[{"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-47":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},2313170,4524,"Chapter 47","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>As he pondered, Pei Ye crossed the flame curtain again into the familiar arena; this time his opponent was a burly man, blood and bits of meat still clinging to his teeth, his swaying frame brimming with aggression, eyes bloodshot as he lowered his head, like a starving tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time Pei Ye chose a strategy of trading blows—killing wolves demands patience, but fighting tigers requires courage; if he was intimidated by this man’s ferocity, defeat was already sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the previous bout, which had been a complex dance of techniques, this was raw, brutal impact—gradually, both men’s savagery rose, and they began abandoning blocks entirely, competing instead to land heavier, more vital strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms, ribs, abdomen, chin, crown of the head… some blows barely missed, others struck before he could dodge, met with equally heavy counterblows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continued, whoever stood at the end would win only at terrible cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye certainly did not seek such an outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still needed strength to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the moment he chose this style, he had already devised his path to victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Another lethal exchange: Pei Ye tilted his head to avoid a crushing blow aimed at his crown, then drove a palm straight into the man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant dodged, lifting his knee to strike Pei Ye’s groin—but suddenly, a sharp, icy chill pierced his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought flashed through his mind—this man grew his nails so long? Why hadn’t he noticed before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye flicked his finger; a small iron shard pierced the neck and shot out the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the giant realize—he glared with furious eyes at this treacherous opponent. But his throat could no longer produce sound; Pei Ye’s fist struck his temple, and the massive body stiffened and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light cocoon in his abdomen, like a sea anemone feeding, made Pei Ye too weary to watch; he turned his head to see Zhang Siche smiling at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final battle began later than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye and Zhang Siche stood on opposite sides, watching as the Cult of Candle World’s disciples gathered below the altar, You blue flames rising, solemn, majestic music playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From above, the valley looked like a vast You blue lotus blooming; Pei Ye and Zhang Siche stood at its very center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures in purple robes stood nearby; beneath the You blue fire shadows, their ghost masks seemed to come alive, like two vengeful spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiongqi sat quietly atop a high platform, like a great cat waiting for its meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike its previous wing-formed avatar, this was Qiongqi’s true body—its overwhelming aura froze Pei Ye’s flesh and chilled his bones with a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye suddenly had a suspicion: perhaps… the seed was not meant to be transferred into the final host’s body, but for the final host to be fed to this Qiongqi?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, from a physical standpoint, a human’s mortal flesh could never compare to a divine beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But would Qiongqi obey the Cult of Candle World?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Well, it certainly obeyed better than I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing around, none of the Cult disciples seemed concerned that the last two standing were outsiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all the same,” Pei Ye remembered those words again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, all was ready; Pei Ye and Zhang Siche stepped into the fire circle. The Cult’s scheme was one final step from revelation—but if things continued like this, neither of them would live to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why hasn’t Zhu Gaoyang arrived yet?” Pei Ye signaled with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush, he’s coming,” Zhang Siche whispered. “Fight first. Give it your all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this about giving your all? If you die, I die too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye clenched his lips and struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s punches were steady and powerful; Zhang Siche’s palms were soft and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they clashed, Pei Ye felt a sudden, violent plummet—as if stepping off a cliff into endless void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, he recoiled, his hair standing on end as he stared at the smiling man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, Pei Ye had always possessed an uncanny sensitivity to combat; even before he understood martial principles, he could intuitively avoid danger and defeat boys who had trained for two or three years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a surreal synesthesia: when fighting the old man, he’d felt like a blade slicing through aged leather; when the previous giant swung, Pei Ye had felt the heavy, dense rhythm of a drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a precise sensation his opponent conveyed—perhaps the “martial personality” he revealed in battle—and Pei Ye had long relied on it to formulate his strategies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how do you counter a cliff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he’d fought Lin Lin at age ten, he’d never felt such a profound sense of falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own attacks felt like “weightlessness,” as if plunging into fog, with no foothold to guide his next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this sensation had to be described in words, it was “profoundly unfathomable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an irreparable gap in perception—his opponent’s understanding of martial arts far surpassed his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he’d asked about his master; he was truly a legitimate heir of a great sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subtlety and mystery of his martial art, the ruthlessness and precision of his gaze, the towering depth of his martial principles—Pei Ye felt for the first time that his own fists and feet were crude and primitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair and eagerness surged together; Pei Ye stepped forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Zhang Siche seemed to impose some self-restraint, engaging him in slow, deliberate exchanges; Pei Ye now felt the fight became far more comfortable, even fluid, growing bolder with each strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a hundred moves, Zhang Siche suddenly whispered: “I’m going to use my brilliant method now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could ask, his pupils shrank—his own heavy punch had slammed squarely into Zhang Siche’s chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solid impact made Pei Ye’s heart nearly stop; he yanked his hand back, but saw Zhang Siche stiffen, tremble, blood trickling from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed with a crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Pei Ye could react, the tendrils in his abdomen surged out eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thickened, becoming mysterious and deep, like a dozen gluttonous eels, swarming into Zhang Siche’s abdomen, gripping the light cocoon and pulling it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cocoon inside Zhang Siche’s belly clung stubbornly to his ribs; Pei Ye watched as Zhang Siche swiftly raised his hand, snapped the tendrils, then just as swiftly returned his hand to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face remained blank, eyes wide and vacant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So “brilliant method” meant pretending to be dead? Isn’t that stealing my idea?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye felt cheated, but couldn’t pinpoint where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You only pretend to die now? With all these eyes watching—how are you going to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, he had his reasons for feigning death; Pei Ye no longer looked at him, walked out of the fire circle as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final host had been born; Pei Ye secretly held an iron talisman, waiting vigilantly for his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horizon had just turned pale as insect wings; the disciples chanted in unison, two black-robed figures approached Pei Ye, leading him toward Qiongqi’s massive, watchful head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s over, Pei Ye thought—he really was going to be fed to Qiongqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hasn’t Zhu Gaoyang arrived yet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced furtively toward the horizon, understanding now the dread Shen Yanping and Feng Zhi had felt—and now it was even more urgent; he was less than ten zhang from that tiger’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>",1243,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","afbf5fa6a5450cd9c021d54e5fc806d507542511c1eb95c5e92051a3ef06e470","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-48","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-46",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]