[{"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-96":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},2293868,4487,"Chapter 96: Do You Really Believe That?","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-96",96,"\u003Cp>“Everyone be careful! Whatever’s inside, you couldn’t pay for it in a lifetime!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the narrow path, the broker carefully watched the crate on the donkey cart, constantly striking the laborers walking beside it, urging them to guard it closely, terrified something might go wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had considered having the laborers carry it on their backs instead, but the distance to the broker’s office was several li—five or six hundred jin was far too heavy to carry that far; if one stumbled, it would be far worse than a bumpy ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, despite the broker’s tense escort, he failed to notice that one extra man had slipped into his labor crew without his knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man, of course, was the demonic cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving Feng Xue’s residence, he had waited early at this intersection, specifically to intercept the broker bringing that damned refrigerator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His method of blending in was simple: the Ghost Qi Distortion Technique. Since his realm was so advanced, confusing a few mortals required no grand illusions—just a faint leak of his aura, enough to blur his presence. Even if he passed an Xuan cultivator, they’d merely think they’d brushed past some cursed ground—or perhaps a corpse recently moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped among the laborers, even subtly adjusting his posture to appear more like a man whose body had been worn down by a lifetime of hard labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, his act was a little stiff, but by the time the broker’s party reached Feng Xue’s courtyard, he had fully merged into the group, indistinguishable from the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already the hour of Si; Feng Xue’s morning training had long ended, and he was now in the practice chamber, refining his combat style through sparring with Liu Yunxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broker stepped forward and rang the courtyard bell; the sound traveled through the pipes into the house, and soon, the familiar figure appeared at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Feng, we’ve delivered your refrigerator. But installing it’s complicated—where would you like it placed? Pick the spot, and I’ll have my men set it up right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Feng Xue suddenly realized: in this era, refrigerators were like air conditioners—external compressors needed to be installed in a cellar or storage room, powered up, then chilled air piped into the fridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Feng Xue didn’t care—he had plenty of space—so he casually designated a room far from the bedroom and practice chamber, and told the broker to proceed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he watched the refrigerator emerge from wood shavings, sawdust, and straw, his brow furrowed: among a crowd of people with characters floating above their heads, he spotted a bald fellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!” Feng Xue’s heart lurched—and the demonic cultivator, sensing that fleeting shift in emotion, rejoiced inwardly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on! Expose me! Hit me! With all these ordinary people around, you won’t use your killing techniques, right? Palm Thunder? Go ahead, blast me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic cultivator screamed silently in his mind, but Feng Xue remained utterly unmoved—not because he feared harming innocents, but simply because he knew he couldn’t win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, according to the old man from the jade shop, a person without lifespan was either a transformed relic of a great demon or a true immortal playing among mortals. A beginner like him, who’d only cultivated for ten days, stood no chance against such a being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to let him reveal his intentions than to expose him in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this mindset, he directed the broker to move the refrigerator to the kitchen and select a suitable room for the compressor. As they ran back and forth, he finally caught the demonic cultivator’s deliberate slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the demonic cultivator thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just you and me now! Now you’ve got no reservations—come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Feng Xue stepped forward, his expression solemn:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, you’ve repeatedly disguised yourself to test me—what is your true purpose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Where’s the guy who last night would’ve blasted me with Palm Thunder the moment I opened my mouth? Why not just strike first and ask questions later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic cultivator was thrown off by Feng Xue’s drastic change in demeanor—because being taken advantage of had to be passive. If he now blurted out, “Yes, I’m Li Maolin, the legendary demonic master of the Three Fiends Sect from a hundred years ago,” he’d be the fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like getting beaten up—you can demand compensation. But if you trip and fall right in front of your attacker and demand payment, you’re just a scammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic cultivator’s mind raced, his powerful soul unleashing astonishing wit—until he hit upon the perfect idea—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would tell a lie so flimsy it would collapse at the slightest touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hunched back straightened instantly; the laborer now radiated an aura of celestial grace. He clasped his hands behind his back, cleared his throat twice with a posture riddled with flaws:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. You’ve seen through my disguise—you truly have spiritual insight! Young one, have you heard of Zha Shenxian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zha Shenxian? What’s that?” Feng Xue had never heard of it—but as he pondered, Mo Ying, sensing his confusion, explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a custom from my… oh, Bai Li’s hometown. Legend says every year on Lü Zu’s—Lü Dongbin’s—birthday, he disguises himself as a mortal and walks the streets. Whoever bumps into him gains good fortune; if someone recognizes him, they receive the Pure Yang True Transmission. But that’s a Suzhou tradition, and it’s not even April 14th, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Suzhou… isn’t that right nearby?” Feng Xue rolled his eyes, sighing inwardly at the fool’s ignorance of geography—Lucheng and Suzhou were separated only by the Crab Lake, barely dozens of li apart. Similar customs were normal. And if Lü Dongbin could Zha Shenxian, why couldn’t other immortals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Feng Xue didn’t fully believe it—but what could he do against a being of this power? Say, “You’re lying, old man?” That would make him a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t die, but such ancient monsters had countless ways to make him wish he were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic cultivator waited for Feng Xue to object—but instead, the young man wore an expression of “Ah, so that’s it!” The demonic cultivator’s composure cracked. He decided to make the lie even wilder, raising his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wander among mortals. You’ve seen through my disguise—you’re destined. But your lineage is too distinguished for me to take you as a disciple. I’ll test you once more. Since you’ve passed, it is Heaven’s will—I shall impart some skills to you, fulfilling this karmic bond. Treat it like buying a spell from a rice shop. Never call yourself my disciple…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic cultivator thought, “Now you must sense something’s wrong!”—but Feng Xue bowed deeply, arms raised, waist bent at ninety degrees:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple Feng Xue thanks Senior for transmitting the art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Early refrigerators, aside from external compressors and dangerous refrigerants, didn’t look all that backward.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1140,"2026-06-20T04:32:49.208Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a71339032bce395970494fa55e6b055cc9717d571e18c2582fec0569a17b7f59","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-97","i-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-chapter-95",365,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-must-immediately-strike-it-lucky-cover.jpg"]