[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starlight-professional":3,"chapter-starlight-professional-starlight-professional-chapter-606":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starlight Professional",{"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},2309266,4512,"Chapter 606: Decisive Battle","starlight-professional-chapter-606",606,"\u003Cp>Time flowed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the death of Executive Qian Hui, Fang Xing could clearly sense that the covert currents targeting his sect had diminished considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had already established himself as a madman—hard to provoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his report to the sect about the alliance between the Corpse-Driving Sect and the Blood Shadow Sect had vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing didn’t care about any of it; each day, besides planting trees, he meditated on the fundamental diagram of the “Flesh Tai Sui” divine art, and if he had spare time, he occasionally studied the “Blood Paper Secret Codex.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the treehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange talismans covered every surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing still wore his leather garment, but now held a fine talisman brush, his strokes swift and fluid across a blood-paper the size of a palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sand accumulates into a tower, fur pelts sewn into a coat… the so-called ‘Spirit-Paper House Realm’ is merely a combination of origami techniques… crafting countless paper talismans, linking them together into a unified whole, sufficient to draw immense influence from the Spirit-Paper Realm, carving out a realm within the gap between yin and yang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Paper figures are already easy to carry; if it’s a paper-house realm, it could store an entire army, accommodate living beings briefly, and move with incredible speed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having obtained the secret manual and completed the final piece of the puzzle, Fang Xing’s origami art had now reached master-level perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing these “Paper-House Realm Talismans” was now effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, due to the inherent nature of origami, as he crafted talismans and attempted to assemble the paper house, his lifespan slowly dwindled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, the origami lineage are all short-lived—there’s a reason for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing muttered, completing the final stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He softly cried out, exhaling a stream of cyan essence onto the talisman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the scattered sheets came alive, precisely locking together into a wall of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing opened his right hand, and a flash of white light revealed a strange paper house in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its framework was largely complete, revealing numerous paper figures, paper sedan chairs, and paper beasts within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As incantations echoed, the paper wall adhered to it, instantly filling the entire wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Paper figures, paper horses… and the paper house…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feels like the origami lineage should’ve just gone into funeral services—what a waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing muttered, then suddenly realized something:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? If I, alone, craft a paper-house realm… I could project my soul into it, converting yang lifespan into yin lifespan, extending my life immensely… This must be the ultimate secret of the origami lineage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad, the Spirit-Paper House Realm technique cannot be practiced unless one is a Yin Spirit True Person… I’m an exception—not only do I have long lifespan, but my Druid Level 15 is equivalent to a Yin Spirit True Person…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, the end goal of the origami lineage is to become a paper person, dwelling within a paper-house realm—some kind of alternative ghost cultivator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems deeply flawed… and how many Yin Spirit True Persons could even survive long enough to complete it alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fang Xing pondered, he suddenly sensed something—a flash of green light, and he appeared outside the treehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night was hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow had begun falling across heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white covering Qingmu Ridge was not snow—it was countless sheets of white funeral paper!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In heaven and earth, a magnificent, ornate opera house, adorned with crimson and emerald, materialized and drifted toward Qingmu Ridge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing alarm exploded above Qingmu Ridge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… tonight is the decisive battle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing murmured, remaining within the valley: “I hope it doesn’t spill over into my Qingyu Garden—especially those ten-thousand-year Evergreen Trees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had poured decades of effort into this forest, spanning tens of thousands of mu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His future Druid experience depended entirely on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Meier and the other disciples were jolted awake; seeing this, their limbs turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never imagined Qingmu Ridge’s main gate would one day be attacked directly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi-yi-ya-ya!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opera house glowed brightly; a sharp, genderless female voice sang: “Moon over the Western River—whose sorrow?… Sighing at the window, how frail the human form…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another lifelike leather shadow puppets emerged from the opera house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh! swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Qingmu Ridge, several Yin Spirit True Persons appeared, gazing at the scene, each unleashing their divine arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce wind surged through the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Qingmu Ridge, countless Evergreen Trees shimmered with emerald light, soaring skyward, transforming into strange weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each divine weapon, radiating indescribable power, struck the opera house, piercing one leather puppet after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Art—Grass and Trees Become Soldiers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the opera house came the androgynous voice of True Person Xi Lian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, around Qingmu Ridge, the earth cracked open, revealing numerous grass-headed gods with blades of grass atop their heads, engaging the invading Blood Shadow disciples in brutal combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe… how do you like my shadow play?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Person Xi Lian chuckled, stepping out from the opera house—a muscular man with peculiar features and bronze skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, and countless sparks of fire suddenly appeared in the sky; the wind ignited them instantly, setting the grass-headed gods ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each grass-headed god vanished into ash without even screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine Art—Wind-Blown Fire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xi Lian… you’ve already advanced to the Post-Yin Spirit Realm, having peeled off the complete divine art of a True Person’s skin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Yin Spirit True Person from Qingmu Ridge wore a face full of dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But True Person Xi Lian was merely one among the invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another direction, countless funeral papers swirled in the void, forming a Paper-House Realm, from which swarms of paper soldiers poured forth, turning the land into a sea of snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast, overwhelming army surged straight toward Qingmu Ridge’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the decisive battle between the Ten Great Sects of Right and Evil!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very start, its brutality reached a horrifying level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Fang Xing sensed something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Where’s the battle between Yang Spirit True Jun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t the Ten Great Sects’ true strength their one or two Yang Spirit True Jun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like, in this great battle, everyone’s just cannon fodder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing gazed toward the opera house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even True Person Xi Lian was merely a pawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I don’t need to stand out—I just act normally. Revealing my power now would be suicide…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing turned into a streak of green light, activating the array token in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A series of hazy emerald shadows sealed off the valley entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All disciples, prepare for battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a soft command; Dong Meier and the others grew grim, gripping their magical artifacts tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Qingyu Garden held little of value—only a few Foundation Establishment cultivators might covet the century-old spiritual herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing wasn’t worried at all; whether these disciples survived depended entirely on luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! boom! boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the valley entrance, the tree shadows shook violently, then shattered—several figures stormed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Sensing-Qi-level shadow puppets and paper figures descended from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Tiandong, Dong Meier, and the others were sect disciples; now with no retreat, they trembled forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yù Cōng Lóng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing revealed his Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage aura; countless tree shadows swayed, guarding him on all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a Foundation Establishment Late-Stage paper general rode forth on horseback, sweeping his spear horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff! puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streaks of light immediately retreated; one of them spat blood: “Damn it! He really cultivated origami art—and elevated it to Foundation Establishment Late-Stage…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these were Foundation Establishment Late-Stage puppets, they might’ve coveted them—but paper figures lose immense power once separated from their master; these demonic Foundation Establishment cultivators had no interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed, Qingyu Garden is a hard nut to crack—poor and stubborn, with no real loot. Unless we destroy that ten-thousand-year Evergreen Tree, there’s barely any sect contribution…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One demonic Foundation Establishment cultivator’s eyes darted, then donned a strange beast pelt and vanished underground: “Hold them here—I’m heading to Shennong Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to this barren, stubborn rock, Shennong Hall was clearly overflowing with wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. Shadow Puppet lineage—utterly shameless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several origami-lineage Foundation Establishment cultivators, witnessing this, retreated while fighting, soon withdrawing from the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Fang Xing calmly waved his hand; countless wooden thorns fell like rain, wiping out the Sensing-Qi-level foot soldiers on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The herb garden disciples had already lost over half their number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Tiandong had lost an arm; Dong Meier’s robes were stained with blood: “We… won?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is only the first wave…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing shook his head: “At least a few more waves left—huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted, and he saw a green aura streaking in, followed by several pursuers—it was Fei Yong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This bastard! He screwed me over!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Others screw their fathers—he screws his grandpa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Xing was speechless, but still manipulated the paper soldier, causing the banners behind it to snap loudly as it galloped through the void to meet them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Nong Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry, go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Changnong spat out a mouthful of essence blood, fighting and retreating with Red Sister: “The medicine store is behind the hall—why chase us so relentlessly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… who doesn’t know you’re deputy head of Shen Nong Hall? You must be carrying a thousand-year—or even ten-thousand-year—treasure herb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, several ghostly shadows laughed—they all possessed Foundation Establishment Late Realm power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Foundation Establishment Mid and Late seem to differ by only one minor realm, in the cultivation systems beyond the borders, they are worlds apart—representing the gap between two pseudo-spiritual arts and only one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t expect… I’ve been driven to this point.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Changnong gave a bitter smile, glancing at Red Sister: “Remember… survive…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiftly pulled out a crimson pill and swallowed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a spiritual art ignited like fire meeting dry wood, blazing fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frenzied Soul-Stealing Pill?! No—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red Sister cried out in grief as vines sprouted from Fei Changnong’s body, their tips burning like torches, blocking the pursuers behind him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two vast, sunlike spiritual senses quietly observed the scenes of sorrow and parting in Greenwood Ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… Greenwood Old Ghost, according to our agreement, when the Blood Shadow Sect broke through to the Ancestral Hall, you lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin voice spoke: “Do you admit it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I naturally admit it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greenwood Old Ghost’s spiritual sense replied coolly: “If the Killing Sect comes from the south, just come find me… Still, I accept the rules of the Ten Great Sects of Right and Wrong—but whether the Killing Sect accepts them? That’s another matter, heh…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1765,"2026-06-20T11:03:23.251Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f59b32aeb766328021d7b16e11381c3887e1fc48824bbf007d0312ceb1686af7","starlight-professional-chapter-607","starlight-professional-chapter-605",726,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarlight-professional-cover.jpg"]