[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-path-of-immortality":3,"chapter-the-path-of-immortality-the-path-of-immortality-chapter-91":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},2271241,4436,"Chapter 91: What If I Have No Regrets?","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>The last glow of day, faint and garish, like a murky channel of mixed hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening light spilled through the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang looked up at Chen Hang, helplessly; his usual pale moon-white Daoist robe had been stained by the setting sun, as if brushed with a mottled crimson, like peach blossoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against this deep, rich scene, his eyes remained as abyssal as ever, his brows indifferent, untouched by dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before so many eyes, gossip is inevitable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang met her gaze, fell silent for a moment, then turned his face slightly away: “Slander can melt bones, false words can burn gold—Sister, you must not be so intimate with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before so many eyes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang lifted her lashes, eyes widening slightly as she fixed him with a steady stare, her expression unchanged, yet her fingers clenched unconsciously in secret:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you close to these people? Or are they your intimate friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it because of others…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the face of this man remained the same cold indifference, all emotion suppressed, leaving no trace of sorrow or joy—impossible to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The evening light is truly beautiful to behold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang sighed hoarsely and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m saving his life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei murmured inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I returned to the Immortal Guest Lodge on Red Leaf Island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang, restless and distracted, suddenly felt a mischievous urge; he let out a cold snort, then gripped Chen’s hand tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at Yuan Yang with cool indifference, then clenched his hand just as firmly, my seven fingers pressing hard with an unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were truly the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang, who had been diligently eating her cake, heard this and was instantly flustered; she hastily shoved the remaining pastry into her mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed, then bowed with clasped fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Catch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender fingers had barely loosened a few inches when, with lightning speed, they clamped shut again—tighter than before—making Chen’s eyelid twitch once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is Chen Hang so curious? How did Yuan know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You forcibly pried open my hand and shoved something into my sleeve pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen couldn’t outmatch you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei’s face was expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shouhuo Sha requires Ming Shi Ru as an ingredient to preserve the essence—go buy some.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all that had transpired in past lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei glared at me impatiently, frowning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I have no regrets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know Sister isn’t you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang stared at Chen for a long while, then suddenly smiled; he sketched this person again and again in his heart, unable to suppress a surge of fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing I said nothing, Yuan Yang curled his pink lips into a sly, half-smile, gazing at our clasped hands: “How long do you plan to keep taking advantage of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll let go—watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, her pale cheeks flushed deep crimson; her heartbeat pounded like a drum, impossible to hide—yet despite her shame, her gaze never wavered, firm and unshakable, more earnest than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You rolled your eyes at Chen Hang, then closed your eyes with a teasing, smug grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyelid twitched involuntarily; I frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang looked deeply at Chen Hang, then bowed with clasped fists:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at that moment, seeing her damp lashes and those stubborn, resolute pupils, one couldn’t help but recall a plum-deer in the mountain stream, its leg broken, mired deep in mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to accompany your sister-in-law—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hundred-Zhang Dan, Little Treasure Yellow Dan, and Qingyu San… all are healing elixirs. There’s a specific order for taking them—follow the prescription below, or you’ll kill yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was sharp-tongued and unpredictable, full of strange notions even Shu Fei couldn’t rein in, often leaving him with a pounding headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not an obstacle to my Dao, nor am I an obstacle to you… Before I purge my inner demons, I will tell you again, face to face, how I truly feel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You pressed your lips straight, gazing fixedly at Chen Hang’s face, your eyes swirling with unspoken thoughts—thousands of words surged in your heart, yet remained silently buried in your throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had gathered silently along the floating bridge had long since been driven away by Qing Zhi and Wei Lingjiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang stared into those stubborn, earnest eyes, his gaze lowering, resting momentarily on her face, then finally drifting away with quiet indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, a knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei turned his face aside as if deep in thought, the smile lingering on his lips: “Brother, what do you think? Beautiful, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he always like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reborn into another life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But hearts are ever-changing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang felt his cheeks burn, yet a faint smile tugged at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slender waist, white teeth, rosy lips. Soft gaze, smooth skin, flawless texture. Her posture never fixed, her attire never rigid. Both laughter and frown suited her, whether adorned or plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang watched her departing figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang cut me off softly, transmitting his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang’s door was tightly shut; no one knew if he had gone out or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang bit her lip, as if not hearing his latter words, speaking slowly, word by word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen had intended not to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuan Brother, the Gangsha  martial cultivator you befriended in Huaiwu Cave—his success today was entirely due to my aid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet those eyes refused to relent, unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sat side by side beneath the white jade railing on the other side of the floating bridge, sharing a cake as large as a silver basin; sesame seeds rained down, dusting their clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I say I hate your preachy attitude! Like some rigid, out-of-date schoolmaster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang suddenly interrupted me with a cold laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not Yan Zhen—you wouldn’t treat him this way… Why won’t you believe me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how you see me, but the moment I see you, I feel warmth—as if we were destined to meet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not your sister-in-law—where do you get so much nonsense?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was calm, yet the end trembled faintly, her body stiffening for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s face was dazzlingly beautiful, radiating a rough, arresting allure—like the most brilliant bloom on a branch, luminous even among a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bored Wei Lingjiang had already grown close to Qing Zhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When night finally deepened, the horizon held only faint stars, and a full moon rose into the clear sky:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need only ask our hearts—no need to care what others say!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang stared at Chen Hang, speaking slowly, clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments earlier, there had been no expected piercing pain between our palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang fell silent for a long while, lowering his eyelids, lips pressed tight; he looked at you, his eyes flickering with a dreamlike haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you still a child, Sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, an unprecedented sense of helplessness washed over me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the difference from a concubine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not struggling, not calling for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before we met, Shu Fei had heard Chen Hang transmit to him so many words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That one—Shu Fei doesn’t need to accompany you. Even if you want to drink with him, it can wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he wants it, let him give it to the dogs—do whatever he likes! Give it to Baihe Cave’s senior sister, Zhu WanZhi, if he wants!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Shu Fei’s lips quickly curved upward; he smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling like crescent moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Yuan Yang pulled his lips wide in a silent laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang sat motionless on the mat, raised a finger, and unlocked the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely hung his head, eyes soft and pitifully gazing up—making one’s heart ache slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, your feelings for me are likely useless effort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? So what if they aren’t?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking those words, the young man seemed to break through some inner barrier; though still shy, he grew bolder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I will never regret it—I will never regret what I’ve done today! Yuan Yang has never had regrets!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Shu Fei possibly be doing this only to repeat the mistakes of his past life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Shu Fei follow, Yuan Yang turned his head and shot me a glance, lifting his rough jaw and letting out a huff, deliberately ignoring me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I brushed off the crumb bits clinging to my robe, then suddenly erased all smiles from my face, my gaze solemn and weighty as I sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only a few thoughts passed, it felt stretched impossibly long, leaving one unsure whether a moment had passed or merely a few blinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them gazed at each other in silence for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When their hands touched, Tai Xi pressed down sharply—Chen’s already broken finger bones trembled, throbbing heavily with pain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several flickers in Shu Fei’s gaze, he made a formal bow and took his leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang’s expression stiffened at the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were both hot-tempered martial fanatics, accustomed to unrestrained freedom for years; within two or three sentences, we were ready to throw punches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems unnecessary to elaborate—you’ve long known the truth yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s gone mad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at Shu Fei again, saw his impassive expression, clenched my teeth, and walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother always wears that scowling face—he really ought to smile more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you weren’t smiling just now either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Er…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen’s face stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know—I swore an oath: I must attain an immortal Dao, eternal life, and even if I die midway, I’ll have no regrets. I’m nothing like you—I have no family, no sect, no status. Everything I seek, I must fight for with my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Martial Eye can pierce all illusions—that was your own words.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one I can trust, the only one I do trust, is myself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, is that truly your heart’s desire—or merely a fleeting surge of bloodlust from inner demons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Yuan Yang and Chen arrived…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook my head and chuckled: “No, Chen Hang, you’ve truly underestimated me. Yuan isn’t some ignorant fool—I’m no ordinary genius either!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several breaths, Wei Lingjiang spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, he replied softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen shook his head: “I have no time—I’m not—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their combined strength, they swept clear a wide patch of ground, driving away all troublemakers and curious cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when turning away, she’d still tiptoe closer, clinging stubbornly, as if shadow to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few pleasantries, Yuan Yang led Qingzhi away first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Because of my looks? I’ve heard: those who bond over wealth part when wealth fades; those who bond over beauty drift apart when youth fades. If that’s the reason, sister, won’t you tire of me someday? When that day comes, what will I do? Beg at your feet, paint my brows, plead for your favor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen returned to his quarters, brushed Tai Xi over his body, changed clothes, and sat in meditation upon the cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot afford distraction—I dare not even consider it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Hang did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But facing Yuan Yang, my mind turned slowly, yet still found no suitable address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang wore a slightly wounded expression, lips curling upward, yet the laughter deep in his eyes could not be hidden—he looked like a fox with curled brows and triumphant delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen glanced at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei’s lips tightened, concealing the faint anger on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it that sister has always refused to let go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei gave me a cool, indifferent glance, said little, and merely bowed in farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place is too open, too vast—not suited for private talk. Yuan already knows what Shu Fei wished to say. I’ll visit you personally soon; then we can discuss it in detail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is it truly your own will?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle yet firm force passed through, subtly shaking my hand loose without my noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking those words, I didn’t look to see Shu Fei’s expression—I turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lingjiang, unusually solemn, stepped in and swiftly shut the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang gripped my hand tightly, his eyes clear and soft, gentle yet cunning—like some docile yet sly great beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was Shu Fei’s eye that twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Fei’s heartbeat raced wildly; he could distinctly hear his own breath, as if another self clung desperately to his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Yang froze, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You ask why it’s specifically me? You don’t know? I don’t know either! I only want to tell you: you claim your conscience is clear, afraid distraction will hinder your path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve often heard: to receive without returning is unbecoming. I’ve received your teachings twice—now it’s my turn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rogue, let go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I was about to ask confusedly, my pupils suddenly contracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Are you still a child, younger brother? Even this you must countervail?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised my gaze to Shu Fei, clearing all simplicity from my eyes, speaking slowly, deliberately, more seriously than ever:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after I’d gone far did I softly lower my gaze and follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the seemingly endless silence, I finally heard Shu Fei speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen’s bones suddenly rang out with a metallic clamor, like countless blades clashing; his blood and qi transformed into radiant divine light that cloaked his body—within an instant, he shifted from an ethereal, otherworldly immortal to a monstrous beast brimming with wrath, ready to shatter mountains and devour flesh and blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zhen had merely been moved from one cage to another—Yuan Yang’s cage might be more splendid, but it was still no true freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do others matter? What does my heart matter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this scene, Wei Lingjiang spoke cautiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat across from Shu Fei, fell silent for a moment, then sighed slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No painting can capture such grace; no flower can rival such beauty—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen made no move.\u003C\u002Fp>",2322,"2026-06-19T22:29:59.276Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b58db3b30c6f16c8ac70460703eb3adcc66a6b40e09f2d51d76ba6db6ae100ff","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-92","the-path-of-immortality-chapter-90",545,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-path-of-immortality-cover.jpg"]