[{"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-82":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},2313205,4524,"Chapter 82: Ascension","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>The threat of death not only receded, but became a driving force, allowing him to move at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could truly leave this city now; within twenty days, he would restore his eight lives, then return to the Profound Heaven Sect, and after another twenty days, ascend to its third tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insight of resonance with heaven and earth, gained upon entering the Celestial Tower, had long resided within him—he could ascend to the Celestial Tower the very night he reached the peak of the Profound Heaven Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In these eighteen years, he had already cleared every obstacle between the realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For he had always stood above these realms; his body and soul knew them intimately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ascending this way, his body would undergo an adaptation process, slowly healing itself. The Celestial Tower he attained would be exceptionally stable; once inside, he could gradually seek ways to mend his injuries. This was a plan he had envisioned countless times over eighteen years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if his earlier plea had been answered—the heavens had granted him another chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Muzhou slowly adjusted his body, newly sustained by true qi and still unaccustomed to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had another, less wise option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was to ascend to the Celestial Tower right now, immediately, on the spot, within the time of a single cup of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would burn all eighteen years of painstaking effort to ash; within a day—or even ten hours—he would plummet from the Celestial Tower realm, and whether he survived at all was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire city was shrouded in darkness; blue flames descended from the sky, and the rain, reeking of danger, struck the ground faster than the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frost was spreading from the city walls, and that thing stood at the highest point, slaughtering everyone with the efficiency of crushing an ant nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere these past days had been heavy; every voice carried anxiety and unease. Even though the boy had never detailed his ordeal, he could easily guess the perilous struggles the boy had endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he could only sit paralyzed in darkness, listening to the chaotic clamor, feeling each person’s fragility and helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own fragility and helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never asked anyone what it was, because no matter what it was, he was powerless—only an interference in others’ battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet from fragments of overheard words, he sensed it descending like a mountain, making everyone tremble in fear and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly wanted to see what the hell it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Muzhou raised his head to the sky, his scarred face twisting into a fierce, almost apologetic smile: “Sorry—I lied to you just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still like seeking death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head; a vast aura erupted from his aged body, his black robe flaring like a banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a dwarf into a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the surge of true qi, his withered limbs stretched out, his back straightened, and his trembling hands steadied. But the lost flesh could not be restored, so the old man’s figure grew even taller and thinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild winds howled; swirling xuan qi surged into his body. A newborn sprout, under such violent catalyst, shot upward—becoming a seedling, then a shrub, then a towering tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tree of meridians flourished, his absorption of xuan qi accelerated rapidly. Soon, he took one step forward, and his entire aura instantly condensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had entered the Profound Heaven Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only one breath passed before a quantity of xuan qi, several times greater than before, surged in again, stirring the winds and clouds of nearly half the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step forward—the second jade step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step—the third jade step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Yue Muzhou stood still for roughly ten breaths—the longest pause so far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was reclaiming the inner state required for ascent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eighteen years of sedimentation—the fleeting moment of enlightenment others took months or years to grasp—was, for him, a tool he could summon at will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a moment to retrieve it, then his entire being began to slowly rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some moment, within the space centered on the county office, the rain and fire vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the clearing extended upward, piercing through the thick black clouds and frost-laden sky, revealing the original blue heavens and sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the city wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian had already conserved some true qi; after Xing Zhi placed her beneath the eaves, he turned to rally others to clear the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheek skin burned with corrosion—the raindrops that had fallen upon it. Ming Qitian brushed her fingers across it and felt a slight hardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She split off a thread of true qi to isolate the affected patch, then sliced it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those who wielded true qi, the rain posed little threat; they could simply repel it, leaving their robes untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it touched the skin, at this diluted concentration, the dragon’s saliva’s corruption was no longer severe—though for ordinary people, especially the elderly and children, it remained a lethal liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hiding indoors was only a temporary refuge. Ignoring the frost that had already spread across half the district, even the frost-possessed monsters already spawned could not be barred by two wooden doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All hands were now engaged in slaying these monsters, yet new ones kept emerging—it was hard to say which side advanced faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for her own side…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another “scout” lunged; she fired a sword qi through its forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred more would not threaten her, but Xing Zhi had told her their purpose—if one or two more came near, the Immortal Lord would likely lock onto the true target he wished to destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian looked up at the figure on the city wall and pushed herself to her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tore a strip from her sleeve, bit it between her lips, pulled her disheveled long hair back with both hands, tied it with the strip, and sealed the wound piercing her chest and abdomen with true qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immortal Lord paid her little heed, yet even this casual sword throw had stripped her of most of her combat power; more importantly, Luli had been nearly completely suppressed by Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian held her sword horizontally before her, gazing down—the clear blade was veined with deep blue lines, like poison, or some evil bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The famed sword trembled faintly, as if emitting a weak lament; only its master could feel this pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian gently patted it: “Shall we try again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhanxin Liuli swayed its blade, trembling with a deer-like whimper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian reached out, softly tracing from hilt to tip: “Hold on a little longer, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhanxin Liuli rolled over laboriously, revealing its other side, more severely corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its spirit had grown exceedingly faint, now almost entirely retreated to its deepest core. To activate “Zhanxin” again meant it must willingly spread its spirit across the blade—during which, it would inevitably touch the deep blue tendrils clinging to it, as if branded by molten iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian lowered her elegant brows, her expression pleading, whispering softly: “Please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhanxin Liuli suddenly rolled over, fell silent for two seconds, then slowly extended its hilt into her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ming Qitian smiled faintly, gripping the familiar hilt, and walked downward toward the city tower, refusing to look up at that figure.\u003C\u002Fp>",1218,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","48ae975e8875a38d6533a81ace7305463bca1187c33a8cf773cef7944ab4bd16","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-83","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-81",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]