[{"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-99":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},2312591,4520,"Chapter 99: A Family Should Stay Together!","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-99",99,"\u003Cp>“You… you are…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian widened his eyes and finally saw clearly what the figure in the distance looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing gray robes, tall and thin, with silver hair, yet his brow held little sign of age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this Jiang Lao of Tianqing Sect?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he catch up…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can even fly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of technique is this!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gul… gul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as he stifled his fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, his sharp mind raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even thinking, he knew exactly why Jiang Lao had chased him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he hated Feng Gang more than anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That useless waste, who could only ruin things, had provoked such a ruthless man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, he made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang… Jiang Lao…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian forced a stiff smile onto his face — a smile uglier than crying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know as well as I do — a man like me, just drifting through the martial world, only eats at the Feng family’s table…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response came a blade of blood-red light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade struck without warning, faster than any afterimage, carving a bloody arc through the night, aimed straight at Tong Xian’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian’s pupils shrank — he never expected Jiang Lao to be this brutal, not even granting him time to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How utterly tyrannical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Tong Xian was no stranger to battle; since combat was inevitable, he gritted his teeth and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True qi surged violently from within, gathering on his palms, erupting in blinding golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his hands, turning them into blades, summoning a golden blade-momentum to meet the blood-moon slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant the golden light and blood-moon were about to collide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian’s world suddenly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-moon blade never arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a vast tide of crimson surged from all directions, drowning him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up in confusion — the cold silver moon above had become a colossal blood-red moon, crimson as fresh blood, dominating half the sky, bathing the world in eerie crimson light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses piled into mountains, rivers ran thick with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… what is this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian’s voice trembled, his legs weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to flee, but his feet sank into sticky blood, each step trapped, impossible to pull free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to scream, but his throat was choked, producing no sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-moon began to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growing larger, drawing nearer — like a mountain crushing down upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled desperately to escape, but the blood-moon covered the entire sky, engulfing the whole world — there was nowhere to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out his final scream, filled with utter despair and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the road, the Feng family saw only a flash of blade-light — then Tong Xian froze stiff on his horse, motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Tong Xian’s head slipped cleanly from his neck, thudding to the ground, rolling twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes bulged wide, his face frozen in ultimate terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his steed could no longer hold up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying killing intent, as tangible as stone, crushed the beast’s limbs — the horse collapsed, foaming at the mouth, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Xian’s headless corpse slumped to the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing this eerie, horrifying scene, the Feng family held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t even seen what happened — and Tong Xian, a Golden Core cultivator, was already dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be… you are…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu stared blankly at Tong Xian’s headless corpse, memories flashing back to that day at the Sun family estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Identical wounds…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that Jiang Ye’s earlier words — “I heard you’ve been looking for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could now be certain — this man before her was the one she had longed to avenge: the “Head-Cutter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had imagined that seeing the killer would ignite fury, make her gnash her teeth, drive her to charge and fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, in this moment, only endless terror filled her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All blood feuds, all parental vengeance — forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the primal instinct to survive, they meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t… don’t kill me!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu let out a shrill, trembling scream, whipping her horse around and fleeing blindly backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her violent motion caused Feng Gang, whom she had been holding tightly, to tumble off the horse with a heavy thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only wanted to run — as far away as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster… faster…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run faster!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Young Mistress has fled!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Sun Yu flee, the rest of them broke into panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of death, no one cared about Feng Gang, the half-dead Young Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gang lay sprawled on the ground, watching everyone abandon him — his eyes filled with venom and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw the gaunt figure walking calmly toward him, that venom and rage vanished instantly — replaced by bone-deep terror and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trembled as he begged, voice barely a whisper:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“P-please… don’t…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye didn’t even deign to look at him — treated him like a stray dog, and slashed casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Gang’s head flew into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered this bastard had boasted in the inn — that he’d kick the “Head-Cutter’s” head like a ball…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he said that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye kicked hard — Feng Gang’s head shot off like a leather ball, arcing through the air before vanishing into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the fleeing crowd and sneered: “Think you can escape?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster… run faster!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu whipped her horse mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her horse, sensing the presence of a tiger’s kill, collapsed, limbs buckling, crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu was thrown violently from the saddle, rolling several times on the ground, covered in dust, her hair disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring her aching body, she scrambled to look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right into a pair of ancient eyes — looking down at her, calm as still water, utterly expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu recoiled like she’d been shocked, scrambling backward on her hands, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t run anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye smiled faintly — a smile that, under the moonlight, was utterly inscrutable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had asked her brother Sun Yu the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t kill me… please don’t kill me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yu wept uncontrollably, tears and snot smeared across her face — no trace left of the beautiful young lady she once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice shook as she begged, haltingly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you spare me, I’ll do anything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she frantically fumbled with her sash, fingers trembling so badly she couldn’t untie it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ye’s gaze sharpened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, how come these two siblings are so much alike?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A family should be together.\u003C\u002Fp>",1115,"2026-06-20T12:57:27.461Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9a90a2894c766f3ac04c7c6a45600887b2e4f52f80c4017c5e43a42c8be0939b","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-100","don-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-chapter-98",268,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdon-t-mock-the-poor-old-man-gains-a-year-of-cult-cover.jpg"]