[{"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-194":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},2325412,4549,"Chapter 194","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-194",194,"\u003Cp>Today’s execution ground held only one prisoner: Wang Shuner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings were packed with crowds come to watch the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingchi—haven’t seen it in years—everyone came to gawk. The wealthy rented windows at nearby teahouses and inns, sitting high above, clearly viewing the whole thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poor squeezed through the throng, unbothered by the heat or the stench around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this sweltering day, even stray dogs lolled their tongues and lay still, unwilling to move. Yet the onlookers were wildly excited, as if witnessing a grand imperial spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou silently escorted Wang Shuner to the execution ground, pulled him from the prisoner cart, and handed him over to the executioner for identity verification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s supervising executioner was a eunuch from the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou overheard the crowd’s murmurs and learned it was Qiu Defu, the Emperor’s most trusted attendant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inwardly gasped, looking up. A palace eunuch—yet also a martial artist, and a seventh-rank one at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was truly an extraordinary day; the capital’s famed martial masters had all appeared. Normally you couldn’t even spot a fifth-rank martial artist—yet today, you saw ninth-rank and seventh-rank warriors. The sixth- and fifth-rank ones weren’t even worth mentioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the old Emperor hated Wang Shuner and the Jinzhou rebels with every fiber of his being—he demanded skin peeled and bones broken to quench his burning rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Son of Heaven’s hatred was this fierce, this cold. Imperial authority brooked no defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supreme imperial power—you maggots, kneel at once! Submit, generation after generation, forever serving as beasts of burden. Dare to resist? This is your fate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shuner’s clothes were stripped off, leaving only his breeches; he was bound to a wooden post in a “big” shape, a fishnet draped over him—signaling the lingchi was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang’s hand suddenly held a small knife radiating icy cold—no need to test it; it was razor-sharp, capable of slicing flesh and splitting bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding crowd fell silent, waiting for Old Zhang’s first cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First cut—right over the heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piece of flesh the size of a thumbnail—Old Zhang moved lightly, and it was peeled away, hardly a drop of blood spilled. The onlooking executioners trembled with excitement. This was live instruction!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou glanced once, then turned away as if nothing had happened, scanning the crowd, feigning vigilance. He was no native of this era; his post-era sensibilities revolted at such brutality—he found it nauseating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing is enough with a single stroke to the neck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Old Zhang carved off slice after slice of flesh, the crowd erupted in cries—excited, terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout it all, Wang Shuner uttered not a single cry, which infuriated the supervising eunuch, Qiu Defu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This won’t do for my report!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, all nearby officials tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone immediately signaled Old Zhang: use your best skills. The Emperor wants to hear Wang Shuner scream in agony and regret—silence is unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it not painful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is Old Zhang holding back, pitying Wang Shuner? Could Old Zhang himself be a rebel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though ten thousand wild horses galloped through his mind, he had no choice but to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingchi on the left hand was paused. Old Zhang turned his blade toward Wang Shuner’s face and whispered, “I’m sorry. Cry out a few times—let us all fulfill our duty, and you’ll suffer less.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand, already reduced to bare bone, had not a shred of flesh left—clean as a skeleton. Wang Shuner clenched his teeth, gazing at the desiccated limb, and chuckled, “Old man, go ahead. If I make a sound, I’m not Wang Shuner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the higher-ups want to hear you scream. The Emperor wants you to scream. If you don’t, not only will you suffer more, your family will suffer too. You don’t want them to get extra cuts when their heads are chopped, do you? You don’t want your female relatives humiliated, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang pleaded earnestly, speaking from the heart. If Wang Shuner failed to satisfy the authorities, his family would pay the price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shuner’s face stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang slowly shifted position, giving Wang Shuner more time to think. “You’re a hero, a true man. But your family? Innocent. They’re doomed because of you. Being beheaded is bad enough—but they’ll be tortured first. How can you bear it? Chen Tou told me to look after you. If you refuse my advice, even if I want to help, I can’t make soup without rice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shuner wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was captured, his bones broken, his shoulder blades pierced, his martial channels sealed, betrayed by his brothers and tricked by villains, he never cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, tears welled in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had failed his family, his clan, the women and children at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was guilty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deserved to die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a man with principles—that’s why he suffered. Had he been a pure evil, a selfish man, he’d never have been caught, never wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young eunuch cried out, “Your Excellency! Wang Shuner is crying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Defu, hearing this, was deeply pleased. “Good! Very good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the heat, he stepped out from his shade pavilion, walked onto the execution ground, and watched Wang Shuner’s tears up close, laughing in satisfaction. He praised Old Zhang on the spot: “Fine craftsmanship! Heavy reward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Your Excellency!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhang secretly exhaled. Was this enough? No screams—but tears. Surely that would please the old Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Qiu Defu raised no further complaints and left early. He had enough to report; he had no need to watch the full spectacle—palace affairs awaited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he left, all officials relaxed. Even Old Zhang’s blade moved faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shuner never uttered the expected screams. He stared blankly ahead, at the sky—as if his soul had already separated from his body, drifting far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the lingchi surpassed two hundred cuts, Chen Guanlou also relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the ninth-rank martial artist’s presence was merely for the spectacle. After all, this was lingchi—next time you’d see it, who knew how many years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he drank water and let his guard down, he suddenly felt a crushing pressure rushing toward him from afar. Instinctively, he reached for his blade—then snapped back to himself, quietly released his grip, and pretended nothing had happened, setting his teacup down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here it comes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninth-rank martial artist’s appearance was never just for the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here it comes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day’s true boss has finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept reminding himself: You’re just a jailer, a common jailer who knows only a few roadside martial techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1a7cdc5cbf30bbaeb446e2ef46f98a3f1d884f2857c08257b56aa245d93186b7","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-195","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-193",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]