[{"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-755":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},2313878,4524,"Chapter 755: Solving the Sword for You (Part One)","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-755",755,"\u003Cp>Wen Suoqu opened his slightly closed eyes; his aged face held a pair of clear, childlike eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused his finger-tapping on the sword, looking at Lu Wei: “How do you compose a sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wei rose and bowed respectfully, yet his words stirred a wave of astonishment through the garden: “I have long heard of the famed Cloud Lang  Heart Sword Mirror, yet sadly never had the chance to see it. Master Wen, who wields heaven and earth and holds this sword, must surely be able to mirror the self through Minggan —then we, your juniors, could finally solve the riddle of ‘I cannot overcome myself.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qun Fei clapped lightly and praised: “Lu Daofriend, brilliant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Si shook his head, frowned in thought, and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye turned to look at Li Tishui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Tishui said: “The ‘I’ within the ‘I’ naturally cannot overcome itself. He asks Wen Suoqu to treat heaven and earth as the outside and the Mirror as the inside, thus imprinting a ‘self’—this ‘self’ must possess the exact same instinct as the original, and with a sword of minggan, it cannot be defeated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye was astonished, and slowly nodded: “How miraculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Tishui said: “This disciple from Dongting has reached the pinnacle of sword principles, and clearly understands the sword arts of many sects—his second-place ranking is fully deserved. When I was young, I was not this strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye immediately turned his head, eyes flickering: “What rank were you in when you were young?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Tishui avoided the question and smiled: “A humble little sect—unlisted on any ranking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, you’re too modest. When you were young, you must have been incredibly powerful—surely you defeated many strong rivals?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Tishui nodded: “Ying Suyu, Yue Muzhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stage, Wen Suoqu seemed to ponder for a moment, then nodded softly: “Agreed. But the celestial realm of Shenjing is overseen by the Master of Immortal Platform—this time, I must borrow it from him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said no more, raised a hand as withered as ancient cypress, closed his eyes, and gripped the sword hilt firmly with all five fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few in the garden could see the sword being drawn, yet in an instant, everyone truly saw it—the blade slid from its scabbard like a newly polished mirror, reflecting blue sky and faint clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Suoqu released the hilt; the half-drawn sword rested upon his knee. As if nothing had happened, it was still a clear, sunlit morning, a gentle breeze, the warbling of orioles mingling with the scent of flowers, and all within sight remained sharply clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garden fell into stunned silence for several breaths, glances exchanged—until someone suddenly cried out, staring at the pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposite Ning Shuhong, standing on the pond’s surface, a colorless figure rose—identical to her in every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them cast a reflection beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, exclamations and murmurs erupted through the garden; not even the true disciples of the Thirty-Three Sword Sects often witnessed such a sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Ning Shuhong had spoken, many in the garden had barely understood what the Six Seats were discussing—now this scene felt divine, illusory. Many had seen the most wondrous, beautiful sword art: the Intention Sword. But when drawn into it, one usually felt the swordsman’s profound emotion—like reading a poem or listening to a melody, sinking helplessly into its feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, nothing seemed changed. Everyone remained lucid, sharp-minded, conversing normally with those beside them, feeling no influence whatsoever. And yet this miraculous scene unfolded before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even suspected it was a sorcerer’s spirit art, shaping the figure from water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wei bowed deeply: “Thank you, Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to gaze at the pond and smiled: “Ning Zhenchuan, why not try now? Without using minggan to control your sword—can you defeat it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Shuhong had no time to look away; she stared fixedly at the gray figure before her, every muscle and bone taut, whispering: “Lu Zhenchuan, this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in her life, Ning Shuhong did not know how to strike. Even when facing Pei Ye and Yang Zhen in Yi Jian, she had possessed the courage to attack first—but here, the dilemma of “I cannot overcome myself” manifested perfectly. This swordswoman, who had always relied on minggan, now found not a single opening to strike!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, gripped her sword tightly, and unleashed a sharp sword technique—just moments ago, this same move had defeated five masters of varying status, each renowned in Shenjing. But now, an equally sharp sword met hers head-on, shattering her technique in a single strike, rushing straight for her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray figure was swift and precise, as if sharing her very thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blade neared her face, two thoughts sprang instantly in Ning Shuhong’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One followed the minggan she had trusted for over a decade: she could effortlessly dismantle this strike, just as it had effortlessly dismantled her moments ago. Yet she also clearly foresaw that the instant she used it, the gray figure would again pierce its most vulnerable point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other: abandon the pillar she relied upon, abandon the path so near at hand, and judge this strike with her own mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Shuhong stifled the surge of her muscles and bones. She recognized the gray figure’s strike—it was the Third Form. She needed to use—no, it was too late!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade pressed against her throat. Ning Shuhong tried to unleash her keen instinct again, but the first half of the sword’s momentum could not be undone—and the real Ning Shuhong was simply too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp “dinglang” rang out. Ning Shuhong staggered, her sword flying from her hand like a paper kite pierced by a blade. The gray figure’s sword pierced through her chest—but no blood flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray figure slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garden froze in shock. Lu Wei and Qun Fei were stunned, then fell into thought—no one had expected Ning Shuhong, who had charged forward so boldly moments ago, to now be so helpless, as if a novice just entering the sword path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Shuhong stepped away from the pond, raised her hand, and summoned her sword back to her grip. Without hesitation, she shook her head: “I cannot defeat it at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wei glanced at Qun Fei, then drew his sword and leapt onto the pond: “I’ll try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, another shadow rose on the pond’s surface. Lu Wei smiled at it, yet his eyes narrowed slightly. Moments later, his wrist relaxed, the sword tip lightly touching the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come,” Lu Wei said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many could not even see clearly—before they could react, a sharp clang echoed across the pond. The gray shadow hovered in midair behind Lu Wei, like a kite-bird. Lu Wei swung his arm backward, blocking the strike with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment Lu Wei blocked that strike, the rhythm of Yi Jian slowed noticeably—almost everyone could now see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agile, ethereal swordlight, each movement ineffably wondrous—perhaps many in the garden would never again witness such Yi Jian in their lifetimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple of the Dragon Lord Dongting’s “Mountain Ghost” sword lineage—if Zhu Gaoyang had grown up wandering along rivers, Lu Wei had grown up on mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Companions of vines, wolves, leopards, snakes, deer; drinking from stone springs, sheltered beneath pines and cypresses—even amid the bustling Shenjing, his free, easy, fresh aura remained unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mountain spirit had soaked into his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword was nothing like Ning Shuhong’s—lacking any fierce killing intent, almost devoid of killing aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures—one real, one shadow—crossed and danced upon the pond. Lu Wei clearly handled the battle with far greater calm than Ning Shuhong: parrying, clashing, attacking and defending. What truly astonished was that after dozens of exchanges, the meaning within Lu Wei’s sword remained unbroken—no matter how the battle shifted, his first strike and his last remained within the same mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt utterly unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of this, the gray shadow could never gain the slightest advantage over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wei’s smile had vanished. He stared intently at the gray shadow, his sword forms shifting a hundredfold with each thought, his attacks growing faster—until the pond seemed to bloom into a silver lotus of swordlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet finally, he sighed. After a heavy clash, he gracefully leapt backward, escaping the gray shadow’s swordlight, returning to shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he left, the pond’s shadow dissolved into clear water, sinking back into the pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wei stood on the shore, sword held in both hands, chin resting on the hilt, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So even Lu Zhenchuan cannot win?” Qun Fei asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you—if this method were used, none here would understand it,” Lu Wei smiled. “Perhaps the Lord of Tianshan should step down and try?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qun Fei smiled and shook his head: “I watched just now—I understand most of it. I cannot defeat this ‘self.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Qiu Si Zhenchuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Si wore a crooked white hat, his clothes grayish-white, looking rather ugly—yet his face was decent, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, radiating a fierce, suppressed aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the ‘Complete Self.’ How do you defeat it?” He frowned, the ridge between his brows rising higher than others’. “I have no such ability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Six Seats began discussing among themselves, yet no one dared step onto the pond’s mysterious waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garden buzzed with murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many faces showed confusion—even some veteran leaders lacked the sword principles and insight to comprehend this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others pondered how they had performed their own sword forms flawlessly, yet received not a single compliment from the Six Seats—realizing now that the Six Seats’ focus had long transcended mere techniques, landing upon this unreachable, sublime height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Zi stared straight at the pond, then turned: “I understand now. The Cloud Lang  Heart Sword Mirror is tightly confined to the pond—but this heart sword envelops the entire garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely,” Qi Mengchen said. “Only then can we all be within the heart sword—able to observe without harm… truly unbelievable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can now say we were touched by one technique of Cloud Lang  Tianlou and suffered no injury—no falsehood,” Nan Guan Nu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xingke stared blankly: “Who do you think can break this sword riddle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Mengchen said: “I still don’t fully understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Sheng explained: “This is Ning Shuhong’s future bottleneck. Because she cultivates  Minggan  sword, she saw the barrier of ‘I cannot overcome myself’ earlier than others. Lu Wei Zhenchuan thus borrowed from Cloud Lang ’s elder a pure realm and one heart sword technique, crafting this so-called ‘self confronting self’ riddle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since Ning Zhenchuan’s minggan sword has reached this barrier, if she defeats this ‘self,’ she will see the possibility of crossing it. Now, Ning Zhenchuan herself cannot defeat this ‘self,’ so Lu Wei Zhenchuan stepped down to attempt breaking the riddle—but clearly, he stands only at a stalemate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Sheng fell silent for a moment: “A bottleneck is often a sword cultivator’s death gate—especially for a true disciple of such a great sect as Emei. Even Emei’s own masters, after years of effort, may not help Ning Zhenchuan break through. I think, merely presenting such a sword riddle already places him atop today’s Sword Banquet—and perhaps no one can break it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nan Guan Nu nodded, sighing softly: “Dongting is still Dongting. All sects secretly compare heights. Lu Wei Zhenchuan, with such boldness, presents a riddle he himself cannot overcome—he is ranked second, and had no need to step down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Zi smiled: “You apply the mindset of our Shaolong Jade Sword Scroll to him… I can’t imagine how this riddle could be broken. Just now, Qiu Si Zhenchuan implied the same: I can defeat a ‘partial self,’ but not a ‘complete self.’ How can you determine victory between two identical people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Sheng said: “Correct. These top disciples can all defeat a ‘minggan self,’ but their minggan self is only a partial self. Ning Shuhong’s minggan self is the complete self. Thus, their experience of victory is useless to Ning Zhenchuan—only by directly facing this sword riddle can she confront her bottleneck as she does now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xingke stared straight at the pond, yet said: “I think Qun Fei Zhenchuan can win—she was just being modest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After coming to Shenjing, Su Young Master has learned admiration and reverence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xingke turned and glared fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Zongyuan, who had remained silent until now, spoke: “I think only the Huang Yunxian Zhenchuan might attempt it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Sheng and Cui Zi both froze, glancing toward that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xin also feigned intense focus on the famed true disciples across the seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jade Fei  Sect’s leader had just returned from her duties, warmly linking arms with her, leaning on the railing, and chatting amiably with Cui Zhaoye and Changsun Jue beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xin knew this woman was deeply scheming, immensely calculating, and effortlessly charming—she could even extract secrets from Pei Ye on the back of a letter, so extracting words from a sword-obsessed fool or bookworm would be effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carefully considered her strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Piaoqing paid no attention to her thoughts. She had stood here only briefly, glanced twice, and spotted the plain sword robe, locking onto that distant yet clear face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls beside her chattered excitedly about Lu Wei’s sword, like a stream, like mist—then turned curiously to Cui Zhaoye: “President Cui, what exactly is this? So wondrous—why can’t Lu Zhenchuan defeat that water figure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some worried for the young man: “They’re all so powerful—can Pei Ye Young Master really match them? How will he fare in this year’s Yulin Trial?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others debated Ning Shuhong’s performance, and earlier swordsmen, analyzing who was stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though everyone had come solely to see Pei Ye Young Master, they were inevitably captivated by the astonishing allure of sword art, fully immersed in this Sword Banquet—discussing with partial understanding and eager excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2313,"2026-06-20T13:17:12.150Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dd3c6b2961fa4af5a0c93c492d074da3435078216c11f5eca92e85677b8798cd","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-756","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-754",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]