[{"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-80":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},2312572,4520,"Chapter 80: Three Cuts Sever Brotherly Bonds! Awakening Killing Aura!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-80",80,"\u003Cp>Pfft!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound, the blade tip pierced through from the back, spraying a shower of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fourth Boss looked down at the bloody blade tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with stunned disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, but only a short, choked gasp escaped his throat; the light in his eyes vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the knock at the door, to the Fourth Boss opening it, to the Fifth Boss’s head falling, to the blade piercing the Fourth Boss’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it happened within mere breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast that even these blood-soaked bandits nearly failed to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Five!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Four!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ambush!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three bosses inside the wooden hut roared in unison, eyes bulging with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai leapt to his feet, his longsword instantly unsheathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong and Chuan Shanlang also surged forward, eyes locked on the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fourth Boss’s corpse collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the darkness outside the door, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a gray robe, his hair streaked with white, holding a curved blade still dripping blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight streamed in behind him, casting a cold silver glow over his form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai demanded in a low voice, sword tip aimed straight at the intruder; though his tone roared with fury, it betrayed a thread of unmistakable fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To silently kill Old Four and Old Five right under their noses—this man’s strength…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill this old bastard!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Avenge Fourth and Fifth Brothers!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong and Chuan Shanlang didn’t think twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance, then lunged simultaneously, charging at Jiang Ye with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong led the charge, both fists the size of sandbags slamming forward like twin iron hammers weighing a thousand jin, crushing with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, aimed straight at Jiang Ye’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The punch wind howled, producing a muffled sonic boom in midair that dimmed the candles inside the hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This move, “Dual Hammers to the Face,” was his signature killing technique—he had once crushed a bull into pulp with a single punch, and even a boulder before him would turn to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuan Shanlang moved like a shadow, crouching low and darting in from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black short blade reflected no firelight, slipping soundlessly toward Jiang Ye’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s tip glowed with an eerie dark green, releasing a faint, foul stench—clearly coated in deadly poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left and right, hard and soft, their coordination was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal expert facing this pincer attack would have to retreat even at the peak of their Transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foolish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their combined attack, Jiang Ye’s aged eyes flickered with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his left hand, not dodging, not retreating—simply holding it casually before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong’s fists, capable of shattering stone and splitting rock, slammed into Jiang Ye’s left arm—and struck like iron forged over ten thousand years, unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brutal force, before Jiang Ye, was like a cicada trying to shake a tree—unable to make even that withered arm tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong’s furious expression froze, his eyes wide with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, Jiang Ye’s left arm trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sickening sound of bone shattering!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong’s sandbag-sized fists were instantly pulverized into mist of blood and flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered bones and torn flesh sprayed everywhere, revealing the gruesome stumps of his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, a thread of crimson-gold true qi clung to his wound like a parasitic worm, burning furiously upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong screamed—a shriek so horrific it sounded less than human, more like the dying cry of a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back clutching his stumps, but the crimson-gold flames still burned, consuming his wrist, then forearm, then elbow; thick, charred stench filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Chuan Shanlang’s furious face twisted with sudden terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to pull back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye flicked his wrist; the blood-red curved blade twisted in his palm like a living thing, then surged forward with crimson-gold true qi, meeting Chuan Shanlang’s dagger head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light chime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuan Shanlang’s forged-iron dagger was pierced through as easily as tofu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade’s momentum didn’t fade—it pierced the dagger, then his arm, and then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade tip burst from his back, spraying a shower of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single strike pierced clean through his right arm and drove deep into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuan Shanlang looked down at the bloody blade tip protruding from his chest; he managed only two short, agonized gasps. His eyes filled with disbelief and bitter resentment, his lips quivered—but no word came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his body slumped limply to the ground, life gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Bao Shanxiong, still screaming in the flames, he was luckier—he didn’t have to endure more torment before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this happened in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the eldest boss, Zhou Laoguai, who had shouted the loudest in rage, saw this horrifying scene—and didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun on his heel, like a startled dog, smashed through the window, and leapt out, fleeing without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big… Big Brother!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong’s arms were severed, his whole body burning, emitting inhuman screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared with bulging eyes at the fleeing figure, filled with despair and venomous hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined that the Big Brother who always swore “brothers united” would flee faster than anyone else when death came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slash of blood-red moonlight flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Shanxiong’s screams cut off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thick-skulled head rolled from his neck, thudding to the ground, bouncing twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wide, staring eyes fixed on the direction Zhou Laoguai had fled—unwilling to close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sheathed his blade, glanced at the corpses on the ground, then looked toward Zhou Laoguai’s escape route, and sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I despise men who betray brotherhood. I’ll send him to join you soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to step forward and pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ambush! Ambush! Ambush!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the Big Boss’s voice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who dares attack Black Wind Mountain?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From all directions, chaotic footsteps surged like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandits rushed out of their wooden huts, wielding swords, spears, clubs—disheveled, half-dressed; flickering torchlight turned the entire stronghold as bright as day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had clearly been startled by the earlier roars and screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s eyes flashed with cold light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These little thugs coming to die on their own saved him the trouble of hunting them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the fleeing Zhou Laoguai—he wouldn’t escape Jiang Ye’s grasp even if he ran a hundred miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There he is!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foremost bandits spotted Jiang Ye standing by the wooden hut’s door and shouted at once, calling their comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they drew closer, their eyes passed over the tall figure and fell upon the familiar corpses inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone suddenly halted, voice trembling with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s… that’s the Third Boss’s body!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the Second Boss, Fourth Boss, Fifth Boss… their bodies too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What on earth is going on...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cries of battle ceased abruptly, as if a chicken’s throat had been slit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bandit’s footsteps came to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at the several corpses sprawled across the ground, a bone-deep chill surging from their soles straight to the crown of their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless eyes simultaneously fixed on the old man clutching the blood-red curved blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, the old man wore a gray robe, his hair streaked white, his face expressionless—as if he had merely done something trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aged eyes calmly swept over the crowd, like a man gazing upon a herd of pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bandits’ faces, disbelief gave way to confusion, then fear spread like plague through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the sharper ones had already begun silently shifting backward, ready to flee at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye casually glanced around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandits rushing in from all directions formed a dark, dense mass—roughly seventy or eighty men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding those still posted as sentries outside, all the bandits in the stronghold had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded slightly, a cold smile curling at his lips:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—kill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the words left his mouth, he lightly tapped the ground and vanished like a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he appeared at the densest part of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F-f-f…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run, run!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s this old man who killed the Second Boss and the others!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the dumbest bandit now understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old man was the one who had slain the bosses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even the Cultivation-Refining bosses were dead, were they to stay here and wait for death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded apart like startled ants, fleeing wildly in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph. Think you can escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were fast—but Jiang Ye’s blade was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s true qi surged violently, crimson-gold light instantly engulfing the blood-red curved blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he swung it, spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhhh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breathtakingly gorgeous crescent of blood-red light, infused with searing crimson-gold true qi, erupted into a ring of flame, spreading outward from Jiang Ye in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the blade-light passed, the air itself seemed to ignite, leaving behind scorching trails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every fleeing bandit froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire stronghold fell into an eerie silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one screamed. No one groaned. Not even a breath could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits stood there, utterly motionless—as if petrified by a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mountain wind blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poom! Poom! Poom! Poom! Poom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bandit’s upper body slid cleanly off at the waist, crashing heavily to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed forth like a dam broken, instantly staining the entire ground red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventy or eighty corpses, seventy or eighty fountains of blood, wove under the moonlight into a scene of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air reeked with a thick, almost solid stench of blood—so foul it made one gag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sheathed his blade and stood still, glancing down at the sea of corpses, then nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After perfecting the Blood Moon Blade, with the aid of the Great Sun Heavenly Flame true qi, he could sever a dozen large trees at waist-height from twenty meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bandits were mere flesh and blood—killing them was as easy as mowing grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sensed, amid the sea of corpses, a profoundly yin, icy, evil, and poisonous aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura rose from the blood, swirling around him, then slowly dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your talent is extraordinary—you have preliminarily grasped a thread of killing intent from the essence of death and slaughter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s notification suddenly sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>",1746,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","30e54621affcb114e27545dd173912ded86ef97d1164dc9ca949379082ee0a25","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-81","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-79",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]