’ll amount to something great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was aged and calm, yet carried a steadying warmth, like an elder’s casual praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing it, Shi Lei’s heart jolted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew this man was not Jiang Lao, he felt as if he’d been praised once more by that old man of days past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he was dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the figure was about to vanish at the alley’s mouth did he snap back to reality, bowing deeply toward that direction, voice trembling with emotion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Old Man, for your praise!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed through the empty alley, startling a few birds from the treetops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silhouette showed no pause, continuing unhurriedly until it vanished from his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Lei straightened, staring at the empty alley mouth—suddenly, the heavy gloom that had choked his chest for days had lifted, half gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place, a scorching drive surged through his veins, boiling and alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will become stronger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a deep breath, turned, and resumed the Bingshan Fist stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This punch launched—not with rage or agitation, but with unwavering resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell. In a side chamber deep within the Ding family estate, candles burned bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three burly, broad-shouldered men sat around a wine table, clinking cups, reeking of alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were strikingly similar—thick brows, wide mouths, heavy jowls—the infamous “Kanglin Three Wolves” of Fucheng’s Hua-jin circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Qingshi looked quiet and unassuming, but turns out he’s got some backbone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest downed a gulp of liquor, wiped his lips, and laughed loudly: “Too bad his fists are hard—when faced with us three brothers, he’s only fit to be beaten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second chuckled, his eyes glinting with lust: “Too bad we didn’t kill the old bastard today. Otherwise… hehe, I’d be savoring his wife’s flavor right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He licked his lips, savoring the memory: “You didn’t see her—hmm, a forty-year-old woman, kept herself looking like she was barely thirty, and her figure? More alluring than any girl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially that ass…” He gestured with his hands, face twisted in lewd delight, “Big as a millstone—when she sways, it could steal a man’s soul!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third, who’d been eating meat, perked up instantly, dropping his bone and fixing his pea-sized eyes with lust: “Really that good? Second brother, you’re drunk and seeing things!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seeing things? My eyes? I’ve never mistaken a woman in my life!” The second slammed the table. “That woman stands there—her ripe, mature allure… hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third licked his lips, thrilled: “Then we’ve got to work faster—kill that Liu bastard soon! Then I’ll get my turn to savor his wife!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest, fired up by his brothers’ words, downed another drink and roared with laughter: “Damn it, you two got me hot too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down his cup, eyes gleaming with the same lewdness: “The young master’s coming to reward us soon—when he arrives, make him take us to ‘Zuixiang Pavilion’ to cool off! He’s paying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder brother, brilliant!” The second and third laughed together, raising their cups and draining them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap. Tap. Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock sounded—neither loud nor soft, perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, the young master’s here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third leapt to his feet, grinning as he headed for the door, muttering: “This young master’s finally learned manners—knocking now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest in the center frowned, sensing something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That spoiled brat—when did he start knocking before entering?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third, wait—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words had barely left his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third had already opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing, razor-sharp whistle of air exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No young master stood outside—only a blade of blood-red light, slashing straight toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s glow was ghastly, exquisite—a crescent moon risen from a mountain of corpses and blood, carrying suffocating killing intent, descending without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter—smooth, flawless, no resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced cleanly through the third’s crown, straight down—passing his nose, lips, jaw, neck, chest, abdomen—splitting him cleanly from head to crotch into two perfect halves.\u003C\u002Fp>",1134,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","154dbf821b1adc25e284f42ad3748eefdb26678538df0c55a2d3eb610365b6fd","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-58","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-56",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]