[{"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-339":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},2294111,4487,"Chapter 339: Peace and Order Seem to Have Improved Overnight","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-339",339,"\u003Cp>After Bai Yi left with her rebellious mouse, Feng Xue returned to the jade carving and regarded the virtual deity with a strange look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed Su’e Huiye, whose personality code hadn’t even been loaded yet, would be a rigid AI at best, no more than a virtual deity tier—but he hadn’t expected that even without consciousness, it was still influenced by believers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could this be why summoning a virtual deity pollutes the soul? If I directly edit the virtual deity’s knowledge base and produce Di Liujang, wouldn’t that be equivalent to directly implanting specific knowledge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue’s mind was quick—he immediately thought of a more obscure application—but there was still one problem: he didn’t know whether this knowledge loading worked on humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, the devils are still too early… Hmm, no, that’s not right—his mental sea is already blocked shut. I should’ve grabbed some ordinary ninja as cadavers back then; now I don’t even have a single test subject for spells.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue sighed inwardly, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave—only to be pulled back by Liu Yunxi, who had already begun preparing lunch; he didn’t step out until after finishing lunch, fully armed and ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what’s the rush? Where are you heading off to again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Liu Yunxi hadn’t turned into a ring; instead, she wore plain clothes and walked beside Feng Xue, who shrugged and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This world has human Dao energy—even the devils have it. If they don’t provoke me, and I go out to capture them, I accrue karmic debt. So I’m just strolling the streets—if any fools come at me, I can drag them back as cadavers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’m just your fishing bait now, huh?” Liu Yunxi’s face darkened instantly. She’d thought today’s decision not to turn her into a ring meant he was treating her like a person—but it was just for fishing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense! If it were an ordinary beauty, some thug might flirt—but you? With your looks and me, your obviously wealthy companion? Even if someone does approach you, they’re almost certainly targeting me!” Feng Xue rolled his eyes, took her arm, and they headed toward Temple Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the second day of the month; the streets were still crowded with idlers. Street performers were everywhere—some drumming and monkey-taming, others on stages performing operas, and of course, storytellers and comic performers beside tea stalls and taverns. But after walking a few steps, Feng Xue felt something was odd—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are all the stories about Nezha causing havoc in the sea? Is this tale that popular?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t there also stories about the Great Sage wreaking havoc in the Dragon Palace and the Eight Immortals crossing the sea?” Liu Yunxi pointed to a nearby teahouse. Though the storyteller was inside, their sharp hearing could still catch the line: “Too light, too light!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re really obsessed with picking fights with the Dragon King, huh?” Feng Xue smirked, but Liu Yunxi replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you forgotten where we are? This is a port city—everyone depends on the sea. If you talk about mountains collapsing or earth splitting, common folk won’t get it—but if you mention raging waves, they’ll understand instantly. Naturally, stories must involve the sea! Otherwise, what’s the point of describing a thousand-jin drumming golden hammer that kills millions a day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That actually makes sense.” Feng Xue nodded, finally understanding. Unlike modern storytellers, ancient people were isolated; even in this era of high literacy, their knowledge of the outside world came only through newspapers, and many tales were incomprehensible to common folk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you told a tale about a half-immortal in Hainan Island, they wouldn’t understand—they had no idea what “old-cold-legs” was, so how could it predict weather? Similarly, if you told northerners about throwing melons and accidentally tossing durians, they wouldn’t get the joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People near the coast were familiar with the sea, so sea-related tales were easier to grasp—and such tales inevitably featured the Dragon King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xue walked from Chengnan to Chengbei, listening to several full stories—but even so, each performance still drew crowds. He could only sigh at how scarce entertainment was for the common folk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wandered, stopping and starting, Feng Xue found himself unconsciously at the entrance of Moyu Xuan. It wasn’t surprising—he knew only three places in the whole port: Yangrenjie, Jilongzhai, and the entrance to Moyu Xuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached this spot, Liu Yunxi suddenly paused and pointed at the ground, smiling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look—the hole you smashed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘I’ smashed? Wasn’t that you?” Feng Xue rolled his eyes, staring at the dark red indentation still lodged in the crack—utterly speechless. Back then, he’d run into thugs just by walking around; now he’d nearly crossed the entire port and still hadn’t seen one. Had the yakuza taken a holiday for the New Year?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Feng Xue grumbled inwardly, a familiar face approached and greeted them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feng Daoist! Out for a stroll?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long time no see!” Feng Xue smiled and greeted the owner of Moyu Xuan, whom he’d known for less than a month—leaving the man momentarily at a loss for words. Finally, he forced a topic:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you planning to go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still undecided. You know I’m unfamiliar with the port—do you know any places that are particularly chaotic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ask for trouble spots like that?” The Moyu Xuan owner was appalled. This man was a troublemaker—he’d caused a stir just by selling spirit ghosts, even drawing Jiu Gu’s attention to question him. Now he was asking for chaotic areas? If not for the lack of blood-spirit aura on him, he’d suspect this was a demonic cultivator out hunting for qi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d opened the door himself—he couldn’t dodge the question. After a moment’s thought, the Moyu Xuan owner said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yangrenjie has many new foreign goods—you two might find them interesting. But foreigners there often lack manners; be careful when you go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!” Feng Xue nodded, thanked him, and led Liu Yunxi toward Yangrenjie. The Moyu Xuan owner watched Feng Xue’s smile and suddenly felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the Moyu Xuan owner’s inner muttering aside, Feng Xue and Liu Yunxi strolled through Yangrenjie, where small Western-style houses lined the street, shops overflowed with goods, and occasionally, wealthy ladies—surrounded by servants laden with packages—shopped relentlessly. Just as Feng Xue wondered why he hadn’t seen a single thug, a wooden gavel cracked through the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Greek king Eurystheus imposed twelve impossible tasks upon the demigod Heracles. The seventh task? To slay the nine-headed serpent Hydra!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This serpent was an ancient aberration, dwelling deep in the Lernaean Marsh, bearing nine venomous heads. No ordinary man could even approach it—merely breathing its corpse-poisoned breath would turn one into a puddle of sludge three zhang away. Worse still, where a head was severed, two more sprouted instantly—truly an endless demon, an unkillable scourge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-20T04:32:50.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5421c830809fbce81fdf1796503374d7e28813002f55866f8620234ebc6fd154","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-340","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-338",365,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-cover.jpg"]