[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-nothing-is-taboo":3,"chapter-nothing-is-taboo-nothing-is-taboo-chapter-73":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Nothing Is Taboo",{"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},2310458,4514,"Chapter 73: I Am Truly a Carpenter","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>The departing Master Ji found an excuse for himself: Master Chen’s safety rested on my shoulders; I had no firm guarantee of killing Fu Jingyu, who raised the dog’s head guillotine, so it wasn’t worth the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes after Xu Yuan charged into the bloody mist, Wang Shen arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao risked his life to hold her back: “Madam, you absolutely cannot go in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This red mist contains potent malevolent energy. Your body… is likely already compromised. If you enter, you’ll instantly mutate into a malevolence—not helping Xu Yuan, but killing him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Wang Shen, her face dark, stop at the edge of the bloody mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she grew restless, pacing back and forth, adjusting her limbs, constantly feeling her posture was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao’s abacus kept clicking, though no one knew what he was calculating; then he pulled out all his remaining counting rods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This set of counting rods totaled two hundred and seventy-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yan Lao’s combat limit was eight rods at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao began planting the remaining rods into the ground like rice seedlings, around the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shen glanced over and said: “I underestimated you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the bloody mist suddenly shrank, Yan Lao and Wang Shen rejoiced: “Xu Yuan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, thunderous hoofbeats shook the ground as a ten-zhang malevolence charged toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this malevolence seemed trapped by a ghostly maze—the old temple ruins lay right there, yet it circled the iron steed, turning round and round without finding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on its fifth circuit, the ten-zhang malevolence saw through it all, kicked its steed forward, crushed every counting rod underfoot, and charged straight in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao gritted his teeth: “Old man will sacrifice his life…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shen’s face darkened, silently thinking: He won’t live till the fifteenth of next July; Xiao Mo, Auntie’s broken her promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten-zhang malevolence closed in—Wang Shen knew Yan Lao was useless against it, and reached into her chest to pull out her own heart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten-zhang malevolence suddenly exploded into a shower of water, drenching both of them head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao whirled around—the bloody mist over the old temple ruins had vanished completely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan spat “belly fire,” the clay statue now a slurry; even as he dodged, he was slowly being refined away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the flesh-curtain had shielded him, as Master Gao said, he could’ve burned out his belly fire without touching the clay statue at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once the clay statue was exposed, the belly fire’s suppression of malevolence made it unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clay statue was part of the former statue of the “FuDong Heavenly King” from this old temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a bizarre perspective, the clay statue's level was low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true power lay in the “FuDong Heavenly King,” whose unyielding resentment had stripped him of his divine office and cast him down as a malevolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clay statue was merely a “trigger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the flesh-curtain transformed into a colossal blood-serpent, endlessly biting at itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan found all his methods ineffective against the serpent, and grew furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he opened his mouth and swallowed the slurry whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Five Cauldrons Cooking!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spitting belly fire was nowhere near as fast as cultivating the method directly inside his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slurry never expected Xu Yuan would dare this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off-guard and swallowed whole, it could never escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-serpent shattered on the spot, clattering to the ground in hundreds of pieces, twitching weakly, then rapidly losing vitality, turning into stiff, dry fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloody mist vanished with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan landed and walked slowly toward a piece of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this fragment, a face was frozen—Master Gao’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flesh fragment’s vitality was fading fast; Master Gao’s face grew rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan slipped on his pidan gloves, swung it high, and slapped the face hard—whap, whap, whap—several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were so full of talk just now—I’ve been holding back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flesh fragment died completely, shattered by Xu Yuan’s final slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan stretched his shoulders, his mind cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji, half a li away, saw the ten-zhang malevolence collapse instantly and the bloody mist over the ruins vanish—he froze: “Master’s plan has failed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron hat concealed a special technique: once the ten-zhang malevolence killed Ma Tianshou, Chen Liangxuan would activate it—not to control the malevolence, but to destroy it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, the ten-zhang malevolence would surely slaughter the entire Chen family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji kept running, and as he moved, he drew his battle sword from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle sword was five feet six inches long, narrow at the tip, broad at the hilt, thick at the base, weighing forty-five jin and nine liang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had accompanied Master Ji for fifty years, slaying countless malevolences and foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s scheme was Master’s life, family, and clan’s future on the line—he must see clearly how the ten-zhang malevolence died!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji rushed to the ruins and saw Yan Lao and Wang Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Shen’s expression was unfriendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji narrowed his eyes, wary of the old woman—he couldn’t read her at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan stepped out of the ruins, his body covered in wounds, clothes torn and hanging loose. One hand held a rain umbrella riddled with holes, the other manipulated the sword pellet—slow, his gaze wild as he stared at Master Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji noticed Xu Yuan’s eyes, stirred inside: This boy is on the edge of corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a state means certain death—why risk my life against a dying man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ji lowered his blade, pointing it diagonally at the ground, slowly retreating, vanishing into the fine, intricate rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan’s body trembled uncontrollably; he covered his mouth and whispered: “Auntie, take me home fast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this tremor, a layer of skin on his exterior rubbed and began peeling away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, Chen Liangxuan had believed an ancient sage’s saying: When facing great matters, maintain calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending off Master Ji, he sat in the “Xuchun Pavilion,” didn’t call for servants, lit bamboo charcoal himself, and boiled water to brew tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he savored the fine tea he normally couldn’t afford, quietly waiting for news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him lay a jade gangmao—the artifact controlling the final technique within the iron hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as news of Ma Tianshou’s and Xu Yuan’s deaths arrived, he would crush it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the rain lessened, he heard the ten-zhang malevolence charge out of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it going to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Liangxuan stood, walked to the door, peered out—of course, he saw nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled bitterly: “Still too impatient.” He turned to return to the bamboo pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stopped—the rain held a figure holding an oiled cloth umbrella, walking toward him from behind the garden’s foliage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao Si’s umbrella was better made than Xiao Mo’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, legend said umbrellas were invented by the carpenter patriarch, Lu Ban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am a true carpenter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Chen glanced sideways, guessing: “From Riverwork Lane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao Si’s face, already lined with worry, grew even more creased. He nodded, opened his mouth—and burst into violent coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please vote for monthly tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Chapter End)\u003C\u002Fp>",1181,"2026-06-20T12:07:23.516Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e40626d2a76d58ba3d7a08fc82eb824629a5bf5e6b2a76ecaaf8b75b8c175331","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-74","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-72",413,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnothing-is-taboo-cover.jpg"]