[{"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-65":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},2312557,4520,"Chapter 65: Jin Hai","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>Late at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room finally fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes; his aged face bore not only a hint of irrepressible exhaustion, but mostly satisfaction and contentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly feel a purest energy, like sweet rain, seeping into every cell, every meridian, every inch of his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That energy was freezing cold, yet gentle, slowly cleansing his withered body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected… this true yin energy to be so potent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently marveled within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the current rate of absorption, it would take at least three days to fully digest this true yin energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after three days, his seventy-year-old decaying shell would undergo a true transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bed, Xu Qinghuan lay as if all her bones had been pulled out, limp as mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips moved unconsciously, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth unnoticed; she resembled a fish out of water, occasionally twitching to prove she still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once luminous, beautiful eyes now held no color—only emptiness and dilution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, she might as well be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should leave. Go back and properly absorb this true yin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sat beside the bed for a moment, then rose to depart—only to find his sleeve firmly gripped by a pale, slender hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… don’t think you can escape…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan had somehow regained consciousness; her unfocused eyes refocused, locking onto him with unyielding intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was hoarse, barely audible, yet carried a deathly stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked down at her and sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have to leave, either!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, as if discussing something trivial, yet each word pierced her heart like ice needles:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can scream now, make a scene, wake up nearby Jin Hai, even rouse everyone on Jinchen Peak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let them all come see—you’ve already given me your true yin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, and in his aged eyes flickered a mocking gleam:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve lived this long already; death is no great loss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you, young lady…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice stretched like a dull blade scraping flesh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hasn’t it been comfortable, these past months, parading around the Tianqing Sect as the fiancée of a true disciple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I wonder… when everyone learns you’ve lost your true yin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will they still treat you so kindly? Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Xu Qinghuan’s previously rosy face turned instantly as white as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body trembled uncontrollably; her fingers clutching Jiang Ye’s sleeve shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s words struck like daggers, each one piercing her deepest fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew perfectly well what her greatest value was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai valued her only for her true yin body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she made a scene now, if she woke Jin Hai—or anyone else on Jinchen Peak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and they learned she had lost her true yin… what would become of her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dared not imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, in the outer sect, she had offended so many people she couldn’t count them on two hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they learned she’d lost her protector, lost her value…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be far worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan stared at Jiang Ye in utter terror, as if facing a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly realized: this old man had held her weakest point in his grip since the beginning. Before him, she was like a chicken with its neck twisted—utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems you understand your situation now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled faintly; the smile looked inscrutable in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t make a scene now, you’re still the true disciple’s fiancée—you can keep enjoying your privileged status.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved to rise, but found Xu Qinghuan’s hand still gripping his sleeve, knuckles white with strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I say nothing now, when the wedding date arrives in three months, Jin Hai will discover I’ve lost my true yin… won’t I still be ruined?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan’s mind was on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was hoarse and shrill; tears spilled from her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he entered this room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she had only one path: death—either now, or later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye watched her near-breakdown state, then suddenly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something indescribable in that smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re sensible, I have a way to save you by the wedding date in three months.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his tone now almost “heart-to-heart”:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A night as husband and wife brings a hundred nights of affection—I’m not heartless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan seized his hand like a drowning woman clutching driftwood, her voice trembling: “What way… how can you save me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye leaned down, whispering into her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was so soft, like a night breeze murmuring—but each word struck her like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pupils shrank to pinpoints; she froze in place, trembling as she whispered in disbelief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible… how could you possibly do it…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye straightened, looking down at her, a cryptic curve forming at his lips:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any other choice but to believe me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Xu Qinghuan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… did she have any other choice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had gone too far. She had no retreat left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye then shook his head slightly: “Also, don’t wear that victim’s expression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was flat, like a bucket of ice water dumped on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You pretended to be demure at first…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if my hand hadn’t been holding your mouth tight enough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your screams would’ve shattered this room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Xu Qinghuan felt blood surge instantly to her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face, once as white as paper, flushed crimson—from cheeks to neck to earlobes—she seemed to burn, red enough to drip blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… you can’t say things like that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively covered her ears, crawled under the covers, wrapping herself tightly like a startled ostrich burying its head in sand, as if hiding could erase everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muffled, incoherent sounds came from beneath the blankets—but no complete words emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long passed, she didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she cautiously, timidly peeked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aged figure had vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the empty room, her mind in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had just happened felt like a bizarre dream—but the unbearable pain deep in her body screamed clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a dream!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at herself, then up at the door, lips trembling, wanting to speak—but no words came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lay there motionless, like a soulless shell, eyes vacant, unmoving for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, dawn barely broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan rose early on purpose, hoping to avoid Jin Hai and return alone to the outer sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as she stepped outside, she froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard, Jin Hai sat cross-legged amid five golden stones, golden light swirling around him as he cultivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to sense movement, and slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes were sharp as blades, landing precisely on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan’s heart jolted; terrified he’d notice any anomaly, she forced back her physical agony, walked forward steadily, and said: “Hai-gege, good morning~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hai frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on her face, then said gravely: “Your voice is hoarse…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1191,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a7cc5b6f1adc217a544382df8ad9daef9e32651a7aaf302afb2dbe6ad6b36e8b","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-66","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-64",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]