[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength":3,"chapter-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Subdue the Immortals with Strength",{"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},2295304,4490,"Chapter 2: Revenge","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Xia Daoming shot out of the ruined hut like a Te snake emerging from its Dong , mid-air, his hands and feet already unleashed lethal strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand raised, serpent-blade in grip, palm down, back of hand up, blade-edge forward—he slashed like a knife, slicing straight through a Blood Wolf Guard’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Wolf Guard immediately clutched his throat, toppled backward, as if his neck had been slit by a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, Xia Daoming’s leg whipped through the air like a serpent’s tail, sweeping sideways—two Blood Wolf Guards were flung clean away, crashing hard into the wall behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woof!” The Blood Wolf Mastiff growled and lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!” Xia Daoming delivered a direct side kick—the massive, calf-sized mastiff was instantly sent flying, landing like a heavy sack, its four legs twitching violently before going still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” One Blood Wolf Guard, terrified by Xia Daoming’s ferocity, spun to flee—but stepped squarely onto the thorn traps Xia Daoming had laid around the hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he felt a chilling coldness pierce through his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” The Blood Wolf Guard screamed again, looking down at the bloodied dagger tip protruding from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining two Blood Wolf Guards had already turned and bolted in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the pockmarked, one-eyed Blood Wolf Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the leader of the six Blood Wolf Guards, strongest among them—but now he was terrified beyond reason, running purely on instinct to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he’d taken more than a few steps, a searing pain struck the back of his neck—his head tilted sideways, his body slumped to the ground, his lone eye staring wide open at the shadow that flashed past his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Fourth Rank Martial Master realm, with strength far exceeding that of a Fourth Rank Martial Master, each time Xia Daoming landed, he launched upward like a cannonball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sand and dust exploded from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the last Blood Wolf Guard could reach the village gate, Xia Daoming caught up and seized him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief interrogation, Xia Daoming killed him without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, a bonfire blazed in the small courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fire, chunks of Blood Wolf Mastiff meat roasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fat sizzled as it dripped onto the flames, sending occasional bursts of fire upward, the rich aroma of roasting meat drifting through the abandoned village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For however many years this desert village had stood alone, it now carried the faint scent of human life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming hadn’t tasted meat in over ten days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Wolf Mastiff’s blood and qi surged violently—its flesh was unquestionably a potent tonic for strengthening a martial cultivator’s blood and qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming naturally wouldn’t waste it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the wasteland village, the morning sun rose like a fiery disc over the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hut, Xia Daoming stared at the empty wooden box, licked the juice clinging to his fingers, his eyes filled with lingering satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three days, he had finished the last segment of the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng and nearly half the smoked Blood Wolf Mastiff meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pity—the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng is gone. Now I’ll have to rely on Blood Wolf Mastiff meat again. Hmph, Xia Daoming, you’re getting arrogant—this meat? You used to never even dream of eating it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming shook his head, and the interface in his mind flickered into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivation Base: Fourth Rank Martial Master\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ninth-Level Meridian Strengthening Progress: Twenty Percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My meridians are now strengthened to the Ninth Level—I should be able to handle a Fifth Rank Great Martial Master. Time to leave this place and settle the score with the Blood Wolf Hall in Heishi City!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Xia Daoming rose, grabbed his pack, and stepped out of the hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mangzhou, the largest and most sprawling prefecture of Great Liang, was a land of harsh environment, meager resources, rampant bandits, and lawless gangs, where human lives were as worthless as grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering, endless Mang Mountains divided Mangzhou into northern and southern regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mang Mountains blocked the moist air flowing north from the vast southern ocean, leaving northern Mangzhou with scarce rainfall, scorching summers, freezing winters, and mostly desert and wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In northern Mangzhou, only where water existed did people settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All cities, fortresses, towns, and villages were built around water sources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heishi City was built against Heilong Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowmelt from the mountain carved out a lake below, forming an oasis—and thus Heishi City was founded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Heishi City, all gravel was black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city walls were constructed entirely from black rock, hence the name Heishi City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heishi City was only a small town in the north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Order within the city was maintained not by the government, but by clans, gangs, and martial academies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Wolf Hall was one of many such factions in Heishi City, controlling three neighborhoods in the southern quarter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon-Serpent Martial Academy was also in the south; its master, Chou Zhiheng, was elderly, taught only disciples, lived a life of comfort, avoided territorial disputes, and thus had no serious conflict with the Blood Wolf Hall, maintaining a relatively peaceful relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chou Zhiheng and Wei Mao had long been close, often calling each other brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, Chou Zhiheng’s transformation after consuming the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng drew Wei Mao’s attention—leading to the leak of the secret and the massacre of the Dragon-Serpent Martial Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Blood Wolf Hall’s back courtyard, a spacious room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man was thrusting violently atop a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy breathing and sultry moans echoed through the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Creak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was pushed open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo was at the critical moment—suddenly hearing the door open, he kept going, growling like a beast from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap! Slap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply to Wei Mo was the sharp crack of slaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo realized something was wrong and snapped his head around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s you!” Seeing the intruder’s face, Wei Mo’s expression changed—he hastily pulled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You carry on, no need to stop—I don’t mind waiting a bit,” Xia Daoming said, leaning casually against the doorframe with arms crossed, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xia Daoming showed no immediate intent to attack, Wei Mo relaxed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a Fourth Rank Martial Master, while Xia Daoming had been nothing but a Second Rank Martial Master—even if he’d stolen the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng, he’d need time to consume it; in just over ten days, breaking into Third Rank was the absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, this was the Blood Wolf Hall’s main base—plenty of men were stationed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m curious—how did you escape my father’s pursuit, and how did you get here?” Wei Mo said, slowly pulling on his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m equally curious—your father’s corpse is still warm, yet you have the heart to indulge in pleasure here?” Xia Daoming said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo’s face darkened—but then, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, he burst into laughter: “Ha! Don’t tell me you killed my father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it funny? If I could kill your uncle, why not your father?” Xia Daoming said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your uncle hadn’t been gravely wounded and obsessed with the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng, would you ever have had a chance to kill him? But since you mention it—boy, since you’re here, hand over the Ginseng willingly. I might consider sparing your life.” Wei Mo’s eyes gleamed with greed as he stared at Xia Daoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk—they say the Young Master is cruel and heartless. Seems the rumors are true—you’d set aside your father’s and uncle’s murders for the sake of the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng.” Xia Daoming sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little brat, you want to die!” Wei Mo finally lost patience—he snarled, lunged forward, and swung a devastating punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming didn’t dodge—he surged his blood and qi, fingers splayed, reaching forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a Fourth Rank Martial Master!” Wei Mo’s face paled, a flicker of unease rising in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t retract or change his strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His punch was fully charged, roaring with momentum—while Xia Daoming merely responded casually. Even if he’d reached Fourth Rank, what difference did it make?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming’s palm clamped down like an eagle’s talon, gripping Wei Mo’s fist tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo was stunned—he instinctively tried to pull back, but Xia Daoming’s hand was like iron pincers, cold and unyielding—his fist couldn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads of cold sweat broke on Wei Mo’s forehead—he gritted his teeth, raised his left hand into a palm-blade, stabbing straight for Xia Daoming’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!” Xia Daoming’s eyes flashed with cold light—his other hand shot forward in a Serpent Head Fist, swift as lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Serpent Head Fist struck the palm-blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of snapping fingers and Wei Mo’s scream followed one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo’s left hand snapped back instantly—four fingers bent grotesquely, trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were Fourth Rank Martial Masters—but their strength differed vastly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help! Help!” After screaming, Wei Mo shouted in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed in the room—but no one entered. Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop yelling. Even if you scream yourself hoarse, no one will come,” Xia Daoming smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand squeezed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo’s fist groaned under pressure, bones cracking and warping beneath Xia Daoming’s grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pain! My hand’s breaking! Let go! Hero, please let go!” Wei Mo screamed and begged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go? Then why didn’t you spare Master Chou and the Dragon-Serpent Martial Academy?” Xia Daoming’s face was as cold as ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Please, spare my life!” Wei Mo continued pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop dreaming. If you tell me where you’ve hidden all the wealth you’ve plundered over the years, I’ll give you a quick death.” Xia Daoming said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You die!” Wei Mo suddenly kicked upward, aiming for Xia Daoming’s groin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xia Daoming’s kick was faster—he kicked back Wei Mo’s leg, then stomped down mercilessly on his knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo’s right leg snapped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!” Wei Mo screamed again, nearly fainting from the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not in a hurry—I’d very much like to see just how hard the Young Master’s bones are!” Xia Daoming said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell! I’ll tell!” Wei Mo quickly surrendered and confessed the hiding place of the treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may go now!” Xia Daoming said coolly after listening, then formed a Snake Head Fist with both hands and struck violently at Wei Mo’s temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Mo’s eyes rolled back, his head snapped backward, and he dropped dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Chou, Dao Ming has avenged you—you may rest in peace!” Xia Daoming whispered silently in his heart, then looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman, clutching a garment in her hand, crouched trembling in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xia Daoming look at her, the woman panicked and abandoned her attempt to cover herself, bare and flawless as jade, bowing her head repeatedly to beg: “Great hero, spare my life! Spare my life! I’ll do anything you ask!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the pure white flesh before him tremble uncontrollably, Xia Daoming quickly averted his gaze, tossed a garment over at her, and said, “Go. I won’t kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Great Hero,” the woman grabbed the garment and fled the room in haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Daoming first went to the treasure’s hiding place Wei Mo had revealed, seizing the Wei family’s years of plundered wealth, then thoroughly ransacked the Blood Wolf Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system can continuously strengthen the meridians, but requires vast quantities of nourishing substances—meaning Xia Daoming must spend large sums of money to purchase them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had just destroyed the Blood Wolf Hall, Xia Daoming naturally took the opportunity to strip it bare.\u003C\u002Fp>",1923,"2026-06-20T05:15:29.288Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","72b263edc718f57f823d6201966b04b531f6761f40160b8d96a7b85d8717e83b","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-3","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-1",484,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-cover.jpg"]