[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful":3,"chapter-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-837":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Even a Gentleman Must Be Careful",{"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},2269457,4429,"Chapter 837","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-837",837,"\u003Cp>One Hundred and Eighty-Four: The Criminal’s Little Husband\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the gate of the Bing-class water dungeon, Ouyang Rong heard the weak, low voice of the young man and briefly wondered what illness he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after thinking it over, he decided against it—never mind that the old Daoist Sun next door had a sharp tongue and scolded him for overreaching; Ouyang Rong had no energy to meddle in others’ affairs right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Yun Xiangyi heard, it would only deepen her suspicions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat slowly, no rush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Cheng’an this time did not reach for Wen Xin; he stood in the night, staring at Wen Xin’s back for a long while before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Heng’s kill count of monsters was lower than the other two, but he held off high-level monsters alone for a long time, saving many students—this mattered more than killing enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yu’s heart rate had not dropped below 180 since the start, and was still rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance between them was too great, and the separation too long; even soul marks would fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Xue Mama turn and leave, Siyue felt inexplicably hollow—whether from joy or something else, she could not tell; she merely sighed softly at the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand, Ban my lord!” Hei Jue replied respectfully, then slowly merged into the soil, racing toward Leaf Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft “beep,” the door slid open; Xu Jing’an inserted the key card into the slot and walked into the room with her belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Ming had just finished his opponent and flew over to Wang Miao’s side, unable to help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention the gossip about Lin Zhiyu, a prodigy disciple of extraordinary beauty and talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xing Nan shifted his thoughts, straightened his arm, and in the space of a blink, the object took form—silent, invisible, still long and slender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first arrived at the outskirts of the secret realm, gazing at the dense, terrifying spatial forces, Mu Tian had already desired to master such power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Nie was terrified, instantly turning to flee; from the brief contact, he knew he was no match for Huang Yuan—fighting further would only mean death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Nan didn’t know what to say; how could she possibly feel at ease living in such luxury?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Master Ning has time, after we leave the Demon Mist Mountains, Shuangying will find an opportunity to host you, to repay your guidance,” Yan Shuangying said, her eyes like flowing water, extending an invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smiling face in the teacup writhed more violently, like a face contorting in agony. The Emperor grew weary, bored, and gently released his fingers. With a soft “crack,” the cup slipped from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Tian remained silent; when he proposed the two paths, he had anticipated everyone would choose to leave the secret realm. Because of Mu Yi, the insect, he was not worried about his mother’s safety or loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Nan’s tears kept falling, falling, soon soaking a patch of the bedsheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Lin, the Marquis of Wu Ying arrives at your home tonight—has your father prepared?” Deng Fangzhen asked Chen Lin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mufeng’s gaze swept roughly over the crowd of figures—he discovered there were twenty-five of them; adding Yin Yin and Xuesitiya, that made twenty-seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, none of them knew about the Taiyi Secret Realm—not even Jiang BoYue knew his mighty master was trapped inside, helpless and confined to bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Death Scythe Holy Knight was also a Saint-level being, capable of crossing these dozens of li in moments—but then what? They didn’t even know where the enemy was; there was no way to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After decades of struggle in the Chen Dynasty, he stood just one step from entering the Eight Great Vajra ranks—yet he collapsed midway; a lifetime of fame, fortune, and supreme power crumbled in an instant, leaving him with nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Sain desperately needed to know his exact strength; as for fighting Lothema, Sain had no such thought—Lothema’s power was too great; any confrontation would result in Sain being effortlessly crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flurry of clattering sounds—countless rulers flew toward my body. But at that moment, a massive crimson greatsword suddenly descended from the sky. The Ten Courts of Hell had barely reacted before all were struck by the blood blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something terrifying happened: Gu Qingcheng split into two, then four, continuously dividing until she became countless, innumerable forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Shu Ya winning the school’s top prize and being protected by the dean, she would have been expelled by Howard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Qin Ba could no longer remain calm—awakening the True Self was the highest pursuit of Buddhist cultivators; the Buddha himself could be mentioned alongside the Purple Micro Emperor precisely because he fully awakened his True Self, permanently abiding in that state without regression, every movement resonating with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, unleashing boundless power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duan Mu…” But a thunderous voice rang from the sky, piercingly loud, filling me with dread. My heart jolted violently; I looked up at Ksitigarbha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hunter’s hunger grew stronger, and he was determined to claim the Five-Colored Deer; gazing at the fruit above him, its tempting appearance made him unable to bear it any longer—he plucked one at random, wiped it carelessly on his clothes, and shoved it into his mouth—it melted instantly, yet had no flavor at all—not bitter, not sweet, utterly bland!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was tall and slender, with refined features, but his face seemed coated in frost—cold, stern, never smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new Tibetan map given by Rinchen Gyaltsen clearly marked the islands already explored, especially those inhabited, but the Amdo region was labeled as uninhabited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Lei Chen had little contact with Jonathan, but he knew the man was a trustworthy friend—many things didn’t need to be hidden from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forcing back the pain in his meridians, Lei Chen rode his sword to stand before the two, completely blocking their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene struck Zhang Yushu’s eyes; her body stiffened, her gaze sharpening as she studied Mu Zi Yun closely, as if trying to discern something from her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Feng Mo Xue’s situation was no better. She stood in place, holding a drink, listening to others speak, then letting it flow in one ear and out the other—as if she heard nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thud! Thud! Thud!” Heavy footsteps—armored poison guards began their assault after the stone gate closed; their steps were slow, steady, like an advancing army, perfectly synchronized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ziche smiled and called out to Feng Qingran and Wu Nan to go see Mo Qingqing, who was diligently pretending to be a plant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of War’s price was clearly marked—the neatly lined-up corpses before her were her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who among you believes themselves guilty? Raise your hand,” the King said, so you won’t make a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-19T21:28:29.248Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","37cb8c61b0646daab18b59494b9c6f0edb8f5d4586b1da9556d7b02fa9e81049","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-838","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-836",864,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feven-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-cover.jpg"]