[{"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-29":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},2325247,4549,"Chapter 29: Kill Duan Tianlin","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>Liu Xiaochuan took out a letter and handed it to Chen Guanlou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Manager instructed me to deliver this letter into your hands personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No other instructions? Not even a message?” Chen Guanlou was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaochuan shook his head. “My task is done. Chen Young Master’s tea is delicious. Goodbye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came quickly and left quickly—finished his business, no lingering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou saw the man out the door, then returned to his study to open the letter. Two silver notes fell out, totaling fifty taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the reward Liu Manager had promised—substantial indeed. A man of his word; as soon as the trial ended, he sent the silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed dull and uneventful, the Tianlaomiao unchanged—playing cards, slacking off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Chen Guanlou remained inwardly anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, he realized how difficult it was to kill someone inside the Tianlaomiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed. Everyone in the duty room froze, staring at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! Prison break!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone’s forcing entry into the Tianlaomiao! Grab your weapons, stand together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tianlaomiao’s structure was half aboveground, half underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits smashed through the roof and stormed in—some twenty of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go get help! Someone’s breaking the prison!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jailers were stunned. Many had never faced a prison break—especially one so large, so brutal, so defiant of law, so violently executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou suddenly roared, drew his waist saber, and charged forward, appearing fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-odd bandits, all masked, wielding swords, knives, and whips. They seemed organized, but once fighting began, each fought alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bandits were clearly a hastily assembled group for this prison break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou plunged into the chaos, parrying as he retreated deeper into the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was fate—a gift from heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been struggling to figure out how to kill Duan Tianlin without implicating himself. Now the opportunity had arrived so swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he retreated, he also opened the prison cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoners: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What, use them as cannon fodder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the prisoners didn’t rush out immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t care—he only wanted chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rushing footsteps suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Guanlou stood a black-clad masked man, sword in hand, eyes cold and emotionless—as if he would kill him in the next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou recognized him at once—the hired swordsman from the Da Hang. Luo Jingtian had been beheaded, his family exiled; fearing assassination en route, Chen Guanlou had paid the Da Hang to escort them safely to the northwest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The escort had been a Da Hang-hired swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t recognized the man—he’d recognized the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous mission had been completed successfully; Luo’s family had reached the northwest unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected to see the swordsman again so soon—here, now. Could the Da Hang take on a prison break? And who were they breaking out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man clearly recognized him too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked eyes for three seconds, then silently went their separate ways, ignoring each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To kill Duan Tianlin, Chen Guanlou had already imagined countless methods, rehearsed every detail in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only cunning would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he never expected the swordsman to head the same direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou stepped aside, gesturing for the swordsman to go first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman didn’t hesitate—he charged straight to the corridor’s deepest end. Chen Guanlou’s heart sank. Was the man here to free Duan Tianlin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Duan Tianlin escaped, what would become of him? His secret would be at risk of exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must not let Duan Tianlin be taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t fight—only ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced, planning how to strike, when sounds of combat erupted from the corridor’s depths—the swordsman was fighting Duan Tianlin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou rushed forward, ducked into a nearby cell, and watched in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cell door stood open; the swordsman, sword in hand, battled Duan Tianlin in the cramped space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Tianlin’s limbs were bound in iron chains, unable to move freely. He could only defend passively. “Is it Song who sent you? Ten years—he’s finally lost patience. Hah! A little worm dares kill me? You seek death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou’s heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman was here to kill Duan Tianlin—Heaven truly favored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, shouts grew louder—reinforcements were coming. The Liùshànmén stood just one street away, filled with experts; he knew a fifth-rank martialist was stationed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Liùshànmén arrived, the swordsman would die—and Duan Tianlin would live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Tianlin must not survive until the Liùshànmén arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou pulled out the poison he’d prepared—but he had no time to act; the Liùshànmén men had already reached the corridor’s end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou cried inwardly: Heaven has no mercy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to think—hide first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must not let the Liùshànmén know he was here—no explanation would suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one Liùshànmén man arrived—wearing a fine blue brocade robe, holding a standard waist saber. He came in haste, yet moved with calm precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman halted his attack the moment he saw the brocade-clad man, stepping aside by the cell door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man pinched his nose, clearly disgusted by the stench, then stepped calmly into the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Tianlin leaned against the wall, eyes darting left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man slowly approached the swordsman, who stood motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man extended his hand. The swordsman hesitated—then surrendered his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man weighed the blade, snorted coldly, then spun around and stabbed Duan Tianlin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Tianlin had been alert—but still couldn’t block the fatal strike. Clearly, the brocade man’s martial skill far surpassed the swordsman’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden thrust pierced Duan Tianlin clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man yanked the blade free; blood gushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Tianlin didn’t die—he struggled to stay upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the brocade man, recognizing him: “You—you—you… are…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man said nothing. He stabbed Duan Tianlin again. His killing was swift, decisive—clearly a man of unyielding will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… it’s you. He sent you.” Duan Tianlin’s voice grew faint, breathing shallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade man severed Duan Tianlin’s head with one stroke and tossed it to the swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke harshly: “You’re so slow, I have to clean up after you. What good are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman picked up the head and sword, bowed deeply: “Your servant admits guilt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t make the same mistake again.” The brocade man snorted, turned, and left the cell, vanishing down the long corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman finally exhaled, took Duan Tianlin’s head, and departed. As he passed Chen Guanlou’s hiding cell, his steps paused slightly—he glanced inside, then hurried away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have seen me!\u003C\u002Fp>",1090,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","59df60f73890c3c45e791b20f392b2929b2c98016c67b5b94631895c8f585fa1","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-30","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-28",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]