[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner":3,"chapter-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-50":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm Not Crazy—This Is the Emperor's Banner",{"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},2291390,4480,"Chapter 50: Revenge","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>Ghosts cannot harm humans directly, but they can diminish the three fires of the human body, causing fortune to decline and misfortune to cling like a curse—mild cases result in serious illness, severe ones lead to family ruin and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this does not mean they can target anyone; the target must already have weak fortune, so the ghost’s influence acts as a catalyst. If a person’s fortune is strong, not only will the ghost fail to diminish it, but the three fires on the person’s body might burn the ghost itself—that would be the ghost’s bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Xuejiao had first lost her daughter, and now her husband—her fortune had plummeted, just as her life was about to undergo a sudden collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her misfortune was at its peak, her three fires dimmed—this gave Fang Yunlou the chance to approach her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Fang Yunlou suffered the agony of his soul being burned by the three fires—a pain no ordinary person could endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Yunlou himself was a ruthless man; unable to harm those who had wronged him, he turned his fury on his own wife, following the principle: if I cannot have her, I will destroy her—intent on dragging Yang Xuejiao away with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His karmic burdens from life amplified his desires; negative emotions—anger, brutality, madness, lust—began to shatter his reason, and his body changed accordingly, revealing his inner true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his reason collapsed, he felt terrifyingly powerful, convinced he was now a god walking among mortals, with absolute dominion over life and death in all creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he saw Yin Xingyue, he paused for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long-tamed deer had escaped his grasp through death just as he was about to devour her—this filled him with deep regret and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the end, she still fell into his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yunlou’s eyes gleamed with lust, his face twisted with lewdness, radiating intense excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his tentacles, lashing toward Yin Xingyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Yin Xingyue’s words that she wasn’t afraid of him, he paid them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw the massive tentacles surging toward her, Yin Xingyue, who had lived for years under Fang Yunlou’s shadow, said she wasn’t afraid—but still stepped back instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Fang Yunlou laughed louder, his voice brimming with delight and triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shen Siyuan’s voice suddenly echoed in Yin Xingyue’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan’s voice seemed to grant Yin Xingyue boundless courage; she took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then blue flames erupted across her entire body. Fang Yunlou sensed danger and tried to retract his tentacles—but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like tossing a burning match into gasoline, the moment a single tentacle touched the flame, Fang Yunlou’s entire body ignited instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit Fire was far more potent than the three human fires; this soul-burning agony felt like having one’s soul sawed apart, or crushed beneath a stone mill into pulp…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yunlou felt pain unlike anything he had ever known. In the physical world, he would have fainted long ago—but as a ghost, his consciousness remained painfully clear; the greater the pain, the sharper his awareness, making the agony feel infinitely amplified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yunlou screamed in a piercing, agonized wail, endlessly crying out—a soul’s despair so profound that Yang Xuejiao, sitting on the sofa scrolling through her phone, seemed to sense something, glancing around in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt a chill run through her body, so she picked up the remote and slightly raised the air conditioner’s temperature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Fang Yunlou writhe in agony, begging pitifully, Yin Xingyue’s long-held fear of him dissolved completely, replaced by a faint, creeping sense of satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Spirit Fire burned, Fang Yunlou’s tentacles fell off one by one, and his human form gradually reappeared—but he looked incredibly weak, as if a single breeze could scatter him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring him back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan’s voice echoed again in Yin Xingyue’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Yin Xingyue did not move immediately, but turned her gaze toward Yang Xuejiao, who sat on the sofa, frowning in confusion as she adjusted the air conditioner again, feeling the chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt it deeply: this departure would likely be their final parting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they had been mother and daughter, and once, long ago when she was very young and her father had not yet died, they had shared moments of joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Xingyue’s expression was complex—filled with lingering affection, profound disappointment, and a trace of resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what, she was still her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom~” Yin Xingyue whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If there is a next life, I will never be your daughter again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she summoned a dark wind, wrapping Fang Yunlou and rising into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Shen Siyuan, Yin Xingyue called out softly, like a child who had done wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avenge your enemies, settle your grudges—you have nothing to feel guilty about. Besides, he was never good to begin with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the ground, his body so insubstantial it seemed ready to vanish at any moment, Fang Yunlou’s lower half sprouted new tentacles, like those of an octopus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lustful desires had utterly corrupted his soul—no single burst of Spirit Fire could cleanse it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan thought once, summoning the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and immediately sucked him into its depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he would not have Yin Xingyue’s good fortune—he would eventually be ground to dust, becoming material to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan himself possessed no magic power and could not activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with it; he could only rely on the banner’s innate ability to devour ghosts, absorbing souls to repair itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was a demonic artifact. With Shen Siyuan now possessing no cultivation base, absorbing too many souls burdened with tangled desires posed no threat to the banner—but for Shen Siyuan, it was perilous; he risked being consumed and utterly corrupted by those desires, losing his true self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no guess of Shen Siyuan’s—it came from the experience of the Nine Youmingjun . When the Nine You Demon Lord first obtained the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he already had considerable cultivation—and still nearly got consumed by it. Only by acting swiftly did he suppress it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Siyuan now has no cultivation at all, but fortunately, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner itself is also damaged—this has maintained a fragile balance, keeping them at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should the artifact ever grow stronger than its wielder, it would inevitably turn the tables and dominate him—because it is a demonic weapon, not a divine one. That is why Shen Siyuan dares not recklessly plunder the wandering souls roaming the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of the Nine You Demon Lord: in barely a century, he rose from a peasant boy to a Demon Lord—could he truly have escaped the banner’s influence? Shen Siyuan finds that possibility vanishingly small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yunlou, sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, was shattered by its demonic aura—his soul split into fragments, absorbed as nourishment, the banner’s surface rippling with faint ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Ten Thousand Souls Banner been intact, devouring a single soul would not require such effort—even a Nascent Soul cultivator could be devoured in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet because of this, Shen Siyuan finally understood why Fang Yunlou was killed—and who killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shen Siyuan has no intention of informing the police; all these people deserved their fates—none were innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since that is so, Shen Siyuan lets it be—so long as no innocents are slain, he has no interest in interfering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the police catch him, it will only mean bad luck—and Shen Siyuan won’t care either.\u003C\u002Fp>",1276,"2026-06-20T03:53:08.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","91eb7c50ff0d8e5fb4e40a39f2fea186b7395f6f84d32f1d54d19a01c151af48","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-51","i-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-chapter-49",623,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-not-crazy-this-is-the-emperor-s-banner-cover.jpg"]