[{"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-7":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},2325225,4549,"Chapter 7","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>The \"Heavenly Zen Treasure Skill,\" the internal cultivation method taught to Chen Guanlou by Luo Jingtian, was by no means a common street-level technique—it ranked as a mid-tier internal cultivation scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day at home, Chen Guanlou attempted to practice internal cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, without any martial meridians, he soon suffered the consequences: no progress whatsoever, and unbearable pain throughout his body—especially in his five viscera and six bowels, which felt crushed by an invisible force, as if they would explode any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he bore the Fruit of Longevity; as long as he still drew breath, the Fruit instantly repaired his body. Otherwise, he would have suffered grave injuries from forcibly practicing the internal cultivation method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this attempt, his resolve grew even firmer—he became more certain than ever that he must cultivate the internal scripture. Others could not practice it, but he, protected by the Fruit of Longevity, feared neither lifespan depletion nor internal organ damage—he could simply force his way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, he began living a life of slacking off during work hours and cultivating after shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his immortality, fearing he might one day forget this moment, he remembered the old saying: a good memory is no match for a bad pen, so he decided to keep a diary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great Qian, Tai Xing 45th year, fourth month, eighteenth day, clear weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou lost at gambling and came to borrow money from me. I’m a pauper—where would I get money to lend him? I only treated him to a bowl of beef noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fourth month, twenty-fifth day, light rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I heard Xu Fugui and Zhang the Jail Clerk are at odds; they’re currently clashing before Inspector Jiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fourth month, twenty-eighth day, overcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I saw the bastard who stole my radish patch—Wan the Jail Clerk, in charge of Jiazi Cell Block, the most lucrative cell block, housing only corrupt officials. He clearly recognized me too. As a newcomer who somehow rose to command Jiazi Block, he must have powerful backing—I can’t afford to provoke him yet. I’ll avoid him for now. Wait till I…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, first day, clear weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great fortune! Today I got paid. Monthly salary: two taels. Bonus: eight taels. This iron rice bowl—I’m holding onto it. Even the Heavenly Emperor himself won’t take it from me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to celebrate—tonight, I’m going to the brothel to listen to songs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, second day, light rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I prepared a gift and sent it to the Su family. Old Lady Su, as always, was snobbish—but for once, she smiled at me and was unusually kind to my elder sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Old Lady Su doesn’t mistreat my sister, I’ll just send more gifts in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, third day, overcast and rainy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I delivered gifts to the Liu household, but sadly, I didn’t get to meet Liu She. The maid, Xiujuan, was quite nice—but she had too many bad habits, always touching and grabbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, tenth day, overcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inspector Jiang rarely came to inspect Tianlaomiao—this was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, twelfth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night shift, slacking off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, fourteenth day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night shift, still slacking off. Left eye twitching for wealth, right eye for disaster—my right eye won’t stop twitching. Something’s wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tai Xing 45th year, fifth month, eighteenth day, light rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On night patrol, Chen Guanlou carried his water-and-fire staff, alone, inspecting Bingzi Cell Block, counting prisoners, confirming life or death, just in case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was well accustomed to this duty. Aside from a few new inmates, everyone else was familiar. But the prisoner in Cell Thirteen—he had never seen the man’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing the full round of inspection, he prepared to return to the guard room and sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway there, he suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prison tonight was unnaturally quiet—eerily so. Even at midnight, inmates should make some noise. The long corridor should echo with sounds from the guard room. Every night at this hour, the guard room was the noisiest—how could it be this silent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit. Something’s happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what it was, he couldn’t just wait to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t hesitate—he instantly opened the nearest cell door, slipped inside, and locked it behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inmate inside, imprisoned for who knew how long, reeked of filth, his beard and hair like wild grass covering his face. His eyes were barely cracked open. Chen Guanlou reached out and signaled, “Shh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this man helped him now, he’d repay him in full later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inmate hesitated slightly, as if weighing the risks. Then he quickly decided—slowly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou exhaled deeply, pulled tangled straw over himself, and hid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know what exactly had occurred, but his instinct told him what to do: don’t be cannon fodder. Hide. Wait for clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast Tianlaomiao was silent as a ghost realm. The inmates, as if forewarned, all feigned death—so convincingly, they might as well be corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-bullying jailers had vanished. Only Chen Guanlou, a mere minnow, hid beneath the straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone’s coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps—more than one person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the gaps in the straw, Chen Guanlou stole a glance outside. He dared not look again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of figures, wearing demon masks and cloaked in black cloaks, stormed into the prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were unmistakably the attire of the Ghost Domain Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Domain Sect: heard of, never seen. No one had laid eyes on its members, yet all knew its reputation—secretive, treacherous, and brutal. Where the Ghost Domain moves, all is lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bold as hell—the Ghost Domain Sect dared break into Tianlaomiao and stage a prison break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Domain members halted two cells ahead. One pulled out a length of wire, jammed it into the lock, and in seconds, the heavy lock clicked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoner inside had been jailed last month for stealing tax silver. He’d been tortured upon arrival and had spent the past days recovering in his cell. The authorities feared he’d die before revealing the silver’s whereabouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Ghost Domain members stepped forward and personally helped the prisoner out of the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome, Sect Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Domain members all bowed in salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One quickly offered a mask, a cloak, and a pair of soft, well-fitting cloth shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was stunned. He never imagined that what he’d assumed was a mere bandit was none other than the famed, elusive Ghost Domain Sect Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here’s the puzzle—if he’s the Ghost Domain Sect Master, why risk himself stealing tax silver and get caught by the Six Gates?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou held his breath, not daring to make a sound—he was terrified of dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not die before achieving immortality. That would be unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Domain came swiftly and left just as fast—rescued their Sect Master and vanished with their men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou still didn’t move. Only after half an hour, when he was certain the danger had passed, did he push aside the straw and rush out of the cell toward the guard room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and corpses littered the floor. All three gates stood wide open. The prison was deathly silent. He had no idea what was happening outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou’s face twisted in horror—he knew clearly: he could not walk out unscathed. To walk out alive meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and without hesitation, slammed his head into the wall—fainting instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1271,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","518dd72c796c40a45d1c9693a3f70f21c1cd84ad4df86d6054c87175174fa11f","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-8","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-6",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]