[{"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-38":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},2325256,4549,"Chapter 38: It","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-38",38,"\u003Cp>Seeing no expected look of surprise, Fan Yucheng was slightly displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked bluntly, “You’re not happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou immediately smoothed his expression, adopting a humble, fearful demeanor, hesitating and torn, then answered cautiously, “I dare not deceive my lord—the officers of the Jia-class prison have had past grievances with me. If I’m transferred there, I fear I’ll hinder my duties and disappoint your expectations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Yucheng’s face lit up with understanding. “You mean the matter of Wan Yuli taking your father’s position? Don’t worry—I’ve already spoken with Wan Yuli. He has no objection to your transfer; in fact, he’s looking forward to it. He said taking your father’s post left you stuck as a prison guard, and he feels deeply guilty. He’s long wanted to make it up to you—don’t refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nonsense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wan Yuli truly meant to compensate, why didn’t he show up when his sister and brother were struggling? Empty words, never backed by action—how admirable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t believe a word Wan Yuli said—he was certain the “compensation” was a lie, and the real goal was to crush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted to stay in the Bing-class prison, quietly coexisting with the inmates, causing no trouble, biding his time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from Fan Yucheng’s expression, if he kept refusing, he’d be in deep trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth and forced himself to agree. “Thank you, my lord, for this opportunity. I’ll serve diligently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha… that’s better. I trust your wisdom to resolve your little feud with Wan Yuli. I hope you’ll remain loyal and diligent in the Jia-class prison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! I humbly obey your orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good. I have high hopes for you. Work hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Yucheng was pleased with his compliance and told him to report to the Jia-class prison first thing tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was filled with bitterness, mentally cursing Fan Yucheng’s ancestors over and over. He knew Chen Guanlou and Wan Yuli were at odds—why force him into the same prison? Was this a reward or a trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never offended Fan Yucheng; he’d always kept a low profile. Why had he caught Fan Yucheng’s attention?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Xu Fugui heard he was being transferred to the Jia-class prison, his expression turned strange. He whispered, “Did you offend Fan Yucheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. Xu Shu, do you have any inside info?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xu Fugui thought he’d offended Fan Yucheng—clearly, his feud with Wan Yuli couldn’t be resolved with a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who served in the Tianlao prison were shaped by their environment: narrow-minded, quick-tempered, greedy for money and sex, terrified of death. Human vices were laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think Wan Yuli held no grudge against him? Ha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui stroked his chin, thinking. “Did you offend the Wan family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never spoken a word to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he remembers you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you saying Wan Yuli specifically requested you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That couldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Wan Yuli insane? Why would he want Chen Guanlou transferred? To humiliate him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wan Yuli dared humiliate him, Chen Guanlou wasn’t a soft target—he had ways to retaliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether he requested you or not, you’re now in his hands. Watch yourself. Stay alert on duty. The Jia-class prison holds corrupt officials—easy to offend someone. Remember, these officials have ties across the entire bureaucracy through classmates, colleagues, and hometown connections. It’s nothing like the Bing-class prison. Good luck to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou’s heart turned icy. Xu Fugui’s lack of confidence made the Jia-class prison feel like a dragon’s den or tiger’s lair. His good days were over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad for his secret manuals, his cultivation methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only consolation was that he still had the profound inner art, *Sheng Tian Lu*, and its sword technique. With these two, the rest didn’t matter much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou worried for him, yet cheerfully celebrated too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wan Yuli isn’t some three-headed, six-armed monster. What’s to fear? Come on—tonight, Guanmei Tower. We won’t stop until we’re drunk. I’ll get two girls to keep you company. Cui Niang’s been thinking of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou offered a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other prison guards clamored to throw him a farewell feast, declaring he was the first ever transferred from the Bing-class to the Jia-class prison. No matter what came next, they’d enjoy tonight first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou said nothing. Knowing everyone was tight on cash, he paid for the feast himself—wine, meat, everything. A perfect closing to his time in the Bing-class prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the table, someone brought up Zhang Wantong’s recent situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard Zhang Tou left the Tianlao prison and joined the Da Hang, became a private investigator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He found a good job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He knows the capital well—perfect for a private investigator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard he’s been handling cases in several county offices lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, does he want to take over lawsuits? He can’t even read.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if he can’t read? He knows every trick inside the prison. Plenty of people will pay him to run errands and pull strings. They can just hire a private secretary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly, exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Tou left the prison, yet his life’s gotten even better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You thinking of joining him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way. The Tianlao prison suits me better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men laughed and chatted, and soon the topic shifted to women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking, Chen Guanlou paid the bill, claimed he felt sick from too much alcohol, and headed straight home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, he stripped naked, drew a bucket of water from the well, poured it over his head, and began practicing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, he’d been constantly constrained—ultimately, he was just too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had even second- or third-rank strength, who would he fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trained his sword technique for an hour, then continued with the first chapter of *Sheng Tian Lu*. Strange energy repeatedly surged through his body, inflicting unimaginable pain. Each time he felt he was at the brink of death, the Longsheng Dao Guo instantly repaired him—again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This agony…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He estimated that within two or three more months, the first chapter of *Sheng Tian Lu* would reach perfection. Then he could begin the second chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He timed it—he finished cultivation at the third watch, washed up, and lay down to wait quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he sensed someone entering the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose to greet the visitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who climbed over the wall at midnight was the swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been promoted. Starting tomorrow, I’m transferred to the Jia-class prison. I can’t continue your request.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You called me here just for this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this a big deal?” Chen Guanlou sipped tea. Facing the swordsman, he no longer felt the initial fear—he was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman disliked his composure. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can kill me anytime.” He spread his hands, inviting the swordsman to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman was thrown off guard. “What’s gotten into you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a feud with Wan Yuli of the Jia-class prison. He took the position my father left me—so I became a prison guard. Now I’m in his hands. He won’t let me go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple. I’ll deal with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he dies, everyone will suspect me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I’ll leave him alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I finally get it—you summoned me just to use me.” The swordsman realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou admitted it freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d learned Wan Yuli’s neighbor was a martial artist, so he abandoned his plan to disguise himself and confront Wan Yuli. The swordsman had used him for so long—wasn’t it only fair for him to use the swordsman once in return?\u003C\u002Fp>",1239,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fc4f15fd990387f1e13f2e12721c92a90407b19cd1ddcd8653531d8f35d63f98","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-39","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-37",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]