[{"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-150":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},2325368,4549,"Chapter 150","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-150",150,"\u003Cp>The matter is settled then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan’s elder immediately decided, called his younger son over, and told him to toast Chen Guanlou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, you’ll serve by Brother Lou’s side. You’ll do exactly what he says—go east when he says east, no nonsense. If he scolds you, it’s for your own good. If you resent it, you don’t need him to lay a hand on you—I’ll beat you into submission first. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanxin was only one year younger than Chen Guanlou and had once studied together in the family private school, seated right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanxin had always disliked Chen Guanlou; his impression of him still stuck in the days of school—stuffy, poor, and inflexible. He looked down his nose, “Father, I don’t want to go to the Tianlaomiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not the Tianlaomiao, where do you want to go? You little brat, say one more word of refusal and I’ll break your legs right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his father’s outburst, Chen Guanxin’s legs trembled—he’d long since developed a conditioned reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still tried to struggle, “But you said the Tianlaomiao was a lowly trade, that Chen Guanlou has degraded himself...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut your mouth,” the clan elder roared, face turning ashen. Yet he possessed the essence of Sichuan opera’s face-changing—moments ago he was the stern father, now his face lit with a smile, apologetic: “Little Lou, ignore that brat’s nonsense. Earlier, I didn’t understand the Tianlaomiao’s situation and said foolish things. But now I know your abilities—what’s past is past. Don’t you agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou understood perfectly, lips curling in a faint smile, “Elder Brother is too kind. I’m not the only one who’s been misunderstood about the Tianlaomiao. I get it. I understand everything. I never held it against anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect! Young people should learn from you—big-hearted enough to hold a boat. You’ll accomplish great things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just a jailer—what great things could he possibly accomplish!” Chen Guanxin’s knack for stabbing his own father in the back was truly impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan elder could no longer endure his idiot son—he leapt up and punched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone rushed to intervene, pulling the father and son apart. “Calm down, calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, why take offense at a boy like Xin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xin is still young. Give him three or five years of experience—he’ll grow up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At your age, don’t get angry with the young. You’ll ruin your health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan elder listened to the chaotic pleadings, grief swelling within him. He pointed at his son and roared, “Chen Guanxin, I ask you one last time—will you obey me? Will you follow Brother Lou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanxin was truly frightened now—he’d never seen his father look so wounded, so aged, as if he’d grown ten years older in an instant. Guilt overwhelmed him; he dropped to his knees instinctively. “Father, I’ll obey you, alright? I’ll follow Chen Guanlou. It’s just being a jailer—I can handle the hardship. Father, please don’t do anything to yourself—I can’t bear the shame of being called the son who killed you with anger! Father, if you’re unwell, at least hold on for ten or fifteen days...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you, ungrateful son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another round of father-son battle erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This banquet was truly worth it—not only did we feast on top-tier dishes prepared by a chef whose ancestors served the imperial court, but we also witnessed a touching display of father-son affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As wine flowed and spirits rose, clan members spontaneously volunteered to pay respects to the old matriarch, the Second Elder, and the two ladies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan elder decreed, “Let the younger generation go—all of you. Most of you have never met the old matriarch or the two ladies. This is a good chance to show your faces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t want to go—but he was now clearly the wealthiest among his peers. There were certainly wealthier families, even many. But among the young generation, no one had more personal wealth than he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young had no livelihood—they relied entirely on monthly stipends from home. Even with five taels a month, plus a little extra during New Year, they barely scraped together seventy or eighty taels a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou earned more than that in a single month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t go, none of the young men left behind could represent them. Those who could had already followed the First Elder to the front to earn military merit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had to go—and he had to lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clan elder clapped his shoulder, “Technically, you’re someone who earns your bread in official circles. When you meet the old matriarch, say some auspicious words—it won’t hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d decided to pay respects, he would do it well. He wasn’t the type to half-heartedly perform a task while harboring resentment and sabotaging it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the type who either didn’t do it at all—or once committed, set aside all prejudice and resentment and did it properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing things meant avoiding being disliked by both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder Brother, don’t worry—it’s just paying respects. I’ve paid respects to countless superiors in the yamen—I know the proper etiquette.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’m reassured. Go, go. Return quickly, then we’ll resume drinking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou and over a dozen young men from his generation followed the head steward to the Hou Fu’s rear courtyard to pay respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front courtyard of the Hou Fu appeared grand, dignified, and solemn. But once inside the rear courtyard, one realized it was an entirely different world—two words: opulence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dead of winter, flowers bloomed in the garden—clearly an expensive setup, with glass pavilions built solely for winter flower viewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this one expense, for one winter, cost at least several thousand taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention the decorations along the way—silk and brocade used as corridor drapes, as if they cost nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s Nan brocade—one bolt costs at least twenty taels. There must be dozens, maybe hundreds of bolts here. My god, how much silver is this?” Chen Guanxin, following his father’s orders, stayed close to Chen Guanlou. The spoiled young master, raised with sharp eyes, kept murmuring in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, he gasped again, “That vase holding the flowers is from the previous dynasty’s imperial kiln—it’d fetch three to five hundred taels outside. Such a priceless vase, just left out in the open to hold flowers? What if it breaks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked, they marveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanxin roughly calculated—the decorations along the way cost at least seven or eight thousand taels. That was just material cost, not including labor, tips, or losses. A single family banquet costing over ten thousand taels—why go so far?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too extravagant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked his tongue, “The Hou Fu is truly lavish. Same surname Chen—look at the difference. Brother Lou, don’t you have any thoughts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou chuckled, “Who told your ancestor to be born in the wrong womb? If he’d been born into the First Branch’s lady’s belly, you’d be the Hou Fu’s young master now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanxin snorted, “Our branch hasn’t even passed five generations—we’re legitimate clan kin to the Hou Fu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou sneered, “If you’re still within five generations, why haven’t you benefited from the Hou Fu’s favor? I ask you—why didn’t you join the First Elder on the front? You can’t fight, but surely you can read and do arithmetic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Chen Guanxin’s face flushed with embarrassment and guilt; his eyes darted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou smirked, “Did you go, but get rejected?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says I was rejected? I just hate going to Jinzhou—that sandy hellhole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying!\u003C\u002Fp>",1252,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5bfcd42e584cd37611e5c225ce5f040c7121b8eba1de6ecf98b5d5539b358c59","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-151","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-149",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]