[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming":3,"chapter-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-108":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Unorthodox Sword of Ming",{"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},2337313,4570,"Chapter 108: Feigning Weakness","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-108",108,"\u003Cp>Pan Yun snorted, rolled over to face away from him, and pulled the blanket over herself without speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin exhaled, turned, and left, closing the door behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the door shut, Pan Yun rolled back onto her back and softly called, “Xiao Hei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei leapt lightly from the rafters and landed on her bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun frowned and pushed it off with her hand, disdainful: “You’re filthy—have you washed your feet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking it out on me—it’s definitely taking it out on me! Before, when it climbed onto the bed, she never complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun asked: “Make a table of all the experimental data from this period and give it to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei: “I’m a Spirit Realm, not an AI—can you stop treating me like one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But one of the three functions of a Spirit Realm is AI functionality—why can’t you do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei adopted a passive-resistant posture, so Pan Yun snorted and pulled up the data herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t bother grabbing a pen to make a table; instead, she reviewed the data, closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and made up her mind: “One more day of experiments, then I’ll lend out the money and run two more tests—I’ll finally know the range of this Heavenly Punishment and the strength of its misfortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei lifted its head from its nest: “And then what are you going to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun glared at it: “What else am I going to do? Cultivate, earn money, accumulate merit, break the seal—do you think I can instantly fly to Beijing and slaughter everyone to clear my father’s name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei relaxed, dropped its head back onto its paws, and lazily said: “Good. You really need to earn more money—your current merit is all bought with cash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “That’s what RMB players understand, right? Right now, I’m a copper-coin player. With enough money, human gratitude is easy to earn. Alas, you woke up too late—we realized this too late. In my past life, if you’d been in the state’s hands, you could’ve been paraded around or used in a few events, and merit would’ve rained down like a meteor shower—you’d have broken your seal in no time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei sneered: “If I break my seal, you lose a golden finger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun snorted: “If you broke your seal, my master wouldn’t have carved arrays into you to break it, wouldn’t have exploded, I wouldn’t have been reborn, and I wouldn’t need your golden finger—I’d have my own grand future in the 26th century!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You call yourself a golden finger—what good are you? Just collecting things. When my cultivation advances further, I’ll carve out my own space—I won’t even need you to collect things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei was speechless, then stammered: “Y-you wait till I break the seal…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun sighed: “The seal must be broken by me—can you break it yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spoke weakly: “The Thirteen Daoist True Qi Formulas and the Basic Talisman Manual unlocked after the first seal break—they’re vital knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. If not for that, do you think I’d spend so much money to break your seal?” Pan Yun’s voice softened: “So, old cat, we’re in this together—success or failure, we share it. Look at you—you won’t even make me a table. Is that hard? A single thought—yet you won’t do it for me. Meanwhile, I’ve injured myself for your sake…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun’s voice cracked: “Look at my legs, my hands, all these bruises—aren’t they from earning money and merit for you? If not for you, would I risk my life for this money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I eat and drink at the monastery, my cultivation resources come from my senior brothers, sisters, and disciples—none of this would be for you if not for saving up my private funds to earn merit…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down Pan Yun’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei hunched its head, ashamed, wishing it could vanish: “I—I’ll make you a table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun closed her eyes, tears sliding down, and softly murmured: “Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she no longer needed the table, she wouldn’t crush Pan Xiaohei’s enthusiasm—better to keep it going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Pan Xiaohei finished the table and saved it in the Spirit Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun glanced at it and whispered: “Thank you, Xiao Hei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei felt even more guilty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt it had been overly harsh today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It vaguely sensed something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint what—yet Pan Yun clearly looked heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun rolled over, facing away from the cabinet—even though Pan Xiaohei slept in its nest atop it, it couldn’t see her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun lifted her index finger and gently wiped away her tears, a faint smile curling at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think you can outwit me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t believe a human couldn’t outplay a spirit artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slept soundly all night, without a single mishap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as she tried to get up, yesterday’s misfortune’s aftereffects struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her waist ached, her back ached, her legs ached, her hands ached, even her face hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She winced as she sat up, rolled up her sleeves to inspect her injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overnight, the wounds had grown more gruesome—deep purple and blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supporting her waist, Pan Yun dressed and limped off to find Xuanmiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao had just woken and was washing up in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun gripped the doorframe, trembling as she lifted her leg over the threshold, whining: “Fourth sister, San’s medicine didn’t work—I’m even more painful and bruised today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao spat out her mouthwash, set down the willow branch: “Check again tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaozhen opened her door, holding her wooden basin with cup, willow branch, and cloth. She froze upon seeing Pan Yun: “Little Master, who beat you?” Meanwhile, Miaohé opened her door, one hand holding a cup, the other a willow branch, stretching upward with eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finished her stretch, squinted out the door, glanced left and right, then spotted Pan Yun clinging to the frame—her half-closed eyes snapped wide open. She sprinted out: “Little Master, who beat you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun gave them a silent look and replied: “Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven? Who’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun strained to drag her other leg out, replying: “Heaven’s the only one—it’s my badge from crawling back here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé quickly supported her, guiding her into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no words, finally managing: “Take care of yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaozhen set down her basin, went inside, and fetched Pan Yun’s washing basin, cup, and willow branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé scooped a ladle of water for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.” Pan Yun dipped her fingers in green salt and rinsed—after nine breaths, her body stiffened, hand freezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé, just dipping her own fingers in green salt, noticed and asked curiously: “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun pulled out the willow branch and spat out a mouthful of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé’s eyes widened: “Y-you—you’re bleeding from the mouth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and shouted toward Xuanmiao’s room: “Fourth Auntie, Little Master is bleeding—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao burst out like a whirlwind, seeing Pan Yun seated on a small stool, holding a frayed willow branch, a crimson pool on the ground, blood still on her lips…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s silence, Xuanmiao asked: “Brushed your teeth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun nodded grimly: “The willow branch poked my gums.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao gave her a sympathetic look, then turned: “Oral wounds heal fast. Be careful these days—don’t use willow branches. Use your fingers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun didn’t want fingers: “Why can’t I buy a toothbrush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao turned back: “Toothbrush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—softer and more convenient than willow branches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuanmiao went inside: “None are sold on the market. Make one yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun plucked a fine willow fiber from between her teeth, tears in her eyes: “Fine—I’ll make one myself. It’s just a toothbrush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun turned to Miaohé and Miaozhen: “Go down the mountain today and scrape some pig hair from villagers—specifically the stiff, long hairs from their necks and backs. Bring back plenty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaozhen: “I have no plans to go down the mountain today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé looked torn: “I want to go, but our master might not allow it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “Yesterday, a butcher named Zhu Rouchang gave us ten catties of belly pork and several catties of ribs. It was too late to bring them up last night—they’re still at Wang Xiaojing’s house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miaohé immediately said: “I’ll beg our master—even if I have to roll on the ground, I’m going down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no intention of going down herself—she planned to quietly endure today’s tribulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Feiyin thought she didn’t want to, so as soon as she limped forward, he announced excitedly: “The deity statue has returned, and the Mountain God Temple is nearly complete! Everyone in the monastery will go down today to clean the temple. I divined this morning—the auspicious hour for inviting the deity and consecrating the temple is noon, three days from now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She weakly raised her hand: “Brother, Elder Brother, I request to stay behind at the monastery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin looked at her and refused flatly: “No. Everyone else can skip—you cannot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said: “You’re Master’s direct disciple and the temple’s caretaker. You funded its construction, you paid for the statue. You’ve taken ninety-eight steps—how can you skip the last two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “I’ll take the hundredth step. I’ll come down for the deity’s consecration in three days—skip this ninety-ninth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Not one step less,” Wang Feiyin said sternly. “One step missing ruins perfection. You must go down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun clung to the doorframe and said: “Elder Brother, tell me what I can even do if I go down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin turned to Tao Ji: “When did your medicine become so useless? She can’t even walk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Ji bristled: “She didn’t apply medicine this morning or stretch at all. Have her rub on the ointment and stretch her body—then see if she can move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused: “If she still can’t, it’s not my medicine’s fault—it’s her laziness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she couldn’t resist—Wang Feiyin picked her up and carried her down the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not having to walk, Pan Yun happily wrapped her arms around his, letting him carry her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adults seemed too lazy to waste time walking—they simply lifted the children and flew down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s lucky number ends in 5—screenshot as proof\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1711,"2026-06-20T22:03:57.478Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f7d7459cead4e7f8b3601f2838c66d97dd8c0d1dd15f0383296414d21365f3b","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-109","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-107",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-cover.jpg"]