[{"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-67":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},2312559,4520,"Chapter 67: Turn Jin Hai","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>“Hmph! Even if I really turned into... a slut... it’s all that old bastard’s fault...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qinghuan writhed on the bed, her face flushed, a faint whimper squeezing from her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest strength of a woman like her was never wasting energy on self-torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blamed every mistake on Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That old bastard even complained my moans were too loud...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s clearly his fault for being too...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she thought, the hotter her body burned, as if she had a fever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the last thing Jiang Ye had said to her before leaving flashed through her mind like lightning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three months from now, I’ll turn Jin Hai’s wedding into a funeral. You don’t need to worry about your lost true yin being exposed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words doused her like ice water, instantly cooling some of her burning heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That old bastard is utterly insane—how dare he say something like that...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Jin Hai, the true disciple of Jin Chen Peak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old bastard wants to turn his wedding into a funeral?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can he really pull that off...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had no choice but to believe him—there was no second path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts grew increasingly tangled: shame, fear, longing, doubt—all emotions intertwined like a knotted mess, wrapping tightly around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt her head grow heavier, her eyelids thicker, until she finally slipped into a drowsy sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling upon her face, illuminating her still-flushed sleeping countenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She curled up beneath the quilts, brows slightly furrowed, as if even in sleep she could not find peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Fucheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long street teemed with people, voices of vendors, haggling, and children’s laughter blending into a clamor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man, dressed in plain gray robes, hair streaked white, posture straight as a spear, walked slowly out of a herbal shop, radiating vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand he held a medicine box; he shook his head slightly, a trace of helplessness crossing his aged face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected Xueyang Flower and Lüshui Luo to be this rare...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cultivate the Golden Body Art, he had descended the mountain today specifically to procure the main herbs for the secret elixir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew these herbs were scarce, he hadn’t imagined they’d be this hard to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He visited five herbal shops in Fucheng, traversed half the street, and managed to buy only twenty sprigs of Xueyang Flower and thirty stalks of Lüshui Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this tiny amount, he spent fifty thousand taels of silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He estimated it would barely last him a month of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This external cultivation art was truly expensive and exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever. I’ll start with this for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, he let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his “extraordinary comprehension” talent, a month should be enough to bring this hardening art to minor mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, his physical strength would rise another notch—worth the expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He abandoned the idea of visiting more shops, tucked the medicine box into his robe, and turned toward another direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should go check on Liu Qingshi and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Liu family courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud! Thud...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A steady, powerful sound of fists and kicks echoed through the yard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in dark blue training attire, broad-shouldered and sturdy, practiced boxing—his strikes heavy and grounded, each one carrying the distinctive force of a Qi-Transformation cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his movements were slightly sluggish, clearly still recovering from injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was none other than Liu Qingshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingshi! Your injury just started healing—why are you training again? Can’t you ever rest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice, tinged with exasperation, rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiyu hurried into the courtyard, holding a steaming bowl of medicinal decoction, her face filled with concern and reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink your medicine first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi, ever fond of his wife, halted his stance and took the bowl from her, smiling warmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiyu, I’ve been lying still for days—I need to move my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, sighed softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, martial cultivation is either advance or retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m already this old—if I don’t push harder now, I’ll never catch up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiyu rolled her eyes, scolding: “You’re this old—what’s the point of pushing harder? The Su family’s trade routes are already under Zhao Gang and Shi Lei’s watch. Just rest and heal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi shook his head slightly, his expression growing grave:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Gang is only just entering Qi-Transformation—he still lacks finesse in controlling force. Shi Lei has potential, but he’s still only Ming-Jing level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, gazing into the distance, a flicker of worry in his eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Su family’s trade routes remain stable now...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only because of the lingering fear from the ‘Head-Cutter’ wiping out the Ding family. Those watching families don’t know the Su family’s true strength, so they dare not act.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But pretending to be powerful won’t last forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze back to Huang Xiyu, voice low:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wealth stirs men’s hearts. Once those families realize the Su family’s true weakness, conflict will inevitably rise again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang Xiyu’s heart tightened, her worry deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gripped Liu Qingshi’s hand, her voice trembling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingshi... what... what should we do? I don’t want you hurt again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, then suddenly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if... we return to Anxi County...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard the unrest has calmed down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi squeezed her hand, patting it gently, his expression calm as he reassured her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—we’ve endured this long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on a little longer. Once Yiyi grows strong, I can retire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiyu’s eyes flickered; she sighed softly, her voice thick with longing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder how Yiyi is doing in Tianqing Sect... I miss her so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl’s nature is too cold, not as smooth-tongued as that Su girl—I’m afraid she’ll be taken advantage of in Tianqing Sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi patted her hand gently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—Xie Tang will look after her. Yiyi won’t be harmed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought a moment, then added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once my injury fully heals, I’ll take you to Tianqing Sect to see Yiyi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Huang Xiyu finally smiled, nodding eagerly like a little girl:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! You must rest well and heal quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one noticed a tall, slender figure standing silently in the shadow of a withered tree nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Much better than last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liu Qingshi’s recovery, he felt at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he slipped soundlessly from the courtyard, like smoke dissolving into shadow, without disturbing anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he made a detour to the Su residence, quietly observing Su Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl stood in the hall, instructing several managers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The naivety on her had faded; her brow now carried calmness and competence, her every gesture exuding the bearing of a young mistress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye watched for a moment, then chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Liu Yiyi threw herself fully into martial cultivation, Su Yan had chosen a steadier path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at her a while longer, then turned away without lingering, his figure vanishing into the end of the long street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at Tianyangfeng, in the Tiankui herb garden, Jiang Ye immediately took out a sand pot and began brewing the secret elixir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brewing process wasn’t complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mix Xueyang Flower, Tiankui Grass, and Lüshui Luo in proper proportions, crush them into paste, then simmer slowly in the pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it thickened into a viscous broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about an incense stick’s time, the sand pot bubbled softly; a rich herbal scent, faintly bitter and fishy, spread through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye leaned close—the decoction had turned dark brown, thick as paste, nearly stringy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should be ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured softly, then raised his hand to unfasten his robe, revealing his aged yet revitalized body, renewed by the purification of true yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t afraid of the heat; he reached straight into the clay pot, grabbed a handful of scalding secret herbs, and rubbed them over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the secret herbs touched his skin, a searing heat exploded from the point of contact, spreading instantly through his entire body like fire consuming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye frowned slightly, but his hands never paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiftly rubbed the herbs over every inch of his body—arms, chest, back, legs—leaving no patch of skin untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat intensified as the area covered expanded, as if he had been thrown into a furnace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, he immediately sat cross-legged and, following the cultivation method recorded in the Golden Body Refinement Art, activated his internal strength, guiding it slowly along specific meridians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secret herbs on his skin were gradually absorbed by the scalding flesh, their color fading from deep to light, finally seeping into his muscle and tissue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint warmth began to rise from his body’s surface, carrying the bitter, medicinal scent, drifting lazily through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sss...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye clenched his teeth, pain etched unmistakably onto his aged face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat did not fade with time; instead, it grew fiercer, as if countless red-hot needles were crawling and piercing beneath his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly feel the secret herbs reshaping his skin, flesh, even his bones—compressing and hardening his once lax tissue inch by inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know how long it had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack... crack...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within his body came a series of extremely faint, yet dense, rapid sounds like raindrops tapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound resembled bamboo shoots splitting open, or dead wood coming to life—the sign of bones being re-forged and reinforced under the dual influence of the secret herbs and internal strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds gradually ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, a faint golden gleam shining in his aged gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly stood up, looking down at his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin glowed with a faint red hue—the lingering trace of the absorbed secret herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the gleaming curved blade beside him, not exerting any force, merely brushing it lightly across the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft chime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the blade passed, only a faint white mark appeared on his skin, then slowly faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade had failed to break his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Jiang Ye’s aged lips finally curled into a smile, the joy spreading from his eyes across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Body Refinement Art consists of four realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first is Stone Skin, the second is Bronze Garb, the third is Iron Body, and the final is Golden Steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he had already entered the first realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone Skin—his skin as hard as solid stone.\u003C\u002Fp>",1751,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4e5ba98da4cf9e95c87a644413fd9a7a800dff9492f568a3fb40331a2fc9c3a4","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-68","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-66",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]