[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers":3,"chapter-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Just Stop Using Your Divine Powers!",{"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},2275872,4450,"Chapter 14: Chapter Thirteen: Oh, It","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>Young people Chen Yan’s age usually don’t care much about jade or such things. He only remembered that two streets away from the university district in Chengdong, there was a replica ancient architecture zone, a government-planned traditional folk tourism area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a antique street there, with a few jade shops—back when he was in college, he’d occasionally visited that area with classmates during holidays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hailed a ride-hailing car and headed for the antique street. Sitting in the car, Chen Yan still wondered whether he should consider buying a vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His living situation was settled—he was staying in a huge mansion. Comfortable, yes, but the location was a bit remote; the wealthy residents in the neighborhood all came and went by private cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money gave a man courage. He had seven digits in his bank account, and in a Hong Kong vault lay gold worth eight digits. Chen Yan felt restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… as the ride-hailing car neared the folk tourism zone, two streets away, it got stuck in traffic—after all, it was nearly year-end, and there were plenty of tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan immediately abandoned the idea of buying a car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like now—stuck in traffic, completely immobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were driving himself, he’d surely grow anxious and irritable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a passenger, he could just sit in the back and play with his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, he wouldn’t have to worry about parking every time he arrived somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, truth be told, Chen Yan was just lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the tourist zone, crowds surged and bustled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With year-end approaching, tourist numbers were high, and with Christmas and New Year’s Day coming in two days, nearly every shop was running holiday promotions and discounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many students from the nearby university district, idle before winter break, also liked to wander here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was afternoon now. Chen Yan walked with the crowd into the tourist zone and casually bought a string of candied hawthorns—he’d loved sweet-and-sour things since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—he bit into one and spat it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tourist zone’s unscrupulous vendors used inferior hawthorns, sour and astringent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the festive year-end atmosphere made the whole street feel alive—the merchants’ loud advertisements, their flashy signs, the chatter of tourists…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Chen Yan nearly forgot why he’d come here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed a trendy milk tea shop he’d seen online, its entrance lined with a long queue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Yan walked past, suddenly he heard a familiar voice calling his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro! Bro!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan stopped and turned. A tall, thin boy waved at him, then dashed out of the queue in two or three steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro!” the boy grinned, clapping Chen Yan on the shoulder. “It really is you! I thought I’d mistaken you for someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Mr. Zhao!” Chen Yan smiled and greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No ‘Mr.’—just call me Xiao Zhao!” the boy bowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Xiao Zhao was a year below Chen Yan in school; they’d been fairly close back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, what are you doing here? Don’t you have work today?” Xiao Zhao asked enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan shook his head, not wanting to explain he’d quit before his internship ended, and replied vaguely: “I’m off today.” Then he asked back: “What about you? No class?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao chuckled. He was lean, his face bony, and his grin looked a bit sleazy: “No class. I’m here to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed behind him to the milk tea shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smiled: “You came to queue up for a job?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. I gathered a dozen classmates—fifty yuan per head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao didn’t hide it. Chen Yan nodded knowingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many trendy shops were artificially hyped—paying people to fake queues, creating the illusion of “packed crowds, booming popularity, wildly popular,” then promoting it further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby was the university district, where students were cheap labor—easy to recruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan had done this kind of job many times back in school—often with this very Xiao Zhao—to earn pocket money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was, Chen Yan only did it occasionally for extra cash, while Xiao Zhao was the ringleader of a small group of part-time workers on campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao was sharp. Though his looks were sleazy, he wasn’t bad-hearted. Most importantly, he knew how to get things done—he always found odd jobs others couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the leader, he never cheated his classmates; even when taking a cut, he charged less than others, so many students were happy to follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Chen Yan had wondered why Xiao Zhao was so good at finding jobs and leading people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, when they became close, he asked—and learned Xiao Zhao’s parents were ringleaders for extras at Hengdian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder—family tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in school, Xiao Zhao had expanded his business beyond what most campus part-time groups could reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His services ranged from posing as customers in queues to handing out flyers in residential compounds—everything under the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even inherited his family’s trade, taking classmates into the entertainment industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One summer, he brought dozens of students to Hengdian. With his parents’ connections, they worked as extras for over twenty days—morning as imperial soldiers, afternoon as bandits, daytime as Japanese invaders, nighttime as eunuchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two female classmates, with fair complexions and good looks, even landed two lines of dialogue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One: “Young master, this doesn’t seem right…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other: “Master, you can’t do that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan couldn’t imagine how chaotic the plot of that drama must have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Xiao Zhao’s business was wildly diverse—he always found profitable gigs for classmates and negotiated the best prices, earning him the nickname “Mr. Zhao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, with such skills, Xiao Zhao should have been wildly popular on campus, surrounded by underclassmen fawning over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he always treated Chen Yan with deep respect, addressing him as “Bro” without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d met doing odd jobs; their relationship had been casual, neither close nor distant. Then one time, they joined a group to pose as customers in Jiangbei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To save money, they took a ferry across the river instead of a car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ferry neared shore, Xiao Zhao leaned over the railing to admire the view, got jostled, and tumbled into the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t swim. He flailed helplessly. Though people on board shouted, no one dared jump in to save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan dove straight in, pulled Xiao Zhao up in seconds, then grabbed his hair and hauled him onto the bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kids raised in the countryside of southern China usually had decent swimming skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Xiao Zhao treated Chen Yan with deep respect, never calling him by his given name again—always “Bro.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their friendship gradually grew stronger after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao respected Chen Yan because he’d saved his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan valued Xiao Zhao because he knew gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, Old Grandma had taught Chen Yan: a man who knows gratitude won’t turn out truly evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao chatted briefly with Chen Yan, then pulled over a student who’d just bought milk tea, took the cup from him, and shoved it into Chen Yan’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, this one’s on me. Tastes decent—I’ve had a few cups these past two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t like milk tea, but since it was from Xiao Zhao, he smiled and took it: “Let’s have dinner this weekend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure! But not this week—I’ve got a job this weekend: taking people to the airport to pretend to be fans meeting a celebrity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, Mr. Zhao certainly had plenty of business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan chatted with Xiao Zhao for a few minutes by the roadside. Before parting, he quietly opened his heavenly eye and scanned Xiao Zhao’s fortune with the Qi Observation Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xiao Zhao’s fortune was good, with no dark aura or misfortune, he felt reassured and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying goodbye to Xiao Zhao, Chen Yan wandered a few hundred meters and entered the antique street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After visiting a few shops, Chen Yan was slightly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What real antiques could you find in a tourist zone’s antique street?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jade shops mostly sold crafts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention genuine high-quality material—over 80% of the so-called ordinary jade was fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan casually scanned the displayed stones with the techniques he’d learned from the Jade Appraisal Chapter—he saw many were merely quartzite, a common material used to counterfeit jade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even genuine jade was absurdly expensive; even the most basic low-grade white jade, a tablet the size of a matchbox, cost at least several thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how this business worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chen Yan knew he’d be overcharged, he still bought two jade tablets—one white, one green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked out of the jade shop, pocketing them, he passed the milk tea shop again and suddenly saw a crowd gathered, someone shouting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s heart stirred—he spotted several students who looked like his own, probably Xiao Zhao’s crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed through the crowd and saw Xiao Zhao sitting on the ground, holding his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan immediately knelt down and reached for Xiao Zhao’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably nothing serious…” Xiao Zhao waved him off. When he opened his palm, Chen Yan saw a small cut on the corner of his eye, a bead of blood oozing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound wasn’t serious, but Chen Yan frowned: “Who hit you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no one hit me,” Xiao Zhao sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan grew suspicious—just moments ago, when they parted, he’d used his heavenly eye and Qi Observation Technique on Xiao Zhao. He’d seen no dark aura, no misfortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Chen Yan secretly scanned Xiao Zhao again—and couldn’t help exclaiming, “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his heavenly eye, a faint, almost invisible dark aura clung to Xiao Zhao’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps because of the bloodshed, the dark aura was rapidly fading—within a few breaths, it vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan froze. According to the Book of Qi and Fortune, a person’s fortune rarely changed suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only if one committed a heinous, heaven-defying act was there a slim chance of sudden fortune reversal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the past ten minutes, Xiao Zhao couldn’t have gone out to oppress the innocent or dig up someone’s ancestral grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or... had he just come into contact with some sinister, uncanny object?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s expression turned solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was standing fine just now, when suddenly something flew down from the window upstairs and hit me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Zhao had already gotten up from the ground: “I think I’m fine. I sat down because when I got hit, my vision went black—I thought I’d been blinded, and my legs just gave out from fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xiao Zhao touched the wound by his eye, wincing and hissing as he sucked in cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students who had come with Xiao Zhao pointed at the window upstairs and shouted angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should be the second floor of a street-front restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “weapon” that had hit Xiao Zhao was also found: a broken cellphone, shattered into pieces on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a figure sprinted down the steps along the restaurant’s street entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, small girl, hurried and anxious, her face filled with urgency and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dashed over, her innocent little face brimming with regret and tension; before she’d even steadied herself, she blurted out apologies: “Sorry sorry, really sorry, I didn’t mean to...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish speaking, she caught sight of Chen Yan standing beside Xiao Zhao—and her words froze in her mouth, her face twisting into surprise—surprise that carried, beneath it, a hint of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan studied her for a moment, then smiled: “It’s you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, the girl’s first reaction was to raise both hands and cover her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{Two chapters for today are complete.}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>{Please add this book to your shelf~}\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>",1938,"2026-06-20T00:04:18.515Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2e3ab6c326f22991e70c4f0058a1e69da03410fac5c9ce434984455660eba169","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-15","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-13",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjust-stop-using-your-divine-powers-cover.jpg"]