[{"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-67":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},2325285,4549,"Chapter 67: The Art of Passing the Blame Is Uniquely Clever","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou met Ye Young Master for the second time at Chunxiang’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Young Master had come to visit Zhao Young Master, who rented a room in Chunxiang’s house, to invite him to a poetry gathering and promised to introduce Zhao Young Master to the second son of Minister Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Young Master, Zhao Mingqiao, had grown close to Chen Guanlou after drinking with him twice. Zhao Mingqiao enthusiastically introduced Chen Guanlou to Ye Young Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Tou may be a jailer, but he’s also a properly educated man with considerable talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t accept that, I can’t accept that,” Chen Guanlou demurred humbly. He knew his own limits—when it came to writing essays or composing poetry, he was worse than a raw recruit in a village school. His advantage lay in information asymmetry, in the perspective of two lifetimes, in the flood of knowledge from the internet age, which allowed him to see problems beyond the constraints of his era, outside the Five Elements, with uniquely startling angles and often thunderous insights. That was why Zhao Mingqiao treated him with such warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this warmth did not reach Ye Young Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Young Master came from a noble family, held himself in high esteem, and had already shown extraordinary humility by deigning to glance at a lowly jailer—how could he possibly take a jailer seriously?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave Chen Guanlou a restrained nod, with no desire to know him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Mingqiao still wanted to press further, to make Ye Young Master recognize Chen Guanlou’s talent, imagining how delightful it would be if the three of them sat together drinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dreamed sweetly, but Ye Young Master clearly grew impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou quickly interrupted Zhao Mingqiao, silently cursing his brother Zhao for his lack of tact: “You’re heading to the poetry gathering—shouldn’t you be leaving now? If you’re late and miss the best part, wouldn’t that be a shame? Zhao Brother, Ye Young Master, I won’t hold you up—I still have matters to attend to at the yamen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed slightly and left first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Chunxiang’s house, Ye Young Master’s words reached his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why, Zhao Brother, must you lower yourself by associating with a jailer? If word gets out, it could drag you down—it wouldn’t be good at all. You should keep your distance from that Chen fellow from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Tou is also from the Chen family,” Zhao Mingqiao retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Young Master snorted immediately. “There are countless people with the surname Chen—not all of them are from Hou Fu. A true Chen family member would never sink so low as to become a jailer in Tianlaomiao. His father was at least a jail official; he, on the other hand, has degraded himself into a mere jailer, growing worse with every passing day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know about Chen Tou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His name has spread throughout Hou Fu—I live there, so of course I’ve heard of him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He truly has talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he has talent, why does he willingly be a jailer? His character is so base—even if he truly possesses talent, you should keep far away from him, lest you be tainted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they moved farther away, their voices faded until they vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou chuckled softly, his expression calm. He wouldn’t rage at a few words from someone named Ye. In this world, everyone looked down on jailers—if he got angry every time someone spoke disrespectfully, he’d spend his entire day furious and accomplish nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Ye Young Master were clearly from different worlds—they could never be friends, not even share a table for a drink. Such people should simply be kept at a distance. They looked down on him; he had no interest in returning their gaze. From now on, let each walk their own path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianlaomiao was where he truly roamed freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived for his shift at Tianlaomiao, he heard a shocking and bewildering piece of news: the inmate known as Kongkong had escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kongkong’s case had been decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent his life savings to bribe officials, and the men who took the money had sworn on their honor that the worst he’d face was exile. With good fortune, he might not even be exiled—just a few years in prison and he’d be free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this assurance, Kongkong settled in, waiting for the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined the final verdict would be immediate execution. The men who took the money had taken the cash but done nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Kongkong was furious or not was unclear, but after the verdict, he refused to speak, refused to eat. It was the jailer bringing meals who noticed something was wrong—only then did they realize: damn it, there was no one in the cell, only a dummy dressed in clothes. Kongkong had escaped long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a year, the Bingzi Cell Block had suffered three prison breaks in succession—such frequency, such bad luck, was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the prisoner was about to be taken to the execution ground, he vanished—gone, nowhere to be found. What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From top to bottom, everyone in the Bingzi Cell Block had gone mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had expected Kongkong to escape at this moment. No one even knew how he had slipped out of Tianlaomiao without a trace, and remained undetected for one or two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui was frantic, his mouth blistered. He cursed every single jailer in the Bingzi Cell Block. In his fury, he grabbed a stick and began beating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether young or seasoned, no jailer dared utter a sound or dodge the blows. At this moment, no one dared be the first to stick their head out—just take the beating quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui, beside himself with rage, shouted: “If we don’t catch him, we can’t answer to our superiors. If they want me dead, I’ll take every last one of you with me before I go. One by one, none of you will escape unscathed. Especially you, Lu Datou—Zhang Wantong’s gone, and look at the leadership you’ve provided—day after day, all you think about is gambling. When they come looking for heads, I’ll put yours on the flag first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou felt deeply wronged—he hadn’t started gambling today; he’d been a seasoned gambler for ten years. Why had no one complained before, and now they wanted to sacrifice him? Couldn’t they at least be reasonable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head, there are only two days left before the execution. Even if you want to sacrifice me, we must first get through this crisis. At least I’m still useful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Useful? What use is your big head and fat ass? Useless.” Xu Fugui kicked him hard. Lu Datou obediently fell backward, performing the role of a man grievously wounded by his master’s unmatched martial prowess. As a mature jailer, this was one skill he had to master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Essential jailer skills included, but were not limited to: gambling, drinking, boasting, making promises, and acquiring money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most important of all was acquiring money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head, I really am useful—I swear it. We can substitute someone else for him—it’ll work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll substitute your ancestors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head, listen to me. Kongkong the thief is a master of disguise—who dares say they’ve seen his real face? Who dares claim the Kongkong they’ve seen before was his true face? Everyone knows his disguise art is mysterious, a peculiar skill that requires no external tools to change his appearance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Lu Datou’s mind was unusually clear—he analyzed the situation with sharp wit. Since no one could claim to have seen Kongkong’s true face, this made the substitution plan extremely convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You say he isn’t Kongkong? On what basis? How many faces have you seen of Kongkong? Can you tell which one is his real face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s been locked in Tianlaomiao for so long—we say he is Kongkong, he is Kongkong. Even if Heaven’s Emperor himself came, he would still be Kongkong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this is Tianlaomiao, staffed by capable, competent jailers—no prisoner can escape, not even with wings.\u003C\u002Fp>",1328,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e693c8683c870803b150fd285d5a64201fe0e8a94788b90471fdee9e07c159c2","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-68","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-66",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]