[{"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-88":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},2312580,4520,"Chapter 88: Annihilation! Blood Moon Saber Perfected!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>Sun Yu nearly fainted from the pain, his legs going weak as he collapsed downward, only to be hoisted midair by Jiang Ye gripping his severed arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agony made him tremble violently; every breath felt like swallowing knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears and snot smeared his face, his once-pale skin now twisted into an unrecognizable mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All traces of his earlier arrogance were gone; his gaze toward Jiang Ye held nothing but bone-deep terror and bitter hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he were stupid, he should have realized by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old man before him was no servant of his family—he was here to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spare... spare my life... please, spare me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his piercing screams, his voice broke into ragged pleas for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dripped with fear and despair, yet deep in his eyes flickered a venomous calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His screams and pleas grew louder, sharper, as if tearing his own throat apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if he screamed loud enough, he could rouse everyone in the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants, the guards, the eight Qi Condensation patrons—if even one heard him, he’d be saved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, this old bastard would be dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, as time slowly passed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast mansion seemed as if everyone had fallen into a deep slumber, eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No footsteps. No shouts. No response at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu’s desperate cries had nearly shredded his throat, blood seeping into his throat, yet not a single reply came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this happen... why is this happening...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Sun Yu’s eyes, beyond fear and hatred, a flicker of confusion finally emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was confusion, bewilderment, disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that everyone in the Sun mansion had fallen into a deathlike sleep?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That couldn’t be!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those lowly servants had no right to sleep at this hour—they should be working, patrolling, serving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And weren’t the eight Qi Condensation patrons hired for their sharp senses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they possibly not hear such a commotion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is this happening!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye seemed to sense Sun Yu’s confusion. He gazed at him coldly and said softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re wondering why, despite screaming so loudly, no one came to save you, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, a cold smile tugging at his lips:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me tell you why.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Jiang Ye loosened his grip, letting Sun Yu crash to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu slammed hard onto the floor; the stump of his arm sent searing pain through him, but he ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This pampered young master, who’d never walked far in his life, now burst with astonishing will to survive under the pressure of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the agony of bone fragments grinding together, he scrambled to his feet in one swift motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he bolted toward the western wing like a wild dog being chased, stumbling and lurching forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eight Qi Condensation patrons always gathered in the western wing to drink and revel at night!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could reach them, lure the old bastard there—he’d be safe! He’d be saved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, his weakened legs suddenly regained strength; his speed increased, and he no longer felt the pain from his severed arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he saw several servants sprawled on the ground, eyes shut, chests rising and falling—they’d been knocked unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood why no one had answered his screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these lowly servants had been knocked out by that old bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why couldn’t the Qi Condensation patrons hear him either...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they been knocked out too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! That’s impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Sun Yu violently shook his head, rejecting the terrifying idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were eight Qi Condensation cultivators!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight men!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could anyone silently knock out eight Qi Condensation cultivators?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran faster, more frantically, glancing back repeatedly, terrified the old man would suddenly catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But each time he turned, the old man merely followed behind at the same slow, unhurried pace—like a man strolling a dog—unreachable, inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he reached the door of the western wing. Light spilled through the crack—someone was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank heaven, I made it!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Sun Yu’s eyes, filled with fear and hatred, a glimmer of hope finally sparked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the relief of survival, the wild joy of rescue, and a twisted sense of triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed the door open and roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are all your ears deaf...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cut off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened not to paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, eight headless corpses lay scattered like mud on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some slumped before the wine table, others beside chairs, some against the wall—each neck bore a gruesome, severed wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight heads lay scattered across the floor like children’s playthings, rolling everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rolled under tables, some into corners, one rested right at the threshold, facing Sun Yu as he entered, its eyes wide open in eternal shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expressions on the eight heads varied—fear, shock, confusion, disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all were frozen in the final moment of death, as if they hadn’t even realized how they died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from the severed necks trickled like tiny streams, staining the entire floor a dark crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick stench of blood hit him like a wall, nearly overwhelming him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t hell—what was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu staggered back two steps, his face twisted in horror as he let out a scream that ripped through his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was more agonizing, more desperate, more terrified than when his arm had been crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why the sharp-eared Qi Condensation patrons hadn’t heard his screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d all been killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight Qi Condensation patrons—all dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling, he turned his head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the old man followed behind him, strolling as calmly as if taking a leisurely walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the moonlight, his aged face was calm as still water—as if the corpses on the floor, the eight rolling heads, meant nothing to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu stared at Jiang Ye like he was a demon, his voice hoarse and trembling: “You... you killed them all...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye did not answer his question. Instead, a mocking expression crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke softly, his tone laced with mockery: “Not running anymore? Want to think of someone else who might save you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You... you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Sun Yu’s heart lurched; a cold chill shot from his soles to the crown of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents’ faces flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hadn’t they heard his screams either?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying thought exploded in his mind like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed like a madman and bolted toward the central chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his frantic retreat, Jiang Ye sneered and followed calmly behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh... huh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running too fast, too hard, Sun Yu felt his lungs might burst; he gasped for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he reached his father’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room glowed brightly, golden-orange light seeping through the paper windows, warm against the dark night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sun Yu’s heart grew heavier, colder—as if an invisible hand had clenched his heart in a death grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard, then pushed the door open with trembling care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First to catch his eye were two maids collapsed on the floor, their breathing steady, chests rising and falling—they had merely been knocked unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the maids were unharmed, then his parents must be too...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted, and Sun Yu’s pupils contracted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bed lay two headless corpses side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar robes, the familiar build, the horrifying stumps at their necks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That vivid crimson blood stabbed into his eyes, plunging him into darkness—he nearly fainted on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this happen...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu stumbled backward out of the room, his mind on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had allowed him to bully others and run rampant within Fucheng if not his parents’ endless protection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, no matter how great his misdeeds, his father always smoothed things over, his mother always shielded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, those who protected him were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This second-generation heir finally felt the sky collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling, he turned back—and saw the old man standing silently behind him, expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You... you devil...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu stared at Jiang Ye, nearly broken by terror; his fear choked his voice, leaving only a hoarse, ragged gasp from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs shook, his lips trembled, his whole body quaked—as if he might disintegrate at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye ignored his curses, still wearing that mocking, cat-toying-with-a-mouse grin: “Still running?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Sun Yu’s body erupted in gooseflesh. Fueled by terror, his nearly spent body summoned one final burst of strength and fled blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—what about Third Uncle? He... he must be able to save me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu suddenly remembered the family’s former pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Uncle, who had once reached the peak of Hua Jing, had grown old, his vital energy waning; he had lived secluded deep within the Sun family compound, rarely showing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu hadn’t seen him in over a year—he’d completely forgotten such a stabilizing force still existed in the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every last ounce of strength, as if draining every drop of flesh and blood, he sprinted toward the small room deep in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he saw a faint glimmer of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through that sliver of light, he glimpsed a figure seated beside a table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Third Uncle! He’s still awake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoning his final strength, he staggered to the door and flung it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside sat an elderly man, thinning hair, pale as death, rigidly still, a book still clutched in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire aura was gone—he was like a wax statue, utterly motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third Uncle!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu screamed with all his remaining strength, his voice thick with desperate hope: “Save me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cry seemed to stir a breath of night wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s head slipped cleanly from his neck—with a dull *thump*—it hit the ground, rolled twice, and came to rest at Sun Yu’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cloudy, aged eyes stared directly at Sun Yu’s terrified face, pupils dilated and vacant, as if still whispering the confusion of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt as if his soul had been ripped away; he staggered backward two steps, each footfall crushing his own legs, like a walking corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he could stand no longer—his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, tears and snot smeared across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Thud. Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps approached—Jiang Ye had followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the nearly broken Sun Yu, and on his aged face, a faint, satisfied smile finally appeared: “Won’t run anymore, I suppose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had still underestimated the boy’s bottomless depravity and will to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t kill me... please, don’t kill me...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly shattered, Sun Yu struggled to his knees, crawling to Jiang Ye’s feet, pounding his head against the ground as he begged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forehead slammed into the earth with heavy *thuds*, flesh and bone crushed, yet he felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister... my sister is from the Feng family! You can’t kill me! Or the Feng family will never let you live...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, he realized—threatening Jiang Ye now was suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered violently, instantly changing his tone, voice twisted with groveling flattery and terror: “My sister’s beautiful—she’s got a perfect figure, famous for her beauty. If you spare me, I’ll let her sleep with you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of sheer shamelessness, this boy was top-tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game was over. He had no patience left for this brat’s nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew the gleaming, icy curved blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, its edge glowed with a cold, spectral light, reflecting Sun Yu’s contorted, despairing face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu stared at the blade—his pupils shrank to needle points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, to run, to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Shhhhh—!!!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye felt something, and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Moon Blade was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>",1989,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5a259f943f11164aaeb24d3f0e3725ef3579cd30b8df6b2141a62895cb6046a2","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-89","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-87",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]