[{"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-347":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},2294119,4487,"Chapter 347: Coastal Defense Battle","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-347",347,"\u003Cp>“Damn it, why didn’t I think this damn ritual took so long in past years!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yi slammed a giant three times her height to the ground, her knuckles driving through the magical shell and crushing the possessed vessel’s skull into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she wanted to light every coastal patrol officer on fire—how could so many Yamato cultivators have slipped in without a single warning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was just a momentary outburst; as the saying goes, a thief can steal for a thousand days, but a guardian cannot guard for a thousand days—who knows when these Yamato people infiltrated the port city? Maybe they came in years ago disguised as merchants from other nations, or entered through diplomatic channels under official identities, or even more extremely, perhaps they had lain dead in the sea all along, only now reactivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially this kind of instant demonic possession—straight out of a live zhuang sacrifice—looked exactly like a living corpse demon soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yi shook off the filth from her hands, ready to find a stronger target, when a gust of wind struck—yet the vessel whose skull she had crushed rose again, pulling out an eight-faceted great club and swinging it straight at her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yi sneered, refusing to dodge, simply raising one hand to block the massive club, exhaling demonic energy—immediately, the club crumbled to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while this ancient demoness, who had cultivated for untold centuries, handled it effortlessly, other cultivators might not be so lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yamato cultivators possessed by demons had strong resistance to magical energy; if a proper Daoist priest were present, a single palm thunder would suppress this tide—but now all the orthodox Daoists were at the ritual assembly, and those here were lucky if they weren’t suppressed by thunder arts themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one could summon a bolt of lightning using a summoning spell, it lacked the true exorcistic properties of real thunder arts—better to strengthen the body with magical energy and charge straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you keeping corpses was bullshit!” The paper-cutter controlled dozens of paper dolls rushing to put out fires, muttering nonstop—port city rules banned zombies for safety and to prevent smugglers from using corpse-moving as cover; now, faced with this, if even one bronze-armored corpse were here, he’d be fiercer than Bai Yi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop whining—save your strength to control the paper dolls; these Yamato people’s demons all have soul-devouring traits—relying solely on yin spirits will get you eaten!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shaman cut off the paper-cutter’s muttering, but he ignored her—he could flee even if a flood hit, and maybe more complaints would make the new leadership consider changes after the disaster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though each had their own thoughts, these heterodox, outsider, foreign, and foreign-religion practitioners were all working without slacking—Heaven sees, the dead know—if you slack now, you shouldn’t have come at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant waves kept rolling in like coiling water dragons; the barrier maintained by the entire port city’s choir was now cracked like shattered tempered glass, as if one more strike would shatter it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck it, let the backlash come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the shaman standing behind the makeshift altar, constantly buffing his teammates, cursed aloud—his position was too conspicuous, a prime target; though allies protected him, prolonged pressure finally boiled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore off his outer robe, revealing a delicate red bellyband, snatched up a meticulously consecrated cloth doll from the altar, tapped his toe, lips moving, whispering faint sounds that slowly coalesced into a chant linking heaven and earth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With sincere heart, I offer three incense sticks, transforming into countless clouds; I humbly summon Lord Nezha, the Third Prince, who at seven years old gained divine power. Nezha’s command, Nezha’s command, Nezha’s Third Prince with a million troops. A million soldiers form ranks, galloping to the altar’s front. Your disciple prays with single-minded devotion—Lord Nezha, come to the altar! Divine soldiers, haste, by the law’s command!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the incantation ended, the shaman flung his hand—revealing a telescoping spear; such hollow, ceremonial spears would snap instantly in battle, but now, infused with a sliver of Nezha’s divine will, it became a true divine weapon—just one thrust split the nearby Yamato ghost soldier in two, blood spraying everywhere yet not a drop touched him; the spear tip trembled, blossoming into flowers of flame, the red tassel igniting into roaring fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magical energy gathered beneath his feet into wind-and-fire wheels, turning him into a streak of red light, instantly cutting down several foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire-Tipped Spear pulsed with divine power—those struck by it were not only killed, but their inner demons burned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had summoned a great deity, the shaman knew the situation well—he avoided prolonged fights with these ninja soldiers, charging straight toward the Dragon King Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Summoning Lord Nezha wasn’t inherently wrong—but summoning Lord Nezha inside the Dragon King Temple, with the goal of destroying it? That was a massive problem!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now there was no time to care—if this continued, when the Dragon King truly coalesced, the port city might become Chen Tang Pass!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Lord Nezha was devastating against dragon-kind—the barrier built from Yamato folk’s devotional energy shattered with a single strike; the Yamato deity standing before the altar inside the Dragon King Temple, seeing him burst in, turned pale, slammed his hand on the table, and let out a dragon’s roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound affected friend and foe alike, throwing even the summoned spirit soldiers outside into panic—but Nezha’s possessed shaman remained unfazed; magical energy formed red silk, sealing off the deity’s surroundings, the spear’s flame burning fiercer, the shaman himself like a falling star, smashing the deity and the Dragon King statue behind him into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The port city’s Dragon King statue had received years of incense offerings; though the blow shattered its shell, the backlash of devotional energy remained—the immense Dragon King faith roared in fury, slamming into the shaman’s body, entangling with Nezha’s divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shaman bit down hard on his tongue, using the pain to surge his magic—Nezha’s divine force tore free from his body and collided fully with the Dragon King’s faith, while he scrambled out of the temple, still staggered by the backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, fellow Daoists had been watching—he collapsed, and they rushed forward, dragging him away from danger; before they’d gone far, the Dragon King Temple behind them collapsed in thunderous ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew, it’s over!” The shaman wiped blood from his lips; though his root was wounded, this heroic act might make future deity-summonings easier—who knew if it was a loss or a gain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist helping him opened his mouth to praise him, but his face turned grim—the Dragon King’s faith, after colliding with Nezha’s divine power, had not vanished; instead, it flowed toward the corpse of a Yamato man killed at the very start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The choir’s protective shield finally shattered; the giant waves surged—but did not crash down. Instead, they coalesced into serpentine, dragon-like forms, writhing and coiling, merging with the Dragon King’s faith, all pouring into that single corpse…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1173,"2026-06-20T04:32:50.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","46fa2ce8457dcb8af45ec55f6872af2fb73fa500661e76b5a185f1c3ac2590e0","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-348","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-346",365,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-cover.jpg"]