[{"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-571":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},2273476,4440,"Chapter 571: Bad News and Good News","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-571",571,"\u003Cp>The sword light on the cliff startled not only Li Shi but also the Lingqiu Sect; Ba Tianyou arrived in shock, demanding to know what Liu Xiaolou intended to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou apologized: “There’s been a breach in our rules—this was pure coincidence, an accident I never foresaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ba Tianyou stared in anguish at Bo Buping, still unconscious despite the ointment applied by Wu Changgeng and Song Axia, and cried out: “What rules? What coincidence? What accident? Younger brother, just what—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty men are too few; even if we reach Heishijiao, they won’t make any decisive difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xiao leaned against Zhao Ling’er’s chest, Nezha lay sprawled at his feet, Bai Suzhen had long slept inside his clothes, and Cailinger always occupied the top of his head—this whole family huddled together was always so warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Teng thought: We’ve just married, inseparable, overflowing with tenderness and sweet words—how am I supposed to answer such a random question?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Ling’er had been closely watching Ning Xiu’s expression; seeing he seemed convinced, she finally exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nezha favored the spear, so Jiang Xiao thought of her—but he didn’t want her fighting again with wind-fire wheels on her feet; though flashy, they were terribly inconvenient, unless the wheels were high-grade enough to serve as powerful weapons—then, if Nezha had weapons underfoot, she could easily ambush many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly fascinating,” Qing Qing said to Lin Feiyu, smiling charmingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Lin had been pampered since childhood, and with his fiery temper, how had he ever endured such humiliation? Yet he thrust his Thunder-Cleaver forward and charged straight at Xi Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zheng Chenheng paid it no further mind, washed up at home, and went to sleep. The next morning, as he left for work, he knocked on the door across the way—but no one answered. Normally, by this hour, both of them would already be up, and Lin Yuan would have prepared breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Teng’s lips split from the shock, blood streaming down; he roared in pain: “I came alone! How dare you cheat and use underhanded tricks? Unforgivable!” Then he reached for his spear again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Teng raised his cup in reply: “I arrived hastily, without prior notice. How could General be at fault?” And he drained his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other choice, she comforted herself: at least this incense would lose its effect before dawn; she just had to endure these few hours. After all, the original plan still placed it under Song Shi’s care—it wouldn’t come back to haunt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when the Second and Third Young Masters heard their father explain the matter and asked them to help find the Western Region man who had cast the curse on their sister, they immediately gathered their men and set out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, not only is she unharmed, but Da Ya even grew a tribute-grade watermelon!” Shui Qingqian beamed with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity stirred in me—I wanted to ask what he and Musa had done—but I bit my lip, deciding I shouldn’t press further, lest I stir up new trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ling Ruoxi returned to her seat and loosely wrapped the rope around herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Grandpa Emperor truly meant well, did he not? Yet for her, he was willing to defy Grandpa Emperor, willing to make sacrifices. This must be fate! If Da Ya had never met him, what would her life have become? Perhaps she would never have married at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew he couldn’t defeat Wu Fang and the middle-aged body cultivator together, if pushed to the brink, Xia Tian wouldn’t care anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, I received a call from Yun Yushu—he told me to get up early and go to school for self-study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Singh chuckled twice, lowered his head to examine the rock’s structure under the microscope, and resumed his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Jingxuan nodded: “True.” He silently prayed the Princess of Ying would not appear—he hadn’t left home at six; it was the Princess of Ying who found him a master, and he didn’t go to Zijin Mountain to study until he was eight.\u003C\u002Fp>",681,"2026-06-19T23:11:27.143Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d05bb1dbe9ecc19fa07782afc62777766c5c3d14fc86fd6c1e3ba9da0077f38","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-572","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-570",638,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-cover.jpg"]