[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint":3,"chapter-lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-chapter-327":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"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},1462820,1914,"Chapter 327 - 163: Stratagem","lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-chapter-327",327,"\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Luo Wei said no more. He stepped back a few paces, clearing the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers, both inside and outside the surrounding teahouse, held their breath, their gazes fixed on the two men in the center of the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that case, let’s settle this with our skills!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Miao Zhicheng’s words had even faded, his right hand was already on the hilt of the oddly arced Curved Saber at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade trembled, emitting a low hum, as if a malevolent spirit was awakening, poised to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profound Yuan True Qi erupted from his body, and the swirling, cold wind grew harsher, feeling like a blade scraping against one’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qing’s expression was calm, his grip tightening on the Cloud-Coiling Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I’ve already got my prize. You think I’m just going to cough it back up!?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Absolutely not!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Not unless an Astral Force master from Golden Sand Castle shows up personally.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce light flashed in Miao Zhicheng’s eyes. Without another word, he lunged like a predator pouncing on its prey. His Curved Saber cut a frigid arc of light that tore through the air with a piercing shriek, slashing straight for Chen Qing’s neck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind from the blade howled. Before the Qi Force even reached him, the terrifying pressure was already whipping Chen Qing’s robes into a frenzy. They snapped and billowed as if he and his spear were about to be blown away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So ferocious!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the spectators Xu Qi and Zhao Stone stared wide-eyed, their hearts leaping into their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qing’s expression remained tranquil, like the surface of an ancient well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the wind from the blade was about to strike, he executed a nimble shift in his footwork. Using the Startled Swan Escape Shadow Technique, his body drifted back half a step like a phantom, perfectly evading the fatal strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, with a flick of his wrist, the heavy Cloud-Coiling Spear let out a low hum. The spear’s tip quivered, blurring into a dozen points of cold light, like a viper striking. He had moved second, but his attack would arrive first, aimed precisely at Miao Zhicheng’s vital spots—his wrist, shoulder, and neck. It was the brilliant counter-attacking move from the Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear: Thousand Peaks Locking Clouds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng saw a field of cold stars flash before his eyes. Before the spear tip even arrived, the condensed, forceful wind stung his skin and completely sealed off all of his follow-up attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Such a fast spear!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shuddered inwardly. ’So this Chen Qing isn’t just famous for nothing,’ he thought, his mind racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng’s wrist dipped sharply. The oddly arced Curved Saber coiled back as if alive, its blade glinting like a venomous python twisting its body. With breathtaking risk, it parried several of the deadly starlike points of light!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tips of the saber and spear collided several times in an instant, unleashing a rapid, piercing series of clashes as sparks flew!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of incomparably sharp Profound Yuan Blade Qi slammed down the shaft of the spear. Chen Qing felt a slight numbness in his palm, and the hum of the Cloud-Coiling Spear abruptly became dull and sluggish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What a bizarre Saber Technique!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This Profound Yuan True Qi is really something else,’ Chen Qing thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circulated his Cyan Wood True Qi, and a heavy, mountain-like True Qi surged forth, instantly neutralizing the invading Profound Yuan Blade Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, he used the momentum to spin his body. The Cloud-Coiling Spear shifted from a thrust to a sweep, its shaft carrying immense Power, like a Mountain-Shaking Iron Pillar. Accompanied by the dull roar of wind and thunder, it swung straight for Miao Zhicheng’s midsection!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweep looked simple and unadorned, yet the wind it generated was powerful enough to kick up clouds of dust, its sheer force astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng’s pupils contracted. He could tell this move was immensely powerful and not to be blocked directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the ground sharply with his toes, his body floating backward as if weightless, while the Curved Saber in his hand danced in a blur!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden Soul Shattering! Thousand Threads Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a piercing light exploded from the blade—not a single slash, but dozens of frigid, crisscrossing arcs of light as fine as silk threads!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These threads of light were no illusion. Forged from highly condensed Profound Yuan True Qi, they were sharp enough to slice through gold and jade. They formed a net of blades, intended not only to intercept the sweeping spear but to envelop and shred Chen Qing himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the net of blades even arrived, its grim, sharp aura sent a chill across the onlookers’ skin, as if they were being pressed by invisible knives. Under the teahouse awning, countless fine slash marks silently appeared on several tables and chairs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Qi and Zhao Stone watched with bated breath, their palms slick with cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng was no nobody; he was a renowned prodigy in Lin’an Prefecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing this vicious net of blades capable of dismembering a person, Chen Qing’s gaze hardened. Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, sinking into a low horse stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muscles on his arms bulged as the True Qi within him surged like a mighty river, all of it pouring into the Cloud-Coiling Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweeping spear froze in mid-air, then its shaft began to rotate at high speed, becoming an impenetrable, whirling black barrier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountain Prison Suppression! Iron Lock Cross River!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening series of impacts, as dense as a torrential downpour, exploded outward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless fragments of Profound Yuan Blade Qi struck the spinning spear shaft, erupting in blinding bursts of sparks and scattering Qi Force that made it impossible to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng’s Thousand Threads Slash, a move powerful enough to shatter souls and split gold, was utterly crushed by the mountain-steady Spear Force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stalemate lasted but an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that fleeting moment, just as the Saber Momentum was fading and the Spear Momentum was shifting from defense to offense—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qing’s spinning spear came to a sudden halt. Seizing the infinitesimal opportunity, he thrust it forward like a striking dragon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single point of cold light pierced through the lingering afterimages of the saber slashes, stabbing straight toward the vital point in Miao Zhicheng’s Central Palace!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ferocity and precision of the attack were such that it seemed Chen Qing had already predicted all of Miao Zhicheng’s possible counters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng’s expression changed in horror. It was too late to bring his saber back for a full-forced block. He had no choice but to gather Profound Yuan True Qi in his left arm and slap the spear shaft, using the impact to propel himself backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RIP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the spear tip hadn’t struck him directly, the focused wind from the thrust still tore the front of his robes, leaving a shallow, bloody line across his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhicheng landed and stumbled back several steps before steadying himself. He glanced down at the wound on his chest, a grave expression forming in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>",1192,"2026-06-06T02:36:34.027Z",1,"novelbin.me","8467d2dfe434f9357e29cad456563b8dd1cacdf2fddc0d3231fc528883b21c02","lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-chapter-151","lying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-chapter-326","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flying-low-in-the-martial-world-to-become-a-saint-cover.jpg"]