[{"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-36":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},2313159,4524,"Chapter 36: Chapter Thirty-Six: Flight Across","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>Pei Ye instantly saw Jing Ziwang’s intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chance for victory had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s agility and decisiveness shone again—now there was no choice, only instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lend me Chunshou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye shouted, already behind Jing Ziwang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the pact, he could use this ability at will, no longer bound by time limits—but it was still a “borrowing,” and Heichi could ban its use at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation had forced them to this point; though Heichi was furious, it would not let him die out of spite—Chunshou arrived without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things became clear; Pei Ye extended his right arm and pressed it against Jing Ziwang’s right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he touched it, both familiarity and hunger surged from his dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s guess was correct—the substance infecting Jing Ziwang’s arm was identical to the dragon-tongue’s secretion; he felt he could control it freely. Had he discovered this earlier, he could have helped Jing Ziwang extract it then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the same time, he realized Jing Ziwang’s wariness and hostility in the county office had been justified—facing this arm, he felt a desire to devour it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye did none of the above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured all the dark-blue fluid accumulated in his dantian over the past days into Jing Ziwang’s arm, leaving only a bare “dragon-tongue” within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this violent influx, the arm grew even stronger and more terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true killing move now emerged—a gale erupted, sucking all xuan energy from the surroundings; it was still the “Bi’an Shangshi,” but its power had swelled more than double.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiongqi was still tearing its flesh free from Hongxiao’s entangling and cutting threads; had this been a normal person, the artifact’s grip would already have meant death—thousands of threads entwined, the more one struggled, the deeper the cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But against this bizarre ability to flow and reshape flesh at will, Hongxiao’s effectiveness was greatly diminished, slipping like oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiongqi was nearly successful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Jing Ziwang was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark-blue right arm had thickened to the size of a thigh, stretched twice the length of his left, dense xuan energy swirling around it, its claws forming a strange, terrifying spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jing Ziwang thrust the spear forward—it would pierce through Qiongqi’s neck, its bone spines slicing the tiger’s body into chunks, then the swirling xuan energy would explode within, tearing the flesh apart utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this strike, even if Qiongqi survived, it would have no strength left to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s vision suddenly blurred—the world’s motion abruptly accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was startled, unsure why he had left the Chunshou state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon closer look, dust still crawled slowly through the air, Hongxiao drifted in a slow dance—Chunshou was clearly still active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now… something had sped up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was… this transformed tiger body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Chunshou active, Pei Ye could barely make out the movements of man and beast—but now the tiger’s motions were clearly several tiers faster than Jing Ziwang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the flying flesh and Hongxiao, a pair of vertical pupils flashed, then settled into place—the tiger’s head reformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant his gaze met those magnificent golden eyes, Pei Ye felt as if plunged into an ice cellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It… also had Chunshou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this all-seeing ability, the last strands of Hongxiao clinging to its body were like a child’s knotted rope—Qiongqi dismantled them with precision and speed. As Jing Ziwang’s claw reached out, Qiongqi effortlessly dodged, one claw pressing down on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caved in, crushed, exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the flat of a blade striking a clove of garlic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale bone spines burst from his chest, accompanied by a geyser of blood pumped from the master’s powerful heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though both could unleash equal damage, the Immortal Hunter’s resilient body was far beyond human comparison—in one claw, Jing Ziwang collapsed, eyes wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master’s formidable vitality still held—he gasped heavily, face drenched in blood, raised his hand, and xuan energy obediently swirled around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still tried to gather one final strike—but Qiongqi pressed its claw onto his shoulder, leaned down, and bit off his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye stood frozen, watching this scene, his body cold as a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That last desperate victory had truly restored his “Crane Bones, Bamboo Will” self—he had been confident, his sword heart bright, never bowing, never fearing hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So though this enemy was a hundred times stronger than the last, he still chose not to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because abandoning others to save himself was a choice he had already rejected that rainy night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the real world, no one can win forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crushing defeat may come next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, even if he learned every sword technique he had left, he would have no chance at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We lack trust.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heichi suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust… yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, he had doubted this black dragon that entered his dreams; even at the pact’s moment, he still questioned its intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though two days of coexistence had slightly drawn them closer, the time was clearly too short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too short to erase the gap between them, let alone achieve the absolute trust and mutual life-or-death reliance expected between an Immortal Hunter and its pact-bearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Heichi had clearly told him, “Jing Ziwang will die for certain—you have no chance,” he still arrogantly trusted his own eyes, trying to analyze the battle and find an opening with his crude gaze and meager knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the truth proved that no opening had ever existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not your fault—you had no choice,” Heichi sighed at last, falling utterly silent, as if preparing calmly for defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s face was pale as ash, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, Qiongqi ignored him entirely, lowering its head to savor the master’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the brutal blows and torrents of blood it had endured, its body showed no trace of wounds from the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage must have been real—only completely concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like that monster that repaired bones and tendons first, this Qiongqi possessed a higher-level version of the same ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a human lost an arm, it might not kill them—but they could hardly fight again. For humans, injury weakens both vitality and combat power simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this Qiongqi was different—its injuries only drained its life; even if it would die the next moment, it could still fight at its peak now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad this realization was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye refused to stand like a lamb awaiting slaughter as Jing Ziwang was slowly devoured—he gripped his sword, drew it, and marched toward the giant beast with a blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiongqi did not lift its head or stop eating—only lazily flicked its sharp tail hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye had no time to react—his throat was instantly choked by a sharp, icy cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cold did not pierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye looked up; Qiongqi turned its monstrous head, fixing him with a pair of blazing golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion flickered in those eyes; Qiongqi shook its head irritably, as if some will had interfered with its killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, that will prevailed—it turned back, swallowed the last half of its body whole to digest slowly, coiled its tail around Pei Ye, and spread its great wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun had set, the moon risen, wind stirred—a massive beast-shadow sliced through the night sky, tail curled around a human form, flying into the deep, obscure mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>",1215,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5d09f62ae41e31b056b4ad9d68b32cc1b4529c21cd030f86940336a71a2c750a","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-37","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-35",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]