[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t":3,"chapter-i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm Invincible, and You Tell Me This Is Journey to the West?",{"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},2360515,4615,"Chapter 14: Difficult Roads of Official Travel, Strange Signs at an Ancient Temple","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>At dusk, the sky darkened, and the refugees dared not camp outdoors, instead heading toward a dilapidated ancient temple not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That temple was called “Mingshan”; the name sounded elegant enough, but it had long been abandoned—the mountain gate had collapsed halfway, vines crawled over the courtyard walls, and only the main hall remained relatively intact, serving as a temporary resting place for passing refugees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen followed the crowd into the main hall, where many people were already crammed inside; the air reeked of a complex mixture of sweat and mildew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a corner, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the third watch of night, the wailing of a baby jolted Su Chen out of his shallow meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry was shrill and piercing, filled with agony, followed by a woman’s muffled sobbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My child, my child! What’s wrong with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugees awakened by the noise stirred in agitation; someone lit a firestarter, and under the dim yellow light, they saw a young woman clutching a swaddled infant, weeping uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The baby in her arms had turned a bluish-purple hue, its limbs stiff—clearly lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a tragedy! The child was fine just this morning—how could it die so suddenly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably starved to death—couldn’t catch a breath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd murmured among themselves, all assuming this was just another ordinary tragedy in these chaotic times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Su Chen’s brow tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose and walked over to the woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual sense had already scanned the infant—it had not died of starvation or illness; within its body lingered a faint, elusive chill of demonic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic energy was extremely faint—ordinary cultivators could not detect it—but Su Chen cultivated the Golden Core Dao, his spiritual sense pure and refined, making him exquisitely sensitive to such anomalous energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam, may I take a look at the child?” Su Chen’s voice was gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman, weeping uncontrollably, clung to the infant and refused to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man beside her sighed: “Young man, the dead cannot be brought back—let her weep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen ignored him, extending two fingers to gently press the infant’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barely perceptible golden light sank in, and his vision instantly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He “saw” how, moments earlier, a dark shadow like smoke had drifted down from the rafters, silently landing upon the sleeping infant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow extended sharp claws, lightly covering the infant’s nose and mouth, siphoning away a breath of vital energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That vital energy, like a wisp of white smoke, was drawn into the shadow’s form; it sighed in satisfaction, its shape flickered, then vanished into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s a Qi-Siphoning Demon,” Su Chen realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of minor demon had low cultivation, incapable of taking human form, existing only as a shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It possessed no real combat power, merely stealing the vital energy of living humans while they slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children’s vital energy was the purest—and thus their favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In times of peace, with the protective aura of human settlements shielding villages and cities, such demons would never dare approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with war raging and spiritual fortune in decline, they slipped in through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only a single breath of vital energy, to an adult it might mean only a serious illness—but to this infant in swaddling, it was fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold glint flashed in Su Chen’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could ignore the rise and fall of mortal dynasties—but he could not tolerate such demons harming others before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke to the woman: “Madam, your son may yet be saved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, the woman, who had been utterly despairing, snapped her head up, her eyes blazing with sudden hope: “What did you say? My son… my son can still be saved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding refugees turned to him with startled glances; someone muttered under their breath: “He’s stiff and blue—how could he possibly be saved? Is this young man mad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen ignored them, speaking only to the woman: “Lay the child flat, and step back a few paces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman, as if grasping her last lifeline, immediately obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen knelt down, fingers pressed together like a sword, drawing forth a sliver of pure primordial true energy from within, and traced a symbol in the air above the infant’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no profound spell—merely a simulation of a talisman’s exorcism effect, using his own pure yang true energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden symbol flashed once, then vanished into the infant’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pure yang energy, like sunlight melting snow, instantly purged all lingering cold demonic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Su Chen transmitted a faint thread of life energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sprouting qi he had cultivated over thirteen years of felling trees, drawn from countless plants—weak, yet sufficient to reignite the infant’s flickering life flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waa—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud wail echoed through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infant’s previously stiff, bluish-purple face miraculously regained its rosy hue, its limbs began to kick wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alive! He’s alive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A god! We’ve met a god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall erupted in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone stared at Su Chen as if he were a deity; the young woman collapsed to her knees, pounding her head against the ground in gratitude: “Thank you, benefactor! Thank you for saving my child’s life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen helped her up and said calmly: “It was nothing. But the demon that killed him still lingers in this temple—tonight will not be peaceful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the refugees turned pale with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“D…demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Benefactor, what kind of demon is it? Will it come back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen reassured them: “Do not fear—I am here. It cannot harm you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his gaze, eyes sharp as lightning, sweeping toward the temple’s rafters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, carved beams and painted rafters were thick with dust and cobwebs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his spiritual sense, the dark shadow cowered in the darkest corner, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly terrified by Su Chen’s earlier display of pure yang energy, yet unwilling to abandon the feast of vital energy filling the hall, it hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, vile creature—how audacious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen snorted, too lazy to use a thunder-summoning spell—he didn’t want to frighten these mortals with excessive noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply pressed his fingers into a seal and flicked them lightly toward the rafters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearly invisible gust of wind, infused with his millennia-honed axe intent, shot through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This axe intent had no form or substance, yet was razor-sharp beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not strike flesh—it severed directly into the demon’s core demonic soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squeee—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing, inhuman shriek rang from the rafters; the shadow twisted violently, as if cleaved in half by an invisible blade, then—“puff!”—dissolved into a wisp of green smoke, vanishing entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process was impossibly swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from that ear-splitting scream, the refugees had no idea what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen retracted his fingers and said to them: “The demon is gone. Rest easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he returned to his corner, sat down again, as if he had merely done something trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the refugees could no longer calm themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at Su Chen’s back, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the night, no one dared speak; the hall fell utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, when Su Chen awoke, he found a few items placed before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a dry, hard wheat cake; a chipped earthen jar filled with clear water; and several unripe wild fruits, gathered from somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the refugees’ most precious possessions—offered as thanks with what little they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen stared at them in silence for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the half-cake, took a small bite; its dry, tough texture was hard to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not eaten mundane food in many years—but at this moment, he found this wheat cake more flavorful than any immortal fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the journey, he no longer flew through the wind—he walked alongside the refugees, step by step, heading toward the imperial capital.\u003C\u002Fp>",1321,"2026-06-21T05:42:07.836Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4439bf191e390882172d5358c4e3c40e181951c482d3588ea7cf7c85333201fb","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-15","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-13",470,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-cover.jpg"]