[{"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-73":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},2325291,4549,"Chapter 73","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>Judge Jin’s case was decided: exile three thousand li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon learning the verdict, Judge Jin sighed deeply and said, “I wonder if I’ll ever see the capital again in my lifetime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou wanted to comfort him, but then he thought: Judge Jin’s younger sister was a favorite concubine of the Prince of Donghai. Even with the Prince of Donghai as his patron, the exile sentence couldn’t be changed—his words of comfort would sound utterly hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just focus on staying alive, spend money wisely, and you’ll manage. Who knows? Maybe one day the Emperor will issue a general pardon, and you’ll return to the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou spoke these words—they were practical enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exile wasn’t terrifying because of the destination, but because of the journey there. As long as you didn’t die on the road, someone like Judge Jin would be a valuable asset upon arrival. With some flexibility, he might still seize opportunities. When the empire-wide pardon finally came, his suffering would end, and redemption would be within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judge Jin nodded, his face still gloomy, but a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes. To live was to hope. At least he hadn’t been executed on the spot—his whole family could still stay together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I entrust you with one favor, Chen Tou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak.” Chen Guanlou had grown very adept at navigating affairs. Compared to his rigid principles back in the Bing-cell prison, his standards had sunk lower and lower. These were all disgraced officials—he didn’t care what their future held. Better to build a connection now, just to ease his conscience. Who knew? One day, if one of these officials rose again and remembered his time in the Tianlao prison, he might come back for revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time, my old servant told me that perhaps the family’s valuables weren’t fully seized—two rare editions slipped through. Chen Tou, could you help find a buyer? Any fair price will do. My family can’t travel safely now, so we can’t go looking ourselves, and we fear someone will take advantage and lowball us. This exile will require bribes all along the way, and we’ll need silver to survive at the destination. These two rare editions are the only assets left that can fetch a decent price—to ease our immediate crisis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a small matter—I’ll find you a suitable buyer. But tell me: are you certain these rare editions truly slipped past the confiscation, with no hidden dangers or unfinished business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was willing to help, but he wouldn’t let himself get dragged into trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how these officials operated—rabbits have three burrows. It was unlikely the confiscators simply didn’t recognize the value. These were seasoned hands; they wouldn’t miss something as valuable as rare editions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far more likely, before the confiscation, the Jin family had secretly hidden a few precious items—and by luck, they escaped detection. Now desperate for cash, yet afraid of being discovered and punished further, they’d come to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judge Jin, a seasoned bureaucrat, wasn’t the least rattled when Chen Guanlou questioned him face-to-face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Tou, just find the buyer. I guarantee there will be no trouble. I’ll give you one-tenth of the profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it always came down to silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou told him, “Since I came to the Jia-cell prison, you’ve repeatedly helped me, answering many of my questions—I’ve never forgotten. Now that your case is settled, you’ll need money everywhere. Helping you find a buyer is no trouble. I won’t ask where the goods came from. If anything goes wrong later, I won’t acknowledge any connection—I’ll put all the blame on you. That’s fair, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judge Jin nodded and said, “Once the goods are sold, Chen Tou may take two-tenths of the profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, very straightforward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou didn’t refuse—that would have been pretentious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agreed! This is a pure transaction. I wish you a smooth journey and an early escape from this misery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accepted Judge Jin’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he kept a precaution: when meeting the Jin family’s old servant, he disguised himself, assumed a new identity, and merely claimed to be sent by Chen Tou, presenting a token of authentication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servant had doubts, but under pressure, he had no choice but to believe him—internally praying he wouldn’t steal the goods and vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou wouldn’t steal the goods and run—he had no grudge, and this wasn’t a one-time deal. The Tianlao prison was a vast warehouse; countless people would come begging for his help in the future. He wouldn’t ruin his reputation and future prospects over a few taels of silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jin family had done him no wrong—he wouldn’t drive them to despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding a buyer was easy—and yet hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straightforwardly, go to a pawnshop. But pawnshops would lowball you to the point of absurdity—not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He specifically consulted Master Du, the scholar, who gave him an estimate: “These two rare editions, if they find a passionate buyer, could easily fetch three to five thousand taels. But since you’re helping someone in a hurry, you won’t get top price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much, roughly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, perhaps two thousand five hundred taels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know any buyers? You know my job—I can’t reach suitable ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Du laughed heartily. “The right buyer? He’s right before your eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re buying?” Chen Guanlou was stunned. Master Du was poor—everyone knew it. He’d assumed the scholar was destitute, never imagining he was wealthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Misunderstanding. I have no means to purchase such valuable rare editions. Though I can’t afford them, I know someone who can—and who wants them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was surprised and whispered, “If I recall correctly, the Great Lord is a military general.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Great Lord is a general, yes—but he’s also a cultured man, literate and martial. He loves calligraphy and painting, and collects rare editions from previous dynasties. As far as I know, he built a special study just to house his collection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I beg you, Master Du—could you help make the introduction?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too late tonight. I’ll go tomorrow. May I hold the two editions here? Do you trust me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! I trust you won’t deceive me. Leave them with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Du was pleased—deeply touched by Chen Guanlou’s trust. He would not betray it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, he delivered a formal invitation and successfully met the Great Lord to pitch the two rare editions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Lord examined them, couldn’t put them down, asked about their origin, and immediately agreed to buy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I'll only pay two thousand taels. These editions were clearly taken from a prisoner's belongings. Had the seller not been surnamed Chen, I wouldn't have paid a thousand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Du was speechless, finally muttering, “He’s only helping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saying he’s helping doesn’t mean he didn’t profit. Tell him: if he finds similar treasures in the future, bring them directly. Let him come through the back door—I’ll deal with him myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Du had no choice but to relay the message exactly as given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou considered it. He’d previously disguised himself and visited pawnshops—the best they’d offered was six hundred taels, clearly exploiting his urgency. And pawnshops colluded: once one set a price, none would raise theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he left the capital and sought pawnshops elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two thousand taels was far better than the pawnshops. He was thinking long-term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Establishing a connection with the Great Lord meant a perfect channel for fencing stolen goods. Who in any government office would dare investigate a First-Rank Marquis?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Judge Jin asked him to find a buyer—he likely knew that if his own family tried to sell, they’d get less than six hundred taels, and might even be extorted.\u003C\u002Fp>",1287,"2026-06-20T17:39:56.967Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","50c71bcee1acc4cfdef7a80db216dd03ec5cc8c44fb6f6d40236a4f0e9c90a1b","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-74","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-72",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]