[{"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-32":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},2325250,4549,"Chapter 32: The Haunting Spirit","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>Finally, the plague was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou lay on the bed without moving, silently counting the time. An hour later, once certain the swordsman would not return, he rushed to the kitchen and dug out the bundle from the hearth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank heaven and earth, the Sheng Tian Lu had not been taken; all the martial arts manuals lay inside the bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His secret was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he finally confirmed one thing: the swordsman had not detected that he practiced an internal cultivation technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Duan Tianlin had been able to tell he practiced an internal technique because he had used martial arts—specifically, the knife skills from the Sheng Tian Lu. Though he had just begun cultivation, he still managed to block Duan Tianlin’s three strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those three strikes exposed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This confirmed that the Immortal Fruit or the Sheng Tian Lu indeed had a concealment effect—on the condition that he did not use martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there any way to hide the fact that he lacked martial veins—even during combat, so no one could see his true strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had learned from prisoners in the Tianlaomiao of a condition called Hidden Veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he fake a Hidden Vein and deceive everyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope still lay in the Tianlaomiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the lovely prisoners of the Tianlaomiao could help him solve this problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hiding the manuals, he reminded himself once again: remember, remember—under no circumstances should he engage in combat unless absolutely desperate, especially not with true martial artists. One glance would reveal his depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, when he reported for duty at the Tianlaomiao, all the jailers looked as if they had lost a close relative. After a night of thought, they all understood the stakes. No longer could they simply pretend and get by, as they had before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Vice Minister of Justice himself was overseeing the investigation; the entire Tianlaomiao would surely be stripped bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad luck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When misfortune struck, everyone’s work ethic reached unprecedented heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou, rarely seen, patrolled the Tianlaomiao alongside Chen Guanlou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou seized the chance to ask, “Big Head, what should we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou wore a gloomy expression, staring at the dried bloodstains on the ground, motionless for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou did not press him, continuing, “This morning, I saw constables from the Six Gates coming and going. I even spotted Embroidered Uniform Guard agents. Has this case drawn the attention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? Are they going to take over the investigation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou shook his head, gritting his molars, “Little Chen, you patrol Cell Thirteen every day. Have you noticed anything unusual?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! He’s been hunched in his cell all day—I haven’t even seen what he looks like. Big Head, Cell Thirteen’s just some nobody. Why would they make such a big fuss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou hadn’t expected the opportunity to come so fast—it had already turned to Cell Thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, that’s true, but the higher-ups won’t let go of Cell Thirteen. We can only follow orders.” Lu Datou sighed helplessly, forced to carry on despite his dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what can we do? We’re just jailers—we can’t even access case files. What could we possibly know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not about what we know—it’s about what the higher-ups think we should know.” Lu Datou looked irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou kicked the prison bar, “Cell Thirteen doesn’t even fart all day. What could we possibly know? Do the higher-ups really think like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Think hard. Recall every detail, no matter how small. I’ll ask the prisoners in the neighboring cells—see if I can dig up anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou whispered a reminder, “Big Head, the prisoners in the neighboring cells have changed several times these past months.” Probably nothing could be learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou’s face darkened, “Ask anyway. If all else fails, use torture. We must produce something for the higher-ups to report. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou nodded, silently sympathizing with the prisoners in the neighboring cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in history, the entire Tianlaomiao was bustling with activity; everyone performed their duties faithfully, with no slacking, cheating, gambling, or idle chatter. Every man’s conduct was exemplary, model-like. Even Zhang Wantong, the king of loafing, personally led patrols, supervising laborers cleaning the cells, emptying the chamber pots, and ensuring the prison didn’t stink so badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Tianlaomiao truly stank, they must make it seem slightly tolerable—anything to satisfy their superiors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Investigators came and went in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hole in the ceiling had yet to be repaired—officially left open to aid the investigation. What if prisoners got wet in the rain? Tough luck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if another bandit broke in through the ceiling hole to rescue prisoners?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What are the jailers good for? Increase patrols!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine! It’s all the jailers’ fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cell Thirteen was also a key focus of the investigation; every brick and crack in the walls was searched repeatedly. Even a master, rumored to practice a special technique allowing him to sense environmental traces, spent an entire night inside Cell Thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they gained anything was unclear, but after that, no investigators returned to the Tianlaomiao. The hole in the ceiling was finally patched. The Tianlaomiao, which had briefly seen daylight, returned to its usual darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou saw the swordsman again on a cold winter day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had bought two pounds of lamb to take home, planning to make lamb soup for dinner, and even specially poured a pot of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he pushed open the courtyard gate, the swordsman was already sipping tea at the stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his own home—yet someone had turned it into his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked immediately, “How did you get in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman pointed to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou’s lip twitched, “Next time, knock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came and you weren’t home. Eating lamb tonight? Good. I love lamb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mine, mine, all mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you like it, I’ll go buy two more pounds of lamb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. You have chickens at home. Kill one chicken—it’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his chickens were being eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou felt deeply aggrieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly, he took the cleaver and went to the back wall, where a two-meter-long alley had been carved out specifically for raising chickens. Keeping them at the back wall prevented the smell from drifting to the front courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed an old hen and decided to braise it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worked silently in the kitchen while the swordsman stood at the doorway teasing, “Didn’t know you were skilled in cooking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t eat out every meal—it’s too expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you get married? This house needs a woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two somehow drifted into casual conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll wait until I’ve saved enough money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You helped the Luo family—didn’t Luo Jingtian pay you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one ever turns down money.” Chen Guanlou’s reasoning was solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does your elder sister never ask about your marriage?” The swordsman seemed curious about his daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou nodded, then shook his head, “My sister and I agreed long ago to delay marriage for a few years. She didn’t object.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your elder sister is truly kind to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The food’s ready. Eat inside or in the courtyard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you cold? If not, eat outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! I didn’t poison it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dare you even try.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","786064c0fdc1caa718c6e199afda5dea1614c2c6ec39aa37e7b048517324b6e4","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-33","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-31",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]