[{"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-751":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},2263056,4415,"Chapter 751","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-751",751,"\u003Cp>Huh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the open field and woods, a sudden gale erupted, scattering leaves in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the gale subsided, there stood Li Yan and Lin Fatty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan swiftly tore off the spirit talismans; before he even touched the ground, he vanished in a flash of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Lin Fatty, he swayed unsteadily and vomited all over the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan shook his head slightly upon seeing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to save the man, his Northern Emperor Divine Step Technique had indeed been slightly faster than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up, he saw sparse moonlight, and a dilapidated temple stood alone outside the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The originally low courtyard wall had collapsed in large sections; only half of the weathered temple gate remained, leaning crookedly toward the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple door was gone, leaving only a hollow frame, pitch-black inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roof had caved in, allowing moonlight to pour through the gap, illuminating the temple’s broken stone deity statue—its arms severed, head missing, leaving only half a rotting torso, no different from any other ruined temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Li Yan frowned slightly and signaled Lin Fatty to move aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s someone inside. Strong martial skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could smell a faint, lingering stench of blood, hidden behind the statue in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Jili  concealed, it escaped neither his sense of smell nor his hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan feigned ignorance and stepped slowly into the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, thick dust lay undisturbed; there were traces of cleaning before the statue, and the firepit had just gone out, still smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul wind erupted suddenly from the dark corner behind the statue!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark shadow shot out like a spring, both legs whirling like steel whips in rapid succession, the force of each kick stirring up dust from the ground—swift, treacherous, targeting Li Yan’s waist, abdomen, and lower body vital points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each kick carried tremendous power, each strike piercing the air with a sharp whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuojiao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan’s pupils contracted slightly, yet his expression remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not dodge or evade; his feet rooted like ancient tree roots, waist and legs unified, his left hand rose in a sealing, closing motion—*pop, pop, pop, pop!*—a rapid drumbeat of crisp impacts, precisely striking the sides of the opponent’s shins or the vulnerable tendons of his ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He absorbed the brutal, continuous leg strikes effortlessly, neutralizing them with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By moonlight, the attacker’s form became clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged beggar in tattered clothes, his face sallow, yet his eyes gleaming with sharp intensity, his lower body strikingly stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his ambush failed, he flashed a look of surprise, but his movements did not pause—he launched another flurry of Chuojiao kicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power deepened, each strike lethal, clearly aiming to overwhelm Li Yan with speed before he could stabilize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan frowned slightly, suddenly shifting his palm into a claw, seizing the instant when the beggar’s move had fully extended and new power had yet to form—he shot forward like lightning, gripping the beggar’s left ankle at the Sanyinjiao acupoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This grip was as swift as a phantom, wielding immense force—the Red Fist Grappling Hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beggar felt a sudden, searing pain and numbness in his ankle; the strength supporting his body drained away, causing him to lurch forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed disaster—twisting his waist mid-air, he desperately tried to change tactics to save himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But would Li Yan give him the chance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eagle claw clamped down, then pulled and twisted with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled groan, and the man crashed heavily to the ground, dust exploding upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, fear flashed in his eyes—he stared at Li Yan’s youthful face, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to move again, but sharp pain in his internal organs told him he was already internally injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan ignored him, stepped forward in a swift lunge, and seized the clay gourd from the stone hand of the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like many heavenly treasures, it looked utterly unremarkable, its spiritual aura concealed—had it not been for Lin Fatty’s ability to detect aura, combined with the spirit-wandering state, no one would have noticed it even if it lay right before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Yan take the gourd, the man on the ground turned pale. “Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words left his lips than a sharp rustle of fabric pierced the air outside the temple door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yan spun around, gourd in hand, alertly facing the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure descended before the temple, bathed in moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer was slender and lean, clad in a Confucian robe—it was Zhao Tong, the tutor who had been pursuing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had clearly used some form of teleportation to catch up; the wind around him had not yet settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Yan’s wary gaze, Zhao Tong did not advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Li Yan had found the lost soul of the shopkeeper Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concerning the truth behind the Sage Duke’s death, he had no desire to stir up further trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his gaze fell upon the beggar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the moonlight, though the man had smeared himself with dirt to appear filthy, his facial structure and eyes remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Tong immediately pulled a scroll from his sleeve, unrolled it for confirmation, then his eyes turned icy. “Shadowless Leg Li Qi—I knew you were hiding here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Li Yan instantly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered clearly: on the night the Sage Duke died, a family retainer from Kong Zhenlin’s side vanished mysteriously—his name was Shadowless Leg Li Qi. Clearly, this matter was far from simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposed, Li Qi’s face turned ashen. Unable to move due to internal injury, he fixed his gaze with grim resolve, bit his lip, and slammed his head straight into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a master of internal force—this blow would surely shatter his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly, a whisper of wind reached his ear, then darkness swallowed his vision—he fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Zhao Tong outside, having flicked a copper coin dart to knock him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take this one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Tong, the tutor, looked at Li Yan. “Go save the others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, Li Yan stepped out quickly, taking Lin Fatty with him as they once again activated the Divine Step Technique and departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him leave, Zhao Tong strode into the ruined temple, ignoring the unconscious Shadowless Leg Li Qi on the ground, meticulously searching every corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadowless Leg Li Qi certainly didn’t act alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to uncover who was targeting the Kong family…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the side chamber, candlelight flickered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the room, two eight-legged tables had been pushed together to form a bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper Kong lay upon it, surrounded by red cords strung with copper coins, used to bind his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the Emperor’s decree, purify the cosmos, the Twenty-Eight Mansions line the Seven Stars, open the Celestial Dipper, fly the Heavenly Wolf…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Daoxuan chanted the Soul-Fixing Spell, fingers forming talismanic seals, placing the gourd atop Kong’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, wind arose out of nowhere; the candle flame swayed, and a chill descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the soul re-entered the body, Kong convulsed violently—his eyelids ceased trembling, his breathing steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after completing this did Wang Daoxuan exhale deeply, wiping the sweat from his brow: “Done! The soul has returned to its vessel; the Soul-Settling Art has taken effect. The shopkeeper has suffered grave depletion—his spirit deeply wounded. He must sleep for at least two or three days before regaining awareness. He must rest in silence, undisturbed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s tense hearts finally eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Shangzhao rushed to his father’s bedside, watching his father’s gaunt, weary but steady breathing, silent tears streaming down his face. He bowed deeply to Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan, gratitude overflowing beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing Kong’s placement, the group returned to the front hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew quiet, yet carried a faint sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, after all that Zheteng  tonight, we finally got him back,” Sha Lifei gulped down a cup of cold tea, breaking the silence. “The waters of Jinan Prefecture are truly murky!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuai Dayou crossed his arms and sneered: “Learned something today. Back in the capital, everyone said the Kong family was powerful—now look, they’re tearing each other apart. And who killed the Sage Duke? Who’s Li Qi working for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Sha Lifei were both gossipmongers—perfectly matched in taste.\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-19T18:28:35.913Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","48a62749c9b9878e9bac3c537baea8c739d4dd15c72d3060458e0d9a8cc0d044","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-752","the-cursed-blade-s-walk-chapter-750",801,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-cursed-blade-s-walk-cover.jpg"]