[{"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-159":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},2325377,4549,"Chapter 159","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-159",159,"\u003Cp>“Qi Laoda has deep connections and is mysterious and unfathomable—I truly don’t know anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou heard this and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t know? Qi Laoda is your close partner. Even if you didn’t know his background at first, after so many years of cooperation, I don’t believe your Hu family never grew curious, never sent people to investigate. Are you trying to fool me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, old man would never deceive a hero.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the blade speak instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A row of little devils—start with the smallest one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle! He killed Uncle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My child.” The young, beautiful woman rushed out, snatching up the child in the pool of blood. “Murderer, give me back my son’s life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade slashed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams cut off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So heartbroken? Let them reunite below. Then the child will have his mother’s care in the afterlife—no wasted bond of mother and son in this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other little devils knelt on the ground, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s beard quivered again and again, his cheeks twitching—his youngest son, his most beloved child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glared fiercely at Chen Guanlou. “Hero, what is your origin? Why do you target the Hu family? Have you not slaughtered us all today? If you wish to kill, kill this old man—why spare not even the children?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou burst into loud laughter, pointing sharply outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ask why I didn’t spare the children? Hah! How dare you ask that. Those children outside—who spared them? Each one was a beloved child of their parents. Why should they be kidnapped, tortured, and murdered by you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone here, who dares say their hands are clean? Look—your so-called innocent child is himself stained with blood, guilty of countless crimes. Your child is a child; others’ children are pigs, dogs, cattle, horses—fertilizer for your entire clan. When you treat others as beasts, prepare to be treated as one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” the old man demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou had only one demand: “Write down everything you know about Qi Laoda—every detail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I tell you, will you spare the Hu family? Leave us one bloodline?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may choose to test the consequence of refusing me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou said nothing more—the blade flashed, another head fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather, grandson doesn’t want to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu-wu-wu… I want to live, to live…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! I’ll tell you.” The old man, staring at the few remaining Hu bloodlines, gritted his teeth. “No one knows Qi Laoda’s origins. All we know is he came from Wanfeng Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanfeng Mountain is a secretive sect. Only the elderly in the martial world have even heard of it. They say its cultivation technique is strange and mysterious, with a high chance of reaching the Master realm. Hero, you are strong—but compared to Qi Laoda, you are nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t flinch. “What realm is Qi Laoda?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether ninth rank or Master—he was strong, let him be strong. One day, he would catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man doesn’t know. Years ago, when I saw him, I judged him at least sixth rank. All these years later, he may have already broken through ninth rank, just one step from Master. Hero, you kill decisively, slaughtered my entire Hu family—but before Qi Laoda, you won’t survive one move. The killer will always be killed. You will die in Qi Laoda’s hands. He will avenge the Hu family—ha-ha-ha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter cut short—head fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room filled with women, children, and the elderly, Chen Guanlou slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Innocent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one here was innocent—even the children had blood on their hands. The entire Hu Village was a great demon lair; every person was an evil spirit risen from the deepest hell. Since you are demons, return to the eighteenth layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill them all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole family must be together—none left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air reeked of blood; the ground littered with severed limbs and heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou stood in the courtyard, gazing upward: Spirits of the wronged—can you rest in peace?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of numb slaves stood outside the gate, eyes blank and lost. Seeing Chen Guanlou emerge, one by one they knelt down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old, the young, the small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—there were no elders here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who appeared old were, in truth, middle-aged—broken and aged prematurely by torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those kidnapped to Hu Village—adult men and women never lived past two years. After two years, they were either sent to the mill or sold. Children, if lucky, might survive to adulthood, but their fate was either slave labor or the mill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most children were maimed—missing limbs, disfigured faces—then sold for begging. Only the rarest, like beautiful little girls, were sold to brothels; healthy boys were sold to wealthy households with perverse tastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exception, every life was dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set fire to this evil village!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When dawn came, the authorities arrived with troops and saw a group of ragged, tortured souls kneeling at the village gate, and behind them, basket after basket of gold, silver, and jewels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come to avenge the Hu family—ready to execute these peasants as offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since the Hu family was utterly wiped out, and so much treasure lay before them, past crimes would be forgiven. All victims would be registered and resettled by the authorities: those who knew their homes could return; those who didn’t would be sent to the state-run orphanages for the elderly and destitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot bear to see these wretched souls suffer further. From this treasure, I shall take a small portion to provide them proper resettlement. I shall report this to the court: after years of investigation and evidence-gathering, with unified effort, we fought for one day and one night to crush this century-old kidnapping gang and rescue dozens of abducted victims.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Excellency is wise!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Excellency saves the suffering, your heart is like a Bodhisattva’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you still standing? Your Excellency came to save you—kneel and bow at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abducted knelt numbly—some among them already sparkled with new light in their eyes. Their self-awareness stirred: they were human—not beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nameless hero foresaw everything—the authorities came, saw the treasure and didn’t harm them, willingly granted them shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treasure moves the heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They watched silently as the yamen runners and soldiers hurriedly loaded basket after basket of gold and jewels onto carts, watched as the soldiers casually stuffed their clothes and pants with stolen valuables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brave sir, what is your surname? You saved our lives—if we live to leave, we will erect a longevity tablet in your honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nameless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the final image etched in their memories—the nameless hero departing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1105,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","eb863dab0b09f6bd4dd6bc9ce8c3cf14f9586b43f4c44ed7d61baa0b429633cb","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-160","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-158",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]