[{"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-45":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},2325263,4549,"Chapter 45","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>Du Fuzi kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re making it sound way too terrifying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou suggested, “When you meet the Master, you might mention what I said today. If the main house still behaves as before, even if I wanted to curry favor with them, the circumstances wouldn’t allow it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you really think the main house’s troubles were orchestrated by the old lady? That’s impossible. If she truly meant to act, why didn’t she do it when the Master was young?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou chuckled, speaking as if spinning a tale: “Back then, the old Marquis was still alive; she had to play the virtuous wife. Besides, the Master was named heir early on—she saw no opportunity, so why dirty her own hands? And at that time, she still had her mother-in-law above her; she likely had no chance to act.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now things are different. The old Marquis is gone, the Master’s leg is crippled, and ambition changes with time. Things once unthinkable are now worth considering, aren’t they? Taking small, careful steps isn’t unreasonable, is it? As the most honored person in the Hou Fu, wanting more isn’t unreasonable, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Fuzi shook his head repeatedly, still unwilling to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire life of study had been about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness; about women being good wives and mothers; about men’s books and men’s worlds. He didn’t understand women. To him, women were simply this: bearing children, raising them, supporting their husbands. He didn’t believe women could be that clever or cunning. Or perhaps he simply refused to admit that some women truly were clever and cunning, able to manipulate men completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just think of it as me talking nonsense,” Chen Guanlou said, seeing how shaken Du Fuzi was, and decided to say less. The affairs inside the Hou Fu had nothing to do with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the main house gained advantage or the second house prevailed, it didn’t concern him. Even if the family were confiscated and exterminated, it wouldn’t touch him. He wasn’t even eligible for inclusion in a three-clan extermination list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just thought the main house was unbelievably unlucky. One or two accidents could be coincidence, but three? That couldn’t be coincidence. Especially—a Marquis, surrounded by countless servants—and yet he broke his leg? He didn’t break it when he was young and reckless, but only when he was older and more cautious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there wasn’t some human manipulation behind this, then all those novels, TV dramas, and movies he’d watched over the years were wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancients simply saw too little, received too little information, never experienced information overload, and hadn’t—or dared not—thought in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an outsider, he naturally let his imagination run wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were the old lady, would he devise schemes, step by step, to slowly devour and destroy the main house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He definitely would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would save the best for his own son—no matter right or wrong, only loyalty to his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single drinking session left Du Fuzi with psychological trauma—and a healthy heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instigator, Chen Guanlou, killed but didn’t bury the aftermath—he drank, slept, and returned to duty the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he arrived at the Tianlaomiao, he heard the news that the Jin family had been confiscated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went to Cell 72 and stood before the barred door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Jin official wasn’t reading—he must have heard the news of his family’s confiscation. His treatment remained unchanged; it hadn’t been lowered due to the confiscation. The cell still had a bed plank and books, but no ink, brush, paper, or inkstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jin Daoren, try to keep your spirits up,” Chen Guanlou cleared his throat. “You paid your silver. As long as the higher-ups haven’t issued orders, I won’t make things hard for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t the type to burn the bridge after crossing it. As long as conditions allowed, he was willing to keep his promises, willing to be a man of his word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His creed was simple: take money, do the job. Take how much money, do how much work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jin official slowly lifted his head at the sound, blinked, then came to his senses. He first uttered “Ah,” then said, “Chen Tou, rest assured—I won’t lose heart, and I won’t kill myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what you say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trust Jin Daoren,” Chen Guanlou emphasized the word “trust,” hoping the man would also keep his promise and not turn the cell into a crime scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just arrived—he was genuinely worried about whether he could handle the consequences if a detained official committed suicide under his watch. He didn’t want to give Wan Yuli the chance to clean up his mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the swordsman had warned Wan Yuli, that didn’t mean it was a permanent solution. If one day Wan Yuli gained new backing, his first act would likely be settling old scores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, avoid leaving any trace, avoid giving anyone the chance to accuse him of negligence or poor management.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sincerely hoped Jin Daoren would survive until sentencing. Then, whether he lived or died, that would be the court’s affair—not his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are my family?” Jin Daoren asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou told him, “Your family are under house arrest for now—no immediate harm. The Liùshànmén still leaves some room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who often carried out total extermination with no mercy. That’s one reason the Liùshànmén had a better reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Jin Daoren exhaled in relief and murmured, “Being locked in the Tianlaomiao might actually be a good thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the right way to think,” Chen Guanlou said. “I can’t speak for others, but our jailers here still have standards and principles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Daoren smiled with dignity, as if hearing a funny joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou wasn’t pleased—what, did he not agree? If he had no standards or principles, he’d have had the bed plank removed, the books taken, and given him swill to drink, starving him for three days and nine meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem different from the other head jailers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou liked hearing that. He said seriously, “I’ve only just arrived, but I have my own views.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Daoren nodded slightly. “Blending in with the crowd ensures longevity; standing out alone is a grave mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I’m standing out alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just look different from the other jailers,” Jin Daoren tugged at his lips, trying to smile to appear harmless—but failed. Now, his face was stiff and expressionless—he simply couldn’t smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou understood. “Perhaps it’s because I’m young, so I look different—more energetic than the others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you’re more energetic than any other jailer. Alcohol, lust, wealth, and greed—any one of those vices ruins one’s cultivation. The jailers here are all four poisons combined; every one of them looks exhausted, listless, eyes only lighting up when silver is mentioned. But you’re different. Do you practice martial arts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a few fake moves—useless for show,” Chen Guanlou admitted freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder you look so full of vigor. Practicing martial arts is good. Back in my day, I couldn’t endure the hardship of training, so I chose the imperial examination path—to be a refined scholar. I never imagined I’d end up imprisoned, dragging my family down with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Daoren was unusually reflective today, sensing he could connect with Chen Guanlou, so he spoke more than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>",1229,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","27fee65de73c8f8b7851af412267f26f21fbccc1eaf4ae2600c9a6dd48ab3074","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-46","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-44",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]