[{"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-89":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},2272994,4440,"Chapter 89: Doesn","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>Su Zhi personally attended tonight’s banquet but did not take his seat early; instead, he stood behind the screen, observing and sizing up the guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the many suitors gathered from all corners, he felt deeply disappointed. Though he had long prepared himself for the reality—that sons of prestigious sects would never consider becoming a son-in-law, and even high-ranking families were unlikely to send their heirs—he still felt a sharper pang of letdown upon seeing the list and the actual faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were indeed many attendees, forty or fifty in all, but seeing some of them, he felt like killing them on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside their family backgrounds—which weren’t worth discussing anyway—just looking at their appearances filled him with growing disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had rat-like eyes and shifty, cunning faces, clearly untrustworthy; others had darting glances, revealing unstable temperaments; still others were pot-bellied and spoke with slick, oily smoothness; and some were even white-haired and frail, looking as if they were about to drop dead—were they here to retire in the Su household?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these people, he didn’t even want to invite them; he immediately circled their names on the list and ordered the steward to remove them from the banquet. Half the guests were driven out on the spot, and Gu Lu Hall instantly grew spacious and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou, the hermit from Wulong Mountain, had originally been on his first-round purge list, but he suddenly remembered Bai Yun’s words, hesitated, and ultimately kept his name. For the sake of Yun’s nephew, let him have a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su’s harsh stance from the start made Liu Xiaolou deeply uneasy. As the steward announced each name to be expelled, his heart pounded wildly—he knew his own origins were no better than theirs; calling them “a bunch of the same kind” wasn’t far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his name wasn’t on the expulsion list, which gave him a slight sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still hadn’t seen Bai Yun. Looking around, he spotted the maid who had guided him to his seat and pulled her aside: “Where is my Yun brother? Why hasn’t he shown up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid was Su Su. She smiled faintly: “Lord Yun has already left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This took Liu Xiaolou completely by surprise. He blinked, stunned: “Left? He didn’t even tell me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had Bai Yun suddenly departed without attending the banquet? Had he given up, or was there another reason? Liu Xiaolou was baffled, his thoughts scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only twelve guests remained in Gu Lu Hall. After the seating was rearranged, the earlier noise vanished. One man strongly approved of Su’s actions and loudly declared to those around him: “Shenwu Mountain Villa is a millennia-old lineage—some people have truly lost their minds, unable to tell right from wrong, and don’t even know their own worth. They should’ve been thrown out long ago!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man beside him bowed and said: “Brother speaks truly, but we haven’t cleared them all yet—there are still fish slipping through.” He glanced at Liu Xiaolou across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask your esteemed surname, sir?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Dong Wei of Qishan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Jia Po from Dongheng Town!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, the famed ‘One-Word Flying Sky’ of Dongheng Town! I’ve long heard your name!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your reputation as the ‘Chess Immortal’ has also reached my ears like thunder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laughing, Jia Po asked: “You mentioned just now that there are still fish slipping through—may I ask who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei sneered: “Have you ever heard of Wulong Mountain? It’s a famed peak in Xiangxi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Po chuckled: “Xiangxi? A thousand li away—I’ve never heard of it. What’s so special about Wulong Mountain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei said solemnly: “The mountain is filled with cultured heroes, all of them extravagant and magnificent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Po asked: “How extravagant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please visit the latest address\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei spoke seriously: “It boasts the supreme master of chicken-stealing and dog-snatching, the invincible general of murder and arson, the romantic scholar obsessed with beauty, the cunning trickster, and the reckless gambler who lives for dice—truly, heroes abound, renowned across the land. How could it not be extravagant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Po burst into laughter: “Wahahaha! Truly extravagant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their back-and-forth pointed directly at Liu Xiaolou. He understood perfectly—they still saw him as too much competition and wanted him gone too. He sighed deeply, fixed his gaze on Dong Wei, and said nothing, his eyes filled with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei sneered: “What’s your meaning, Brother Liu? Did I say something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou shook his head: “Brother Dong, why must you be like this? We’ve known each other for years—such deep friendship, and now you’d cut it off over a banquet? Brother Dong, you’re truly heartless… If it brings you any comfort, then do as you wish. I have nothing to say…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured himself a cup, lifted it, and drank it down in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei flew into rage: “Who are you calling my old friend? Where’s this so-called deep friendship? I simply can’t stand people like you—ignoring your lowly origins, daring to come here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou shook his head and smiled bitterly at the guests: “Gentlemen, the deeper your acquaintance, the deeper the knife they stab you with from behind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, someone in the hall cheered: “That deserves a great cup!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re all from Wulong Mountain? Why fight each other so fiercely?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Throw them all out! Throw them all out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou quickly stopped them: “Gentlemen, I spoke foolishly. My earlier words were nonsense—please forget them. I’ll leave my seat rather than let Dong Brother be driven out. It’s my fault—I take full responsibility!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his cup: “Brother Dong, I apologize to you. I shouldn’t have come to Shenwu Mountain Villa—but I came with Lord Bai Yun, not with any intention toward the Su lady…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei, furious, drew his sword with a clang—when a cough came from behind the screen. Su Zhi stepped out, and the hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Wei reluctantly sheathed his sword and sat down, glancing around, then whispered to Jia Po beside him: “Jia Brother, this man speaks nonsense—he’s truly hateful. After the banquet, I’ll kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Po’s eyes flickered: “No need to go that far.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Su had been standing behind Liu Xiaolou all along. As she refilled his cup, she whispered softly: “Lord, you truly know the Chess Immortal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou sighed: “No, not anymore. Never again. He had a flower on his left buttock too—now it’s probably washed off. What was washed away wasn’t the flower—it was my friendship!” He sighed again and drank heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Su asked again: “Is it because of Lord Yun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou blinked, unsure how to answer, and said: “Don’t ask. It’s all my fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Zhi raised his cup from the main seat: “Thank you all, young men…” He had intended to call them “talented youths,” but couldn’t bring himself to lie, so continued: “Shenwu Mountain Villa is holding a bridegroom selection today—I assume you all know. The chosen one will become a member of the Su family, naturally. For those not chosen, your intentions are still honored. I must state clearly our rules beforehand—if anyone is unwilling, you may still withdraw…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou blinked, turning to Su Su beside him: “Su family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Su nodded: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou confirmed again: “As a son-in-law?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Su looked surprised: “Lord doesn’t know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please visit the latest address\u003C\u002Fp>",1223,"2026-06-19T23:11:25.549Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8c28e77a8412761d680c5762ce1489096308be3a218c0bb8159a9e0c2c9588ba","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-90","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-88",638,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-cover.jpg"]