[{"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-6":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},2360507,4615,"Chapter 6: Dharma Name: Wu Chen, the Dao Lies in the Axe","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>The mountain breeze brushed past, stirring the Daoist robe of Patriarch Bodhi and gradually calming Su Chen’s agitated heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose to his feet, brushed the dirt from his body, picked up the heavy old axe, and silently followed behind the Patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path he had come was arduous with every step, each one treading through unknown confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the road home felt as steady as stone, each step firmly planted upon the solid path of immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked one after the other, passing through the grove where Su Chen had felled the ancient pine with a single axe blow, ascending along the winding mountain trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi led ahead, his steps seeming slow, yet each one spanning dozens of zhang; Su Chen had to summon all his essence and energy just to keep pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned—this was the immortal art of shrinking distance into a single step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the familiar cliff and cave dwelling appeared once more before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spirit Platform, Square Inch Mountain; Slanted Moon, Three Stars Cave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen gazed at the ten large characters carved into the stone tablet, his inner state now utterly different from three months prior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, he had stood before the gate but could not enter, filled with resentment and fury; this time, he had already crossed into the immortal gate, his heart brimming with solidity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi did not pause at the gate; with a sweep of his sleeve, the tightly shut door opened inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, sunlight shone brightly—it was no dark cave, but rather another world entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen realized now that the Slanted Moon, Three Stars Cave was not merely a cave, but an immortal grotto-realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young Daoist acolyte with topknots hurried forward—it was the same one who had previously barred Su Chen from entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Patriarch Bodhi, he immediately bowed deeply: “Hail, Patriarch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his gaze fell upon Su Chen behind the Patriarch, he froze, his face filled with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this the mortal the Patriarch had declared “unworthy”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he be returning with the Patriarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi did not even glance at him, merely murmuring: “Go, summon Wu Ming and the others to the Lecture Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Patriarch.” The acolyte dared not ask further, suppressing his astonishment and hurrying off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi led Su Chen through a long corridor to a spacious hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the hall stood a single cushion—the Patriarch’s seat for teaching—while rows of cushions lined the floor, clearly for the disciples to sit and listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait here,” Patriarch Bodhi said, then walked to the front cushion, sat down, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen respectfully replied and stood quietly to the side, curiously observing this immortal grotto-realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, footsteps approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a dozen disciples in black Daoist robes entered the Lecture Hall, led by the same acolyte who had greeted them earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Patriarch already seated, they fell silent, each taking a cushion, then stealing glances at Su Chen standing beside them—curious, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is this man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why has the Patriarch brought a mortal here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the disciples murmured among themselves, a figure shot through the door with a swift “whoosh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Patriarch! I’ve finished my chores!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer was Sun Wukong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past three months, he had spent his days sweeping the back mountain, tilling the garden, tending flowers, pruning trees, hauling water, and carrying paste—mundane tasks that had, nonetheless, tempered his wild nature slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon entering, he spotted Su Chen standing there, and his monkey eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Brother?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong dashed over, leaping and bouncing around Su Chen, scratching his head and rubbing his ears, utterly ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a flood of grievances and longing to pour out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you get in? I thought you’d already left! I was going to descend the mountain and find you once I learned my skills!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the monkey’s genuine emotion, Su Chen felt a warmth in his chest and patted his shoulder: “It’s a long story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft cough came from the front cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Lecture Hall fell silent; Sun Wukong instantly dropped his playful expression and stood obediently to the side, though his eyes kept darting toward Su Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over each disciple’s face before finally settling on Su Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This man is named Su Chen, a seeker from the mortal world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples perked up, ears straining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three months ago, I said he had no affinity with me. Yet his Dao heart remained unshaken; he did not leave, but instead, in the wilds, through mortal means, he independently unlocked the path of cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the hall erupted in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes fixed on Su Chen, filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-unlocked the path of cultivation? What nonsense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path of cultivation is perilous at every step; without guidance, one risks demonic deviation or even death and the loss of one’s Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this mortal forge his own way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi ignored the disciples’ shock and continued: “Affinity is not solely ordained by heaven—it can also be claimed by one’s own will. He opened the immortal gate through sincere intent; thus, he does have affinity with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From today, Su Chen is a registered disciple of the Slanted Moon, Three Stars Cave. His Dharma name: Wu Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen. Wu Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s heart trembled; he stepped forward and bowed deeply to Patriarch Bodhi: “Disciple Wu Chen, bows to Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he called him “Master,” not “Patriarch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi accepted the bow without protest, a faint smile appearing on his face: “You have entered, but your foundation was self-taught—crude and flawed. Your method, though seeming to gather essence and energy, operates chaotically, lacking true method. Prolonged use will damage your root. Today, I shall rectify it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he flicked his finger, and a gentle golden light shot into Su Chen’s third eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen felt a sudden “boom” in his mind, as if an endless flood of knowledge surged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His self-devised, crudely named “Qi Refining Scripture” was laid bare under the golden light—every blockage, every error, every omission was dissected, corrected, and completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Qi” he had barely managed to circulate now surged like a river finding its channel, racing along an exquisitely intricate path through his meridians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever it passed, the meridians widened, impurities washed away, and an unprecedented sense of ease flooded his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, the golden light faded. Su Chen opened his eyes and bowed deeply again to Patriarch Bodhi: “Thank you, Master, for transmitting the method!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel that, after the Patriarch’s correction, his “Qi Refining Scripture” had been utterly transformed. Though still a foundational technique, it was now upright, direct, and pointed unerringly toward the Dao—no obstacle would remain until he reached the Realm of Refining the Spirit and Returning to Emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patriarch Bodhi nodded slightly, then turned to Sun Wukong: “You monkey, born with a divine root yet stubborn and unruly. Wu Chen has entered; take him as your warning. Do not think that entering the immortal gate grants you license to slack off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong scratched his head, half-understanding, but seeing Su Chen truly become his junior brother, he was happier than ever and nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Patriarch Bodhi’s gaze turned to the lead disciple: “Wu Ming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple here,” Wu Ming rose immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Chen is new to the mountain and unfamiliar with the rules. You will guide him in becoming accustomed to them. As for his quarters, assign him to stay with Wu Kong. They arrived together; it is fitting they look out for each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple obeys,” Wu Ming bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for Wu Chen’s cultivation…” Patriarch Bodhi paused, “He awakened to the Dao through the axe. Thus, the ‘axe’ is his Dao. From today, all firewood for the cave shall be his sole responsibility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Patriarch Bodhi’s form shimmered and vanished from the cushion, as if he had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere in the Lecture Hall instantly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples immediately gathered around Su Chen—some curious, some polite, others distant—each offering greetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, Brother Wu Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen returned each bow with humility, neither subservient nor arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Wukong squeezed beside him and whispered: “Master told you to chop wood? I’ll go too! Let’s go together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need,” Su Chen shook his head softly. “Master has other tasks for you. You need only focus on listening, practicing calligraphy, and refining your nature. Chopping wood is my cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ming approached, smiling: “Brother Wu Chen, come with me—I’ll show you your quarters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Su Chen and Sun Wukong through several corridors to a secluded courtyard at the back of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two simple huts stood within—the dwelling of Sun Wukong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ming pointed to one empty room: “This is your quarters. The cave’s rules: rise at Mao hour for lectures, practice calligraphy at noon, evening recitations at You hour. The rest of the time, cultivate as you wish. Your duty: chop firewood. Each day, you must supply enough for the three main halls and the kitchen. No errors allowed. The woodshed is over there; take your axe from there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added: “Brother Wu Chen, the path of cultivation values lineage and gradual progress above all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though the Patriarch praises your insight, self-taught methods are ultimately heretical paths—unstable foundations. You must diligently study orthodox methods and not be distracted by flashy tricks that will ruin your future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This advice sounded well-intentioned, yet carried a condescending tone, implying Su Chen’s “Dao” was a crude, unworthy path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen’s expression did not change; he merely bowed slightly: “Thank you, Brother Wu Ming, for your guidance. I shall remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ming, seeing his demeanor, said no more and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he was gone, Sun Wukong leaned in, indignant: “Wu Ming is so rude! What’s this ‘heretical path’ nonsense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Chen smiled, unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed toward the woodshed, his eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others saw chopping wood as labor; he saw it as the path to heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>",1675,"2026-06-21T05:42:07.836Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5f636261d9410ff42ac2396ded662d7e1e0cca3d37b653af2eae8f888a0a9921","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-7","i-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-chapter-5",470,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-invincible-and-you-tell-me-this-is-journey-t-cover.jpg"]