[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s":3,"chapter-immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-140":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Immortal Through Martial Path, I Who Cannot Die Shall Ultimately Be Invincible",{"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},2325358,4549,"Chapter 140: I","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-140",140,"\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou stood outside the prison door, bowed slightly, and said to the second young master inside: “I have not failed you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second young master, holding a wine cup, gazed at him half-drunk: “You met Eunuch Ping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Eunuch Ping make things difficult for you?” The second young master squinted, as if seeing through Chen Guanlou to the world beyond the prison, past layers of halls and towers, his thoughts reaching the Wang Fu, then swiftly flying to the imperial palace, where he saw that supreme old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was reasonable.” Chen Guanlou said nothing more, made no complaints, offered no accusations. His strength was weak; he was unimportant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by enhancing his own strength could he earn the right to watch the winds and clouds, sweep his sleeves, and remain untouched by cause and effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second young master walked to the prison door, looked at him intently, and said solemnly: “I honor my promise. From this moment on, all past matters are erased. I, this young master, will not pursue them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Second Young Master.” Chen Guanlou bowed his hands in thanks. “If you have no further orders, I’ll take my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second young master waved him off. “Go, attend to your duties. Remember to come by and chat with me when you have time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou replied, relieved. The second young master had not harassed him—that was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked alone through the prison cells; this was his unique way of relaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan, seeing Chen Guanlou after days of absence, looked utterly astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou regarded him with clear disdain. Dogs don’t spit out ivory—could this man even speak properly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean, ‘still alive’? You’re really hoping I’m dead? Master Yu, even if I’ve offended you, I don’t deserve to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan scanned him up and down, clicking his tongue in wonder. “Not only are you alive, you’re unharmed. How did you manage that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you assume I deserved to die?” Chen Guanlou pressed. He would argue this point—he wouldn’t let this man keep spouting nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan chuckled. “Since the Jin Wang’s second young master was locked up, you’ve been swamped, haven’t you? You’ve vanished for days—something must’ve happened. I noticed your men all grew unusually serious. Clearly, it was no small matter. The second young master was in trouble, yet you’re still alive. That means it’s resolved—otherwise you wouldn’t have time to patrol the cells. Hmph, surviving a struggle at the princely level? Your luck is extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou narrowed his eyes. Yu Zhaoan was truly insufferable—relying on his cleverness, playing with people’s minds without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou could accept that Yu Zhaoan had guessed fragments of the truth. What he could not accept was that the man openly wished for his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-ranking Vice Censor-in-Chief, squabbling with a lowly jailer—how disgraceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I recall you and Prince Jin were fellow disciples?” Chen Guanlou changed the subject. “Then you must know the Jin Wang Fu well. Why aren’t you worried about the second young master being imprisoned? He’s your junior, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan laughed heartily. “A failure? What’s there to worry about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can you say that? He was imprisoned because he stood up for Prince Jin. To call him a failure now is premature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan leaned close to the prison bars and whispered, “Do you truly believe the second young master was locked up for such a simple reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what else?” Chen Guanlou countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan sneered, his eyes brimming with contempt. “You’ve never mixed with nobility—no wonder you don’t understand. Since you’ve done your duties decently, I’ll spare you a word: people in their circle are never simple. No one gets locked in Tianlao for a single, innocent act.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The second young master is in Tianlao—has anyone from the Wang Fu come to inquire? Has anyone even asked after him? Whose child is locked up, and the family shows such indifference? Especially when his crime is filial piety? Does that make sense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Yu Zhaoan’s words, the second young master’s poisoning needed re-examination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve noticed something odd too, haven’t you?” Yu Zhaoan grinned, delighted to see Chen Guanlou bewildered by his insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He relished this process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianlao was too dull. He had no chance to show off. Rarely did he meet someone who could follow his thoughts—yet this one had a rebellious streak, stubbornly resisting temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had there been any choice, he’d have torn Chen Guanlou apart long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the truth was, Chen Guanlou couldn’t die—if he did, Yu Zhaoan would find no one else to talk to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long nights were unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the old emperor was acting against heaven and earth—now was no time to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he left now, he’d be back inside in ten or fifteen days. Why bother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old emperor disliked him; he disliked the old emperor even more. Best to keep far away. Tianlao was currently the safest place—far from court, far from the old emperor, yet still close enough to hear court news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Guanlou lost in thought, Yu Zhaoan continued: “The second young master has never been impulsive. Why did he make two mistakes in a row? Have you never wondered at the deeper meaning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou frowned. “You mean he deliberately made mistakes? Deliberately got himself locked up? What benefit could that bring?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou remained half-skeptical of Yu Zhaoan’s words. This man loved manipulating minds—he was unsettling. If you weren’t careful, you’d fall into his trap without even knowing how you died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhaoan preened. “What benefit he gains? Figure it out yourself. I’ll tell you only one reason: the second young master is not valued in the Jin Wang Fu. He’s a bastard. His mother lost favor long ago. He slept with maids while visiting the Hou Fu, and insulted the old emperor in the palace—do you really think these were accidents? Is he truly a victim? Hmph, you think too simply. If you can ride the current and profit, why not? That’s success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou frowned, pondering Yu Zhaoan’s meaning. Was the second young master truly this despicable? Was his imprisonment and his dalliances all calculated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second young master was barely twenty. How deep must his scheming be to orchestrate such a grand play? If Yu Zhaoan’s words were true, then someone in the Wang Fu had already seen through his scheme—hence the silence from everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that was true, then the poisoning made perfect sense. If there had been no poisoning, how could he have drawn the attention of the Wang Fu’s upper echelons? How could he have drawn Eunuch Ping’s concern?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet a voice inside him kept whispering: don’t be fooled. Don’t be fooled. Yu Zhaoan’s words were untrustworthy—he always judged others with the worst intentions, luring them into his pits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t believe me?” Yu Zhaoan was furious, looking as if he couldn’t bear Chen Guanlou’s stupidity. “Use your brain. Is what I said unreasonable?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1171,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f311ef5bfc3b297b7b897511bfe761c15e444c66b45a3932cf0cb310d32e47a9","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-141","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-139",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]