[{"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-82":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},2312574,4520,"Chapter 82: Huge Harvest! Canglan Zhen Shui Yang Qi Fa!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>“This… what is this thing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai stared at the crimson, flame-like insect with two pairs of mandibles, his eyes filled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked somewhat like a fire centipede.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fire centipedes don’t have two pairs of mandibles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply placed Xiao Huo gently on Zhou Laoguai’s body and said calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play around, don’t kill it yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Huo wriggled excitedly, but its ink-black compound eyes locked onto the life-threatening scorpion clamped between Jiang Ye’s fingers—its gaze brimming with hunger, as if staring at a delicacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You want to eat it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye understood its intent, a flicker of unusual interest passing through his aged eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little thing never ate its own kind, but it showed keen interest in other toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed it carelessly onto the ground—the scorpion, its stinger severed and barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jjii…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the scorpion hit the ground, it sensed danger and frantically dug its six claws into the earth, trying to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had barely crawled half a foot…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A streak of red lightning shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Huo opened its two pairs of scythe-like mandibles and snapped off the scorpion’s head, then began devouring it greedily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though small in size, its eating was brutally savage—the crunching sounds echoed sharply through the silent night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In but a moment, the scorpion, as large as an adult’s palm, was reduced to scattered fragments, leaving only a pile of shattered shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of toxin is this? How could it have such crushing force…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai’s scalp prickled, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen many toxins, but never before had he witnessed a centipede that could devour a scorpion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Xiao Huo turned its attention to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its black compound eyes fixed on Zhou Laoguai, its slender body coiling like a drawn bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai desperately tried to shrink back, but his severed right arm and chest wounds left him paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only watch helplessly as the crimson insect slowly crawled onto his right foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Huo bit down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its two pairs of mandibles plunged deep into flesh and muscle, tearing out a bloody, gaping wound from Zhou Laoguai’s foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai let out a shriek so horrific it sounded inhuman, echoing through the mountains and startling a flock of night birds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the scream soon changed tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bandit who lived by the blade could endure flesh wounds, but the spreading fire toxin brought unbearable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, massive fire boils erupted across his right foot—skin reddened, blackened, swollen, deformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood felt ignited, burning upward from his soles, each inch of flesh screaming as it passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!! Kill me!! Kill me now!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai rolled wildly on the ground, but the more he moved, the faster the fire poison spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared fixedly at Jiang Ye, eyes pleading—no trace left of the bandit chief’s former authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked down at him, his aged face utterly expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down, voice still calm: “I gave you a chance before. You weren’t cooperative. Now you want it quick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’ll tell you everything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai screamed with his last strength: “Just give me a quick death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye sneered, ignoring his plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Huo understood its master’s intent and bit another deep wound into Zhou Laoguai’s foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing scream echoed through the night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half a stick of incense later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth gaped wide, his chest rising and falling weakly, his breaths rattling like a leaking bellows—barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire boils had spread over half his body, flesh curled and oozing pus and blood; he no longer had strength to scream, only occasional faint gurgles escaping his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye stood in place, looking down at him, his aged face filled with dark amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogation had revealed two pieces of information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad news: the silver Zhou Laoguai had stolen over the years was nearly spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good news: he’d used that silver to buy a water-element true qi cultivation method from the black market in Huangxin Prefecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad. For a mountain bandit chief, you actually managed to get a cultivation method.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye glanced at the deathly pale Zhou Laoguai and couldn’t help murmuring in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I already told you where the cultivation method is… please… give me a quick death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of Zhou Laoguai’s body was covered in boils; each word cost him his last ounce of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was faint, barely audible, yet the desperation in it was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tortured beyond endurance by the fire poison, he now desired only death—every extra second was unimaginable agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye looked down at him, voice level:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the rush? I’ll deal with you once I have the cultivation method.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Zhou Laoguai’s limp body and dragged him up the mountain like a dead dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhou Laoguai, the cultivation method was buried beneath a pine tree at the summit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About a cup of tea later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye dragged the half-dead Zhou Laoguai to the summit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled atop the peak, rustling the pines in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight spilled down, casting flickering shadows over the gnarled old pines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T… there… under that tree…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the last of his strength, Zhou Laoguai raised a trembling finger and pointed weakly at a nearby thick, ancient pine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye walked over, drew his blood-red curved blade, and dug beneath the roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soil turned, an oilcloth-wrapped bundle soon appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, picked it up, brushed off the dirt, and opened it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay an ancient, weathered book, its cover inscribed with seven characters: *Canglan Zhen Shui Yang Qi Fa*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it were several banknotes, totaling roughly sixty thousand taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“*Canglan Zhen Shui Yang Qi Fa*?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s eyes lit up as he quickly flipped through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cultivation method could absorb a wide range of water qi—beginners could draw from ponds or streams, while advanced practitioners could cultivate the qi of vast rivers and lakes, granting endless, enduring true qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. This method is perfect for prolonged battles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye nodded inwardly, a flicker of satisfaction glinting in his aged eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the many cold ponds on Xuantian Sect’s Xianshui Peak, used by disciples to cultivate water qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once back, he could sneak into Xianshui Peak under cover of night to practice this method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, Jiang Ye had already planned his cultivation strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y… you’ve got the cultivation method now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai croaked with his final strength, voice thick with despair and hope: “P… please… give me a quick death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye slowly tucked away the cultivation method and banknotes, then smirked at the dying man: “I suspect you’re still hiding something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Zhou Laoguai’s pupils shrank violently, his eyes blazing red as he glared at Jiang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard… is truly a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nothing left—even the strength to curse was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cup of tea passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Laoguai fell completely silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face, thick with muscle, hung open, blood and saliva dripping from his lips onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breaths were now only guttural “huh-huh” sounds; his eyes dimmed, pupils dilated—he was moments from death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sun Family’s second young master wants to marry Su Yan, the heir of the Su Family, and hired you to intercept her shipment…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s lips curled into a cold, faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last moment, he pressed further—and uncovered a remarkably “interesting” piece of information from Zhou Laoguai’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought Zhao Gang, Shi Lei, and those few Su family guards had simply been caught in a random ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out there was another reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanna marry Su Yan, huh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye couldn’t help but laugh bitterly with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorching, sunlike aura around him surged, and several nearby pine trees burst into flame without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as his consciousness faded, Zhou Laoguai’s face twisted into a smile worse than a sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard seemed to have some connection to the Su family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun family had stirred up such a fearsome person...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were surely finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dying just as he dragged the Sun family down with him, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhhh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slash of blood-moon blade-light flashed past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last trace of life vanished from Zhou Laoguai’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1407,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8381db73ee457b8a1156eee74f727a05a17eb5a39d357d3aa2ed7bc133d20b90","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-83","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-81",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]