[{"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-6":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},2325224,4549,"Chapter 6","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>Shift change in the early morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou, still buzzing from a night of gambling, slung an arm around Chen Guanlou’s shoulder and shoved a tael of silver into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, after Chen Guanlou helped Lu Datou break even, Lu Datou seemed possessed by the Gambling God, sweeping the table clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t refuse; he accepted the silver generously and added, “Nine out of ten gamblers lose.” Gamblers never end well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, I’ve got sense,” Lu Datou said dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, they ran into several other gamblers, each with pale, drawn faces—clearly wiped out. Seeing each other, all harbored resentment toward Lu Datou, seething over their losses. One man stared twice at Chen Guanlou, clearly bitter—no doubt blaming him for helping Lu Datou recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By custom, the winner buys the drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou burst into laughter and readily agreed, promising to treat everyone to a feast at Guanmei Tower. Once settled, the group dispersed, each heading home to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou returned to his small home near Hou Fu—a single courtyard with three main rooms, one wing on each side, plus a kitchen, a side room, and a washing area. Tiny, but fully functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a sip of water, he began his martial training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderbolt Art was an external cultivation method, focused on fist techniques. Following Luo Jingtian’s guidance, he carefully explored and studied alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three hours of practice, he faintly touched the threshold of entry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the appointed time, he arrived at Guanmei Tower for the feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou hosted, treating everyone to a banquet. Since he had to return to duty at night, he refused alcohol. The seasoned veterans didn’t care—as long as they didn’t get drunk, a little drink was nothing. The officials also enjoyed their nights; unless something major happened, they wouldn’t launch surprise inspections of Tianlaomiao after dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group got mildly drunk, timed their departure perfectly, and barely made it back on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, as they entered the yamen, they met Zhang Yuli, who hadn’t finished his shift yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuli glared at the drunken, reeking jailers and erupted in curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any sense of duty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Honor, night duty means sitting in cold, damp cells. If we don’t drink a little to ward off the chill, even strong men will break down in under three years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, Your Honor, consider our usual diligence and spare us this once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Honor, it’s not that we’re breaking rules—we just can’t afford proper rations this month. The food’s terrible. We’ve all lost three catties of weight. We need to replenish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seasoned veterans, relying on seniority, chattered all at once, trying to bluff their way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou stood at the back of the line, keeping silent. He had no voice here—just follow the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuli wanted to lash out, but knew now wasn’t the time. He’d record this debt for later—there’d be plenty of chances to punish a few jailers. No need to rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved them off in disgust. “Get out, get out—get to your posts. Next time, I won’t spare you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank Your Honor for your mercy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuli was merely a yamen clerk—he had no right to be called “Your Honor.” The jailers used the title out of respect. If he pressed this over drinks, he’d be breaking the unwritten rules. Break the rules, and don’t blame us for breaking things worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jailers had countless ways to make life hard for their superiors. Dig a hole, bury someone—it always worked. Who ends up losing their head? Who knows?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Zhang Yuli still had some sense and didn’t pursue it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jailers took their leave from Zhang Yuli and headed to Tianlaomiao for night watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the night patrol of Cell Bingzi, Chen Guanlou took the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Luo Jingtian’s cell, he handed over a flask of wine and a paper-wrapped portion of braised meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No roast chicken, but this braised meat’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jingtian didn’t care—he was just glad to eat. He grabbed the wine and meat and wolfed it down, gulping wine in big swallows. After filling a fifth of his stomach, he slowed, “Damn, how long since I had wine? Those heartless, gutless jailers are all scum. You’re the only decent one, Chen kid. But this braised meat… doesn’t taste like the place I told you about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou wouldn’t dare buy from Luo Jingtian’s recommended restaurant—risk of being framed for collusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bought this wine and meat from a roadside stall on the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jingtian paused, then resumed eating as if nothing happened. “Chen kid, I understand the rules. I won’t ask you to carry messages—that’s forbidden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was pleased with his compliance and asked his pressing question: “How long to enter the threshold of Thunderbolt Art? How long to reach Level One?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jingtian ate as he spoke: “Most take at least seven or eight days to enter. Those with poor talent might take ten days or even half a month. Me? I entered in three days, reached Level One in two months.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a proud look—clearly pleased with his martial talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou’s heart lurched. He’d touched the threshold in just three hours. What did that make him? A prodigy? A genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was a martial genius, why didn’t he have a Martial Meridian? Why couldn’t he cultivate internal arts or become a martial cultivator? He refused to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did heaven even have eyes? It left a talent like him starving while favoring worthless scraps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practice is the sole standard for testing truth. Just because others say he lacks a Martial Meridian and can’t cultivate internal arts doesn’t mean he should give up. He had to try for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have an internal cultivation scripture?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jingtian froze, set down his food, wiped his greasy mouth, and pleaded earnestly: “Chen kid, I know you’re bitter. Countless ordinary people like you refuse to settle for being mere fist instructors, trying to break past the Martial Meridian limit and cultivate internal arts. But none have succeeded. The worst died exploding from internal rupture. I have an internal scripture—but if I give it to you, I’d be killing you. Forcing cultivation is suicide. Lifespan won’t reach thirty. Countless elders bled and wept to prove this. You must listen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Chen Guanlou’s gloom vanished—his spirits soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked quickly: “You mean it shortens your lifespan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shortens? It trades your life for the art—life for no life. Only those with a Martial Meridian can cultivate internal arts and extend their years. That’s an eternal truth. Chen kid, I know you’re bitter, but I still say: give up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't try to persuade me. I've made up my mind. Just teach me the internal scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… you…” Luo Jingtian couldn’t understand. He’d laid out the truth clearly—why wouldn’t Chen kid listen? This was a death path. Too bad—he’d finally met an uncorrupted jailer, and now he’d watch him walk straight to his grave.\u003C\u002Fp>",1169,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","14acf04648c4e5b9fdcdace50013c37c810c519655eff8ba00e91a8af9bc072e","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-7","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-5",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]