[{"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-62":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},2272967,4440,"Chapter 62","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>Who were the people captured in one net by the Qingyu Sect? Liu Xiaolou knew somewhat—they were mostly scattered cultivators from around Xiangxi who had come rushing at the news, and the fellow cultivators from Wulong Mountain were largely not among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were also a few scions of prominent families, hoping to take advantage of Qingyu Sect’s chaos, only to lose both themselves and their goods. Of course, since they were backed by Zhanglong Sect, Dongyang Sect, and the Lu clan of Tianmu Mountain, they had no reason to fear danger, but Liu Xiaolou guessed their goods would hardly be returned or compensated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How close it had been—thinking of this, Liu Xiaolou couldn’t help a shudder of dread. If the Wulong Mountain cultivators had fallen into Qingyu Sect’s hands, even without dredging up old grudges, just the case of looting the Zhou estate by Dongting Lake would have cost many heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, Qianjie gradually sent back word: Qingyu Sect had netted seventy or eighty cultivators, all imprisoned in stone caves at Guimeng Cliff, with thick wooden doors nailed shut at the cave mouths, not allowing them to step out even a single inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining seventy or eighty people crammed into that small cave, sleeping and defecating for days on end, Liu Xiaolou broke out in gooseflesh—how could anyone survive such days?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the fifth night, as Liu Xiaolou was cultivating, he was suddenly awakened by commotion outside the courtyard. Peering through the door crack, he saw a group of cultivators kicking open the gate of the house across the way and swarming inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing stealthily, he recognized one figure—he seemed familiar, perhaps a retainer of the Zang clan from Eyang Mountain, who had spent his days pacing around with a long sword during Liu Xiaolou’s own harvest season on Eyang Mountain last year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he was still startled, the men who had stormed into the house across the way now came to his own door with torches in hand, pounding on the door, making the wooden panels shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open up! Open up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and open! Or we’ll break in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You few, climb over the wall—there’s someone inside; if the owner tries to flee, catch him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To some extent, the Zang clan was Liu Xiaolou’s patron; every autumn harvest, he and his master had to go to Eyang Mountain to make a living, and Zhanglong Sect, to which the Zang clan belonged, was in fact the invisible protector of many scattered cultivators in Xiangxi. Liu Xiaolou thought it unlikely they had come specifically to arrest him, so he quickly opened the door: “Coming, coming! It’s the middle of the night—gentlemen...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the door opened, the men did not force their way in. The leader said: “We are from Zhanglong Sect...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The retainer Liu Xiaolou recognized stood beside him and immediately added: “Zang Clan of Zhanglong Sect, from Eyang Mountain—this is my master... Oh? You’re... Master, this is Liu Xiaolou from Wulong Mountain; he helped us with the harvest last year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou never expected this retainer would recognize him—so all those days the man had idly wandered around the fields weren’t just aimless pacing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greetings, Master Zang—you are a great benefactor of Xiangxi, thank you for your protection; your humble disciple bows to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Master Zang’s full name was Zang Baili, rumored to be a Qi Refining Great Completion expert; Liu Xiaolou dared not be careless and immediately bowed with clasped fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zang Baili nodded and said: “So you’re one of our Xiangxi scattered cultivators... What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou smiled bitterly: “It’s all because of Qingyu Sect... I swear I’m innocent—I had nothing to do with the Zhou estate incident, but under a toppled nest, how can any egg remain whole? I had no choice but to hide here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zang Baili said solemnly: “You speak truly—under a toppled nest, how can any egg remain whole? Xiangxi is Xiangxi’s land. Qingyu Sect, far away in Xiangdong, suddenly came here and took over like a crow in a magpie’s nest, refusing to leave—how utterly arrogant! Today, our Xiangxi cultivators rise up to demand justice from Qingyu Sect. Not just our Zhanglong Sect, but the Dongyang Sect of southern Xiangxi and many fellow cultivators from Tianmu Mountain are equally outraged and have rallied to help you reclaim your homeland!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou was greatly stirred and clapped his hands in praise: “We scattered cultivators have long suffered under Qingyu Sect! Master Zang, if you stand up for us, we are eternally grateful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zang Baili quickly waved his hand: “It’s not me standing up—it’s the Zang Clan that takes refuge under Zhanglong Sect; it’s Zhanglong Mountain that stands up for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou still clapped his hands: “Still, we’ll remember Master Zang’s kindness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zang Baili asked: “Whose house is across the way? We’ve come in force to station ourselves in Wuchao Town and need to stay here for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou hurriedly replied: “The owners of that house are always away, and the courtyard is large—Master Zang, feel free to take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zang Baili nodded, glancing at the retainer beside him, who pulled a wooden tablet from his sleeve and shoved it into Liu Xiaolou’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou was confused and looked down—the front of the tablet bore the character “ Diao ,” the back the two characters “ Zhanglong .” His face instantly paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Zhanglong Sect’s conscription order. Five years ago, during Zhanglong Sect’s conflict with Gengsang Cave, they had issued such orders; his master, Master Sanxuan, had received one, fought for over a month against Gengsang cultivators, worked himself to exhaustion with no compensation, and even suffered a sword wound on his leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The retainer said: “You’re from Wulong Mountain; now that we’re reclaiming your homeland, you must fear no enemy and charge ahead! You’re now under the Zang Clan’s command—obey Master Zang’s orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou opened his mouth but couldn’t speak. Zang Baili chuckled encouragingly, glanced around his small courtyard, saw it was indeed cramped, and led his men back to the large house across the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After closing the door, Liu Xiaolou suddenly felt drained. He leaned against the door, steadied himself, and pondered silently: Should he flee—or not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingyu Sect undoubtedly held the top seat in Jingxiang. If they fought alone, Zhanglong Sect, Dongyang Sect, Tianmu Mountain—all were no match. But if these three allied against Qingyu Sect, Qingyu Sect could not possibly win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he obeyed the conscription order, could he survive the coming battle? He had zero experience in battles of this scale, yet he had seen Qingyu Sect’s manifested mountain deity—just recalling its divine gaze over all living things made his scalp crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he fled, he could avoid the battle entirely—but then he could never again stay in Xiangxi. He’d have to leave behind these familiar mountains and rivers, these familiar friends, becoming a rootless wanderer, drifting like a floating weed—he couldn’t even imagine it. Was wandering the world really so easy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, three sects against one was a guaranteed victory; his fleeing would seem utterly pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking all night, Liu Xiaolou decided to go out and scout the situation first—even if he had to flee, he needed to know his escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Wuchao Town well—it was small, with one main street and Qiba  alleys, bordered by Wuchao River to the south and the eastern range of Wulong Mountain to the north, with gentle hills to the east. To escape, he’d have to either jump into the river or slip into the mountains. But as he walked through the town, he realized he could already dismiss the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The town had been flooded with cultivators—all from Zhanglong Sect. Besides the main mountain of Zhanglong, over ten families and minor sects—including the Eyang Mountain Zang Clan—had sent everyone. Wuchao Town was now completely sealed off by Zhanglong Sect; checkpoints guarded every exit, not just against outsiders but also against insiders. Had he not possessed the conscription token, he would have been arrested already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou returned helplessly to his small courtyard and hurried to cultivate, hoping to unblock the Daling acupoint as soon as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each acupoint opened meant more true qi stored—better odds when fighting for his life.\u003C\u002Fp>",1378,"2026-06-19T23:11:25.549Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3ebb165c3671d6d0d280a70b2d9e54029c3466aad3055a61a2eefb22985fa831","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-63","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-61",638,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-cover.jpg"]