[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback":3,"chapter-rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-chapter-87":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Rising from Obscurity: My Martial Path Comeback",{"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},2265922,4424,"Chapter 87: I Understand, But I Hold a Grudge (Request Subscription)","rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-chapter-87",87,"\u003Cp>Ninth hour!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The already noisy crowd suddenly lowered its volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to the left, where over a dozen constables led the way, and two men in ninth-rank official robes, surrounded by numerous local elites from Poyang County, arrived at the left side of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the left side of the arena, several high-backed chairs had already been arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lingchuan and He Ruyun sat in the two central seats, while beside them sat several elderly men with white hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first row consisted of eight people altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were ranked cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, apart from Su Lingchuan and He Ruyun, the other six elders had already seen their vital energy decline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to the common people of Poyang County, these six elders inspired even greater fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The County Magistrate and the Wuzhengsuo Chief were indeed exalted in status, but neither was from Poyang County; instead, the families behind these six elders held deep-rooted interests throughout the county, directly tied to the livelihoods of many locals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Great Liang law, the County Magistrate and Wuzhengsuo Chief must always be outsiders, to prevent local clan power from growing too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for lacking local roots and being excluded by local forces—such a problem simply did not exist in Great Liang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the martial cultivation world, the County Magistrate and Wuzhengsuo Chief were the supreme combat forces; no local faction dared entertain rebellion against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these veteran ranked cultivators, their presence here to watch the matches was mostly to show support for the two officials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, how could a contest between cultivators below the tenth opening possibly draw the attention of former ranked cultivators like them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After these eight took their seats, the second and third rows were occupied by heads of the government office and Wuzhengsuo, along with several internal-organ cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Altogether, over forty internal-organ cultivators; if including those from all major martial schools, Poyang County’s internal-organ cultivators neared a hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred internal-organ cultivators might seem like many, but spread across the entire Poyang County, they were exceedingly rare—Poyang had a population of hundreds of thousands, making them roughly one in a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pre-modern era of limited transportation, an ordinary person might meet only a few hundred people in their entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Great Liang, social circles were even narrower; many villagers went three generations without ever speaking a word to an internal-organ cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the dignitaries all seated, the Wuzhengsuo assigned its own match host—a deputy chief of the Wuzhengsuo, a senior internal-organ cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today, the third-month competition among the new students of the Eight Martial Schools has concluded several rounds, leaving seventeen students victorious, who now compete for final rankings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the host introduced the situation, Lin Chen and the other seventeen students drew lots behind the arena to determine their opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the crude selection rules of the group stage, this drawing was carefully structured: when drawing, each martial school’s contestant would exclude fellow students from their own school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eight seeded contestants drew first, ensuring none of them would face each other in the first round, preventing stronger fighters from eliminating each other and allowing weaker ones to sneak through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first round of draws, the sole lucky one to receive a bye was Fu Jingya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chen felt genuine joy for Senior Sister Fu—this bye guaranteed her at least eighth place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for his own opponent, Lin Chen glanced at the name and thought: fate is truly unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent was Shao Hong of Qingfeng Martial School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this destiny’s bond?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lin Chen’s gaze fell upon him, Shao Hong seemed to sense it; he smirked slightly—Master Qi had been furious yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Lin Chen’s arrival had brought controversy to Qingfeng Martial School, let him, as the senior student of this year’s new class, crush that controversy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wuzhengsuo official handling the draws smiled and said: “Draws are finalized. All students return to your respective areas and await the matches to begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chen, Jiang Qing, and Fu Jingya returned to their school’s area and saw Master Kong’s watchful gaze; Fu Jingya couldn’t help laughing: “Master, I got a bye this round.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Yinglei and Shen Lin, along with the other Jingshui Martial School students, were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of seventeen contestants, the sole bye had fallen to their school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chen, however, remained calm—among seventeen, their school had three students; statistically, their chance of drawing the bye was naturally higher than other schools’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Yinglei and Shen Lin exchanged glances—clearly, their school would now have at least two students in the top ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing needed no explanation; Fu Jingya was locked in the top eight; if Lin Chen also made the top ten…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three students from one school in the top ten—this had happened only three times in Jingshui Martial School’s history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Chen, who is your opponent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shao Hong of Qingfeng Martial School.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Lin Chen’s opponent was Shao Hong, the Jingshui Martial School members all wore strange expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Lin Shi-di just declared war on Qingfeng Martial School?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for absolute certainty that the draw was fair, they’d suspect the Wuzhengsuo had rigged it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do your best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Yinglei didn’t believe Lin Chen had no chance—he was two openings behind, but his Qingfeng Palm was fully mastered; this wasn’t just about increased power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Shao Hong also used Qingfeng Palm—Lin Chen’s superior familiarity with the technique would let him anticipate Shao Hong’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Kong Yinglei’s eyes gleamed with hope; though not as mercenary as Qi He, the better her students performed, the more resources the Wuzhengsuo allocated to her school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for her—her other junior sisters needed them too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can fight for it, why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted in cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host’s voice rang like a bell as he announced the first pair of contestants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing walked calmly toward the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the first among the Eight Martial Schools to open eight meridians, Jiang Qing was naturally placed first and drew first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lin Chen had a different thought—the Wuzhengsuo placed Senior Sister Jiang first not only because she ranked highest in cultivation, but likely for another reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beauty to warm up the crowd!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just look at the burning gazes of the young men—enough to show how devastating Senior Sister Jiang’s appeal was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior Sister Jiang wasn’t a cold, aloof goddess; her eyes were bright and clear, like mountain springs, transparent and pure; her red lips curved slightly in a sweet smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long black hair flowed smoothly down her back, lightly tied with a plain silk ribbon, a few loose strands framing her cheeks, adding a touch of fresh charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This girl is exquisitely beautiful, smiles so sweetly—clearly approachable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Linhu Village, Lin Mu, watching Jiang Qing step onto the stage, whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t speak nonsense—anyone who steps on that stage is nobility; we common folk have no right to comment.” Lin’s father glared at his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say anything bad—why can’t I say it? Besides, just now, before she came up, I saw our son talking to her—she doesn’t seem arrogant at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Lin Liang heard his parents’ words and twitched his mouth—approachable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen how decisively she handled Zhou San—she had nothing to do with “approachable,” as his mother imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing stepped onto the arena first; soon after, Qian Jun of Zhenyue Martial School also ascended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Jiang Qing, Qian Jun wore a smile on his face, but inside he was filled with bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he have to draw her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t afraid of losing—if he lost to another school’s seeded student, no one would remember him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more attention Jiang Qing drew, the more his defeat would be talked about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like last night—in a single night, Lü Shuyu of Qingfeng Martial School had become known across all eight schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with the gossip about Lü Shuyu and Lin Chen’s feud, another rumor was spreading rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Qi is blind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Sister Jiang, please instruct me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jun offered Jiang Qing what he thought was a graceful smile, hoping she’d show mercy and let him lose with some dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winning was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing responded; the next instant, her figure left a green afterimage where she stood—Qian Jun saw a blur, then felt searing pain in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Iron Bone Art hadn’t even activated before he was flung backward, crashing heavily to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeated in one strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his body hit the ground, Qian Jun’s face flushed crimson—he hadn’t expected Senior Sister Jiang to be so merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When facing a stronger cultivator, you must always be alert; a distracted mind is a fatal flaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Jiang Qing stepped down from the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectators hadn’t even processed it—had the match already ended?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, thunderous applause erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lingchuan and He Ruyun exchanged glances—Jiang Qing’s background was mysterious to most of Poyang County, but both knew her origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Jiang family princess was direct and decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You Siqi, the officer maintaining order, watched Jiang Qing’s clean, decisive victory and felt relief—he was glad he’d made the right choice that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This girl wasn’t just promising—she ranked first among all new students, and barring accidents, she’d enter the internal-organ realm within three years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing returned to the Jingshui Martial School area; Kong Yinglei was satisfied, while Shen Lin said nothing, but a flicker of worry lingered in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the gaze of all, Jiang Qing defeated her opponent with a single move—undoubtedly a brilliant victory—but now, other sects’ elite trainees would likely follow suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not good news for trainees like Lin Chen, who were somewhat weaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next two matches confirmed Shen Lin’s concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Xue Wuguan’s Fei Hong also defeated his opponent within three strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Yue Wuguan’s Gu Shan showed the crowd the terrifying power of Iron Bones Art—like an iron mountain, he blocked every escape route, forcing his opponent into despair and surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the onlookers were ordinary people with little understanding of martial cultivation, yet they still grasped one reality: there were vast gaps between martial artists, and those gaps were enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing Feng Wuguan’s Shao Hong versus Jing Shui Wuguan’s Lin Chen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the announcer called out both names, Lin’s parents in Linhu Village lost their earlier excitement, their faces filled with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the murmurs around them, they had learned that this year’s sect trainee competition was divided into elite trainees and promoted trainees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first three opponents were all elite trainees; their own son was merely a promoted one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the couple now hoped was that their son wouldn’t get hurt—they no longer cared about rankings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Lin Chen reaching this point is already remarkable. No matter the outcome, Lin Chen is the pride of Linhu Village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Canghu had also warned the villagers in advance, to prevent unrealistic hopes and eventual disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the crowd was a special group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Instructor, do you think Brother Lin can win?” A boy in the Kahe Town Martial Hall uniform asked his instructor with urgent eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Liu stroked his beard, his gaze deep, and said slowly, “Regardless of the result, Lin Chen appearing on this stage is already a miracle. Last year at this time, Lin Chen couldn’t even muster two hundred jin of strength in the Martial Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This group were the current year’s Kahe Town Martial Hall trainees, here to watch the match under the guidance of two instructors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before coming, neither instructor knew Lin Chen was on the list. When they saw his name, their first reaction was disbelief; only after asking a contact at the Wuzhengsuo did they learn the Lin Chen on the list was from their own town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, shock surged through them like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Lin Chen had ranked first in the Martial Hall, in their minds, once he entered a sect, he would likely vanish into obscurity as an ordinary trainee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who among those on the stage wasn’t a star pupil of their own sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Chen watched the figure climbing the stage. In just a few months, the boy’s demeanor had transformed utterly—confident, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Chen’s family background is worse than most of yours. When he first entered the Martial Hall, he was at the bottom. Yet through relentless effort, he rose to the top of the Martial Hall—and now stands on this stage. To be here, he must have defeated countless peers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These trainees, if placed in the Martial Hall, would each rank among the top. Many are children of the powerful. The moment Lin Chen steps onto this stage, he has already won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Liu and Instructor Chen exchanged glances. Lin Chen reaching this point stunned them, but after watching the first three matches, they knew Lin Chen had little chance of winning this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Lin, you can win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stage, Lin Chen heard the shouts below, turned, saw a trainee in Kahe Town Martial Hall uniform, face flushed, and gave him a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Chen, we believe in you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Chen, bring glory to Linhu Village!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once someone started, the villagers of Linhu Village forgot their village chief’s warnings and began shouting with all their might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, many eyes turned toward Linhu Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby onlookers, curious, asked what was going on. When they learned Lin Chen was from Linhu Village, they immediately joined in the cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the onlookers were ordinary people, and they naturally sided with Lin Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the left side, the nobles of Poyang County were baffled: What was going on with Lin Chen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just a match. Why such loud support? Trying to stir up a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as someone prepared to rebuke them, Su Lingchuan’s voice rang out: “Lin Chen comes from an ordinary fisher’s family and associates mostly with common folk. For villagers, his reaching this point is truly worth encouraging.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Su Lingchuan’s words, the few men behind him instantly swallowed their angry retorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other trainees received no cheers when they stepped onto the stage because their backgrounds were already strong; their advancement was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was expected, no one would cheer so loudly for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su speaks truly. No matter Lin Chen’s final rank, his appearance today is a great inspiration to village youths learning martial arts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the two most powerful men in the county saying this, the nobles behind them wore thoughtful expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should look into Lin Chen’s background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shao Hong, seeing Lin Chen ascend, noticed the crowd cheering for him, and his expression turned cold—especially after Lin Chen had turned and nodded. It stirred his resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does he really think mastering two minor martial arts will let him defeat me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How utterly naive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like Brother Lin is quite popular.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Chen ignored the sarcasm in Shao Hong’s tone, bowed, and said, “Disciple Lin Chen of Jing Shui Wuguan, requests instruction from Brother Shao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Instruction? So you intend to fight me with Qing Feng Palm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shao Hong’s eyes narrowed. He’d only meant it as mockery—he hadn’t expected Lin Chen to actually agree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, trainees from other sects were also surprised by Lin Chen’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Lin Chen is too arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against Shao Hong, whose cultivation is two acupoints higher, you should use Yun Water Palm. Shao Hong hasn’t trained in Yun Water Palm—using it would catch him off guard. And a minor-level Yun Water Palm is no weaker than Qing Feng Palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Qing Feng Palm is like Lv Shuyu yesterday—abandoning your own advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After yesterday’s match, Lv Shuyu’s name had become a joke among other sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Kong, should we warn Lin Chen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Lin was worried—she feared Lin Chen had been swayed by the cheers and lost his reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once on the stage, outsiders must not interfere. That’s the rule.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Yinglei shook her head. She knew what her junior sister feared—but Shen Lin didn’t know Lin Chen had perfected Qing Feng Palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Lin is being overconfident. He must still harbor deep resentment toward Qing Feng Wuguan,” said Fu Jingya, also concerned. Hearing this, Jiang Qing’s elegant eyes flickered: “Brother Lin chose Qing Feng Palm because he has confidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Qing was one of only three people in the sect who knew Lin Chen had perfected Qing Feng Palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Qing Feng Wuguan’s side, Qi He’s expression remained unchanged, but Zhao Ce’s eyes gleamed with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday’s incident had damaged Master Qi’s face, and Zhao Ce had sensed his master’s displeasure toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Lin Chen’s arrogance mirrors Lv Shuyu’s mistake yesterday. Once he’s crushed, public opinion will turn instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of the thoughts swirling among the crowd, Lin Chen surged forward—like a storm, he rushed in, striking with lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Feng Wuguan denied me the Kaiqiao Pill slot because of my poor family background—I could understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Feng Wuguan denied me the Jia-level benefits because they assumed I couldn’t afford future cultivation expenses—I could understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, I could understand Qing Feng Wuguan’s actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that doesn’t mean I didn’t harbor a bitter resentment. Lv Shuyu held a grudge and wanted to defeat me—I held one too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I understand. But I also remember grudges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Lin Chen struck, dozens of Lianzang-level martial artists on the scene contracted their pupils, their eyes filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Two chapters, nearly ten thousand characters. Please subscribe and vote for monthly tickets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2928,"2026-06-19T20:25:56.550Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a21d486ac8df80b62c19ea70f11e5913b3cf32e55faa5c2266b298e362b079f6","rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-chapter-88","rising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-chapter-86",591,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-from-obscurity-my-martial-path-comeback-cover.jpg"]