[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take":3,"chapter-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-53":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","If You Will Not Reject Me, I Wish to Bow and Take You as My Adoptive Father",{"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},2276780,4454,"Chapter 53: Gao Xianjue and Gao Tianming","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-53",53,"\u003Cp>Xiao Yu finally understood today just how little real prestige Guan Huchen had in Lu Ye Wei: almost none at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Zhong kept calling out names and titles, glaring at them with a vicious look, as if to say: Think carefully—you all know the Guan family hasn’t fallen yet! We still know where your homes are!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in total, only about ten armored knights showed up: Wei Wu, Song Changqing, Wang Bao, Li Qing, and a few others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Guan Zhong was calling out names, Xiao Yu swiftly drew her Longwen short sword, pried off Guan Huchen’s fireproof cloth cloak from his shoulder armor, then spread it out to cover him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire rat robe was huge—enough to cover not just Guan Huchen, but him and his Chiyan steed together without issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he’d been blasted out earlier, his armor had twisted and deformed, and his cloak behind him was a tangled mess, failing to conceal all parts of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move him yet—let Physician Wei examine the elder’s body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the armored knights approached to lift Huchen out of the fire pit, Xiao Yu called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wu crouched down, checked briefly, then shook his head and sighed: “Miss Yu, Master Guan, General Guan is beyond saving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense! The master is still alive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Zhong’s eyes burned red as he growled fiercely, “First, extinguish the poison fire on the master’s body!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wu pointed to Huchen’s sunken chest, like a crushed empty soda can, “The fierce true qi of the Fire Crow Art is indeed a fatal wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But look here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor is dented and twisted—his ribs must be completely shattered, his internal organs mostly ruptured. There’s truly no saving him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu said, “Even if there’s no hope, we must still try! Physician Wei, your duty now is to do everything you can to save him—not to stand here spouting defeatist words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the soldiers watching the spectacle, she lowered her voice further: “I’ll say it, you do it. First, lift him out of the pit without further damaging his organs, then move him to the inn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wu studied him carefully, then directed several black-armored knights to wrap Huchen in the fire rat robe and slowly lift him out of the scorching, charred earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue was directing soldiers to repair the command tent; seeing this, he hurried back inside and whispered to the Sun Yang Marquis, who sat slumped on the soft couch in a daze: “My Lord, they’re moving Guan Huchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, the Qing Luan had already flown away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song, the Daoist acolyte, sat beside the Marquis, his face even darker and more ashen than the Marquis’s, his eyes glowing like twin ghostly flames, hungry to devour someone but finding no target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Yang Marquis looked up at Gao Xianjue, expressionless, eyes cold and detached: “You have a cousin who also cultivates the Thousand-Mile Eye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue’s heart trembled; he bowed his head respectfully: “My cousin, Gao Tianming, cultivates under Master Changgong of Emei Mountain. His Thousand-Mile Eye ability has already reached minor mastery—he can see details as clearly as patterns on his palm from ten thousand li away, and will soon descend the mountain to enter the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gao Tianming...” The Marquis sneered. “How many cousins of yours cultivate the Thousand-Mile Eye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue froze, murmuring: “I have only one cousin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’s your cousin, why does he share your surname ‘Gao’ instead of ‘Shen’?” the Marquis asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue’s scalp prickled; cold sweat instantly soaked his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis not only knew he had a cousin who cultivated the Thousand-Mile Eye—he knew his name too...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cousin was originally surnamed ‘Shen,’ named Shen Sanhe. After mastering the Thousand-Mile Eye, he adopted the name Gao Tianming, imitating the ancient Mei Mountain immortal ‘Gao Ming.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis stared at him coldly, then said softly after a long pause: “Since your cousin wishes to enter the world, would he be willing to serve me and join you as Left and Right Commanders of the Reconnaissance Unit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, My Lord, for your grace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue dropped to his knees with a thud, then banged his head nine times hard on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he said “Thank you, My Lord, for your grace,” it was an honest statement—an admission of his own scheming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huchen had never wronged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Thousand-Mile Eye can coexist with the Wind-Listening Ear under one lord—but two Thousand-Mile Eyes cannot serve the same master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he hadn’t deliberately lured Huchen into error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was purely “Old Duck Guan” bringing ruin upon himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had merely reported Huchen’s self-destruction to the Sun Yang Marquis at the most inopportune moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring me the Shadow God Map.” The Marquis said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, My Lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue did not add, “They’re moving Guan Huchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he had already said it; the Marquis’s silence meant he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, the Marquis had already promised the Thousand-Mile Eye position to his cousin, Gao Tianming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huchen was thoroughly eliminated—even if he miraculously survived, there would be no further conflict of interest between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song glanced at the Marquis on the throne and sneered: “My Lord, you’re cold-blooded indeed. The Emperor has already passed, yet you still have the heart to tinker with that ancient immortal array.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Yang Marquis replied calmly: “I learned long ago, passively, one thing—live men must look forward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look forward...” Qing Song’s face twisted in bitterness. “An individual can look forward—but how can Great Qin survive without the Emperor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis sighed: “The Emperor was indeed wise, mighty, and unparalleled in history—but Crown Prince Fusu has long been renowned for virtue and could become a great ruler.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song shook his head: “Crown Prince Fusu is too gentle and weak—he may suit a peaceful realm, but not Qin at this moment. Besides, Empress Dowager Zhao now holds court; Fusu may not even succeed...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Gao Xianjue arrive outside the command tent, he immediately fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord, here is Guan Yu’s Shadow God Map.” Gao Xianjue knelt on one knee, offering the scroll with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Yang Marquis untied the cord and gently unfurled the scroll—“whoosh~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the scroll opened, Xiao Yu, who had just arrived in the Yunlai Inn’s main hall, felt a strange sensation but couldn’t explain why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning, she turned to glance toward the command tent, then resumed directing men to bandage Guan Huchen’s wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the figure in the painting, the Sun Yang Marquis froze in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song, seeing this, grew intensely curious, leaned over, and stared—then froze in shock: “Is this Guan Yu?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Yang Marquis set down the scroll, closed his eyes, leaned back on the couch, and his face softened with memories, sorrow, and longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a poem above... ‘Clouds think of her robes, flowers think of her face; spring breeze brushes the railing, dew glows richly. Had I not seen her atop Mount Qunyu, I’d have met her beneath the moon at the Jade Terrace.’ A fine poem... hmm, the poet’s name is hidden by an illusion spell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song formed a hand seal; blue light flashed in his eyes, and several lines of cursive script appeared on the right side of the scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a beauty of talent and grace—this Daoist has been blind all along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Yang Marquis opened his eyes, softly recited the poem, then read the newly revealed text beneath it: “Miss Yu, delighted by the image, composed this poem praising her own self at age twenty—written by Zhang Yao, on an unknown day and month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s a Sha Man, isn’t she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song shot him a glance, wanting to say: Isn’t your mother a Sha Man too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She was born with innate wisdom—she could casually nurture a dragon vein. Writing poetry is trivial. After all, true literature is heaven-born, and brilliance strikes by chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having seen the Shadow God Map, Qing Song had no further interest in idle chatter with the Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor has passed. I must return to Xianyang as soon as possible. My Lord, the aftermath of the Western kingdoms is yours to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song rose, bowed to the Marquis, then turned and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—Qing Luan also delivered the Bone-Changing Pills crafted by Master Ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis rolled up the Shadow God Map, placed it back in its box, then stood and retrieved the small porcelain bottle, tossing it to Qing Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guan Huchen is finished—why not keep it for yourself?” Qing Song chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I lack this?” The Marquis dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord certainly doesn’t lack it—but your subordinates...” Qing Song glanced at Gao Xianjue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue’s eyes burned with desire, his face filled with longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met Qing Song’s gaze with hopeful eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song smirked and nodded toward the Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue immediately shifted his hopeful gaze to the Marquis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marquis said coldly: “Earn your own military merit and exchange it at the Dao Palace. If I stole Guan Huchen’s Bone-Changing Pills for you, my public punishment of his flattery and scheming would become murder for treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing my own subordinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you want me to become a villain in everyone’s eyes—untrustworthy, ungrateful, and cruel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Xianjue’s eyes dimmed; he bowed his head: “I dare not. I will strive to serve My Lord faithfully and dedicate myself to Great Qin—I will earn my own Bone-Changing Pills through merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Song smiled faintly, strode out of the command tent, and headed straight for the Yunlai Inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Huchen had been moved to the inn’s main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was Physician Wei Wu or the local doctor Guan Zhong had fetched from the inn, none knew how to continue treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huchen’s chest was caved in, his steel breastplate dented and warped like a crushed soda can; his spine was broken in multiple places, with several fist-sized bulges protruding from his back—each a fractured vertebra; his helmet, uncovered by the fire rat robe, had been half-melted by the Fire True Qi and fused to his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, unlike Song Changqing, who wore a face mask daily, Huchen’s square face still retained most of its features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was merely “flesh and bone injury.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The internal injuries from the Fire True Qi were incalculable and nearly impossible to fully purge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Yu, General Guan is truly beyond saving. Perhaps he still holds a breath trapped in his heart, giving a faint sign of respiration—but if we move any part of his body, that breath will instantly escape.” Wei Wu sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu knew conventional methods couldn’t save Guan Huchen—but this world had gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Guan, send for the innkeeper. He’s run this inn for years—he must know every renowned physician nearby. Ask him if there are any masters or mystics who can bring the dead back to life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wu cried out: “Miss Yu, it’s pointless—General Guan won’t last that long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu wanted to punch him: You fool—how long Huchen lasts is his business; what you lot should show now is urgency and loyalty; what I, Xiao Yu, must show is filial devotion that refuses to abandon my elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers who don’t use their brains will remain lowly medics their whole lives!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Physician Wei, remove the burns from the elder’s body—first, extract the Fire True Qi from his skin.” Xiao Yu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Guan Zhong ran back, face filled with despair: “Eighty li southwest of Feixian Ferry lies ‘Master Zhang Qianyi, the Benevolent Hand.’ He’s the most famous physician nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he specializes in plague and poison—has no supernatural arts, hasn’t even cultivated internal qi, and doesn’t understand martial cultivation injuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eighty li isn’t far. What about more distant prefectures and counties? Any renowned physicians? Ah—General Huchen has the Chiyan Steed; it can travel three thousand li a day. Oh, Deputy Commander Song, hurry and bring the elder’s Chiyan Steed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Don’t let outsiders seize the Guan family’s legacy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chiyan Steed carries ancient divine beast blood and chooses its master on its own—perhaps “Guan Yu” still has a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Sun Yang Marquis or anyone else from the Fire Crow Army claims it, I’ll have no chance at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only General Guan can approach the Chiyan Steed—no one else can move it.” Guan Huchen hadn’t moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hu Chen’s deputy commander, he had been taught the Tiger Soul Seven Killings, yet at the critical moment when Hu Chen’s life hung by a thread, he remained as cold as an ordinary Lu Ye Guard iron cavalryman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, if only we were in Yingxiang Prefecture—I’d never lack for divine physicians in my Guan family,” Guan Zhong wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Does the Guan household have someone who can revive the dead?” Xiao Yu was slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the Guan family’s herbal trade was enormous—they must have employed many renowned physicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at Hengsha Pass, the herbal shop alone had seven or eight sitting physicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ancestor is the number one divine physician of the West.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this moment of profound sorrow and despair, whenever Guan Zhong spoke of his ancestor’s medical skill, a trace of pride surfaced on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu didn’t notice that Song Changqing, standing beside them like a wooden statue, clenched his fists tightly again upon hearing Guan Zhong’s words, his body trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his mask were lifted, one would see his ugly face covered in hatred and rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is it? Has General Guan been saved?” came the voice of Qingsong the Daoist acolyte from behind the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>",2260,"2026-06-20T00:29:13.334Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cd4718e499a3a4ef4db1a1c2a49eeec3757920e43f34c80ff396418801631f86","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-54","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-52",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fif-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-cover.jpg"]