[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-path-of-immortality":3,"chapter-the-path-of-immortality-the-path-of-immortality-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Path of Immortality",{"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},2271197,4436,"Chapter 47: Chapter Forty-Seven: Who Is the Yellow Bird?","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>Rong State originally had five Qi-Condensation retainers, hired at great expense by the Rong clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, upon discovering Tong Gaolu’s hidden disloyalty, Rong Tuo acted decisively, sending the five retainers to ambush and kill him during one of his hunting excursions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Rong Tuo, this seemed an effortless task, utterly simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Qi-Condensation cultivators against Tong Gaolu alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The advantage is ours!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Tong Gaolu turned the heavens upside down, he could not escape this killing strike—he would die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rong Tuo never anticipated that in that battle, Tong Gaolu crushed three of the five Qi-Condensation retainers outright, leaving only Huang Zaichen and Qian Qi barely alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Qian Qi, shaken by witnessing Tong Gaolu’s might—as if he hated heaven for lacking handles and earth for lacking rings—joined Tong Gaolu’s ranks in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Tuo barked sharply at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short, middle-aged Qian Qi instantly grew flustered, glancing awkwardly at Tong Gaolu, his eyes darting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General, I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fickle traitor—I cannot let you live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu sighed, a flash of light appearing in his hand as he gripped a pair of Purple-Gold Shatter-Spirit Hammers, swinging them violently toward the terrified Qian Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air erupted with a muffled drum-like boom; Qian Qi hastily waved a red flag, summoning countless crimson clouds to shield himself—but the hammer’s force was overwhelming, shattering the clouds instantly, and the residual impact sent Qian Qi flying dozens of zhang away, blood spurting from nose and mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three of the Rong clan turned pale—Qian Qi was at least Qi-Condensation Level Four, yet he couldn’t even block a single strike?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Jin could no longer hold back; he formed a hand seal and exhaled a furious gale from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Tuo activated his chain talisman, releasing dots of black radiance that slithered like a long serpent toward Tong Gaolu. Rong Xuantao and Huang Zaichen also unleashed their techniques, sparks of spiritual energy flashing everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the assault, Tong Gaolu merely opened his mouth and roared—a thunderous bellow that shook the void, drowning every attack in sound waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zaichen, the weakest among them, felt his fetal breath disorder at the roar, his vision darkening as he nearly tumbled from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu ignored the rest, stepping to the dying Qian Qi and swinging his hammer—crushing him into a pulpy mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, one Qi-Condensation cultivator lay dead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though the attackers, excluding Chen Hang, numbered four, all now stood frozen in terror, none daring to strike first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, weren’t you here to take Tong’s life? Why just stand there watching?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu didn’t wipe the blood from his face, only turned to Chen Hang and said: “Are you afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all—I merely wish to observe your flesh cultivation technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Observe?” Tong Gaolu sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent—it belongs to me now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang smiled, gripping something from his sleeve and hurling it skyward—immediately, thunder roared, booming with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this sight, Tong Gaolu’s expression shattered for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thunderfire Lightning Pearl! This isn’t Yangshan Daoist’s talisman… Wait—Yi is in your hands?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang lightly waved his hand, and countless bolts of lightning rained down; simultaneously, his green bamboo spear became a streak of emerald light, piercing straight toward Tong Gaolu’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu raised his Purple-Gold Hammer before him, barely blocking the exploding lightning—but even in that single clash, he winced inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mid-grade talisman, wielded by Chen Hang’s fetal breath, was far more ferocious than when held by Yangshan Daoist! Only his unbreakable flesh saved him—if anyone else had been struck, they’d already be paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his greatest strength wasn’t his cultivation base or any mid-grade talisman—it was his unyielding body. So he broke off combat, summoning his escape light to close the distance and kill Chen Hang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chen Hang had anticipated his intent—and would never let him near. He retreated swiftly, engaging in a mobile duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder and lightning rained ceaselessly, pinning Tong Gaolu down in relentless bombardment, while the green bamboo spear occasionally pierced through, scorching his flesh but failing to pierce his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu’s body was indeed extraordinarily resilient—neither the Thunderfire Lightning Pearl nor the green bamboo spear could kill him, only leave him battered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, will you continue to watch from the sidelines?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu summoned one of his golden hammers, hurling it skyward like a piercing golden rainbow, making the air howl with its passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang dared not block it directly; he activated his Qi-Essence Jade to barely hold it back for a moment, then used the opening to flee in a flash of light, transmitting a message to Rong Tuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know—I have a talisman left by my ancestor, but it requires me to be within half a zhang to activate, and it takes several breaths… No good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Hang dodge, and frustrated by being trapped under the thunder and lightning, Tong Gaolu roared and raised his other golden hammer, hurling it toward Rong Tuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the Qianwu Sect’s Qiankun Bag, he was once the poorest among wandering cultivators, having learned no true cultivation techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not stumbled upon the “Earth Palace Golden Scripture,” the imperial retainers would have easily slain him long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now Tong Gaolu’s strength could shake mountains and shatter cities—neither Chen Hang nor Rong Tuo could afford to ignore him or stand firm against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the golden hammer hurtling toward him, Rong Tuo screamed and summoned a storm of sand and stones—but his minor Wind and Mist Technique was no match for the hammer’s force; it shattered instantly upon contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other choice, at the last possible moment, Rong Tuo hurled a small golden figurine from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the figurine exploded midair, Rong Tuo used the distraction to flee—barely escaping death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Close range… I understand. Only this will work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang formed a hand seal, recalling the Pearl and the bamboo spear, then communicated mentally with Tu Shan Ge before descending his escape light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tong Gaolu—don’t you want your son to live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang coldly called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Hang retracted his talismans, Tong Gaolu finally caught his breath—he staggered to his feet, only to see a yellow-robed youth approaching, dragging the severed-armed Tong Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?!” Rong Tuo’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had known Chen Hang had summoned others by flight the day before—but now he realized the one brought was Tong Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he received another transmission from Chen Hang, and his heart tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yi?” Tong Gaolu stared at his wretched son, his rage intensifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want him alive, cut off one of your own arms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang pointed at Tong Yi, speaking calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu’s face darkened; he fell silent for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I cut off an arm, will my son and I still live? Your fetal breath is strong—I cannot match you, and I’m trapped by your talismans! But can you even break my flesh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu’s gaze grew colder: “Kill him then! He’s but one son—I can have more!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Yi had been glowing with hope upon seeing Tong Gaolu—but these words froze him in place, his face twisting with venomous hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You old beast, vile bastard—do you want me to die? What kind of thing are you? A lowly stable boy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Yi cursed violently, spewing filth without end—even Rong Tuo stood stunned, chuckling softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...This bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu’s chest burned with fury—he longed to tear Tong Yi’s mouth apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you won’t cut off your arm, then fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Chen Hang seized Tong Yi’s collar while he was still screaming, and hurled him far toward Tong Gaolu:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a kind man—I cannot bear to see families torn apart. Let them reunite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu’s heart leapt with hidden joy; he didn’t consider Chen Hang’s possible schemes, only opened his arms to catch his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Yi was, after all, his son… Had the boy not been so exceptionally gifted, Tong Gaolu might have killed him himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant Tong Gaolu embraced him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A freezing, tyrannical true qi exploded within him, surging into his body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His five organs froze as if petrified; the cold surged like a raging dragon, tearing through his insides like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Tong Gaolu’s formidable flesh stiffened, frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Tuo, already warned by Chen Hang’s transmission, no longer hesitated—he pulled out a crimson talisman, gritting his teeth in fear, stepping within half a zhang of Tong Gaolu, and activating it with his fetal breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman floated upward, threads of crimson spiritual light intertwining; after five full breaths, it slowly solidified into the shape of a blood-red flying shuttle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How… not ready yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zaichen, hovering far above on a cloud, trembled with chattering teeth—this time, he had come only out of courage and loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in actual combat, he and Rong Jin, Rong Xuantao, had merely been striking at the edges, useless in the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Why isn’t it ready yet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Tuo, beside Tong Gaolu, was frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this distance, if Tong Gaolu awoke, one slap would turn him into paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As all held their breath, the blood-red shuttle finally fully formed, emitting a clear, low hum—just as Tong Gaolu’s eyelids began to twitch violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move! Kill! Kill! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Tuo’s heart shattered—he screamed wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shuttle leapt upward, becoming a streak of radiant light; with a grating, sickening crunch, it finally pierced through Tong Gaolu’s skull, slowly dissolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AAAAAHHHHH!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Gaolu, barely freed from the “Cold Struggle True Qi,” let out a deafening scream, clutching his head and howling to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soundwave tore cracks across the ground; Rong Tuo felt his chest pound with pressure, and seeing the madman, he fled in panic, scrambling away on all fours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still alive? What an incredible cultivation technique!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang praised, summoning the “Solid Inkstone” he had taken from Tong Jizhen, dropping it above Tong Gaolu’s head, and triggering its self-destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion’s power, paid for by the talisman’s destruction, was only slightly weaker than the blood shuttle’s strike!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman, forged from his own essence, shattered—Chen Hang’s body trembled, his face turning instantly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others, seeing this, were overjoyed and immediately unleashed their techniques, striking dozens of times until sparks flew everywhere from Tong Gaolu’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Chen Hang used the Green Bamboo Piercer to pierce through Tong Gaolu’s skull several times did he finally end his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly a body like a heavenly demon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang staggered over to Tong Gaolu’s side, collected his corpse, and Rong Tuo, watching all this, suddenly flickered his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll take my leave—don’t forget the conditions you promised me, friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang bowed in farewell, and from within his sleeves, several more pale, cold, azure-blue true qi strands drifted out, writhing like dragons and snakes, strikingly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He still has true qi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Rong Tuo—who had already been hesitating—completely abandoned his intentions, quickly bowed, and watched Chen Hang depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang said nothing more; he used his fetal breath to envelop Tu Shan Ge, then shot upward as a white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half a cup of tea’s time, the white light suddenly descended beside a mountain stream; in Tu Shan Ge’s terrified gaze, Chen Hang’s aura collapsed, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master! What happened to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Chen Hang and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my battle with Tong Gaolu, I exhausted my fetal breath; the self-destructing talisman artifact further wounded me deeply…” Chen Hang coughed up another mouthful of blood. “I feared Rong Tuo might grow greedy, so I forced myself to muster a final breath to scare him off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Master, didn’t you still have Cold Struggle True Qi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was an illusion—it’s long since used up… how could I have so much Cold Struggle True Qi?” Chen Hang smiled bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guard me—I need to restore some of my fetal breath first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he pulled out a talisman coin and began drawing in spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Shan Ge nodded frantically; just as he was about to use his spiritual power to obscure the surroundings, the grass and trees rustled suddenly, and a woman’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you wounded? I’ve finally waited for this moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the mountain woods, a blazing crimson light surged violently, striking out with lethal intent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Shan Ge tried to intercept it, but it was too late—he could only watch helplessly as the crimson light slashed toward Chen Hang’s head, his eyes nearly bursting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless metallic-sounding air currents surged, condensed like forged gold and iron, effortlessly blocking the once-certain crimson strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Shan Ge froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, Chen Hang was surrounded by a semi-transparent armor; he rose calmly from the ground, his aura steady, dense, vast, and profound—utterly unlike his earlier frail state, as if he had never been wounded at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re too hasty. I thought you’d wait a few breaths before striking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not wounded? You faked it to deceive me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s voice trembled with disbelief: “Wait—when did you realize I was here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think you hid well? Had I not feared your flying talisman artifact, I would have killed you long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang’s gaze grew deep and dark:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Chuyu—that’s your name? This place, with its mountains and waters, is perfect for your grave!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2232,"2026-06-19T22:29:59.276Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1a5cf8207d3fc4357ac8cf90367258c9f2ec7a90f910ad66dac879842b66dd7f","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-48","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-46",545,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-path-of-immortality-cover.jpg"]