[{"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-84":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},2275942,4450,"Chapter 84: Chapter Seventy-Five: Ascending the Mountain","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>The mountain path was narrow, but today the weather was excellent: though it was winter and nearing the New Year, the sun hung high, and the mountains had unusually no damp, chilling mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two cars stopped at the foot of the mountain; after everyone got out, they followed the path upward through the hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mountain was not small; along the way, Chen Yan heard Chu Keqing explain that the area spanned roughly four to five li, with three small peaks—though low in elevation, the ridgelines were low and gently continuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The He family had lived in the village at the mountain’s base for over three hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southwestern peak had become the He family’s ancestral graveyard—only direct descendants could be buried there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for other close relatives, they were buried halfway up the mountain or on the eastern peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mountain had no mineral deposits, so no government agency had come to develop or requisition the land, and the peaks had remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few years ago, the entire He family pooled funds, went through official procedures, and purchased the land outright, nominally for forest products or orchard development, but actually to secure the ancestral gravesite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though southern mountain paths weren’t steep, the dense vegetation made the trails extremely narrow; originally there had been no path at all—only foot traffic had worn one into existence, flanked by overgrown weeds and overhanging branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing, being a woman, had already grown weak in the legs and breathless by the time they reached halfway up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan, walking beside her, glanced at her without expression—he knew her Yun Sect cultivation method had a flaw: it lacked the part that guided Qi to nourish the body, so though her cultivation had reached Guiyuan, only her Qi level had risen, not her physical constitution, which remained barely improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, her physical strength was only slightly better than an ordinary person’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Chen Yan, who had climbed all the way here without a flush of breath, without a bead of sweat on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Chu Keqing’s female assistant was a martial practitioner who walked beside her, supporting her up the mountain and lending her considerable strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant carried a backpack on her shoulders while holding up Chu Keqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoes were caked with mud; when Chen Yan reached the final slope, he casually found a patch of grass by the roadside and wiped his shoes against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The He family’s ancestral graves lay atop this slope, arranged in orderly tiers from high to low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some graves were ancient, their tombstones visibly weathered; though refurbished, the inscriptions had clearly been repainted. Several large ancient tombs had also been rebuilt by descendants, their walls and tops cast in cement, their corners newly shaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chu Keqing finally climbed up, Chen Yan watched her breathe lightly beside him, then hesitated before handing her a bottle of mineral water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Elder,” Chu Keqing murmured, took it, twisted open the cap, and drank two sips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong had already reached the gravesite, but his expression was grim, his face dark with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following He Dong’s gaze, Chen Yan easily located the old grandma’s grave—at the far corner of the slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grave had clearly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to heavy rain triggering a landslide, soil and broken tree trunks had been washed down onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground where the old grandma’s grave had been had cracked open; the cement skirt wall and tombstone had collapsed, exposing the grave itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Chen Yan now saw was the scene after the He family had summoned workers to excavate and clean it—but it still looked broken and disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan took one look and couldn’t help sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder He Dong was so furious—he was a devoted filial son, deeply devoted to his mother. His mother’s death had already devastated him; to see her grave reduced to this—how could he not be heartbroken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing and Chen Yan walked over together; Chen Yan looked around, quickly calculated in his mind, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This grave’s location had been chosen by Chu Keqing for He Dong—her skill was solid; her feng shui expertise was clearly refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grave sat on the southern side of the slope; looking south, a stream wound from west to east below like a coiled dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon’s head faced the rising sun, forming the pattern of “Dragon Chasing the Sun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stream’s flow seemed to cradle the old grandma’s grave, making it a geomantically auspicious site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side of the grave stood two hills—one higher on the left, one lower on the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left high, right low—that was significant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were reversed—right high, left low—it would be terribly inauspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: left is the Azure Dragon, right is the White Tiger; if the right hill rises higher than the left, it forms the “White Tiger Turning Back” pattern—a place brimming with deadly sha energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chen Yan had asked about the grave’s location, Chu Keqing had confidently declared, “A blessed spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, it lived up to its name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong stared at his mother’s grave for a moment, then turned, face still dark, and nodded to Chu Keqing: “Ms. Chu, please examine it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing solemnly replied: “Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant stepped forward with her wooden box, but Chen Yan stopped her, reached out, and took it. The assistant paused, then handed it over and stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan brought the wooden box to Chu Keqing’s side; she glanced at him, opened it, and pulled out a white jade compass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan glanced at it—he recognized fine lamb’s-fat jade; this compass was invaluable, far surpassing the cheap one he’d bought online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing held the compass in one hand, fingers forming a seal, and walked a full circle around the grave; Chen Yan followed closely, holding the wooden box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan used his Qi Vision to survey the surroundings, nodding slightly as he observed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The He family’s ancestral gravesite carried strong energy; its geomantic advantage drew and subtly gathered surrounding Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Qi Vision, Chen Yan squinted—he could see the celestial and terrestrial Qi, faint and minute, inching toward the site like threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This effect required no talismanic array—purely the power of feng shui topography.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though far weaker than his own Spirit Gathering Array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… this was a graveyard. Left here for decades, centuries… the energy would slowly accumulate over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, when the He ancestors chose this site, someone knowledgeable had advised them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the grave lay two coffins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was clearly damaged—paint scraped off, wood cracked and broken in places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was a newly crafted coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan glanced at Chu Keqing; she understood and immediately walked toward the coffins, Chen Yan following closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up close, the old coffin’s lid had been pried open—the nails removed; though still closed, recent signs of disturbance were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan used Qi Vision to examine it, then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace of yin energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin energy—meaning corpse qi—always lingered where death occurred, from decaying flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing’s fingers formed a seal, she murmured a incantation under her breath, opened her eyes to scan, then suddenly felt Chen Yan lightly kick her heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned—Chen Yan’s eyes were fixed on the coffin lid, silently urging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing immediately understood and raised her voice to He Jianbo: “Mr. He, I need to open my grandmother’s coffin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong’s face grew solemn; after a brief hesitation, he nodded: “Open it. The body is gone—opening the coffin now isn’t disrespectful. If you can find the cause, examine this place however you wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing nodded and loudly told Chen Yan: “You help me open it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong glanced at Chen Yan, then turned to his two attendants: “Help her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Chu Keqing immediately stopped them. “Opening a coffin follows strict rules, Mr. He—your men must stay back. They might disrupt my methods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong didn’t understand, but he trusted Chu Keqing; he nodded and waved his men away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan stepped forward, took a deep breath, and activated his Qi throughout his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand slipped into his pocket, activated a [Trend-Deflecting Talisman] hidden there with Qi, and slapped it onto his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he pull his hand out and pushed the coffin lid with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few clicks, the lid opened a third of the way; Chen Yan exhaled, then walked with Chu Keqing to the coffin’s side to look inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coffin was empty; the silk padding remained intact, and some burial incense remained inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sniffed, then glanced at Chu Keqing; she stared silently, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan carefully scanned the coffin’s interior, then his gaze sharpened—he reached out, brushed his finger lightly against a corner, drew it back, rubbed his fingertips together, and smirked slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into the coffin again, groped for a moment, exhaled, withdrew his hand, and stood beside Chu Keqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood beside the coffin for two full minutes before Chu Keqing looked at Chen Yan—he gave a slight shake of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing paused, then said: “Close it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked away from the grave, stepped to the side, and exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant came forward, took a small silver basin from her backpack—it was no bigger than a large bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set it down, opened a bottle of water, and poured it in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing walked over, pulled out a talisman, flicked it—fire consumed it instantly—and dropped the ashes into the water, letting them dissolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dipped her hands into the basin, rubbed them twice, then turned to He Jianbo: “Mr. He, come wash your hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong blinked; Chu Keqing said calmly: “This is rootless water, activated by talismanic power. We’ve walked through a graveyard today—inevitably picked up some yin energy. Wash your hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, washed his hands twice, then looked at Chu Keqing: “What did you find?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Keqing shook her head: “Mr. He, we’ll discuss it after we return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jianbo stared at her in silence, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everyone gathered around the silver basin to wash their hands, and retraced their steps down the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan noticed He Dong turned back every three steps, gazing longingly at his mother’s ruined grave, his eyes slightly red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Dong’s reaction made Chen Yan sigh inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of how he himself had looked when his own old grandma first “passed away”—just as heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group reached the foot of the mountain, got into the cars, and drove off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But barely minutes later, on the village road they’d come by, a funeral procession approached head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firecrackers exploded along the way, crackling incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The procession carried white banners and white drapes; mourners in funeral garb walked slowly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, a funeral procession heading up the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>",1803,"2026-06-20T00:04:18.515Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8930825e1d69125215df554741978b8b655113c6ef3c5a088f1d55b731527d7e","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-85","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-83",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjust-stop-using-your-divine-powers-cover.jpg"]