[{"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-52":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},2313175,4524,"Chapter 52","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-52",52,"\u003Cp>The man in purple raised his hand, and the scorching xuan qi condensed once more—just as another “Bing Fire” was about to strike the “corpse” again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “corpse” could no longer pretend—he raised his hand a fraction too late, but the sword qi, fine as frost-laced snowflakes, erupted before the Bing Fire could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword qi stretched into threads as thin as silkworm silk, fluttering toward them like a breeze-tossed veil—soft, smooth, gentle—but no one doubted its razor edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man in purple stepped forward to block the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a sudden rush of wind came from behind—he turned to see the boy’s veins glowing with a deep blue luminescence as he leapt forward, driving a punch straight at the purple-robed man’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even this punch, equal in power to a fully unleashed Eighth Life cultivator, was like a child’s swing before a top-tier master—the purple-robed man merely extended one hand, catching the fist that could crack open a tiger’s skull with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he could have turned the boy into a pile of meat—but he was a Divine Seed host, so the purple-robed man gently pulled back, flooding his meridians and joints with xuan qi to lock them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the torrent of sword qi arrived—the boy’s interference had no effect, and Zhu Gaoyang’s strike, even in his critically wounded state, was weak and sluggish; the purple-robed man easily caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other “Bing Fire” struck again, heat exploding anew—the white-robed man had already leapt high into the air, raising his hand, the next strike seeming even more ferocious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly, a sharp, indescribable danger pierced his lower back—the two purple-robed men’s hearts clenched; they spun around to see the bound boy pulling a gleaming, icy blade from his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast the blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So beautiful the blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So powerful the blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang’s blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two purple-robed men suddenly realized—even wounded, Zhu Gaoyang’s sword would never be as limp as just now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true first prodigy of Long Jun’s Dongting, the unparalleled sword genius cultivated over twenty years by millennia of accumulated masterful techniques from the greatest sages of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he lay dying, helpless on the ground, whoever was sent to sever his head would have to argue over the honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he still held his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventh-ranked Xuan Scripture, “Cui Long Jing,” contained the technique 【She Dou Long Guang】—the fastest, deadliest sword in the world, long famed as one that kills without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple-robed men paid for their negligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cylindrical beam of sword qi, like a rainbow, pierced clean through the left purple-robed man’s body—his chest and abdomen vanished entirely, leaving a gaping hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye nearly cried out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his smile froze—the next instant, the purple-robed man, dragging his ruined body, calmly reached back and pressed his palm onto Zhu Gaoyang’s shoulder—Zhu Gaoyang’s entire left arm erupted in a spray of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other purple-robed man drew his blade at once—so close, no sword qi needed; all power condensed inward, making it deadlier still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang’s face turned as white as paper; he ignored the wound on his arm, turning cold eyes upon the blade-wielder—the purple-robed man immediately retracted one-third of his strike into defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was useless—even wounded, one-armed, that sword still moved like a jade dragon; “ding-ding-ding!” three rings rang out, and the purple-robed man’s blade was knocked flying, the tip now aimed straight at his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their realms were nearly equal, their mastery of blade and sword was worlds apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple-robed man leapt backward, his form twisting like a dragon—but the sword shadow clung to him like a parasite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the blade was about to slit his throat, the purple-robed man broke into cold sweat—then saw Zhu Gaoyang’s body twist, reversing direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the boy’s cry rang out from the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then lunged forward after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Pei Ye, the purple-robed man pierced through the chest and abdomen looked like clay molded by hand—his body held no organs, no flesh, and now the circular hole was slowly closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Pei Ye realized he was alone with this purple-robed man, he retreated at full speed and shouted for Zhu Gaoyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, the purple-robed man leapt toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Zhu Gaoyang arrived almost simultaneously behind him, sword raised, qi gathered—between them, the purple-robed man instinctively drifted back several zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, though he survived, that one sword had left him with deep trauma—he dared not, could not, endure another such strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhu Gaoyang released his sword, formed a hand seal, then placed his palm on Pei Ye’s shoulder—vast xuan qi gathered like a cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this familiar sight, the two purple-robed men charged forward at full speed—but the xuan qi vanished before them, leaving no one inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fall—this time under clear blue sky, and Pei Ye was prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first gripped the limp hand on his shoulder, then used branches to slow his descent, finally landing firmly on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye lowered Zhu Gaoyang from his back and saw his entire left side drenched in blood—that blow had shattered far more than his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without needing to ask or examine, Pei Ye knew he had reached the final stage of exhaustion—oil spent, lamp guttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First came the mighty 【She Dou Long Guang】, then his already weakened body endured the enemy’s counterstrike, then he burned his true qi to chase them dozens of zhang, and finally used again the immensely taxing 【Ling Ming Zhao Shi Fu Chen Wu Ju】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this ambush failed at the last moment, Zhu Gaoyang had truly drained every last drop of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye fed him another pill—but this time, it had almost no effect; Zhu Gaoyang’s eyes, half-lidded and hazy, could no longer stem the blood with his qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye tore cloth to bind his wounds quickly, then slung him onto his back again and sprinted west at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s that? Wasn’t it all thanks to me?” Zhu Gaoyang murmured, head drooping on Pei Ye’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, very good. Next time we’re chased, I’ll rely on you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time… can’t do it…” Zhu Gaoyang chuckled softly, slowly closing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Don’t sleep!” Pei Ye forced the substance called “Dragon Blood” into the body behind him—but for the first time, this substance struggled against the wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm…” Zhu Gaoyang barely opened his eyes, “Run west—don’t stop. If you feel anything wrong inside your belly, kill yourself—don’t let me drag others down with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill myself? Pfft.” Pei Ye glanced at the swaying head on his shoulder, “Don’t sleep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You haven’t finished telling me about ‘Xia Gu Can’ yet—didn’t Xi Wu Chou storm in, killing gods who stood in his way and slaying Buddhas? Hold on—when the Dragon Blood fixes you, you’ll be killing gods and slaying Buddhas too. What’s this Candle World Cult? What’s Qiong Qi? The first time you met them, if you hadn’t been caught off guard, who among them could stand against your sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true,” Zhu Gaoyang smiled silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he found that valley, he never expected three top-tier masters inside—and under such sudden chaos, he still killed one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even wounded, he didn’t flee—he hid, waited, and finally, under everyone’s eyes, retrieved their ultimate prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, a hero’s lone courage, turning the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But,” Zhu Gaoyang whispered weakly, “I didn’t win that fight against Xi Wu Chou. I truly can’t even lift my sword anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1254,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","86cdef37e8469b1466242d9cec1758bbf0a5d3d88d9bfc4bbc4fccff27506eea","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-53","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-51",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]