[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-immortal-food":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-immortal-food-lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Immortal Food",{"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},2313133,4524,"Chapter 10","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>“Boy.” Feng Zhi looked up. “I heard from Lin Lin that you have excellent potential. Will you still want to train in martial arts after you recover?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will, Master Feng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Shen, a fine teacher.” Feng Zhi pointed at Shen Yanping. “In teaching disciples, he may not match Lin Lin, but he has another great advantage. Master Shen serves at Immortal Platform, yet he trained under Xiao Yun Mountain—he is the ninth-generation direct disciple of the ‘Rou Yun’ lineage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yanping smiled gently. “I am truly unworthy, merely clinging to my master’s door. But if Young Master Pei has no objection, you may train under me for three years. When the term ends, I will send you to our mountain to study.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s heart warmed. He swallowed, then bowed deeply. “I am deeply grateful for Master Feng’s care and Master Shen’s kindness. When my dantian seed recovers, I vow to serve at Master Shen’s side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yanping lifted him up, smiling. “No need for such formalities. Look—Master Feng always calls me by name. Even after you become my disciple, we can still be casual with each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s nose stung. He bowed again, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of this may be due to Lin Lin’s legacy, but the kindness shown by these two masters still took him by surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recommending him to Shen Yanping, thus opening the path to Xiao Yun Mountain, had always been Lin Lin’s plan for his future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For back then, the boy’s talent was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after his dantian seed shattered and recovery seemed impossibly distant, that plan had to be put on hold. Now, with Lin Lin dead, that path was completely sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Feng Zhi, though coarse and loud-spoken, with only a few brief encounters with Pei Ye, had remembered this matter—and personally arranged the recommendation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Shen did not mind that Pei Ye would be older upon recovery, his talent no longer outstanding—he had accepted the task, willing to strive to send him to Xiao Yun Mountain, painting a bright future years ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martial training is something that can be as casual or as refined as one chooses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One can simply find any man who knows fists or feet, bow to him as master, and begin training. Even in city gangs or mountain bandits, there are always a few manuals on swordplay or boxing. If a good family boy wishes to train, he usually pays to join a martial school—though these schools vary greatly in quality. Above all other paths lies entry into a prestigious sect holding an imperial golden register.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget the profound, indescribable martial arts; forget the prospects like serving at Immortal Platform; forget the countless connections, the cultivated vision and insight gained by osmosis—even if one practices the same basic fist form daily, a great sect offers advantages far beyond all others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consider any martial artist who rose from the underworld: though skilled and ruthless, they always have flaws. First, they lack proper martial manuals—even the most common “Tiger Subduing Fist” may have missing or corrupted pages. Second, they lack proper guidance; their master’s skill may be mediocre, leading to wasted effort and frequent errors. A fist too low by an inch, a waist too high by an inch—accumulated, these become fatal gaps. Third, circumstances force haste; they cannot train solidly. In daily brawls, these flaws may go unnoticed, but against a righteous sect, they collapse at the first touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those trained in martial schools are “proper and conventional” in foundation, with no major flaws—but they appear stiff and rigid compared to great sect disciples. In actual combat, they often lose to seasoned underworld veterans, still needing refinement and improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yun and Da Yun, these twin brother sects, though not the absolute pinnacle, are holy lands many dream of. Simply wearing their robes commands full respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds filled the sky; daylight faded early. Just as the sun dipped west, Chang Zhiyuan, staff in hand and robe draped, finally entered the courtyard. His bound white hair was damp and disheveled; he leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I selected seven most likely candidates. If there are others as hard to spot as Big Ears or Lin Jue, I am powerless for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye turned to look. All were youths from martial schools, their faces varied but all marked by vague unease. Two children, barely ten, did not understand what was happening—they were whispering fiercely, arguing over something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye fully understood Chang Zhiyuan’s dilemma. He wished to gather every possible victim for protection, but whether the county office could protect them depended on Commandant Jing’s speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if too many were brought in, and the killer simply slaughtered those who weren’t meant to die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t the key issue.” Feng Zhi had already donned his heavy armor and handed the old man a cup of tea. “I have an unexpected report: the man investigating shoe prints says a man in black robes actually bought new shoes at a tailor’s shop here two days ago—the exact pair matching the first prints.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Zhiyuan frowned. The enemy’s composure was clearly not good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and asked sharply: “Master Shen, has the Soul Bird returned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yanping shook his head. “Not yet, but it should be soon—the rain has slowed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Everyone, go inside.” Chang Zhiyuan nodded. The oldest and weakest man present, yet clearly the pillar of them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group shuffled toward the house. Chang Zhiyuan picked up his staff again, thrusting it hard into the ground to straighten his body. But after a day’s travel, his legs, though rested a moment, grew even more weak—his first step wobbled, and he nearly stumbled. Shen Yanping quickly caught him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled helplessly. “Truly, ‘an old lotus falls without wind.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Zhi sat on the steps outside, his great halberd leaning against the pillar. Shen Yanping stood by the eaves, arms crossed over his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “most dangerous period” had arrived. Would the enemy carry out the final ritual on schedule? Or, after killing Lin Lin, realize something was wrong and flee? Or did they have more flexibility—planning to strike before Commandant Jing arrived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng and Shen knew nothing. They watched the surroundings with hawk-like vigilance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Zhiyuan led Pei Ye and the other seven to a room in the back courtyard, lit candles for them, patted the heads of the two children, and said gently: “Sit or lie as you please. Tea and snacks are in the next room. Don’t worry—we’ve brought you here only as a precaution. Stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning, you may return home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out, closing the door. As he looked back at Pei Ye following him, he whispered: “Little Pei, please look after them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s fatigue was plainly visible. Pei Ye nodded. “Rest easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back inside, the warm candlelight sealed the night rain in another world. Pei Ye found a spot among the seven, sat down—and as he turned, met a pair of glittering eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>",1170,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5eb694a9c0091de0b94c1ab72a7c190678f3eb4cb45c19ef453e2b3c645cd6e7","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-11","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-9",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]