[{"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-965":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},2326183,4549,"Chapter 965","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-965",965,"\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang stared at the pill in Chen Guanlou’s hand, hesitating to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou smirked, “Brother Yulang, are you afraid? Afraid I’m tricking you, afraid this pill will really kill you? If I wanted you dead, would I go through such trouble? Don’t forget—I’m a ninth-rank martial artist. I have a hundred ways to make you die silently in this cell, and even heaven’s own lord couldn’t uncover the truth. Wouldn’t that be safer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It won’t really kill me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you not trust me, or the pill in my hand? Or do you not trust anyone at all?” Chen Guanlou asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang instinctively licked his cracked lips. “Must I really take it? Must we go this far? Can’t we just pretend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pretend what? Pretend to be dead? If you want out, you must pass three trials and slay six generals. Whether you’re sick or truly near death—any experienced man can see through it at a glance. Brother Yulang, everything comes at a price. This is the Heavenly Prison, not your Zhang household. Don’t bring your spoiled Young Master  ways here. One question: take it or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou feigned impatience—he truly didn’t want to play nurse. Maybe he should just slip poison in his food. Zhang Yulang didn’t have to eat the pill, but he couldn’t avoid food or water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more confined you are in prison, the more you must eat on schedule, eat well, and keep your body strong to survive the harsh conditions and wait for release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moping all day, refusing to eat—before you even get out, a simple cold will kill you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang feared death, but he feared the Heavenly Prison more—he simply couldn’t bear it. Worse still, this examination fraud case would claim lives, and many of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by getting out could he survive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he forced a awkward smile, took the pill, and swallowed it in small sips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou confirmed he’d swallowed it, then smiled in satisfaction. “For the next few days, act as usual. Don’t behave oddly. When you fall ill, I’ll arrange for a physician to examine you—just cooperate. I’ll also notify your family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang rubbed his throat, feeling uneasy. “Brother Guanlou, will I get out soon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I’m out, I’ll treat you to drinks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Don’t you understand? Big trees attract wind. Once you’re out, stay home and rest. Don’t go out—especially not until the case is settled. If you slip up, we’ll all be in trouble. You don’t want a second stint here, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang nodded obediently. “Alright, I’ll listen to you. My fate rests entirely in your hands. Brother Guanlou, you won’t deceive me, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou shot him a sidelong glance and sneered. “You’re worth more alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true,” Zhang Yulang instantly preened, striking his spoiled Young Master  pose—but the setting ruined it, making his wealth look hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once the case is over, I’ll throw a feast—drink for three days and three nights. Brother Guanlou, you must come. You’re my savior—you have to be there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he’d even live to see that day was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he didn’t die in the Heavenly Prison, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where could you find a subordinate as loyal as this? Sun Daoning didn’t even appreciate him, always stingy, never generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow I’ll find an excuse to get Old Sun to approve more funds—to reward the jailers and improve their living conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A night of wind and rain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather had just warmed up, and now it turned cold again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang fell ill; many prisoners in the cell were coughing and sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physician Mu was running nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Zhang family paid well, he prioritized Zhang Yulang’s treatment—prescribed standard medicine, ordered the jailer in the pharmacy to brew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang opened his mouth several times, wanting to speak but holding back, wary of others nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physician Mu patted his shoulder. “Don’t talk. Rest well. I understand everything. Take your medicine, rest properly—you’ll recover soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to see Warden Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh dear, Warden Chen’s been swamped these past two days—three inmates in the Bing-cell block died. He’s had no time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou had already planned this with Physician Mu: during Zhang Yulang’s illness, he must not appear, to avoid drawing attention. Coincidentally, the Bing-cell block had seen repeated relapses and a record number of deaths—he was genuinely busy organizing reforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that people had died in the Bing-cell block, Zhang Yulang grew tense. He grabbed Physician Mu’s sleeve, refusing to let him leave. “Doctor, I—I won’t die, will I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t fret, Master Zhang. Your family paid well. I’ve prescribed top-grade herbs. Take your medicine, rest well—you’ll recover soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yulang exhaled in relief—then immediately tensed again. If his condition improved, his near-death escape plan would fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to ask more, but Physician Mu had already risen and walked to the next cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpless, he could only reassure himself: he must trust Chen Guanlou. Chen Guanlou took the money—he’d get this done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather swung between cold and warm; three inmates in the Bing-cell block died overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called a meeting of all personnel in the Bing-cell block and scolded them harshly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He issued a strict order: until the illness was under control, no prisoner was to be sent to the punishment chamber, and no torture was permitted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to keep your jobs? If you do, don’t act like fools. A whole cell full of sick men—and you’re still sending them to the punishment chamber? How heartless are you? As long as they’re alive, you earn money. When they die, what do you earn? Nothing! You’ll lose your jobs too. Use your brains! Xu Fugui, three men died overnight in the Bing-cell block. You’re directly responsible—you bear the main blame. Write a self-criticism report. Thoroughly reflect on your mistakes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui heard this and felt the sky had collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face flushed red. “My lord, I—I’ve never written one of these reports. I don’t know how. And I can barely write.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guanlou sneered—he wanted exactly this reaction. He roared: “Can’t you ask someone if you don’t know how? I don’t care if you can write or not—in three days, I want that report, at least a thousand characters, no ghostwriting. I know your handwriting blindfolded, so don’t try to cheat. Meeting dismissed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without giving Xu Fugui a chance to plead, beg, or argue, Chen Guanlou walked straight out of the Bing-cell block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui flew into a rage, slamming his waist sword onto the table. He didn’t want anyone to die—how could he stop prisoners from dying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Datou smirked, enjoying his misery. “Old Xu, go ask Master Mu Qingshan—he’ll help you. He’s a proper scholar; writing a report is nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mu Qingshan will help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Treat him to wine, bring two singers to entertain him—he’ll help. If that fails, there’s Qian Fugui. He’s been secretly studying for years—writing a report is child’s play.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Fugui thought it over, then decided to ask Mu Qingshan. As for Qian Fugui—hmph—he’d once been a lowly jailer. Now he had to beg him? That would be too humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>",1198,"2026-06-20T17:40:00.288Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fd795f4860859814dd75583cc431695dbb585fa210d655ace4d46b5c67aa55fd","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-966","immortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-chapter-964",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimmortal-through-martial-path-i-who-cannot-die-s-cover.jpg"]