[{"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-64":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},2312556,4520,"Chapter 64: Wretched Girl! I Need You to Assist My Cultivation!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>「Mmm!!!」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mouth was suddenly clamped shut, and Xu Qinghuan’s heart jolted—she instinctively screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that withered hand gripped her lower face like an iron clamp, crushing every sound into her throat, turning it into silent sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly, flailing her arms—but the hand didn’t budge an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt her jawbone groaning under unbearable pressure, as if it would shatter any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, she was on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dazzling eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Jinchen Peak! The courtyard of the True Disciple Jin Hai! A core sect stronghold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could anyone dare break in? How could anyone even get in?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She strained with all her strength to turn her head and see her attacker’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the other hand pressed firmly against the back of her neck, pinning her like a chick about to be slaughtered, leaving her utterly immobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her strength vanished against that hand, as if swallowed by the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a hoarse yet vaguely familiar voice whispered slowly beside her ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Want to speak? Want to see my face? No problem—I’ll satisfy you.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was calm, unhurried, as if chatting over tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「But to prevent you from screaming irrationally later, I must give you a lesson you won’t forget.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he finished speaking, Xu Qinghuan’s body froze rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt it—two fingers had pinched her right hand’s fragile little finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp snap echoed clearly in the silent room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Mmm—!!!」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan’s eyes flew wide open, tears instantly welling at the corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing pain shot through her like lightning, nearly knocking her unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised in luxury her whole life, how could she have endured such torment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a single finger broken—let alone a scratch—had ever happened to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what terrified her more was the bone-deep killing intent seeping from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That killing intent was icy, chilling—if she so much as twitched, the next thing broken wouldn’t be her finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Www...」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head frantically, tears blurring her vision, whimpering desperate pleas from her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only wanted to convey one thing—she wouldn’t scream, she dared not scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「You’re obedient. Perfect.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hoarse voice spoke again, still calm—but the killing intent in it froze the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Otherwise, old man has no choice but to... crush this flower.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Www!!!」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan nodded wildly, tears flying everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sincerity had never been more genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing her “devotion,” the withered hand finally loosened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Huh... huh...」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had held it in—no scream, no cry, not even turning her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because she didn’t want to—but because she dared not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pain’s stimulation, her mind cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d heard too many tales of outlaws—knew their ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you didn’t see his face, you might live. If you did—you were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Tsk tsk. Very obedient. Didn’t scream at all.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xu Qinghuan endure the pain without crying out, the attacker praised her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Looks like you’re smart. You wanted to see my face? Fine—I’ll let you.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man circled to her front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan instinctively tried to shut her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still saw her attacker’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Is... it you???」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened in disbelief, tears still on her cheeks, her expression utterly locked in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man before her was tall and thin, hair white, face cold—wasn’t he the old man she’d called “old thing” while queuing at the mountain gate?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, her mind went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you insane?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I called you “old thing,” you broke into a True Disciple’s courtyard in the dead of night to get revenge?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this man insane?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t even think about how he’d slipped past the guards and infiltrated this heavily fortified courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was entirely filled with three words: How is this possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood silently by the bed, looking down at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a cold silver glow over his aged face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those aged eyes now regarded her calmly, as if watching a trembling prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Jiang Ye hadn’t even used the Monkey Form True Meaning to disguise himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen through Xu Qinghuan’s essence—vain, superficial, cowardly beneath the bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had absolute confidence he could control her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Old Master! I’m sorry! It was just an innocent slip of the tongue—I’ve repented every day since! Please forgive me!」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan, face streaked with tears, dropped to her knees without hesitation—*thud*—she hit the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knelt cleanly, without a second’s pause, as if she’d practiced this posture a thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she even tried to bow her head and kowtow—her posture, abject to the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One must admit—when it came to fearing death, she was perfectly on point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Heh. If repentance worked, old man wouldn’t have come here tonight.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked at Xu Qinghuan with a faint, mocking smile, his aged eyes brimming with unhidden frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Gul...」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan swallowed hard, the sound loud in the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling on the floor, trembling like a leaf, tear-streaked, pitiful—anyone seeing her would soften at least a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Ye watched coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Old Master, if you’ll forgive me… I’ll do anything you ask…」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke, voice trembling, each word shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had you not seen her arrogant, bullying demeanor earlier that day, you’d never believe this trembling wretch was the same woman who called herself Jin Hai’s fiancée.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「You’ll do anything I ask, is that right...」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sneered twice, studying her with a sly expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept slowly from head to toe over her trembling body, finally settling on her pale yet still alluring face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his voice flat, as if stating something ordinary:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Wretched girl!」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those two words drifted down lightly—but struck her face like two slaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shuddered but dared not lift her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「I want you—to assist me in my cultivation.」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「Ah...」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a short, involuntary gasp, looking up at Jiang Ye, eyes dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assist him in cultivation? What did that mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment, she finally grasped the implication in his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, her lovely, alluring face flushed crimson—from neck to ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her wide, watery eyes bulged with stunned, furious shame; tears swelled in her lashes but dared not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never imagined this white-haired old man would make such a... shocking demand...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a True Disciple of Jinchen Peak! Jin Hai’s fiancée!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old man’s audacity couldn’t even be called reckless—it was beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But meeting Jiang Ye’s eyes—calm as an ancient well—her rising shame and anger were swiftly crushed by fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her mouth to speak, but only a short whimper escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night grew darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai, still cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For no reason, a sudden unease stirred in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the nearby bushes came a rustling sound; he looked up and saw two foxes mating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Tianqing Mountain, such wild animals were not uncommon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai glared at them in irritation; the two foxes seemed to sense it and vanished in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai turned his gaze away, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the inexplicable unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the unease clung like a bone-deep plague, impossible to shake off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes and tried again to sink into cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the golden radiance of the five golden stones seemed dimmer to him now; he could not focus at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he opened his eyes again and looked toward Xu Qinghuan’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pitch black, the door tightly shut, utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleeping so soundly...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered under his breath, then shook his head, blaming the inexplicable unease on too long a session of cultivation and taut nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, stretched his limbs, and decided to rest for the night, resuming practice tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>",1323,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ead04d945dea217b1b160ecdbfe984682255b3458f051972bee21fe9d9d4c9f1","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-65","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-63",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]