[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternal-green-immortal-sovereign":3,"chapter-eternal-green-immortal-sovereign-eternal-green-immortal-sovereign-chapter-186":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Eternal Green Immortal Sovereign",{"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},2270194,4432,"Chapter 186: When One Attains the Dao, Even Chickens and Dogs Ascend to Heaven","eternal-green-immortal-sovereign-chapter-186",186,"\u003Cp>That strand of immortal qi transformed the xuanqing qi into xianxuan qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who obtain xianxuan qi can reverse their innate constitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a martial waste can become capable of cultivation under the improvement of xianxuan qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Wang Zhao’s innate constitution remains poor, he now at least has a chance to enter the ranks—far more promising than raising horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Rui was born a stablehand and did not look down on those who raised horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it doesn’t matter if Wang Zhao likes raising horses—he can keep raising them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One can achieve great fame even by raising horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, those skilled in horse-rearing produce all the divine steeds of the world, revered by later generations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to become a Grand Horsemaster, one needs little martial skill at first, but to reach the pinnacle, martial arts are still necessary—how else to subdue those unruly demonic horses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I heard the Grand Horsemaster of Annan Town is also a minor master in martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao had no hope before, but now he does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t want to grow stronger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao called softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Li Rui suddenly came to him and said he should now address him as Master, and that he would gain two senior brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also said he would give him a strand of qi, after which he could cultivate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivate martial arts\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what Wang Zhao had dreamed of since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Liang He and Liu Tiezhu become ranked martial artists, wasn’t he envious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was almost envious to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world has never been one where effort alone guarantees results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in truth, he had already tried hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof showed that without talent, effort was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From resentment to despair, then to devotedly raising horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This greatly tempered Wang Zhao’s character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Rui smiled and patted Wang Zhao: “Little Zhao, if you want to raise horses, keep raising them—become a Grand Horsemaster one day, and this old stablehand of a master can bask in your glory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grand Horsemaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Zhao’s determination surge higher than ever, Li Rui was genuinely pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t blame Wang Zhao for his past laziness in cultivation—honestly, he himself had been just as lazy back then, seeing no hope, only wasting effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To strive upward, one must first see a glimmer of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, after his breakthrough last night, he took Wang Zhao as a disciple this morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao had followed him the longest, yet Li Rui had yet to take an apprentice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Li Rui had his own reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Liang He and Liu Tiezhu each had their strengths, fundamentally, they had both learned the Changchun Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao’s talent was too poor—even to enter the door was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teaching him a technique would only leave him staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who cultivate and those who don’t are, at heart, two different kinds of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he took Wang Zhao as a disciple, the gap in cultivation between them would grow too wide—a master and a common mortal—and the shift in status would make it hard for them to continue getting along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he held them in check, they might outwardly maintain brotherly respect, but over time, trouble was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Social parity isn’t just for marriage—it applies everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When status is unequal, even brothers cannot remain brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhao’s nature is fragile; his pride might be shattered, and he might even stop raising horses—taking him as a disciple would only harm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re going to help someone, you must consider every angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To help someone without putting in the effort is better left undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good intentions leading to bad outcomes are still bad outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elders say: “Think carefully about everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the principle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Rui felt the xianxuan qi within him—with this xianxuan qi, his three disciples’ futures would no longer be bleak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, if he took more disciples in the future, he wouldn’t need to obsess over innate constitution—he could focus more on character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not that innate constitution doesn’t matter—it’s just no longer essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When one attains the Dao, even chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the official leaving camp?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard at Anning Wei spotted Gao Zhen preparing to ride out of the military camp and hurried forward with a fawning smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen nodded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Patrolling outside the city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard nodded repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Garrison Commander, Gao Zhen had the duty to patrol—he approached only to curry favor—would he dare dictate how a sixth-rank Garrison Commander conducted himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back, clearing the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen gave a sharp command; his demonic steed snorted like lightning and galloped onto the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rode his horse into a deep mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary horses couldn’t climb mountains, but demonic steeds were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen dismounted, glanced around, and murmured: “It should be near here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had secretly inquired about the exact location where Jiang Lin had slain the Ten-Thousand-Poison Ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he’d heard whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Jiang Lin didn’t just kill the Ten-Thousand-Poison Ghost—he also slew many elders and disciples of the Ghost Ming  Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning to camp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he ordered Anning Wei soldiers to dispose of the corpses, to avoid unnecessary unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned this information from those Anning Wei soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope it’s still there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen whispered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went to such lengths because once the Ten-Thousand-Poison Ghost died, its immortal qi would naturally disperse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those unaware could not detect it at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Immortal Seekers could locate it with special methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s precisely why Gao Zhen had gone to great lengths to confirm whether the immortal qi had truly been left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen left his demonic steed where it stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being tamed by the Stable Supervision Hall, demonic steeds needed no tethering—they wouldn’t run away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the night, in the old forest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen bent over, holding a torch, carefully searching. He carried immortal qi within him, so he could sense any within three zhang—so it wasn’t truly like searching for a needle in a haystack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searched until the second half of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn began to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen had already replaced his torch for the third time, eyes bloodshot, muttering like a madman:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not here, not here—why still not here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All night,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had scoured nearly the entire mountain—no trace of immortal qi remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the immortal qi had already been taken—perhaps by Jiang Lin, perhaps by someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing was certain: the immortal qi was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen’s last hope shattered; he grew frantic with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=9+ Shu _ Ba\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strand of immortal qi was given to him by Blood Shadow Patriarch, who, recognizing its rarity, granted it to him as a Gao Clan disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obtaining another would be immensely difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only path now is to kill Ning Zhongtian, Li Rui, and Tan Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Shadow Ancestor never set him a time limit, but when he made the promise, he only said that if he performed well, the Immortal Sovereign might grant him another strand of immortal qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What counts as performing well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t it simply better to kill them as soon as possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already received one strand of immortal qi before; he had grain at home, so his heart was not anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he had only three-tenths of an immortal qi left; with this little, how many years would it take to reverse his root constitution?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time his hair turned white and he became a crumbling old man, what use would it be if his root constitution finally improved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen would rather die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted fine clothes and swift horses, to crush those who once looked down on him with the brilliance of a heavenly prodigy—not to outlive them until they died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritual victory?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must find a way to act quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen resolved inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, he would seek out his senior brothers and sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the Twelve Blood Disciples, ten still remain—meaning he still has nine allies he can summon; he refuses to believe he cannot kill Ning Zhongtian and those two minor officials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he kills these three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everyone on the list will be accounted for, and he can go to his cheap master, the Blood Shadow Ancestor, to claim his reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the Immortal Sovereign, in good spirits, might grant him more immortal qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether his senior brothers and sisters might also be pierced through like Wan Du Gui by Jiang Lin’s flying sword—that is not his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better they all die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen truly despised those senior brothers and sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthless trash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was only a collateral branch’s illegitimate son of the Gao family of Luyang, his lineage was still a proper noble house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He joined the Ghost Ming  Sect to gain resources and become a true noble—not to mingle with demons and monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding office is the true Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practicing the dark path is only to better serve in office; one must not reverse the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen planned to sever ties with the Ghost Ming  Sect once he obtained enough immortal qi, spent a few years in the capital, and then walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single raindrop fell from the nine heavens, leaving a damp mark on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen turned his head to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s going to rain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he, as a Dragon Gate cultivator, no longer feared the chill of rain, he disliked being soaked—this trip, he hadn’t brought an umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked toward the demonic horse, his steps quickening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to find shelter before the heavy rain arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to see the demonic horse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen’s pupils shrank sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic horse lay on its back, all four hooves turned skyward, a massive gash across its neck, motionless in a pool of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the horse stood a black-clad figure, gripping a bloodied blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Rakshasa mask covered his face, hiding his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen’s right hand had already grasped the hilt of his waist sword, ready to strike at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing his horse was clearly premeditated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was aimed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it Ning Zhongtian—or Jiang Lin the Immortal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much thought, only these two in Qinghe would dare and wish to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the Rakshasa mask came a grating, metallic voice: “Have you never heard a saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never climb the mountain after dark; at midnight, ghosts knock on your door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost the instant the words ended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violet-gold lightning bolt split the sky, accompanied by a thunderous boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torrential rain poured down, drenching both men as if from a tipped bucket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen stared fixedly at the black-clad figure, raindrops clinging to his eyelashes, ignoring them, and slowly uttered three words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mountain Yama?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend says that in Yunzhou, there was a master who specialized in robbing travelers in the mountains, calling himself Mountain Yama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he killed, he would say exactly those same words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never climb the mountain after dark; at midnight, ghosts knock on your door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhen’s eyelid twitched; he cursed his bad luck inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected that his first time entering the mountains, he would encounter Mountain Yama—his fortune was truly abysmal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no time to think further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountain Yama’s long blade had already pierced through the curtain of rain, hurtling straight for his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying it came Mountain Yama’s grating voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Learn a lesson—stay off the roads at night from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might need it in your next life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1962,"2026-06-19T22:01:09.077Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","14d3a8f96fed3e0d473d8af0caaf0c9b31fc8ea37882abebfe49ee4fdadbbdfb","eternal-green-immortal-sovereign-chapter-187","eternal-green-immortal-sovereign-chapter-185",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternal-green-immortal-sovereign-cover.jpg"]