[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-dragon-lies-hidden":3,"chapter-the-dragon-lies-hidden-the-dragon-lies-hidden-chapter-105":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Dragon Lies Hidden",{"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},2289403,4477,"Chapter 105: I Have Immortal Elixir (Extra Chapter 9)","the-dragon-lies-hidden-chapter-105",105,"\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan simply plunged his longsword into the bedframe, seized the man’s head, and sealed his spiritual sense with Dao force. The man had concealed himself extremely well—his spiritual sense held only a faint glimmer—but Xiang Weiyuan possessed the Divine Hearing ability, so he saw that hidden glimmer clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fellow wasn’t an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator; he’d hidden his Foundation almost perfectly. Had the Immortal Lord’s Fengshui Array Plate not caught his karmic thread, Xiang Weiyuan could have walked right past him face-to-face without noticing anything amiss—mistaking him for a mere Body Casting cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Xiang Weiyuan had seen his Foundation, no amount of feigned terror would help. He had to admit—the man’s performance was astonishingly realistic, making Xiang Weiyuan momentarily doubt his own judgment. Even officers like Liao Assistant Regional Commander and Ren Youwei would have to bow to him as master of acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But overacting was just as bad—it felt exaggerated. For instance, Xiang Weiyuan had clearly come across as a man seeking wealth, yet this fellow acted like he’d been murdered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hidden Foundation couldn’t be faked, and the Immortal Lord’s Array Plate never erred. Xiang Weiyuan sneered inwardly: If you want to act, I’ll let you act till you’re exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Foundation Establishment cultivator with sealed spiritual sense was nothing but clay in Xiang Weiyuan’s hands—molded however he pleased. Even the Immortal Lord’s Golden Core could only submit; every struggle was merely entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan casually pressed down with overwhelming force, pinning the young cultivator face-down onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, his struggles intensified fivefold—some immense power surged forth, like a fish leaping from water, thrashing and twisting until it shoved aside Xiang Weiyuan’s hand and flipped over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan paused, but whether he faced up or down made no difference—only a matter of order. A thorough search was mandatory; until he uncovered every hidden trick and powerful artifact on this man’s person, Xiang Weiyuan wouldn’t rest easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pinning him, Xiang Weiyuan reached into his robes, carefully groping. But the moment his hand landed, it gripped a large patch of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan froze. Female?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young cultivator’s face flushed red; she bit her lower lip, glancing away. Though humiliated, she now knew her true identity was exposed—and since he was clearly drawn to such things, perhaps he’d spare her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xiang Weiyuan, though startled, didn’t stop his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a Foundation established, the Dao techniques available multiplied endlessly—even the bed-and-breakfast novels could spin wild tales, and cultivators would make them even wilder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, many illusion techniques could make the unreal feel real: nothing might exist, yet you’d see it, touch it, sense it—yet all you were fiddling with was air. In some supremely refined illusions, a man might believe he’d been killed—even if the killing weapon didn’t exist—and he’d truly die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If illusions could do this, how many more Dao techniques and artifacts could achieve similar effects? Even if what Xiang Weiyuan touched was truly flesh, that was no reason to stop. This person was bound by the Immortal Lord’s Array Plate—impossible to be innocent. If Xiang Weiyuan didn’t search her thoroughly, he might risk his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searching a cultivator’s body differed from searching a commoner’s. A cultivator’s flesh had countless uses: some used false forms to cultivate truth, others wore shells over their true bodies, some even forged parts of themselves into artifacts, and some hid powerful artifacts directly within their flesh. For instance, though the Immortal Lord’s sash was tied around Xiang Weiyuan’s waist, the actual silk thread had been pulled out and sealed inside his left hand. Anyone who tried to yank his sash would taste the Immortal Lord’s divine awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, this person’s face was merely pleasant among men, ordinary among female cultivators. Xiang Weiyuan had grown up surrounded by divine beings like Bao Yun and Ji Liuli; if it were them… he immediately banished the thought—thinking too much invited lightning strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, even Xiang Weiyuan himself looked far better than her. So in his eyes, this woman was no different from wood or stone—her thoughts meant nothing to him. He just wanted to finish his task quickly. As the novels said: such plain looks carried no karmic thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan searched meticulously—and indeed found numerous artifacts, talismans, spiritual materials, and elixirs; soon a small pile gathered beside him. She’d truly hidden several items within her flesh, yet none escaped his grasp. As he searched onward, her struggles grew fiercer, her face turning from red to purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan didn’t care how a fish on the chopping block wriggled—he pressed deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden warning flashed through Xiang Weiyuan’s mind—the danger level matched that of facing the Northern Liao Snow Eagle! In that instant, Xiang Weiyuan thought of countless things…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he decided: even the Northern Liao Snow Eagle couldn’t kill him, and the Immortal Lord’s divine awareness wasn’t needed yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings abruptly shifted into a deep, ancient hall, all in ruin. The platforms on either side stood empty—no idea what they once enshrined. In the center stood a statue, but its head and half its body were gone, leaving only the lower half. The broken statue was caked with dried blood. No lamps burned; only a few slivers of moonlight pierced through a half-open door and a hole in the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the woman and Xiang Weiyuan appeared in the hall’s center—Xiang Weiyuan still pinning her as he probed deeper. Time seemed frozen. Xiang Weiyuan’s awareness remained clear, yet he couldn’t move an inch. On her body, a spectral figure of a stunning woman in red robes opened her eyes—pupils cold, utterly devoid of emotion. She rose, lifted his chin, and blew a breath of icy air into his nostrils!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That breath was bone-chilling, saturated with incense and prayer power—nothing like the breath of the living. The yin energy entered his nostrils and surged straight into his spiritual sense, transforming into a wind capable of annihilating all things and corroding spiritual forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the yin wind spun uselessly across the vast land, unable to find anything to blow upon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clearly possessed some intelligence. At first, it instinctively aimed for the ground, but immediately pulled back. Then it spotted the Jade Mountain—and rushed toward it with glee, blasting it fiercely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jade Mountain stood unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The yin wind, capable of crippling spiritual forms, vanished without leaving even a speck. Logically, the withered branch should’ve been the ideal target—but for some reason, the wind refused to touch it. Yet after that blast, one of Xiang Weiyuan’s newly acquired karmic threads vanished into thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-robed woman’s eyes suddenly gained spirit—as if someone, through her gaze, gazed deeply into Xiang Weiyuan, then vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruined hall dissolved; the room returned to its original state. The woman still lay pinned beneath Xiang Weiyuan, maintaining her futile struggle. But Xiang Weiyuan’s face grew cold—fake beard and eyebrows crumbled away, every disguise technique obliterated by the red-robed woman’s yin breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That yin breath was extremely potent—it bypassed Xiang Weiyuan’s flesh entirely, striking his spiritual sense. Even a True Person’s spiritual form would’ve been grievously wounded; it bore a faint echo of the Immortal Lord’s divine awareness, ignoring defenses. But such direct attacks on Foundation or spiritual form met their perfect counter in Xiang Weiyuan—a tiny gust meeting the earth: no matter how hard it blew, it could only sweep dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the yin wind had erased one of his karmic threads—truly formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan suddenly remembered: why had he only had two karmic threads left? Where did the third go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then hastened his search—wanted to finish quickly and return to the neighbor. That neighbor was merely a mortal, yet one karmic thread had vanished because of him—he must harbor a great secret!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman beneath him stared fixedly at Xiang Weiyuan’s face. Her struggles weakened by nine-tenths; blushing, she endured silently until he finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan discovered another four or five powerful artifacts on her—impossible to imagine such a thin robe could conceal so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan swept all items into his silk-thread space, then seized the woman and burst through the window, flying toward the Tranquil Rest Inn. In a blink, he returned to the neighboring courtyard room—the young man, drained of vitality, lay sprawled like a star, glued to the wall by Dao art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan dropped the woman, pointed at the bed, and said: “Go sit there. Don’t play tricks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” She nodded, obediently walking over and sitting on the bed’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Weiyuan pulled over a chair, plopped down, and stared back and forth between the two—his anger mounting. He’d labored tirelessly, attained enlightenment, and earned three karmic threads—yet in less than a meal’s time, two had vanished into these two fools?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought, the angrier he grew—especially at the man glued to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fellow hadn’t even begun Blood Integration, let alone Foundation Establishment. He was cowardly, clueless, endlessly absorbed in novels, never knowing restraint. Xiang Weiyuan had thought him harmless, so he’d glued him to the wall with Dao art, added a karmic thread seal for caution, then gone to capture the second karmic thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, in the time it took to search him, he’d consumed a full karmic thread? Even the Northern Liao prince hadn’t been this costly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, a body search shouldn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he was hiding something, pretending to be harmless. But now he was in Xiang Weiyuan’s grasp, sealed by karmic threads—unless he was an Immortal Lord, he had no chance of escape. Since he wanted to play the pig, Xiang Weiyuan would treat him as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone addicted to novels and sleepless nights, Xiang Weiyuan had plenty of methods. He drew his sword and stabbed it just below the man’s groin—the blade slicing through layers of clothing, stopping a hair’s breadth from flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak! Who are you? One false word, and I’ll slice that tiny thing of yours into pieces!” Xiang Weiyuan roared, voice fierce. The man on the wall nearly fainted; the woman on the bed also startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the woman on the bed, seeing this scene, realized it wasn’t what she’d assumed—no intimacy had occurred between them. Perhaps this sword-wielding bastard wasn’t as evil as she thought?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the wall trembled violently, yet somehow found courage—he thrust his neck forward and shouted: “Where’s it small?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he moved, his flesh brushed the blade—a chilling sensation shot through him, nearly scattering his soul. His courage vanished; he screamed, “Mercy, great king! I have a bottle of Immortal Elixir—take one pill each morning, noon, and night—it cures all ailments!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1778,"2026-06-20T03:38:27.933Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4af61ba207f20cb316fd46bd5b37286ac6f0c35429d1ab47983424a1b0a16349","the-dragon-lies-hidden-chapter-106","the-dragon-lies-hidden-chapter-104",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-dragon-lies-hidden-cover.jpg"]