[{"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-65":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},2313188,4524,"Chapter 65","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang ran through a hazy, chaotic blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know where he had arrived, only that a thread seemed to pull him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clung fiercely to that one spark of clarity deep within his heart—not his name, not his master or Long Jun’s Cave, merely the thought of “I.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his purpose: he was to find something for the Divine Lord… no, damn the Divine Lord… he was to find… find what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he truly have anything to seek? Was that thing ahead something he himself wished to find, or was it the Divine Lord’s command… no, damn the Divine Lord!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang thought as if half-asleep, straining to recall something, but his mind only stagnated; after a moment, he forgot what he had meant to remember, even forgot that he had meant to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone could enter his mind realm, they would first see a pair of lofty golden eyes suspended in midair, while all directions above, below, and around were swallowed by shadow, leaving only a single pool of water at the center. Within the pool coiled a water serpent, encircling the sleeping Zhu Gaoyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Heart Pool Nurturing Serpent Method], passed down from Long Jun’s Cave, was a sublime technique acting upon the mind realm, capable of both offense and defense; unless confronted by a Heart-Cleaving Glass, one need not fear disadvantage in mind realm combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath the gaze of those twin golden eyes, it could barely preserve the original spark of his spirit—yet even so, the shadows still seeped slowly into the pool like ink, and the serpent’s body would soon be touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the “Divine Lord” had ordered him to seek, not slaughter, he had mercifully refrained from destroying Zhu Gaoyang’s brain with dragon saliva; instead, after seizing the skull, he had invaded his consciousness via the Qunshou’s mind control, thus granting the Heart Pool Serpent a brief reprieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this reprieve was merely delay; before this body reached the goal pointed to by the thread, Qunshou would surely complete its occupation of the entire mind realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a future Long Xianjun had long foreseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether stumbling or leaping like a flying spirit, Zhu Gaoyang did not know how he moved his body; he merely sensed, in his hazy state, that he had already traveled a considerable distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang struggled to stop his steps; though dazed, he occasionally remembered—the Divine Lord’s command was something he ought to oppose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, a small courtyard suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of the mountain, a thatched cottage with a wooden gate, belonging to a family living deep within the nearby village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this… this is not the direction the Divine Lord indicated, so I must go… wait, damn the Divine… yes, I must go where the Divine Lord did not command…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt down from the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the courtyard lay a vast field, planted with many medicinal herbs—perhaps the reason this family lived here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dawn had just broken; the family had already risen. The man shouldered his hoe, wore straw sandals, carried a small basket clinking with farming tools, and moved to open the wooden gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked up and saw Zhu Gaoyang, letting out a strange cry from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang felt someone touching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—and saw a man in a black long robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image his eyes received was clear, yet when transmitted to his dazed consciousness, it became abstract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strip of beef jerky, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing worth looking at. Keep going to where the Divine Lord did not command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently brushed aside the square fence of woven wooden branches and stepped into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow before him roared incomprehensible sounds; he waved his hand irritably, turning it into a smear stuck to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately another small figure rushed forward screaming; he waved again, erasing it from his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a slender figure burst from the house, froze in place upon stepping out—he was somewhat satisfied by this silence and continued forward, but soon the figure shrieked even more piercingly; so he angrily seized something nearby and hurled it, finally silencing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was satisfied, stumbled forward, going… going where the Divine Lord… where was he supposed to go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thread pulled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right—he was to go here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to walk back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice sounded: “Zhu Gaoyang, look at what you have done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice rang like a great bell or gong; Zhu Gaoyang suddenly woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered—the true scene flooded his awareness; he stared blankly ahead, and memories crashed into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him lay a scene of hell: a massive grinding stone had crushed the gate, smashing the entire house into ruins, and blood slowly seeped beneath the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the nearby wall, thick layers of flesh and blood vaguely formed a human shape; at his feet lay torn, tiny limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang trembled slightly all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his bloodied claws, feeling as if everything were a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you wish for this scene to happen?” a gentle voice asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice carried a calming power; Zhu Gaoyang turned, bewildered: “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All images faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still stood outside the wooden gate; inside, the man lay slumped on the ground, frantically waving his hands, crawling backward as he shouted for his wife and children not to come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-robed man’s hand touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Gaoyang looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was fifty or sixty, his height similar to Zhu Gaoyang’s from the day before. His frame was slender, giving him an ancient, ethereal air, yet his back remained straight as a pine, radiating dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face had bright eyes and a sharp nose, eyebrows like swords—evident in his stern solemnity when frowning, and in his quiet gentleness when instructing juniors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, of course, unfathomable, yet he gave Zhu Gaoyang no sense of danger; instead, he carried the air of a scholar—his other hand held a book with a torn cover and yellowed pages, yet its spine and binding were new, its pages neatly aligned, clearly an ancient text painstakingly rebound after being scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the chest of his black robe, a small pocket was sewn, its edge stained with ink, diminishing the garment’s dignity. Two peculiar, intricate bamboo pens stood inside, their tips protruding only a third of their length.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Zhu Gaoyang felt as if a Confucian scholar from the Imperial Academy stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have two small gifts,” the old man said, “and would ask you to deliver them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask, sir, who are you…?” The shock of the previous scene had not faded; every detail felt so real, Zhu Gaoyang even doubted whether it had truly already happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man did not answer, smiled faintly, and spoke startlingly: “The first gift is for your Divine Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not seek Zhu Gaoyang’s consent—merely delivered a polite notice. Zhu Gaoyang was about to ask, when the old man struck him once; something was driven into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need do nothing. 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