[{"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-78":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},2312570,4520,"Chapter 78: Meeting Jiang Ye Is a Blessing!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-78",78,"\u003Cp>“Even a seventy-year-old old man won’t have me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu’s smile froze on his face; his pale skin instantly flushed dark purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Su Yan, his gaze so intense that thin threads of blood appeared in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze seemed ready to devour this woman who had publicly humiliated him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, relying on the Sun family’s power, he had walked through Fucheng with impunity—who dared say him even half a “no”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which of those women hadn’t thrown themselves at him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, this Su Yan, this country bumpkin from Anxi County, actually said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d rather marry a seventy-year-old old man than him?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! Good! Good!! You little vixen, you’ve got guts!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu’s gaze locked onto Su Yan like a venomous snake, his eyes brimming with unmasked malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth, each word forced through clenched jaws:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll see how you get through this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then a twisted, cruel grin spread across his face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the time comes, don’t come crawling to me on your knees!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he angrily flung his sleeve, the fabric snapping sharply through the air; he shot Su Yan a venomous glare, then turned and strode away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Yan, that’s exactly how you should treat scum like him—I support you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Su Chen nodded in satisfaction, his weathered face filled with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But moments later, he cleared his throat softly and warned in a lowered voice, tinged with resignation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, young ladies should be a little more reserved in speech...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saying things like ‘better marry a seventy-year-old’... it just doesn’t sound right if it gets out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, a faint blush quietly rose on Su Yan’s angry face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flush spread from her cheeks to her ears, making her even more radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed her lips together and whispered softly: “Father, I was just so angry... I didn’t mean it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite her words, she knew that in the heat of the moment, a wild, reckless thought had briefly flashed through her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to a scoundrel like Sun Yu, she’d truly rather marry that...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That old man who had appeared like a divine warrior beneath the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she thought of that old man, her usually calm heart would unravel, like a stone cast into a still lake—ripples lingering long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder if I’ll ever get to see him again...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the thought surfaced, she shook her head fiercely, as if trying to fling this absurd notion from her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I thinking?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Yan, it seems the Black Wind Ridge bandit raid truly ties back to the Sun family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s grave voice pulled Su Yan back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father and daughter exchanged glances; their expressions grew even more troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That outburst had been satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the matter wasn’t resolved—it might have worsened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strong prey on the weak; such is the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun family’s strength was far beyond what the Su family could challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They openly had eight Qi-Condensation patrons, not to mention a clan elder who himself was at the peak of Qi-Condensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though old and with declining vitality, that elder was no match for any ordinary Qi-Condensation cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Su family now had only one Qi-Condensation warrior they could rely on: Liu Qingshi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our only option now is to seek out Brother Liu...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen sighed, his face dark with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About a stick of incense later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Liu’s study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? The cargo was stolen by bandits... Zhao Gang and Shi Lei have both been taken captive!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Liu Qingshi could speak, Huang Xiyu couldn’t hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her plump body trembled slightly; her eyes locked onto Su Chen, her still-elegant face flushed with uncontainable fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she looked at Su Chen, the angrier she grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this man like a curse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he came, he brought nothing but bad news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, her husband and Zhao Gang were severely injured; this time, both people and cargo were taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even had the urge to throw this Su man out of her house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Huang, I’m... sorry...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen lowered his head, ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Liu, Lady Huang, this is all my fault...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yan also bowed her head slightly, unable to meet her mistress’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, once always filled with warmth, now held only guilt and self-reproach; her lips pressed tight, her fingernails digging into her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, Xiyu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi sighed softly, giving his wife a glance to silence her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this wasn’t Su Chen’s or his daughter’s fault—they were victims too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Su Yan’s face, heavy with guilt, he felt uneasy; how long had this girl been managing her family’s business?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now she’s hit with something this big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiyu glanced at the girl, her anger easing slightly, yet still couldn’t help saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t possibly expect you to storm Black Pine Mountain and fight those bandits to get the cargo and people back...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen immediately looked up, waving his hands frantically, face twisted in a bitter smile: “Lady Huang, we never meant that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he were foolish, he’d never ask Liu Qingshi to risk his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Wind Ridge had five leaders, all Qi-Condensation experts, plus over a hundred thugs—even if Liu Qingshi was strong, walking in alone would be suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what do you mean?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Xiyu pressed, unwilling to let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I...” Su Chen fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi remained quiet for a moment, then took a deep breath and spoke gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know those Black Wind Ridge bandits—they’re after money, not lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Gang, Shi Lei, and the Su family’s guards are probably unharmed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for the thirty taels of silver ransom...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Su Chen’s gloomy face and left it unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen gave a bitter laugh and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply couldn’t afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s what we’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi rose slowly, his steady face hardening with resolve: “I’ll go to Tianqing Sect and speak with Xie Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said firmly: “If Xie Tang intervenes, those bandits might show some respect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he couldn’t help letting out a long sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Favor is a finite thing—used once, it’s gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Su Chen and Su Yan both snapped their heads up, their faces alight with hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew Liu Qingshi had a close friend who was an Elder in Tianqing Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that man intervened, the Black Wind Ridge bandits would have to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingshi...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Liu Qingshi’s figure, Huang Xiyu’s eyes softened with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew her husband better—he never begged for help unless absolutely desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The matter is urgent—I’m leaving now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi wasted no time; he gave a brief farewell to the others and stepped out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he believed Zhao Gang and Shi Lei were safe, they’d surely suffer some beatings in the bandits’ lair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want his two disciples to endure more pain than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half an hour later, Liu Qingshi arrived at the Tianqing Sect’s mountain gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The majestic gate shimmered in the sunlight, but he had no eyes for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To spare his daughter worry, he deliberately avoided seeking out Liu Yiyi, instead asking the gatekeeper to deliver a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re looking for Elder Xie Tang of Xianshui Peak? I’ll notify him right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple nodded slightly and hurried off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi stood before the mountain gate, gazing at the Cengcengdiedie  steps, his mind tangled with thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cup of tea’s time, yet stretched as long as a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the disciple returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder Xie Tang has gone to visit a friend in Huangxin County; he may not return for several days,” the disciple said apologetically. “If you’re willing to wait for him, I can arrange lodging for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingshi’s heart sank sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huangxin County lies far from Yunling County; a round trip would take at least seven or eight days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits of Heifeng Zhai  don’t have that kind of patience to wait seven or eight days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of Heisong Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, slender figure appeared at the trail’s entrance, as if materializing from nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a simple gray robe, his hair streaked white, yet his back stood straight as a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head slightly, gazing at the peak piercing the clouds; in his aged eyes flickered a strange light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This mountain is indeed very high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye murmured softly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the steep peak before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heisong Mountain lived up to its name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrain was precipitous, jagged rocks scattered everywhere, and the entire mountain was blanketed in dense, dark pines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pines’ branches intertwined, blocking out sky and sun—even at noon, few rays of light pierced the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such terrain was indeed easy to defend and hard to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a hundred bandits hiding here would be needed; even a few dozen could hold out for a long time by relying on the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze, a faint curve lifting his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A guard every ten steps, a sentry every five… and run if things turn bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured to himself, his voice laced with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bandits had stumbled upon him—they were lucky indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1552,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","08feada37fd0b0429830381b1dca87bf6000a433cca7394ec280fae1cd39c03c","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-79","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-77",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]