[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars":3,"chapter-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-32":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Path Among the Stars",{"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},2319964,4537,"Chapter 32: Fierce Battle","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>In the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu sprinted between the trees, limbs straining as if a true wolf in full flight—each leap sent clods of earth spraying, covering two or three zhang in distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trees ahead suddenly vanished, revealing an open patch of ground; he halted instinctively, standing tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, on the open ground, the young Huang couple had just leapt down from a blue jade lotus, blocking his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two fellow cultivators, must we truly fight?” Wang Yu held his iron essence blade horizontally before him, gazing at the pair with grave expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing two Qi Condensation fourth- and fifth-layer cultivators, to claim he felt no fear or tension would be a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their artifacts and cultivation levels were far superior to his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang brother, what choice do we have now? If you live, my wife and I won’t survive today,” the young Huang man said flatly, then flicked his sleeve—the silver slender sword slid into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the young woman sighed and urged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang brother, you haven’t even condensed your spiritual root—you’re merely a pseudo-cultivator. You can never be our match. Better one dies than two. Kill yourself, and you’ll be reborn sooner. We’ll leave your body whole, bury you properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft, but her words were cruel; Wang Yu nearly lunged to slash her where she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dream on. You want to live? I don’t want to die. If you want my life, come take it.” Wang Yu suppressed his rage, instantly forming a hand seal, muttering incantations—but the spell imprint in his spiritual sea failed to coalesce, turning his face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough talk. Fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man had grown impatient and strode forward, tossing a green talisman upward—immediately, a green sword shadow hovered above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his wrist again; the silver slender sword slashed once, launching a semi-transparent wind blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swoosh.” “Swoosh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green sword shadow mirrored the slender sword’s motion, launching another palm-sized wind blade toward Wang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu startled, leaping sideways several steps, barely evading both wind blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Huang man’s silver slender sword had already slashed eight or nine times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of wind blades howled toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu drew a deep breath, dropped low, planting hands and feet on the ground, and began leaping and bounding at astonishing speed—each movement barely avoiding the wind blades at impossible angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Body Tempering Art!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the Huang man realized something, his face darkening; his sword movements slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman, surprised, furrowed her brows, then raised one hand, revealing a blue token, muttering incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The token glowed intensely blue; glistening ice spikes began forming before her, multiplying rapidly—within moments, seven or eight hovered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu silently cursed, freezing mid-motion, rising upright, and whirling his long blade into a whirlwind as he charged the nearest Huang man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man sneered, slashing wildly with his slender sword like a rainstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dense swarm of wind blades shrieked through the air, rushing forth in a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu felt his iron essence blade tremble violently in his grip—each impact struck like a sledgehammer; his palms burned, and he nearly dropped the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, the young woman cried out sharply, thrusting her token forward—ice spikes shot forth in a crystalline line straight for Wang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s heart tightened; he slashed his iron essence blade forward several times, then swiftly brought it horizontally across his chest—the move was a technique from the Rending Wind Sword Art, forced into execution with his long blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom!” Half the ice spikes shattered under his blows; the other half were blocked by the blade—but each impact forced him back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could relax, he suddenly shivered, his hands numb, his body sluggish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized then—the shattered ice spikes had transformed into a chilling aura that now enveloped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man laughed, and the green sword shadow above his head vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he paid it no mind, striding forward, flicking his slender sword—creating countless sword shadows that engulfed Wang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Overclock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu silently murmured without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses exploded in intensity; everything around slowed to a crawl, his mind entered hyper-mode, and his control over every muscle in his body surged—his mobility instantly restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exploded with his legs, launching himself backward five or six zhang like a crossbow bolt, then jammed his long blade into his waist, crouched low, gripped the hilt with his left hand, and fixed his gaze on the Huang man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man paused, stunned—but quickly sneered, muttering incantations, flicking his sleeve—a dry straw doll flew out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doll landed, then dissolved into writhing yellow light, reforming into another Huang man—identical attire, identical silver slender sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Huang men flashed back and forth seven or eight times, then split left and right, swinging their swords as they charged Wang Yu—indistinguishable, true or false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman held her token aloft, muttering again; its glow intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, Wang Yu let out a low growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drawcut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swoosh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot toward the left Huang man without hesitation—a massive blade-light blazed into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long blade slammed into the man’s neck—but was halted by a sudden blue light shield; yet the immense force behind the strike still shoved him backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shield dimpled inward under the blade’s edge, its glow flickering wildly, faintly resonating with the young woman’s token.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman shrieked, pouring her internal Qi frantically into the token.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Huang man’s body erupted in flame, then dissolved like a bubble—leaving only a charred straw doll on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man barely steadied himself, his face twisted with fury and shock; a flash of rage crossed his features, and he roared, thrusting his slender sword like lightning at Wang Yu’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu didn’t hesitate—his right hand shot out faster, gripping the sword’s blade, fingers squeezing hard, twisting it backward until it became a twisted spiral—his palm unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huang man felt searing heat in his palm; the sword slipped free—but from his other hand, a gleaming short sword silently appeared, stabbing fiercely toward Wang Yu’s abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu roared, his arm gripping the long blade suddenly thickening, the blade driving forward with brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack.” “Crack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue shield shattered under the pressure; a flash of cold light—and a head rolled to the ground, a geyser of blood spouting skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headless body swayed, then collapsed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huang Lang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman screamed, a blood-curdling cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under Overclock control, Wang Yu felt no emotion—he stomped again, charging toward her with his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cursed endlessly, her token flashing blue, launching wave after wave of ice spikes—but Wang Yu twisted and dodged, evading each one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a few swift steps, he stood before her, swinging his long blade—a flash of cold light swept toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gasped, flinging her sleeve—out flew a yellow ribbon that wrapped around the unsuspecting Wang Yu, trapping him; a cruel smile twisted her beautiful face, and she formed a hand seal, hurling her blue token with all her might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The token exploded into a storm of ice needles, firing at the trapped Wang Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>",1208,"2026-06-20T15:44:30.991Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9211fcd0bdd59145f87796c882adfe5ec705e7b51f317b523cdbcbcdbb90a87d","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-33","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-31",530,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-path-among-the-stars-cover.jpg"]