[{"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-158":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},2325376,4549,"Chapter 158: Only Death and Blood Can Wash Away This Sinful Land","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-158",158,"\u003Cp>For everyone else, entering or leaving Hu Family Village meant passing through three checkpoints and slaying six generals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Chen Guanlou, every path was a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked as if on flat ground, stepping into Hu Family Village from the back mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children played and laughed in the village; another group of children knelt on the ground like oxen and horses, ready to be ridden by their young masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chubby boy rode on a thin girl, whipping her legs furiously with a leather whip, “Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl was too frail; even with all her strength, she couldn’t outrun the other human oxen and horses. She lost, knelt trembling on the ground, fully aware of the fate awaiting her, yet unable to summon the will to flee, not even the courage to lift her head and beg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby boy was furious—his donkey was too weak, and he’d lost. In a rage, he snatched a stone from the ground and smashed it hard against the girl’s head, “Useless dog, what good are you? You might as well die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby boy was no more than eight or nine, yet he moved with chilling skill, smashing the girl’s head without a trace of guilt. The spurting blood only made him more excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my hand, my hand, my hand…” The chubby boy dropped the stone, clutching his wrist gushing blood, wailing in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the chubby boy knew pain too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the girl kneeling on the ground felt no relief—only terror, a terror like falling into a bottomless dark abyss. She stared in horror at the boy’s wounded hand, paralyzed with fear, pounding her head against the ground again and again, even as her forehead split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re dead, dead! My mother will throw you into the mill to feed the dogs and pigs, throw you into the demon pit, and condemn you to eternal damnation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no! Master, beat me! Beat me hard! Please don’t feed me to the pigs or dogs—I can still crawl, I can learn to bark like a dog, I can be your ox or horse, do anything you want! Master, please! If you must, cut off my legs—I’ll be your ox and horse for life, for life! Only don’t send me to the mill, I beg you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cut her legs! Good! Good! Go get the knife—I’ll cut them off myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl rose, ran to the corner, picked up a cleaver, and without hesitation, offered it to the boy with both hands. Then she lay flat on the stone pedestal, legs stretched out, awaiting the cruel, bloody fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone pedestal was dark and stained, coated in deep grime—the residue of blood. How many legs had been severed upon it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout, the girl’s eyes were numb—she picked up the cleaver, handed it to the boy, lay on the pedestal, showing no fear, no dread. As if her legs weren’t hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the boy mentioned the mill did genuine terror flicker in the girl’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a twisted world this is!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this even earth—or hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the eighteen layers of hell couldn’t match this place’s horror by one ten-thousandth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby boy rubbed his hands together, gripped the cleaver tightly, his eager eyes clear—he’d done this before. He raised the blade, swung—cut…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expected pain never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hesitant, she slowly turned her head, her face twisted with deepest terror—then fainted in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chubby boy lay dead at her feet, his body split open, a cruel smile frozen on his lips as he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before arriving, Chen Guanlou had wondered what kind of family this was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he knew: evil had been carved into every Hu family member’s flesh and blood, into their genes. No matter gender or age. Every person here, every grain of rice they ate, every sip of water they drank, every stitch of clothing they wore, every copper coin they spent, was stained with evil and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only blood and death could cleanse the tormented souls trapped below, wash away the suffering and fury of countless families, erase the humiliation of every victim abused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deepest depravity of humanity must be cleansed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wipe out all evil, destroy all of it—start with these little beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This night was destined to be sleepless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong dong dong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village alarm bell clanged; able-bodied men seized weapons, slaves stared blankly and numbly, and the children locked in the cowshed held their breath, listening to the chaos outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou killed from the back mountain to the front pavilion, then from the front pavilion to the great mansion at the village center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever he passed, limbs flew, blood sprayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who treat humans as donkeys and oxen must be ready to be treated as such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere third-rank cultivator dared block his path? Kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades flashed, swords gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, speed alone breaks all defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t know how fast he was—he only knew he could go faster, kill more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough, not enough—keep killing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wipe out all evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he breached the great mansion, his body littered with over a dozen third-rank martialists and one fourth-rank martialist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The survivors in the room stared in terror, eyes wide with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Hu family could feel fear too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hero, spare us! Spare us! We know the HUs are monstrous, but if you spare our lives, everything here is yours. From now on, we HUs will vanish, change our names, never again traffic in children!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, the old man swiftly opened the secret chamber. Instantly, everyone’s eyes were blinded by the glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the chamber: a room filled with gold and silver, worth at least hundreds of thousands of taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of thousands of taels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accumulated over generations, over a hundred years—every copper coin soaked in the blood and tears of countless families, the lives of countless victims, the tormented souls unable to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hu family stared blankly, not understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou pointed to the sky, “Did you hear that? The dead are crying, screaming, roaring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hero, listen to me… Aaahhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, every adult male in the room lay dead in pools of blood, leaving only a few children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, I don’t want to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spare my children—I’ll give you my life,” the women stepped forward. Unusually united, their maternal love was moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when it came to the children in the cowshed, the slaves in the fields, the unrecognizable wretches in the mill, the mountain of bones in the demon pit—they were as cruel as demons risen from the eighteen layers of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were human—and demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-human, half-demon, neither human nor demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were nothing but demons wearing human skin—not even worthy of being called human!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Write down the names of your business partners, your contact methods. Hand over the ledgers. Hand over the transaction lists. Don’t try to deceive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll give everything. Only spare one descendant of the Hu family—let our bloodline survive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an evil, bloody family—and at the brink of death, still obsessed with bloodline legacy. Do they dream of rising again a hundred years from now, rebuilding their child-trafficking empire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially the information about Boss Qi—write down every detail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Qi? Boss Qi?” The old man’s face flickered with deep meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1232,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c4c1a3278220e8c927b328011c9c76c06bbf5ce44e8f22ae18896bf5970e0106","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-159","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-157",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]