[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky":3,"chapter-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-325":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Must Immediately Strike It Lucky",{"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},2294097,4487,"Chapter 325: First Clash","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>The assassin’s figure still hunched as before, but now a bone-deep killing intent finally surfaced in his brows; the glint of steel in his hand extended barely half an inch beyond his fingertips—most people would not even notice he held a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements twisted and unnatural, exceeding human joint limits, striking precisely at the blind spots of human motion; the explosive force within such a tiny space was terrifyingly swift. Though Feng Xue reacted quickly, he could not avoid a shallow cut from the dagger—no longer than a pinky finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue was about to counterattack when suddenly his head spun—he lost control of his body and began to collapse. Seeing this, the assassin’s corpse-like face betrayed a flicker of triumph. He reached out, hooked Feng Xue over his shoulder, and turned to dash out of the clinic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the patients’ screams, the assassin unleashed his lifetime’s training, becoming a shadow that slipped through the dim twilight, weaving through alleyways with sharp turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The labyrinthine terrain of Chickens’ Nest Village was a maze to newcomers, but to those who knew it, every corner held a shortcut. Carrying Feng Xue, the assassin sprinted on, and within minutes, he reached a safehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master… Master… Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the assassin froze—as if about to retrieve something—then began spinning in place like ants without a leader. At that moment, a sigh unexpectedly echoed in the room, a place that should have held no one else—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh… your illusion technique still needs work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world shattered like a mirror struck hard. The assassin’s composure collapsed completely. The safehouse remained the same, but the target on his shoulder had become a bench. Seeing the target standing three meters away, his mind reeled. Feng Xue narrowed his eyes—and an invisible lock clicked shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Catch him!” Yin Bao chirped happily. Feng Xue rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Catch him? If you could just make your illusion better, we’d have located his base already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Real-time illusion calculation is hard! I have to read his mind, set up the environment, match his memories as closely as possible, and constantly fine-tune it—all while his mental stability is rock-solid…” Ink Yin immediately complained, but Feng Xue said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the illusion had failed to fully deceive, the instant it dissolved, the opponent’s spirit had inevitably opened a gap—allowing Ghost’s Confusion to activate successfully. Now that [Ding Tian Ming] was locked in, the outcome was no longer in doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nakajima Daisuke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Japanese?” Feng Xue raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning—he must be the “inconsequential” minor player the great demon had mentioned earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Occupation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ninja.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?” Feng Xue paused, startled by the familiar term. Curious, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which ninja village? Do you have a bloodline limit? What jutsu do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a ninja bred by the Kukyu Sect. I don’t know what a bloodline limit is. My known jutsu include Rope Escape, Weapon Concealment, and Disguise…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch… a realism-style ninja? Still, fooling the Qi-Viewing Art is impressive. But Kukyu Sect… why does that sound familiar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue shook his head. Better to ask directly than speculate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you kidnap me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I was only ordered to capture you alive. Nothing else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s awfully cautious…” Feng Xue shook his head and pressed on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is your master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninja did not answer. Feng Xue frowned, thinking he might not know, and asked again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where was the handoff supposed to take place? How was contact made?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no response. Had it not been for Ghost’s Confusion still locked onto him, Feng Xue might have suspected the spell had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One-way communication? A careful man. But as long as I know the sect’s lineage, I can just inquire later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue pondered, considering how to handle this ninja.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing him outright would be meaningless—a mere tool, useful only for venting anger. Better to hand him over to the great demon later; perhaps he could still serve some other purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he turned to return to the clinic, the ninja—previously motionless—suddenly stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue, whose battle mode kept his over-the-shoulder vision active, instantly sensed something wrong. He lunged forward—just as the little bell’s warning glow arrived belatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not belated—because the ninja’s movements were now unnaturally stiff, nowhere near the explosive speed he’d shown in the clinic. Feng Xue didn’t even need to defend himself—only needed to say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninja froze instantly, like a living wax statue. Yet the images projected by the little bell inside his mind continued to shift rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding Tian Ming should be flawless—once locked, the target cannot defy my commands. So this change must stem from external influence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the muscles bulge violently against his will, the frail old man looked as if he were about to explode into a steroid-fueled beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, an indescribable sound erupted—blood sprayed from ruptured vessels, tendons snapped. Yet the ninja, whose body should have been dead, launched an attack anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This must be some kind of puppet technique,” Feng Xue thought, seeing the ninja’s lifespan vanish—he was dead. He immediately asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there a method to use spellcraft to directly lock onto the original body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way,” the little bell replied. “This isn’t real-time control. No Qi interaction to latch onto.” Feng Xue said no more, pointed his fingers like a sword—and instantly, his mental energy surged, transformed by a talisman he carried into a crimson blade crackling with lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wrist flick, he unleashed the gamer’s sword-riding technique—known among players as “Thunderfire Sword.” The spell carved a blazing trail of crimson and blue through the air, spinning once—and the ninja’s head fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the body did not collapse. It still reached out with dripping hands, stiffly attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue flicked his fingertip—the Thunderfire Sword pivoted, its light swirling, severing arms and legs from the torso.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Feng Xue did not destroy the corpse. He withdrew his power, pinched a spell seal—and a lightning-marked sigil rose into the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was ambushed here by a Japanese ninja. New to this land, unsure how to proceed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He infused enough energy to sustain the sigil for fifteen minutes, nodded approvingly at his calligraphy, when Ink Yin whispered beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who can’t copy from a model?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1042,"2026-06-20T04:32:50.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","74fa592291aa47b2aef964a5e3621463b0603f7c066d20ba45ebbd81ae1b05c0","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-326","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-324",365,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-cover.jpg"]