[{"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-76":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},2275934,4450,"Chapter 76: [Supreme Forgetting Emotion?]","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-76",76,"\u003Cp>Hu Tiangou drank himself into a stupor and spilled everything he knew about Chen Yan—though none of it was truly secret or important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Secretary Yan felt this trip had been worthwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the drink, he sent the drunken Hu Tiangou off, his eyes sharp and clear—how could a young pup like Hu Tiangou possibly match the drinking stamina and table tactics of a seasoned veteran like him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling Hu Tiangou’s words, he pulled out a small notebook he carried with him and quickly jotted down a summary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, Boss Fang sat in his office, listening to Secretary Yan’s report while studying the notes on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That’s basically all I heard, Boss. According to Hu Shangke, Xiao Chen Laoshi is quite easy to get along with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang rubbed his eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lustful? Likes money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang shook his head and smiled: “That’s normal. Who the hell doesn’t like money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for men—how many don’t like beautiful women?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially young guys with strong appetites—who doesn’t want a girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Boss Fang picked up a pen and crossed out the four characters “lustful and money-loving” on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That guy Hu doesn’t know shit. Likes reading a few comics and that makes him lustful? Likes watching a few borderline videos and that makes him lustful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Xiao Chen Laoshi’s abilities, if he really were lustful, he’d already be living in luxury and debauchery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every man’s got a few terabytes of hard drive teachers on his computer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang dismissed it and continued: “Everyone likes money, but Xiao Chen Laoshi loves it the right way. When Luo Qing paid compensation, I offered him half—he refused outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like that likes money, but isn’t greedy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you’re right,” Secretary Yan immediately nodded. “Besides, the other points Hu Shangke mentioned are worth paying attention to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, Xiao Chen Laoshi is very loyal to friends—he never breaks a promise. That shows he has principles and boundaries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Boss Fang nodded seriously. “People without principles can be bought and used—but so can anyone else. Only those with principles can be true friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending Secretary Yan out, Boss Fang kept staring at the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, likes big boobs and long legs... I like those too.” Boss Fang stroked his chin and sighed: “Too bad I don’t have a daughter or sister with big boobs and long legs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With my looks and physique, if I really had a beautiful daughter with big boobs and long legs, my head might turn a different color!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were my own sister, then my father’s hair color would be the problem!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Fang had a clear-eyed assessment of his own looks and physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With my wealth, I could easily buy a beautiful woman with big boobs and long legs and deliver her to Xiao Chen Laoshi’s doorstep—no challenge at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Boss Fang, well-versed in the ways of the world, knew well: the more capable someone is, the less likely they are to accept favors easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the relationship isn’t solid, they won’t even accept your gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he already has a stunningly beautiful young girl at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Wait, that’s right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time I visited, his sister was exactly the type—big boobs, long legs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan lay around at home for three days—not truly idle, just suddenly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, after getting the secret manual, he’d planned to train hard and become a top master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with his Nascent Soul cultivation blocked and his ceiling sealed, even if he trained himself to death, he’d still be stuck in the [Common Cultivator] tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transcendent realms—Ascension, Sainthood—were utterly out of reach. This dampened Chen Yan’s enthusiasm for cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was the type who took things lightly; after three days of slacking, he regained his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The finish line is short? Doesn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short has its advantages...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the ceiling is low, then with effort, he’d reach the top quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finish early, then lie down and rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides... staying forever in the Common Cultivator tier isn’t so bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Domains aren’t a great place anyway—and he had no desire to go there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, even if he stayed in this world, he could never reach the Heavenly Human realm—the Dao here forbade it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So really... it makes little difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just be slightly weaker in Nascent Soul than the top Common Cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I’m not the type who hunts monsters and steals treasures. Besides, this world has no real masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take that woman Chu Keqing—same Return-to-Origin realm as me, and even weaker. Yet she’s called a regional expert, known far and wide as [Purple Old Man].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I reach the next level, the Platform Ascension realm, I’d be able to walk this world with impunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three days of slacking, Chen Yan resumed training with renewed vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his main focus shifted to Gu Qingyi’s [Finger Sword] technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simple, practical, and deadly—perfect for the offensive power he needed right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, what Chen Yan really coveted was Gu Qingyi’s dazzling [Formless Severing Slash]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d tentatively asked Gu Qingyi, hinting at his desire to learn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi fell silent for a moment, then said slowly: “I wouldn’t mind teaching you—but you couldn’t master it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only perfected the Formless Severing Slash on the Prison Platform—cultivated through killing, nourished by killing aura.” Gu Qingyi asked: “How many lives have you taken?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan whispered: “When Grandma was still alive, I killed two chickens in the countryside. And recently... I finished off that Mountain Demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Qingyi said nothing, only tilted her head and looked at him calmly: “Stop wasting your thoughts on nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she walked away slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan opened his mouth... I’ve been looked down on by this woman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft. Gu family’s Formless Severing Slash is barely top-tier—powerful, but too dangerous, never reaching supreme rank. That little Gu girl thinks it’s peerless. Youthful ignorance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the second-floor windowsill of the neighboring villa, the old man lounged in his chair, legs crossed, one ear tuned to the quiet conversation between man and woman across the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his cultivation and perception, a hundred meters was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat up, sipped tea from the pot beside him, then reclined again, eyes half-closed in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu girl has talent, but her Formless Severing Slash carries too much killing aura. The Gu family’s entire method is already too extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She entered the Dao through killing intent—this is a shortcut. Keep going, and in a few years, that killing intent will crystallize into a heart demon—she’ll either lose her cultivation, or die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless... she cultivates [Supreme Forgetting Emotion]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgetting emotion to sever the heart demon and dissipate killing intent—that’s one path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those who cultivate Supreme Forgetting Emotion are all madmen. Who else would willingly turn themselves into cold, lifeless stone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi sat at her desk, holding a copy of Dazai Osamu’s *No Longer Human*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t really read much—she’d once loved this book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that she particularly admired the Japanese author; back then, her own life felt bleak and hopeless, and Dazai’s cold, detached tone toward humanity gave her a strange sense of resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai died by suicide in his thirties, having attempted it multiple times in his life—this self-destructive, life-weary streak matched Lu Sisi’s old mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now... holding the book, she couldn’t get into it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi sighed, returned the book to the shelf, and picked up her phone to check WeChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, she’d occasionally exchanged idle chatter with Chen Yan on WeChat—meaningless small talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrolling through the messages, a faint smile lingered on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The content was truly dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... she remembered reading somewhere: falling in love is like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you see two cats fighting on the street, you want to excitedly tell your partner about it—that’s what falling in love looks like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the girl’s thoughts drifted aimlessly, her door suddenly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father, Yang Jiaming, walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jiaming was from Hong Kong, and his name fit that region’s conventions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi’s father had several brothers named Jiajin, Jiaye, Jiawei...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm—if she’d been allowed into the family genealogy, she’d be a Yang too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Yang family genealogy, Lu Sisi belonged to the Hui generation—if she’d been included, her name would’ve been something like Yang Huixin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Lu Sisi liked her name fine and didn’t want to change it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sisi, doing homework?” Yang Jiaming sat beside his daughter, his tone mild but not affectionate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reading a novel,” Lu Sisi shook her head. “It’s vacation—I’m not studying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t asked about your grades this semester—any failed courses needing retakes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I passed everything,” Lu Sisi answered carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Jiaming was slightly surprised, paused, then said: “Good. No failures means you worked hard this semester.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve always worked hard... the girl sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father was clearly making small talk; he pulled a small pendant from his pocket: “A few days ago, your mother and I took your younger brother on a trip, and at a temple, your mother got this talisman for you—it’s meant to keep you safe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi hummed in acknowledgment, nodded, and took it, but didn’t wear it—she just held it in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his daughter’s clear, lovely face, now filled with distance and unfamiliarity, Yang Jiaming sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t truly biased toward sons; having a son didn’t mean he loved his daughter any less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was first born, he had been overjoyed, as if he’d found a priceless treasure, and he had cherished her as his dearest jewel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daughter suffered constant illnesses and misfortunes, and worse—anyone who drew close to her was dragged into inexplicable calamities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only his wife, but even he himself had been in two car accidents—both times, his daughter had been in the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that the fortune-teller’s verdict from Hong Kong, combined with the actual events of those years, and Yang Jiaming and his wife grew increasingly fearful, slowly pulling away from their daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their younger son was born, the distance grew even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them, there was an unspoken fear: that their daughter’s misfortune might drag down their younger son, so they even kept the boy from getting close to his elder sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something I need to tell you,” Yang Jiaming said softly. “During the Spring Festival, we’re going to Hong Kong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, I understand. I’ll stay home quietly and cause no trouble,” Lu Sisi replied softly, nodding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Good, you’re always the most well-behaved.” Yang Jiaming reached out, as if to stroke his daughter’s hair—but his hand hovered in midair, then dropped without touching her. Without expression, he turned and left the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After her father left, Lu Sisi sat silently at the desk for a while—though she felt a pang inside, it wasn’t as sharp as she might have expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, she’d grown used to her family’s distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since she came of age, every year her parents took her brother to Hong Kong for the New Year, leaving her alone at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In past years, this might have left her quietly heartbroken—but this year, her feelings felt subtly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi sat quietly for a moment, then slowly pulled out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Chen Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you be in Jin Ling during the Spring Festival?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Chen Yan replied: “I’m going back to my hometown for the holiday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sisi’s eyes dimmed slightly; this disappointment felt even stronger than when her father had told her she’d be left alone in Jin Ling for the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, Chen Yan suddenly sent another message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re bored staying in Jin Ling, you can come with me to the countryside for a few days. It’s lively there during the New Year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s eyes lit up instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a spark of joy in her gaze, she jumped up and opened her wardrobe, carefully examining her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I go to his hometown for the New Year, I’ll meet his relatives—what should I wear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, this one looks too childish… this one’s too dull in color, not lively enough… oh no, this outfit’s style is way too old…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve! Wishing you all a Happy New Year and a joyful, harmonious festival!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Reminder: Updates will continue normally during the Spring Festival.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>",2072,"2026-06-20T00:04:18.515Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3e1810c6be22a21f77c429431077da346274dac99dfd6b6f3a4c8cdb809bf932","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-77","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-75",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjust-stop-using-your-divine-powers-cover.jpg"]