[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-117":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"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},2290415,4478,"Chapter 117: From Despair to Fortune (This Chapter is High-Octane)","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>The moonlight was so dim,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth shrouded in night mist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My beloved in my dreams,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph in the parlor was still playing “Dreamer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang vanished; He Yuxiu vanished too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun looked at Zhuo Yuling and said: “Where did he go? What technique is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling looked stunned: “He Jiaqing? He Jiaqing’s technique? He Jiaqing is a Traveling Cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun had no interest in He Jiaqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Dongliang is still alive!” Lu Dongjun’s face twisted in panic as he glared at Zhuo Yuling. “He won’t let us go! I shouldn’t have believed you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Zhigai Zuo Wugang had just brought Lu Xiaolan downstairs, accompanied by several guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw no Lu Dongliang—only Zhuo Yuling and Lu Dongjun, who had appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Ma returned with the teapot; she seemed to have seen something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun glanced at Wu Ma, fingers subtly interlacing—her head instantly fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu had two attendants beside her; they had witnessed what just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun, from several meters away, flicked his wrist lightly—their heads dropped to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun didn't need to get close to deal with these low-level cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ordinary observers, these three deaths seemed unrelated to Lu Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for the guards who had just come downstairs, the connection was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Da Zhigai Zuo Wugang—he was a sixth-layer expert who could sense Lu Dongjun’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun made no effort to conceal it, pointing at Wu Ma’s corpse and shouting: “These are He Yuxiu’s men! She injured Elder Brother—I’m going out to find him! You must hold the estate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun rushed out of the estate—he spoke nothing but truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to find his elder brother—and kill Lu Dongliang the moment he found him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And telling the guards to hold the estate? Only one purpose: keep them from wandering, especially from finding Lu Dongliang before he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun chose the situation most favorable to himself—but for Zhuo Yuling, it was far from favorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if these guards didn’t leave, how could Zhuo Yuling rescue Lu Xiaolan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling was fifth-layer; the hidden Dabo Yins were also fifth-layer; Lu Xiaolan was only third-layer, a passive Cultivator unskilled in combat, her entire arsenal of magic treasures seized by Lu Dongliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With urgency mounting, Zhuo Yuling seized an idea and shouted: “Go check on Madam and the Young Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards froze, unsure what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the Lu household, they had taken orders only from Lu Dongliang and Qiu Zhiheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tonight, everything had gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu was absent; Lu Dongliang was gone; Lu Dongjun gave orders—and so did Zhuo Yuling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose orders should they follow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling shouted again: “What the hell are you waiting for? He Yuxiu’s men have broken in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Wugang snapped to attention and barked: “Quick! Go upstairs—see how Madam is! You two, check on the Young Master! You two, check on Second Miss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Wugang assigned roles clearly—most guards were dispatched, leaving only three to guard Lu Xiaolan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zuo Wugang didn’t leave—he was a stubborn one, a sixth-layer Wu Xiu not easy to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling was weighing her moment to strike when a guard rushed in, panicked: “Head Zuo! Bad news! Miss Chunying and Madame Ye Ci are gone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Damn He family!” Zuo Wugang stomped and sprinted upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madame Ye Ci could be ignored—Lu Dongliang never liked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Miss Chunying couldn’t be ignored—Lu Dongliang had ordered the guards to protect her extra carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one guard remained beside Lu Xiaolan. Zhuo Yuling no longer hesitated—she sharply lifted her long skirt, whipped her waist—and a long tail shot from her lower back, piercing the guard’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard collapsed, barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling twisted her waist again—the tail surged upward, piercing clean through the guard’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan was bound in chains; Zhuo Yuling had no time to unlock her—she grabbed Lu Xiaolan and fled the estate at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zuo Wugang returned, only the guard’s corpse remained on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! What the hell happened now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Wugang’s eyes turned red—Xiao Yeci and Lu Chunying were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Zhuo Yuling and Lu Xiaolan were gone too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would Lu Dongliang do when he returned? Would he peel Zuo Wugang alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick! Get Monkey Qiu here!” Zuo Wugang finally came to his senses—this mess needed Monkey Qiu’s handling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jiaqing had just lain back on his sickbed, stretched, when a voice whispered beside him: “Where do you think Lu Dongliang went?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible to guess,” He Jiaqing murmured. “I suspect even he doesn’t know where he’s going. This was sudden—he had no pre-set coordinates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I worry Lu Dongliang won’t die. Ninth-layer cultivators have tough lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sense he’ll die—I just can’t see how,” He Jiaqing smiled confidently. “Wait for his corpse. Prozhou is about to turn upside down. The headline’s yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang flew through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t fly far—his injuries were severe, his strength drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know where he was headed; when using the technique “Ten Thousand Li Parting,” he lost all sense of direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a fixed direction, he could have sent He Yuxiu to a precise location—or himself. But he had no chance then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All other techniques were unusable. Ninth-layer techniques consumed immense energy; combined with his grievous wounds, Lu Dongliang had only a single breath left—now he relied solely on the Traveling Cultivator’s first-layer technique, flying toward the most favorable direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed southward was right—southward, someone could save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the edge of Lüshuicheng, lost control upon landing, and plunged headfirst into a muddy ditch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad—choking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drowning in this ditch’s sludge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang, ninth-layer Traveling Cultivator, one of Prozhou’s top two experts, lord of the greatest mansion—now trapped in mud, unable to rise, crippled by wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it said someone would save me if I flew south?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ninth-layer Traveling Cultivator dying in sludge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who will save me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who can save me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sludge poured relentlessly into his nose and mouth; the weakened Lu Dongliang was losing consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who can come to save him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban walked to the edge of the ditch and saw a man upside-down, buried in mud, legs still thrashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just escaped Lüshuicheng, planning to return quickly to Lanyang Village, when he stumbled upon this bizarre sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban casually pulled Lu Dongliang out of the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang’s entire face was caked in sludge; Li Ban read newspapers regularly—he should’ve recognized him—but now even his features were unidentifiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban dug the sludge from his nose and mouth, noticed a bloody hole on his forehead, and considered leaving him by the roadside to die or live as fate willed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Lu Dongliang suddenly clutched Li Ban’s leg, pleading: “Save me, please, they’re trying to kill me, save me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang was right—someone was trying to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this was the edge of Lüshuicheng, Lu Dongjun would find him soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Ban didn’t want to stay either—carrying a full-grown man, how long would it take to reach Lanyang Village?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take him to the Personal Dwelling? Give him a ride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban quickly dismissed the idea—he had never done such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once brought living people into the Personal Dwelling—but once inside, they were no longer alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plainly put: Li Ban never let anyone leave the Personal Dwelling alive. He would never allow anyone to expose its secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban ignored Lu Dongliang and prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his legs refused to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought surged from his legs into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to save this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to bring this man into the Personal Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt this once before—when he had taken a rickshaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Li Ban had just leveled up, unable to use techniques, entirely reliant on the rickshaw driver’s guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling was even stronger than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he about to meet another Traveling Cultivator who would guide him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ban hesitated, then lifted Lu Dongliang again—ready to ask him questions—but found he had lost consciousness once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that Li Dongliang wouldn’t wake anytime soon, Li Banfeng considered leaving him behind—then suddenly sensed danger approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it coming for this man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng glanced at the unconscious Li Dongliang, his mind uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it truly targets him, leaving him here means certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technique of avoiding misfortune and seeking fortune guided Li Banfeng’s judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saving this man is right—then save him once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng decided to first bring him into the Portable Dwelling, then immediately leave Greenwater City, and only release him after the danger passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, if he can be saved, save him; if not, let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng dragged Li Dongliang into the Portable Dwelling and set off at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had barely left when Li Dongliang opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never lost consciousness—he had been pretending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a ninth-layer cultivator, one of the strongest in Pulu Province, head of the mightiest family, Li Dongliang’s performance was beyond Li Banfeng’s ability to detect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before entering the Portable Dwelling, Li Dongliang had opened his eyes for a fleeting instant and glanced at Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single glance was enough for him to recognize Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To capture Li Banfeng, Li Dongliang had studied countless photographs and memorized every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Li Banfeng’s hair had grown long, his face was covered in a thick beard, and he wore a hat, it still couldn’t fool Li Dongliang’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw Li Banfeng, Li Dongliang forced down his inner excitement and joy, using a technique to conceal his malice toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dongliang’s level was too high—Li Banfeng sensed only good fortune, not danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few gasps, Li Dongliang finally struggled to sit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this Li Banfeng’s residence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actually lives beside Greenwater City?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brat has guts—I never noticed him all this time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scanning the dark room, Li Dongliang spotted a faint glow in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That outline—could it be…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overcome with excitement, Li Dongliang rushed forward and embraced the bronze lotus resting in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze lotus was still refining Lady Suo’e; Li Banfeng had never reclaimed her from the outer chamber, leaving her exposed for Li Dongliang to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fate—this is fate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of tonight’s events, Li Dongliang wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just minutes ago, he had been betrayed by his own family, stabbed by his own blood and kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Zhuo Yuling was furious over Lu Xiaolan’s affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Li Dongjun harbored strong ambitions for the family headship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Zhuo Yuling and Li Dongjun had frequent private dealings—perhaps even deep ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of it had been under Li Dongliang’s control—he had even planned the timing to eliminate Zhuo Yuling and Li Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply hadn’t expected it to come so suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Yuxiu arrived too suddenly, Zhuo Yuling moved too suddenly, he had sent Qiu Dao away, and his home had been ambushed—this was the calamity he faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his flight, Li Dongliang had believed this was the greatest disaster of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after the disaster, the greatest fortune followed right behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When misfortune reaches its peak, fortune turns—this is precisely what it means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ascending to the first layer, the technique of avoiding misfortune and seeking fortune had never failed him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a ninth-layer traveler cultivator, one step away from the tenth layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ninth-layer traveler cultivation was too arduous—he no longer wished to endure it, nor wait any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could take elixirs; his wealth was not an issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet ordinary elixirs contained too many impurities and too much toxicity; pure elixirs were exceedingly rare, priceless, and Li Dongliang could no longer sustain his cultivation through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Xuan Sheng Red Lotus, all of this could be resolved—reaching the tenth layer would be effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even surpassing the tenth layer, entering another realm, would no longer be an unattainable dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Li Dongliang needed now was to restore his combat power as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he could now barely defeat an adult man, if he rested for half an hour, he could recover to third-layer combat strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an hour, he could recover to fifth-layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten days of rest would restore him to seventh-layer—this was the physique and power of a ninth-layer cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond seventh-layer, slow recuperation was required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t need to recover to seventh-layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though cultivation level was invisible, based on his experience, Li Dongliang judged Li Banfeng’s cultivation could not exceed third-layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, think of nothing else—focus, restore to third-layer, and kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if Li Banfeng returned even later, restoring to fifth-layer before killing him would be safer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounds on his forehead and chest healed rapidly; his strength slowly returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss~ sssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in his recovery, Li Dongliang couldn’t help but open his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sound of the Xuan Sheng Red Lotus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By its crimson glow, he saw the petals blooming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red lotus had blossomed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dongliang was overcome with excitement!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a response to fate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a response to a powerful one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lotus has recognized me as its master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was overthinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red lotus had indeed sensed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was not sensing fate, nor a powerful one, nor a master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chiiii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steam hissed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang clang clang~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph played a slow rhythm, accompanied by gongs and drums, singing: “That madman once boasted he’d bring back a ninth-layer as ingredients, \u002F I mocked him many times, yet now I feel ashamed—I underestimated my own man, \u002F Sisters, cultivation is invisible, but judging by his recovery speed, isn’t he a ninth-layer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dongliang was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not comprehend what manner of being this phonograph was, but he sensed danger—danger he could not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few minutes of recovery, he had regained first-layer combat strength—he rose and bolted for the door, using his Wind-From-Nowhere technique to flee the room—but two phonograph needles pinned his shoulders tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph had three needles and three record trays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After recovering for a few minutes, Lu Dongliang had regained a measure of combat strength; he rose and bolted, using his Ground-Born-Wind technique to try to burst out of the room, but two record needles hooked tightly onto his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two needles held Li Dongliang in place; two records embedded themselves into his soul, beginning to shred it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sisters, good things are rare—let’s not idle, let’s dig in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-filled pendulum flew up, piercing Li Dongliang’s neck and beginning to drain his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze lotus, its lotus heart dew trickling, grew impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dongliang’s face twitched, his expression filled with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After welcoming the greatest fortune of his life, he had plunged once more into disaster—but this time, he could not escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shouldn’t be this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the guidance of avoiding misfortune and seeking fortune, Li Dongliang could not fathom how things had ended like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before he lost consciousness entirely, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had found Li Banfeng—that was seeking fortune; Li Banfeng had truly tried to save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the calamity brought by the phonograph and the red lotus was beyond his foresight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially this strange dwelling—he could never have foreseen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his level was too low—and far too low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Banfeng is about to feast on something big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banfeng had once wondered: what was the true origin of the newspaper? Why did it dare report on anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Banfeng had once wondered: what was the true origin behind the newspaper? Why did it dare report on anything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2616,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","17e20f92bb8cf560747c70c1d05b80dc47a4df77181f38affa22d5536afe2b3a","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-118","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-116",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]