[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-cursed-blade-s-walk":3,"chapter-the-cursed-blade-s-walk-the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-605":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Cursed Blade's Walk",{"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},2262910,4415,"Chapter 605: Night of Decision","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-605",605,"\u003Cp>Wild winds howled, snowflakes whirled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night had fallen, yet the atmosphere within Chengdu Prefecture remained frenzied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire city glowed with red lanterns, casting crimson halos through the mist, mingled with biting cold winds and heavy snowflakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muffled thunder rumbled through the air, crushing the senses with suffocating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along both sides of the streets, bamboo and wooden lantern pavilions, once vibrant with color, were now uniformly draped in red silk, their ornate palace lanterns and revolving lanterns emitting hazy crimson light through the thick fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floral, avian, and divine patterns painted on the lanterns were distorted into grotesque shapes, their blood-red reflections shimmering across the unmelted snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire city seemed submerged in a blood-drenched abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every citizen in the city had been ensnared—their faces flushed, sweat beading on their foreheads, drool trailing from their lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wandered aimlessly through the mist, clutching torches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All had gone mad; brawls erupted everywhere, severed limbs and gouts of blood splattered across the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even children screamed as they lit firecrackers and hurled them into crowds, their explosions triggering even more frenzied roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “God of Joy Coins” on their bodies had rusted and flaked off, and where they touched skin, veins swelled like black threads spreading outward, resembling cursed tattoos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they felt no pain, mechanically repeating fragmented chants: “Burn incense and pray,” “Slay the demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alleys and streets alike lay in utter ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Chengdu Prefecture seemed dragged into a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, reality and illusion overlapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only madness and blood-red hues reigned supreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers should have patrolled the city walls, but when the Dragon Palace Water Palace realm was drawn forth, all troops had received orders to withdraw and defend the gates of Shu Prince’s Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chengdu Prefecture now lay undefended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the open fields, a crimson mist surged through wind and snow, lashing wildly before crashing against the city wall with a thunderous thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist dispersed, revealing a disheveled figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Dragon Worship Sect’s leader, “Lang Wu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood streaming from his head, he screamed as he clawed at the edges of his bronze mask with all five fingers, trying to pry it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze Nuo mask’s protruding vertical eyes glowed with crimson light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mask had come alive—its crimson demonic aura thick as sap, like countless fine roots clinging tightly to Lang Wu’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mask loosened, the blood-red roots stretched longer and longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the bronze Nuo mask tore free and rolled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu’s face was now riddled with countless bloody holes, pitted and cratered, appearing horrifically mangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid it no mind, gasping for breath as he stared at the bronze mask on the ground, his eyes filled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This object was an ancient divine artifact of the ancient Shu Kingdom, inscrutable and mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by others, he used it to absorb and contain the demonic aura trapped within the Dragon Palace Water Palace, transforming it entirely into demonic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its power had grown greater—but so had its danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not needed to evade the Yin Spirits’ troops, he would never have used it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the ritual had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Li Yan still be connected to the Dragon Maiden…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lang Wu” could not fathom it, but he had no time to ponder—he grabbed the mask, wrapped it in tattered cloth, rose, and staggered toward the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the city, chaos reigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mad citizens wandered like drunkards, their torches’ red glow and lanterns’ blood shadows weaving into a net, attacking anyone untouched by the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Lang Wu paid them no heed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nuo mask in his arms emitted crimson light, and the cursed, frenzied citizens nearby, affected by its aura, ignored him entirely, parting to let him pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Lang Wu reached the gates of the Shu Prince’s Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shu Prince’s Palace, however, presented a different scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every few dozen meters along its perimeter stood ritual flags three zhang tall, fluttering violently in the snowstorm, each hanging a massive white lantern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the white lanterns, black ink characters spelled out the large character “Mourning,” accompanied by lotus flowers and immortal cranes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were called “Mourning Lanterns,” originating from the Song Dynasty, also known as “Soul-Guiding Lanterns,” said to illuminate the path for the deceased to reach the Underworld and prevent them from becoming lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In some northern regions, it was customary to hang white lanterns in courtyards on the seventh night after death, allowing the departed to “return home for a visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hang them now was, admittedly, inauspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the one hundred eight ritual flags surrounding the Shu Prince’s Palace, paired with one hundred eight “Mourning Lanterns,” formed a sealing array that blocked the thick fog and crimson glow of the city outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold white clashed sharply with the frenzied red, clearly divided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garrison troops dispatched to Chengdu now camped outside the palace walls—nearly thirty thousand soldiers, their tents stretching endlessly, completely surrounding the Prince’s Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not been cursed; standing firm in the snowstorm, holding long spears, they gazed across at the mad world beyond, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though ordered to come, their loyalty to the Shu Prince far outweighed their allegiance to the distant Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, each of them felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene looked nothing like preparation for declaring himself king…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, no one dared ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the high walls, squads of the Shu Prince’s personal Black Feather Guards, armed with new-style firearms, rode horses in patrols, radiating lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, someone had voiced doubt—and was executed on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mangled corpses still hung from the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a distant dark alley, Lang Wu observed covertly; he did not attempt a frontal breach, but turned and entered a nearby civilian home, leaping into a well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This well connected directly to the moat surrounding the Shu Prince’s Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Lang Wu could not perform water-dodging, his qi was exceptionally long-lasting—he slipped beneath the water, traversed the irrigation channel in one breath, and emerged inside the Shu Prince’s Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he surfaced again, he was in the palace garden’s pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this place well; slipping through shadows, he swiftly slipped into a woodshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustling sounds arose; when he pushed open the door, he now wore eunuch robes, bowing low, heading toward the Eastern Six Palaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, occasional soldiers stood guard, eunuchs and palace maids wandered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever questioned, Lang Wu remained silent and handed over his waist token; if pressed further, he simply used a mind-confusing spell to deflect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, he would never dare such recklessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he neared the Eastern Six Palaces, Lang Wu looked up toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the main palace hall, lights blazed brightly, illuminating the night sky and snow mist; though blocked by the hall’s structure, Lang Wu knew—this was where the Shu Prince, with his elite disciples, was performing a ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth, dared not linger, and hurried to a small courtyard beside the Eastern Six Palaces, leaping over its wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though within the palace grounds, the courtyard was humble—only a single-story, low structure, utterly unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such courtyards were typically occupied by seven or eight eunuchs; now, they were eerily empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon entering, Lang Wu smelled blood—he paled instantly and rushed into the main chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, pitch black; on a communal bed, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged, his face pale, his chest soaked in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu’s heart leapt—he rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes—darkness illuminated by eerie, cold, authoritative glimmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Master, forgive your servant’s failure!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu startled, immediately dropping to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man was Li Wenyuan, the immortal who had descended to earth by borrowing the spirit of the River God, reborn as a mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him unharmed, Lang Wu exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Li Wenyuan’s true identity—otherwise, how could he have abandoned his bright future to serve at his side?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An immortal reborn on earth was no simple matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the River God’s spiritual essence, he would still be in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the other side also failed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu felt puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan, still seated cross-legged, gazed at him—his eyes flickered with killing intent, then swiftly vanished. He spoke coldly: “Why did you fail?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Yan was parading outside the Qingyang Palace…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu quickly recounted the events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was the Flower Goddess’s procession,” Li Wenyuan said, his insight unmatched—he had once ascended to godhood. “The Dragon Maiden’s true form has always been tied to the Flower Goddess; she used her incense to reconstitute her divine soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This method must have been revealed by the Dragon Maiden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu clenched his teeth. “Divine Master—is there any way to remedy this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foolish fantasy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan spoke coldly. “The River God has barely clung to life for years—he should have been replaced by the Dragon Maiden long ago. I revived him through forbidden arts, but now the deed is done. No chance remains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu’s face darkened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his heart tightened—he turned toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the courtyard, heavy footsteps approached; the gate creaked open, and a figure stepped in, clad in yellow brocade dragon robes, wearing a crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than \"Prince of Shu\" Xiao Qipan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at the pitch-black room, his aged face expressionless, and said calmly, \"Comrade Li, I told you this method won't work—do you still wish to cooperate with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan, seated on the communal bunk, heard this; his eyes flickered with uncertainty. After a long wait, he slowly rose and stepped out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the wind and snow, the two stood in cold opposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince of Shu\" Xiao Qipan suddenly smiled, waved his hand slightly, and ordered, \"Everyone, retreat a hundred paces! Anyone caught eavesdropping will be executed on the spot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, the surrounding soldiers immediately withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu frowned and turned to look at Li Wenyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You too—leave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan’s face was icy; he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Divine Lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lang Wu carefully handed over the cloth bundle, then departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the small courtyard, he also moved a hundred paces away, watching the soldiers who watched him with predatory eyes; he let out a cold snort, his gaze filled with gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the identities of the two men inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a famous Daoist alchemist from the Qin era, hiding among mortals, having undergone several reincarnations with grand designs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was a disciple of Shen Wentai, the mysterious Fangshi of Jiuyi Mountain mentioned in the \"Biographies of Immortals,\" who had ascended to godhood but secretly descended to the mortal realm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had once cooperated, then turned against each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them lay some immense secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite his life-and-death service, he still could not earn their trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Lang Wu’s heart filled with bitter resentment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard, \"Prince of Shu\" Xiao Qipan suddenly formed a hand seal; his facial muscles and bones twisted, transforming into a slender man, utterly free of his former aged appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the true face of Lu Sheng, the Qin-era Daoist alchemist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is better to be honest with each other, Comrade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled faintly, his demeanor now refined and scholarly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Wenyuan’s eyes flickered with envy. \"You’ve obtained the Elixir of Immortality—looks like you’ve deceived everyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng slowly straightened his chest; his spine cracked as bones realigned, his posture growing tall and upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled coolly. \"There is no Elixir of Immortality in this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In ancient Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West was divine, King Mu of Zhou was mortal, and the Ten Witches served as intermediaries—all those legends were merely symbols of the Path between Heaven and Mortal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since Yu the Great tamed the floods, the Path between Heaven and Mortal has been severed. Hou Yi obtained the Spirit Elixir, but never even tasted it himself—it fell into Chang’e’s hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The so-called Elixir I obtained is merely the lingering resonance of the Great Wilds—enough to reverse aging and shed one’s mortal form.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortals don’t understand, but you, Comrade, surely know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan spoke coldly: \"We agreed you’d give it to me once found—if I’d taken it, would I be in this miserable state?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng laughed silently. \"Didn’t you break the agreement first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan let out a cold snort. \"What you’re doing now wasn’t part of the original plan—why waste words trying to justify it?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng laughed freely, shaking his head. \"Comrade Li, you’ve lived among mortals for so long—you must have heard that Cheng Jianxin glimpsed the Path to Godhood, yet chose to destroy his own cultivation rather than ascend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that Path were truly good, why would he do such a thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your method merely repeats the same failure. Why not join us and replace it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Li Wenyuan’s face twisted with mockery. \"Where do you get the nerve?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When there’s no path left to retreat, courage naturally arises.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng’s gaze held a hint of amusement. \"You’re now a fugitive of the Heavenly Court—the Thunder Department will send hunters after you. Do you truly believe they’ll protect you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This transformation of mortal order is our chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t it also your chance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan’s expression darkened, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the rag-wrapped bronze Nuo mask, and said grimly: \"Your plan has flaws—someone will come to stop you. Once the Dragon Girl replaces the River God Lord, we can break open the Dragon Palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This object can subdue Erlang, inducing divine delirium…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, I’ve placed a curse on Xiao Jinghong’s wife—it will infect the secular deities worshipped in the Prince of Shu’s mansion, accelerating progress…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng smiled. \"I knew you kept a backup plan. Today, after we retrieve the treasure and depart, we’ll meet the other Comrades.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wenyuan nodded, though his eyes still held hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This will bring immense karmic retribution…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Comrade, you jest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng’s expression remained calm as he gazed at the fog-choked sky. \"Heaven and Earth have no mercy—all beings are but ants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortals’ lives are like morning dew—they must die. What does it matter to us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the two stepped out of the small courtyard again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Sheng had reverted to his Prince of Shu guise, leading his troops and Li Wenyuan to the palace gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them, the square held two towering ritual altars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one altar, dark mist swirled around a ghostly opera stage; Situ Qian had resumed his Ghost Zhong Kui form, wielding a ritual sword and umbrella, stepping backward in the Yin Dance, chanting a ghostly opera…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other altar stood Zhao Jie, who had escaped earlier—dressed in a black ritual robe, hair disheveled, holding a Luo Pan, his eyes fixed on the sky with desperate anticipation…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Chengdu, Li Yan and the others reached the edge of the thick fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There—we can leave from here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sha Li Fei pointed ahead, shouting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, over a thousand people followed closely—citizens of Chengdu who had participated in the Divine Procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their faces were pale, they had regained their senses, staring around in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Sha Li Fei’s words, some hesitantly took a few steps forward—and suddenly, the scenery changed drastically: the night wind was cool, the thick fog and howling wind gone, even the snowfall had ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back, they saw only a vast white expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more people stepped out, weeping with joy, kneeling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Immortal Master~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the crowd, an old man suddenly fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded: \"My family is still inside the city…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, Immortal Master, save my family!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many citizens followed suit, kneeling on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rest assured, go quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan’s expression was grave; he gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, he had little confidence in Chengdu’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his ears twitched, and he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woof! Woof! Woof!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, through the snow and wind, countless dog barks echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the snow-covered ground, countless plum-blossom paw prints appeared…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2691,"2026-06-19T18:28:35.913Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","97095adf5a116632bcad0f0e9a356560c49bab8cdea104891b2203161166d84c","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-606","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-604",801,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-cursed-blade-s-walk-cover.jpg"]