[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain":3,"chapter-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-29":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Cultivation at Wulong Mountain",{"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},2272934,4440,"Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Night Battle","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-29",29,"\u003Cp>Damn, what’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst battle, why are you thinking of such nonsense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian shook his head, desperately clearing the vivid yet hazy image from his mind, refocusing his attention on the cave entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body tensed slightly against the cave ceiling, like a leopard ready to pounce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bonfire still burned, occasionally emitting crisp pops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop, pop-pop, pop-pop-pop...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene surfaced before Lu Zian’s eyes; he involuntarily let out a soft hum, unaware he was still lost in the vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pinggu’s waist really is like a snake’s—should I just marry her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’s a widow, not a virgin; I’ve got my Foundation Establishment elixir, my future is bright...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her writhing body suddenly wrapped around him; Lu Zian felt his face flush, his head spin, unable to tell if it was dream or reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without thinking, he exerted force at his waist, wanting to thrust—then thudded to the ground, crashing hard from the cave ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thud echoed clearly outside the cave; in fact, the heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure had already leaked out long before—heavy enough that, had they not known the truth, Zuo Gaofeng, Tan Bazhang, Xishan Jushi, and others would have thought something intimate and illicit was happening inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all glanced at Liu Xiaolou, still crouching by the cave entrance in his strange posture, their eyelids twitching involuntarily—this bastard is truly bizarre!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was no time for marveling; Wei Hongqing, who knew Liu Xiaolou best, had already moved—he knew Liu Xiaolou’s sedative incense worked like this, couldn’t expect more, and this was the perfect moment to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three iron daggers shot into the cave with sharp whistles, jolting Lu Zian from his daze. Startled, he tilted his head slightly, unleashing a burst of true qi to deflect the dagger aimed at his forehead—it skimmed past his scalp, slicing off a few strands of hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two could not be dodged; one struck his left shoulder, the other his right, sinking deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian channeled his true qi, forcing the two daggers out from his shoulder sockets—*doo-doo*—they flew out of the cave and vanished. Two jets of blood spurted, instantly staining half his clothes red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell are you?!” With a roar, Lu Zian spat out his flying sword; the short blade gleamed coldly above the bonfire and shot out toward the cave entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Qi Refining tenth layer, he couldn’t yet fly and control the sword midair, but he had the form of a flying sword—giving him a massive advantage in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target of the flying sword was the thief on the left side of the cave entrance—Lu Zian judged him to be the strongest, the first to eliminate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the short blade reached the entrance, a figure suddenly appeared—Wei Hongqing had dragged the woman forward, placing her directly in the blade’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian gasped in horror, forcibly halting the sword’s advance; it turned sharply just before the woman’s face, slicing into the stone wall with a shower of sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pinggu!” Lu Zian cried out, staring at the woman, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just pity for her tear-streaked, sweat-soaked face—another unbearable memory flashed in his mind, and her current appearance strangely merged with that image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s really similar...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian felt another surge of heat, his whole body burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment of distraction, another dagger struck his left thigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Hongqing used Pinggu as a shield, forcing Lu Zian to hold back—he dared not risk injuring her, so he couldn’t unleash the flying sword. With a gritted tooth, he charged straight at Wei Hongqing, who dragged Pinggu backward, always staying behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian burst out of the cave; two silver glimmers whirled from the left side like spinning wheels—Zuo Gaofeng, hiding there, attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Lu Zian’s mind was hazy, he hadn’t forgotten the thief hiding nearby—he turned his head toward Zuo Gaofeng, flicked his tongue, and the short sword shot out—*ding-ding*—it shattered Zuo Gaofeng’s twin axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flying sword spun in a half-circle, gathering true qi, ready to kill Zuo Gaofeng in one strike—when from afar, a tree emitted a rapid *swoosh-swoosh-swoosh*—three crossbow bolts fired in succession. Lu Zian had no choice but to abandon Zuo Gaofeng, redirecting the sword to intercept—all three bolts shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a large net dropped from above, engulfing Lu Zian entirely; Tan Bazhang leapt down from the cliff edge, swinging his iron rod horizontally across Lu Zian’s waist: “Take this in the dark!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian couldn’t dodge—he gathered his true qi into his waist and abdomen, bracing the iron rod’s blow; the rod recoiled violently, but Lu Zian spat out a mouthful of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Bazhang was struck in the face by the recoiling rod; a dark bruise bloomed on his forehead—he winced: “This guy’s tough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian’s flying sword whirled back, desperately slicing at the net’s ropes—but the net was no ordinary thing; though lacking great magical power, the cords were made of some unknown superior material—he couldn’t cut through them in haste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou thrust his Three Mystery Swords through the net at Lu Zian, but each strike was deflected by Lu Zian’s flying sword, reopening the still-healing wound on his tiger’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Three Mystery Swords failed to land, they delayed Lu Zian’s cutting; he finally recognized Wei Hongqing holding Pinggu and shouted: “Wei Hongqing! Pinggu is your sister-in-law too—I entrust her to you—look after her for a few days!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he curled his body into a ball, wrapped in the net, and rolled away at great speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop him!” Wei Hongqing shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to say it—everyone knew they couldn’t let Lu Zian escape, or the reward would vanish, and all their effort would be wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Gaofeng’s twin axes spun like silver flowers around the net; Tan Bazhang chased behind, leaping up to strike with his rod; Wei Hongqing lagged slightly, but his iron daggers never stopped—finding gaps to pierce the net, leaving fresh wounds on Lu Zian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Liu Xiaolou, he clung stubbornly to the rear—he kept pace, but his Three Mystery Swords had no chance to strike, leaving him glaring helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chased him five or six li before Zuo Gaofeng realized he couldn’t catch up—he hurled his axes again, aiming for Lu Zian’s nape. He’d used this move several times already, always dodged—this time was no different; he’d done all he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian felt the wind behind his head and repeated his trick—rolling slightly off course, he was about to evade the axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a pebble shot along the ground, silent and sudden, striking his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zian’s vision exploded with golden stars—he grew dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axes struck him squarely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The net finally stopped. Inside, Lu Zian stared wide-eyed toward where the pebble had come from—but the place was pitch black, nothing visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few breaths, Lu Zian died.\u003C\u002Fp>",1144,"2026-06-19T23:11:25.549Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0d4890bd7169be351a57ba2d2b72eedd8c6322cc74888cff22930cd42615327d","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-30","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-28",638,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-cover.jpg"]