[{"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-79":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},2313202,4524,"Chapter 79","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>Yue Muzhou met more people in the county office these days than in the entire previous year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally had no way of knowing their appearances, but the blind have their own methods of recognition—different people still left distinct impressions in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, among the blind, he was among the most complete, for he had lost both eyes entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On ordinary days, he had a small trick to sense light and dark: when the sun was at its fiercest, he covered his left eye with his left hand and his right eye with his right, held it for a while, then suddenly removed them, and could faintly feel something unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the most part, he remained drowned in profound darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this darkness, the primary means of perception was hearing—though his hearing was not particularly good, it was sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when vision was utterly unusable and all his attention focused on sound did he realize how richly information was embedded in sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the dominant voices, there were footsteps, rustling fabrics, breathing, even finger-tapping, leg-shaking, swallowing, belching, flatulence—these were merely the sounds a single person made while sitting alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When more than two people gathered in the same space, the volume of auditory information began to multiply exponentially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Light fingernails tapping wood meant these people made him feel at ease; frequent heel-lifting signaled anxiety; though his face still smiled and chatted, the shifting weight of his feet betrayed impatience with his conversational partner…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides hearing, there was smell, touch, even intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined, these perceptions gave each person a unique shadow in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young boy who relied on him was tall and brisk, smelled clean—not like a slender scholar, but strong, with abundant body heat, each approach like a tiny sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman named Xing Zhi always spoke with clear pauses; her footsteps were half a beat faster than others’, her voice crisp, quick yet clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sharp and wise, placing herself and others in perfect positions, like a refreshing, clean, orderly breeze—the kind of person he greatly enjoyed dealing with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian was very strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sound she emitted was calm and steady, perfectly harmonized with her entire demeanor; if an enemy sought weakness in her voice, it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting aside this most obvious trait, if one spoke only of the impression of “a person,” she was profoundly quiet, profoundly clear. She was not short, her figure balanced; if she were also very beautiful and favored light-colored robes, her entire aura might resemble… Ying Suyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ying Suyu was duller, lacked such inner peace and steadfastness, and his emotions fluctuated easily—in martial cultivation, he was simply no match for this woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Zhiyuan was an old man with loose footsteps, probably not short, his body sturdy, not hunched; as an ordinary person without cultivation, his small movements were remarkably few. His speech was gentle yet forceful, sometimes stern and severe—a rare person whose inner and outer selves were perfectly aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, those loose footsteps drew near, and with a “clank,” something was set down, followed by the rustle of fabric and a sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sigh descended from high to low—ah, he had just placed down a stool of some kind, and now sat upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it going to rain?” he rasped in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the sky darkened all at once,” came the gentle, aged voice from his left ear. “Brother Yue, I’ve never had the chance to chat—forgive my boldness, are you… Little Pei’s…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not brother—I’m much younger than you. I have no blood tie to Little Ye; we simply live together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence fell beside him. Yue Muzhou guessed he was staring in shock at his grotesque, hideous face—the withered palms, the thin, withered arms, every part appearing utterly aged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this appearance did not signify age—it signified the withering of life; age was merely the common cause of such withering in ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am sixty-two. May I ask, young brother, how old are you…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am…” Yue Muzhou hesitated—it was a question long unasked. “Fifty, I believe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” The man beside him drew a heavy breath, then fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was searching for a new topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing, Yue Muzhou thought. They could continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just heard—over there, fighting has already broken out, but now there’s no sound again.” His voice grew uneasy. “I wonder if Fenghuai can survive this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s hard,” Yue Muzhou said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh…” The old man sighed deeply. “Too sudden. The escalation too violent. Just days ago, we thought one Eighth-Life cultivator could resolve everything. Then came Commander Jing, then a Grandmaster from the Divine Capital—surely foolproof. Yet suddenly, all were trapped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From here, the incident’s scale leapt beyond all expectations. The entire Bowang Province lacked sufficient strength. Xu Biejia rushed here with men and sent a plea for aid to the Divine Capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the letter sent last night arrived before noon today,” the old man sighed again. “Even if they’d come a day later… or half a day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pear tree rustled, the wind grew stronger, something light landed on his hand. Yue Muzhou raised his trembling fingers, pinched it, felt it—long, peach-shaped leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or even fifteen days later…” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the rustling changed—something sharp, grating, crept into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Muzhou tilted his head slightly, listening closely. He had not misheard: amid wind, rain, and swaying trees, a faint scraping sound—familiar, long absent—like metal and—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound suddenly shifted into a piercing, deafening tone. A stool kicked aside rang beside him—Chang Zhiyuan must have leapt to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—It was metal scraping against bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound came from beneath the pear tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Muzhou knew that was where a monster had been pinned. Now, had the sword been pulled out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t someone guarding it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, chaos erupted nearby—fierce combat, then swiftly, a howling wind and the crash of a body slamming into a side room—one side had been thrown out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the old man beside him grab his arm, trying to drag him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he could not pull him. And it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy footsteps sounded before him. The monster was tall, its breath long, its body radiating cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold drew nearer, nearly touching his skin—Yue Muzhou felt his entire body saturated by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breath brushed his face—equally chilling—then a slight sting in his abdomen, something pressed against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to this touch, something stirred within his dantian—he suddenly felt a… urge to devour.\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cfa27a394e4a67f2dc7d252532d52f842c7861320806b656b7a8626dc7e4f433","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-80","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-78",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]