[{"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-25":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},2360526,4615,"Chapter 25: Mingxin Daoist, the Trail of Wuzhuang Pavilion","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-25",25,"\u003Cp>To avoid drawing attention, Su Chen descended from the sky ten li outside the city and walked toward the gate on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city walls were not particularly tall, but they were sturdy, still bearing scars from axe and sword strikes, clearly having endured many battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the city gate, merchants and travelers came and went in constant streams; the guards conducted routine checks, but not harshly—merely going through the motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen concealed his aura, appearing no different from an ordinary wandering Daoist, and entered the city with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering, a rich scent of mortal life surged around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along both sides of the streets stood shops of every kind: taverns, teahouses, pawnshops, and general stores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cries of peddlers, the laughter of children, and the clamor of carts and horses wove together into a vibrant symphony of the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen asked a passerby and learned that this kingdom was called “Xian Kingdom,” and the city he stood in was named “Jicheng,” a major stronghold in the eastern region of Xian Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goal was clear: find local cultivators and inquire about Mount Wanshou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortals might not know, but cultivators, however minor, had likely heard of the Daoist stronghold of the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen did not wander aimlessly like a bee without a hive; instead, he walked straight into the most imposing teahouse he could find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such places gathered all manner of people and were the most well-informed hubs for news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered a window-side private seat, ordered a pot of fine fragrant tea, and sipped slowly while quietly listening to the idle chatter of the other patrons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teahouse buzzed with voices, all discussing trivial matters—family gossip, which merchant house had made profit, which official had taken another concubine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen listened for half an hour and heard nothing related to cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to leave for another place, the storyteller in the center of the teahouse slammed his wooden clapper, cleared his throat, and began speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, we won’t tell tales of legends—let me recount a local tale of immortals!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller’s announcement instantly drew the full attention of every teahouse patron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In our Jicheng region, there is indeed celestial fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend says, two hundred li east of the city, lies Gong Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mountain is perpetually shrouded in mist, its peaks towering and forests dense—ordinary hunters dare not venture deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet ten years ago, a herbalist climbed the mountain to gather herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his way and, on the verge of starving and freezing, suddenly glimpsed a Daoist pavilion atop the summit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The herbalist thought he was delirious from hunger, and with his last breath, crawled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, guess what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the pavilion’s entrance stood an ancient immortal, radiating divine grace!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immortal gave him a bowl of clear water and a single fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The herbalist drank the water and ate the fruit—and instantly regained his strength, his wounds fully healed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to his senses and turned to kowtow in gratitude, the pavilion and the immortal had vanished without a trace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller spoke vividly, spittle flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patrons listened with rapt attention, occasionally bursting into exclamations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True or false? Is there really an immortal on Gong Mountain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows? But that place is eerie—I heard my second cousin’s neighbor’s nephew once saw light on the summit of Gong Mountain at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s heart stirred at this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether true or false, the likelihood of cultivators existing on Gong Mountain was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left a few silver coins, rose quietly, and left the teahouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Jicheng, he immediately took to the wind, flying eastward toward the endless mountain range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred li meant nothing to him—it took only a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Mountain’s range was exactly as the storyteller described: steep peaks, lush forests, and thick clouds veiling everything above mid-slope, radiating an aura of mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s spiritual sense swept across the terrain and soon detected a Daoist pavilion concealed by a formation on the mid-slope of the main peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formation was simple, yet sufficient to hide its presence and deter mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not force entry; instead, he dissipated his magic power, landed beyond the formation, and followed a deliberately obscured mountain path step by step to the pavilion’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pavilion was small, built of blue bricks and gray tiles, appearing ancient and simple. Above the gate hung a plaque inscribed with three characters: “Mingxin Pavilion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen stepped forward and gently tapped the door ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a creak, the gate opened inward, revealing a young Daoist acolyte in a gray robe, curiously studying Su Chen: “Esteemed Daoist, whom do you seek?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Wu Chen, a wandering Daoist,” Su Chen bowed respectfully, his voice gentle. “Passing through this land, I heard of a celestial Daoist abode here and have come to pay respects and discuss the Dao with the pavilion’s master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young acolyte, though young, sensed Su Chen’s extraordinary aura and dared not be careless; he quickly replied: “Daoist, please wait a moment—I shall inform my master at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, an elderly Daoist in a blue robe emerged from behind the acolyte—white-haired, ruddy-faced, and brimming with vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied Su Chen from head to toe, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his own cultivation, he could not fathom the depth of this young Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Xuan Ming,” the elder said, bowing respectfully without arrogance. “Daoist, you have traveled far, and I failed to greet you—please forgive me. Do come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This elder was none other than the pavilion’s master, Daoist Xuan Ming, possessing the cultivation realm of Cultivating Spirit and Returning to Emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen followed Daoist Xuan Ming inside, and they took their seats as host and guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young acolyte soon brought fresh tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They conversed, discussing cultivation insights and sacred scriptures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Xuan Ming realized that this Daoist Wu Chen possessed far broader knowledge and deeper understanding of the Dao than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often, a question that had puzzled him for decades was resolved in just a few words from Su Chen, leaving him with sudden clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Xuan Ming’s respect deepened further—he now regarded Su Chen as a senior master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the moment was right, Su Chen spoke: “Daoist Xuan Ming, my journey westward has been to seek immortals and friends, yet I also harbor one wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have heard that in the Western Ox-Heaven Continent lies a celestial paradise called Mount Wanshou, where stands Wuzhuang Pavilion—the Daoist stronghold of the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have long yearned to pay homage, yet everywhere I’ve searched, I’ve found no trace of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have you ever heard of this place?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Xuan Ming smiled, stroking his beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, Daoist Wu Chen, you’ve asked the right person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down his teacup, his expression filled with longing: “Wuzhuang Pavilion—that is true immortal territory. We mortals have no right even to gaze upon it. Not you or I—even those who have become immortals cannot find its gate without destined fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s heart stirred again. “Oh? What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wuzhuang Pavilion is guarded by an ultimate formation—only those with destined fortune may enter,” Daoist Xuan Ming explained. “Mount Wanshou appears to lie within the Western Ox-Heaven Continent, yet it has long since become a separate realm. Ordinary beings passing by its edge see only an ordinary mountain range—nothing more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, according to you, what qualifies as ‘destined fortune’?” Su Chen asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Xuan Ming shook his head and smiled. “‘Destined fortune’ is profoundly mysterious—who can truly explain it? Perhaps sincerity of heart brings response, or perhaps it is mere coincidence. But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his tone, pointing in a direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly wish to test your fortune, travel southeast from here—roughly three thousand li away lies a vast, continuous mountain range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That range is what mortals call Mount Wanshou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walk through those mountains, observe them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you truly have destined fortune, perhaps you will gain the chance to see the immortal gate of Wuzhuang Pavilion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s heart leapt with joy, yet his face remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose and bowed deeply to Daoist Xuan Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Daoist, for guiding me. I am deeply grateful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoist, you are too kind,” Daoist Xuan Ming quickly rose to return the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our conversation today has greatly benefited me. If your search proves fruitless, you are always welcome to return to my Mingxin Pavilion—we shall share tea again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen stayed one day at Mingxin Pavilion, discussing the Dao with Daoist Xuan Ming through the night, thus repaying the favor of direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn the next day, he took his leave, flying eastward along the path Daoist Xuan Ming indicated, vanishing into the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>",1458,"2026-06-21T05:42:07.836Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","31032cb627d15bfb1767fee11f3c28b4dc9705e113fd4f80d0344401956174c3","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-26","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-24",470,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-cover.jpg"]