[{"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-60":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},2312552,4520,"Chapter 60: Can Xu Qinghuan Bully Liu Yiyi? Jiang Ye","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>“What? Fang Ming was killed by a fire centipede?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye pushed open the wooden door and stepped out swiftly, his aged face perfectly displaying a look of “shock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he’d heard some impossible tale, even his fingers tucked in his sleeves pausing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was merely to make his expression more convincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming shook his head and let out a long sigh, his round face brimming with lament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his hands, sighed again, then spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already warned Fang Ming, this fire centipede isn’t something to joke about—it’s a fiercely venomous creature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what did he do? All day long, he’s obsessed with Sister Chen Lili, his soul completely stolen—how could he listen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed again, his tone laced with complex regret: “Never thought... he didn’t even get to court her, and now he’s dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye said nothing, only nodded with a “grave expression,” then hurried with Lü Ming toward the Yanxin Fruit herb garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, Lü Ming kept rambling about Fang Ming’s usual antics; Jiang Ye occasionally murmured an acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the two arrived at the Yanxin Fruit herb garden, Elder Qin and Chen Lili were already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the garden, on the muddy ground, lay a corpse—it was Fang Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning light filtered through the leaves, falling upon his contorted face, making the pus-filled sores even more horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His death was extremely gruesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike ordinary poison victims whose skin turned purple or black, his entire body glowed with an eerie dark red, covered densely with pus-filled sores caused by fire poison, some already burst, oozing foul-smelling yellow fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was frozen in an expression of excruciating agony—mouth wide open, eyes bulging—as if he’d endured unimaginable torment before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled like claws, packed full of dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, in his final moments, he had struggled desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked deeply unsettling...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her usually bright eyes now brimmed with fear and pity, her lips trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lü Ming, upon seeing this gruesome sight, involuntarily drew in a sharp breath and stepped back half a pace, the color draining from his round face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood still, his gaze sweeping over the corpse, his expression still maintaining “gravity,” revealing not the slightest anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lingered for a moment on the deep, bone-exposing wound, and inwardly he nodded in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Huo’s bite was indeed severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qin, unusually, carried none of his signature alcohol scent; his face was stern, almost icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them arrive, he spoke in a low, grave tone, devoid of his usual drunkenness, cold and impersonal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve examined Fang Ming’s corpse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down and pointed to Fang Ming’s left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though he had many wounds from fire centipede bites...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The true fatal wound... was this one on his left ankle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three followed his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Fang Ming’s left ankle was a horrifying wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was deep enough to expose bone, all flesh torn away, revealing white bone fragments, the surrounding skin rolled and charred black—clearly ravaged by intense fire poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This...” Lü Ming’s eyes widened, “Can fire centipedes bite this hard? I’ve seen bitten victims before—just two small holes...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Chen Lili couldn’t help speaking, her voice tinged with lingering fear, “I’ve never seen one bite off such a large chunk of flesh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qin nodded gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve checked thoroughly—it was indeed inflicted by a fire centipede. But this particular one... is extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the three, his voice growing even lower:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This fire centipede isn’t just strong—it carries an extraordinary fire poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Ming’s internal organs have been burned through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even I have never seen a fire centipede this powerful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suspect... a Fire Centipede King may have entered this herb garden!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, all three froze, “A Fire Centipede King?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qin offered no further explanation, only warned sternly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Fang Ming’s lesson, you must all be extra cautious from now on. During night patrols, stay alert at all times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then softened slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But don’t panic. Though powerful, it’s still just an animal. With your Qi Condensation cultivation, as long as you’re careful, you can handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three responded in unison: “Yes, Elder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qin pointed to the surroundings and said to Lü Ming:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re now in charge of guarding the Yanxin Fruit herb garden. I’ll find new personnel as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he casually reached out, lifted Fang Ming’s body into the air, and strode out of the herb garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure vanished quickly at the end of the garden path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three stood in silence for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming scratched his head, full of lament: “That kid Fang Ming—ended up like this after all that licking? Truly...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Lili shot him a glare, irritable: “He’s dead, and you’re still making jokes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even as she spoke, she couldn’t help sighing, her gaze falling on the crimson herb field, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear, lament... and perhaps a hint of something indescribable... relief?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood quietly beside them, his aged face expressionless, only letting out a soft sigh—as if mourning Fang Ming’s untimely death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sigh was quiet, yet perfectly drifted into Lü Ming and Chen Lili’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder Jiang, you really are a man of humanity...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lü Ming and Chen Lili followed with their own sighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both could see Fang Ming had never treated Jiang Ye with any friendliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now that he’d been killed by venom, Jiang Ye still felt sorrow for his passing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, both felt a touch of respect for the old man’s character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few more brief words, the three parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Jiang Ye recalled the wounds on Fang Ming’s body, and his aged eyes flickered with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched the jade box in his sleeve, feeling through the walls Xiao Huo’s excited wriggling inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Huo’s performance exceeded my expectations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Qi Condensation cultivator killed in one bite...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This will be a formidable secret weapon against enemies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He softly praised the fire centipede; the jade box emitted a low hiss, as if responding to his approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled faintly and walked slowly downhill. Time to check on Yi Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Jiang Ye reached the edge of the outer gate training ground, he halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows knitted tightly, his gaze flashing like lightning toward the center of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a dense crowd of outer disciples had gathered, noise and shouts mingling—clearly, something had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some stood on tiptoe to peer inside, others whispered among themselves, some even wore excited grins, clearly enjoying the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the crowd finally parted, creating a narrow gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked up—and in the next instant, his expression changed drastically, his aged eyes suddenly blazing with chilling frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the training ground, a familiar figure staggered backward a few steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Liu Yiyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still wore her plain robe, but now her hair was disheveled, her breath shallow, her delicate face pale with unnatural pallor—clearly she’d suffered a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few strands of her long, straight black hair hung across her forehead, accentuating the icy pallor of her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest rose and fell slightly, her cold eyes fixed ahead, a flicker of anger burning deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite her stood several women, equally disheveled and panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading them was none other than Xu Qinghuan, the woman with the True Yin Body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her voluptuous cheek now blazed a bright red palm print—five fingers clearly defined, distinct in outline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by its small size, it was unmistakably from Liu Yiyi’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Yiyi, you bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan clutched half her face, her shrill scream piercing the air, her once-beautiful features twisted by rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one has ever dared strike my face! What are you?! I’m going to kill you today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So furious was she that her full chest heaved violently.\u003C\u002Fp>",1336,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","da5d273e53a47ca26a20114eb725a5ebf584c6112f09d8ec11a0072afbba4571","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-61","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-59",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]