[{"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-3":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},2337208,4570,"Chapter 3: Discovered","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Since you can’t help me, from now on, don’t expect to take even a speck of spiritual energy from me. I’ll cultivate on my own—and I can still save them.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [You were reborn with your memories—why still treat them as your family? Don’t you want to go back and find your past family? I can take you there.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Eight years—even a dog would have formed an attachment. How much effort did they pour into raising a sickly infant who had her spiritual energy stolen? Even without sentiment, just to repay the debt of birth and nurture, I can’t stand idly by.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, in her past life, she had no family—only her country to repay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [If you want to repay them, first repay me. When the lab exploded, it was me who wrapped your soul and escaped. Without me, you’d have been scattered like them.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun sneered: [If I hadn’t remembered that debt, do you think you could have stayed in my niwan palace for eight years? Don’t pretend to be noble—you took my soul only because you needed a vessel, and I was closest to you. So you saved me, and I saved you—we’re even. If anything, you owe me these eight years.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing fell silent, then flickered violently, shooting out of her niwan palace with a hiss—but it barely moved before a net snared it, and threads appeared out of nowhere, binding it tightly with two swift strokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing gasped: [First refine essence into qi, then qi into spirit—how can you refine spirit first?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun in her niwan palace grinned at it: [Guess.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance had shifted—now Pan Yun held the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing, adaptable, changed tone: [Since you’re one of the researchers, you know I’m sealed—many abilities are unusable. Wait until I break the seal, and I can help you…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Too long. Your past country poured so many resources into you, and after ten years you’ve only partially unsealed—just enough to input data. Who knows how long until you’re fully unsealed?] Pan Yun didn’t believe it had no options: [Return half the spiritual energy you’ve stolen from me. Let me raise my cultivation—I’ll find someone to save my family.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I’ve already assimilated it all. Gone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun sneered: [Do you take me for a three-year-old? If you had no stored spiritual energy, how would you maintain your space’s operation?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: […It’s barely enough to keep the space running. Everything inside is yours.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Discard it. Give me the spiritual energy.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [Wait a little longer. Let me break more of the seal. I’m a realm-god, once a divine realm that was deified—once I break the seal…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun sneered: [Gods can’t cultivate autonomously…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [Once I break that part of the seal, I can…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun continued: [Gods still feed on the spiritual energy I cultivate.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [Once I’m re-deified…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Fed for eight years.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing: [Once I’m re-deified…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Eight years of silence.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing weakened: [Once I’m re-deified, I’ll compensate you…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: [Eight years—my father and brothers wrongfully condemned, and I, with no cultivation, couldn’t lift a finger to help.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing surrendered: [I can give you some spiritual energy, but half is impossible—I’ve assimilated most of it, and I need some to keep the space running.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It said: [You know how useful the space is—just now, if I hadn’t opened it to let you hide your belongings, could your family have escaped that danger?] Pan Yun fell silent. The space truly was invaluable—it had just saved her family’s lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This morning, everything went wrong: she choked on water, stumbled getting out of bed, and even the copper handle of her water bowl snapped clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dao cultivators don’t suffer random misfortune—when such things happen, heaven is warning. So she used her limited knowledge to cast a divination for the Pan family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great misfortune!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father and two brothers had been sentenced to exile in Datong. She’d asked about the Pan family, limiting it to her grandmother and uncle’s household—how could they be marked for great misfortune?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pan family’s only vulnerability now was her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Pan Hong’s daughter, she should have been exiled to Datong too—but her father, worried for her frail health and remembering how close she’d come to death last spring, had hidden her away. No one outside knew she still lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheltering a criminal was a grave crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after seeing the great misfortune, she immediately planned to set fire and flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice—every corner of the house bore traces of her life. She could run, but the things couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t even sure fire would erase all traces—when suddenly, a voice surfaced in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could ask questions, upon learning it had a space, she immediately gathered every household item into it, then rushed to the storage shed, hauling in more objects to scatter around and mask the remaining traces, before hastily bidding farewell to her grandmother and uncle and fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d barely stepped outside when the Embroidered Uniform Guard arrived—she narrowly escaped. It was right—today, it had saved her and the Pan family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun finally yielded a step; the human and the spirit reached a temporary truce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing gave her some spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy had always been hers—once released, she could use it directly—but still, she sat cross-legged, guiding it through a small heavenly cycle, finally pressing it into her dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After she finished, Lingjing asked: [Where do we go next?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun lowered her gaze, thought a moment, then said: [The Pan family is gone—we can’t return. The Embroidered Uniform Guard will keep watch. I’m going to Datong to find my father and brothers. Come—take me Qianlijixing .]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Pan Yun stood outside the alley, silent, silent, endless silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This is your Qianlijixing ?] Pan Yun sneered: [One wall, half an alley?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingjing, guilty: [All the spiritual energy I cultivated went into breaking the seal—mostly to open the space and the technique. And I just gave you so much…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun stressed: [It was MY cultivated spiritual energy! And what you gave wasn’t much—just a little.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever. A sealed realm-spirit couldn’t be expected to do much. Pan Yun sighed, about to discuss how to reach Datong—when suddenly, she felt an unpleasant gaze. She frowned slightly, looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She met Wang Yong’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat atop a horse, studying her—his gaze deeply unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is he here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun’s eyes swept the scene—she roared inwardly: Fuck, useless realm-spirit! Qianlijixing  barely got me across one alley—and right onto the street, where I ran straight into Wang Yong, fresh from the Pan household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face remained expressionless, her gaze sliding smoothly past his as if she didn’t know him. She scanned the crowd, locked onto a broad back, and sprinted after it: “Father…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1142,"2026-06-20T22:03:57.478Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","41ced5d372efddf9896516858b304359b8eaab0db08b78130e84558067676ffb","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-4","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-2",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-cover.jpg"]