[{"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-62":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},2275920,4450,"Chapter 62: Chapter Fifty-Five: [Go Big?]","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>Listening to Gu Qingyi speak so softly, Chen Yan’s eyebrow twitched, and he murmured, “The Domain… isn’t it unstable? The Prison Platform you described sounds like… a killing ground?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, killing,” Gu Qingyi said, squinting as if drawing warmth from the thin sunlight, her voice light. “How could there be no killing? If you don’t kill, you die. Many people die. So many people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her eyes. “I was sent to the Prison Platform at fifteen. I stayed there five years—until I cultivated through battle, shattered my limit, and ascended to the Heavenly Realm, only then could I return to the Gu family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember, on my first night there, they shoved a weapon into my hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For five years, every day, I stood on the platform, slashing wildly with that weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During breaks, I slept huddled in the room behind the platform, clutching the weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the things outside didn’t attack, I still huddled inside, gripping cold blades, trembling as the wind howled outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan frowned. “Who attacked the Prison Platform?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi shook her head in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan thought for a moment, then asked quietly, “Have you… killed many people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. I never killed a person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi answered this time, shaking her head seriously, her voice cold as frost: “The things I killed… weren’t human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s heart chilled at her words: “The Domain… isn’t it unstable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes, fixing him with a steady gaze: “Chen Yan, will you go to the Domain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” Chen Yan had no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Gu Qingyi, cultivation in this world had a ceiling—you could never reach the Heavenly Realm, never escape the Mortal Cultivator tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were true, then Chen Yan would eventually have to go to the Domain if he wanted to break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… it was still far off. He’d never seriously considered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after hearing her words, he felt even more certain the Domain wasn’t some paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yan silent, Gu Qingyi spoke softly but seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yan, if you don’t plan to go to the Domain, don’t ask about it. Don’t learn about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze softened slightly as she added gently, “And… thank you for the milk tea earlier. It was delicious. Very sweet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then until noon, Chen Yan said nothing more to Gu Qingyi, silently turning her words over in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen… a fifteen-year-old girl, sent to a brutal, beyond-limit place, forced into bloody slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For five years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of life was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was he doing at fifteen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in school, worrying about grades and exams, thinking mostly about how to claim a basketball hoop after class, or eagerly waiting to see what flashy new move Naruto would learn next—from one thousand combos to two thousand, then four thousand, then one continuous combo…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thought Naruto was just like him, a commoner, only to realize bitterly that the guy was actually second-generation—even his past life was the son of a celestial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… what were the girls his age doing back then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about sneaking out to get their first manicure, wondering if they could slip away to a concert without their parents knowing, complaining about homework, admiring some boy in the next class who was kinda cute…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Gu Qingyi at fifteen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said: When blood sprayed on your face, it was still warm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t disillusionment with the Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Gu Qingyi first mentioned the Domain, Chen Yan never imagined it as some idyllic cultivation realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d read countless webnovels where cultivation worlds seemed filled with cultivators all quietly pursuing the Dao, where occasional evil cultivators were always swiftly purged by legions of righteous ones…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan knew such a world couldn’t exist—it defied logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a philosophy major, he didn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, a civilization only became a civilization through a system of order—rules that defined everyone’s roles, restricted what most could and couldn’t do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To uphold such rules, you needed overwhelming force to deter violations—government, police, army…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their purpose: to crush rule-breakers with iron fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… in a cultivation world where strength alone ruled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could that work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful cultivators, obeying moral codes or laws, refraining from evil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What restrained them? No government. No police. No army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morality? Don’t joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If morality alone could sustain civilization, there’d be no laws, no need for violent institutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His studies told him the greatest foundation of civilization wasn’t moral education.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was… violence—the violence used as punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earliest human educational text was China’s ancient “Xue Ji”—only two thousand years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whips and clubs, archaeological evidence shows, appeared far, far earlier than education ever did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world where strength ruled, with no powerful force to punish transgressions—such a world could only be terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At lunch, Chen Yan ordered a pizza. Then he pulled out a phone and handed it to Gu Qingyi—it was something he’d bought on the way to purchase spirit tablets and candles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with a SIM card registered under his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He connected the phone to home Wi-Fi and taught her how to use a food delivery app.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The payment was linked to his own account; he disabled facial recognition, gave her the password…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan was confident that now, even if he left for a full day, his stepmother wouldn’t be reduced to gnawing instant noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once liked instant noodles himself—but after surviving the Seven-Day Catastrophe, eating nothing but instant noodles for seven days, he now considered them the most evil food on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going out this afternoon. Might not be back for dinner. If you’re hungry, order delivery,” Chen Yan told her, then downloaded WeChat on the phone using his new SIM card number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use this to message me anytime. I’m your only contact. You can type with handwriting, or hold the mic to send voice messages… and here’s voice call…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi wasn’t stupid. A cultivator who reached the Heavenly Realm before twenty was smarter than most people on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, she mastered everything he taught her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Chen Yan left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he planned to visit the Extreme Internet Cafe in the university district to find the owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d dealt a heavy blow to that uncle Qing a day ago—plenty of time for the intimidation to sink in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he’d go to the owner and take her to meet Luo Qing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Chen Yan would show up himself—he’d hesitated before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? He had a Heavenly Realm stepmother at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was there to fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t know that the moment he stepped out, Gu Qingyi immediately summoned Gui Geng, gave an order, and then left herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan took a ride-hailing car to the edge of the university district near the Extreme Internet Cafe. Before the car even stopped, he saw a business van already parked outside the cafe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Qing stepped out, wearing a baseball cap, his face still bruised and swollen, now streaked with fresh dirt and scrapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what surprised Chen Yan was that Luo Qing stood respectfully by the roadside and gently helped four more people out of the van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful owner—and her three terrifying brothers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan froze. He hesitated, didn’t get out immediately, but tipped the driver ten yuan to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the street, Luo Qing was courteous, even deferential, smiling and bowing as he spoke to the owner and her brothers, then retreated into the van and sped off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan frowned, then opened the door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner was unlocking the cafe door when Chen Yan called out: “Boss, you’re back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, saw Chen Yan smiling toward her, and smiled back, visibly relieved: “Little Yan! What brings you here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought your problem wasn’t settled, so I came to see if I could help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mood was clearly better than the past two days—the joy in her eyes was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Yan, it’s all resolved,” she said, opening the door. “Come in, have some tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure,” Chen Yan replied, nodding calmly—he was curious how it had been resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner’s three brothers gave Chen Yan a casual nod and went upstairs—he wasn’t warm toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He helped the owner because of four years of college ties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The free internet, the countless nights of warm noodles she’d slipped him—her quiet, unspoken way of treating him like her dead younger brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan had no parents, raised by the Old Grandma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can imagine how a child without parents suffered—mocked, excluded, at the bottom of the school hierarchy. Those who never lived it don’t understand that ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Chen Yan treasured every kindness shown to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that bond was only with the owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her three brothers? Forget it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t outright evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minor offenses, constant trouble—but still no good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan had no fondness for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could like three idle, brawling, good-for-nothing thugs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the internet cafe, the owner woman brought a can of cola and handed it to Chen Yan, who accepted it calmly, opened it, and took a sip—then she began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That morning, she had received a call from Luo Qing; his tone was extremely amiable, expressing willingness to reconcile, even offering to withdraw the case himself, and of course, a letter of understanding was no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sides then arranged a time to meet at the police station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Qing, the aggrieved party, voluntarily stated he would withdraw the case, would not pursue further action, and even wrote a letter of understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three brothers’ case did not meet the threshold for criminal charges; considering they had already been detained for several days after the incident, the police station simply closed the case and released them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner woman had originally offered to pay for medical expenses, but Luo Qing refused everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even enthusiastically drove the four siblings home himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, the owner woman felt as if she were dreaming, and a strange thought arose in her mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Luo Qing, suddenly so reasonable, letting go of my younger brothers without demanding a single cent in compensation, and being so warm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be he’s developed feelings for me, has some ulterior motive?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So during the drive, in the car, the owner woman remained cautiously silent, trying to say as little as possible to Luo Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan pondered inwardly, guessing perhaps Luo Qing had been frightened by his own actions, had come to his senses, and after reviewing his recent wrongdoings, had suspected the owner woman’s three younger brothers as the culprits, choosing to settle things peacefully?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That possibility existed, but for Luo Qing to have guessed it was the owner woman’s three brothers—that was unexpected to Chen Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was better: he didn’t have to show his face, saving him some effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting the answer he wanted, Chen Yan stood up to leave; the owner woman happily saw him off at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan said nothing further to warn the owner woman to better discipline her brothers and prevent future trouble—such words were not for him to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only twenty-two; the owner woman’s three younger brothers were all older than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What right did he have to speak in such an old-fashioned, lecturing tone about managing others? It would only annoy them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this matter settled, Chen Yan planned to head home early—wondering whether Gu Xiaoniang had ordered takeout yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could call a car, he received another phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Teacher Chen,” said Fang Zong’s voice, heavy with gravity: “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you—see if you’re available.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please go ahead, Mr. Fang,” Chen Yan replied politely, mindful of yesterday’s New Year gifts and last night’s lavish meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, about that house repair project—I feel the previous repairs weren’t enough. I want to completely renovate it on a much larger scale!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Can I get some votes?~】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>",2001,"2026-06-20T00:04:18.515Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","66453757fa996a8888507acdb1e2d305df7685042f6577aa6f9c0521be487ca5","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-63","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-61",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjust-stop-using-your-divine-powers-cover.jpg"]