[{"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-61":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},2337266,4570,"Chapter 61: What Is an Attachment?","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>As Sun Lao Ye’s ghostly shadow was about to vanish, Wang Feiyin grabbed Pan Yun to chase after him, but they had taken only two steps when someone seized them. “Are you the Daoist on duty tonight? Where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Wang Feiyin said, “I’m going to the privy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man eyed him with suspicion. “The privy is behind us. It’s already night—you must stay at the funeral hall. Didn’t the supervisor make that clear to you? Look over there—Master Huiyuan hasn’t moved a single inch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin turned and met Huiyuan’s bald gaze. The two stared silently for a moment, then both looked away at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin hesitated between money and karmic debt, then released Pan Yun’s hand. He looked down at her kindly. “Fifth sister, go on your own. I’ll stay on duty here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted out the words through his teeth: “Hurry. The spirit we released must not cause trouble—if he does, the karmic burden falls on us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun replied and sprinted off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of guarding the funeral hall? Chasing Sun Lao Ye is far more interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye was strolling through his own banquet tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most guests had already left by this hour. Those still seated were family, relatives who came to help with the funeral, and villagers assisting with preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dishes were quite good—freshly prepared, unlike the usual leftover scraps served at other funerals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relatives and villagers who helped gave high praise, commending the Sun family’s filial sons and virtuous grandsons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sun sons are as generous and kind-hearted as Sun Lao Ye himself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye listened, sneering repeatedly, yet his expression did soften somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun was astonished—she could actually read a ghost’s facial expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After passing the banquet tables, Sun Lao Ye headed toward the back wing, intending to find his chief steward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the back wing also had several tables set up, where the household servants were eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tables held mostly scraps—clearly just various vegetables and bits of bone and meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants were furious, picking through the bones with disgust. “These are leftovers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen staff replied, “At least you get something to eat. We’re servants—what else are we supposed to eat but leftovers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit. Even leftovers shouldn’t be scraps scraped off the tables. If the guests’ uneaten dishes were sent back to us, we’d say nothing. But these? These are swept straight off the tables. This is how you treat us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Where are the real leftovers? The front tables had good food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t ask me. Go ask Madam if you’ve got the guts. All the real leftovers are stored in barrels. Do you think those front tables were served fresh food? Tomorrow, even more outsiders will come. Right now you still get scraps—tomorrow you might not even get these.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants grew angry and disheartened. “Everyone came to mourn the old master. In our family, whether it was a wedding or a funeral, guests were always treated as honored visitors. We never served leftovers to guests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re just country bumpkins and wandering beggars. At least they get something to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not right. When the old master was alive—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now it’s Elder Brother who runs this household!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one sentence silenced everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye stamped his feet nearby, cursing his sons toward the funeral hall—especially his eldest, whom he singled out repeatedly, eight out of every ten curses aimed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun listened with delight. After finishing his tirade, Sun Lao Ye noticed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some servants also noticed her. One immediately approached. “Where did this child come from? Go away, don’t wander around.” Another servant, seeing her Daoist robe, grabbed the one about to shoo her off. “She’s a Daoist here for the rites—probably came with her master. Just point her in the right direction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed toward the funeral hall. “Head toward the place with the loudest crying and brightest lights. You’re staying in the side rooms. Don’t wander around at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun nodded, walked back a few steps, then stopped and hid in the shadows. She looked up at Sun Lao Ye, who had been staring at her, and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye’s eyes widened in shock—his soul nearly flew out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It literally flew—he tumbled backward in fright, smacked against the wall, and slowly sank into it, screaming, “A ghost—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye struggled to pull himself out of the wall for a long time, trembling, eyes fixed on where Pan Yun stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun still stood there, entirely hidden in shadow—no one could see her unless they came close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye approached shakily, lips quivering. “Y-you… are you like me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun smiled gently and lowered her voice. “No, Sun Lao Ye. I’m human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye: “Human? How can a human see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “I’m a Daoist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye stepped back rapidly, wary. “You’re a rogue Daoist! You want to capture me? You can’t! This is my home!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “...Sun Lao Ye, the spirit-sealing talisman in the funeral hall was broken by me and my senior brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye’s face instantly softened. He stepped forward two paces, smiling warmly. “So it was you, Daoist! No wonder I could leave so easily. Thank you, young Daoist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun smiled at him, then turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye hesitated, glanced back, saw no sign of his chief steward among the servants, and hurried after Pan Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun led Sun Lao Ye to a quiet spot. “What is your final wish? Tell me—if I can help, I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye frowned. “Why would you help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “We take money to remove calamities. Our Sanqing Temple received payment to escort your spirit—so we must see you off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye sneered. “You didn’t take my money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “Is there any money in this household that isn’t yours?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye’s mood brightened instantly. “You’re right—all the money here is mine. Those rebellious sons use my money to seal me? Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately began weeping to her. “I don’t want to stay—I just can’t leave. My sons used the spirit-sealing talisman to trap me. I can’t go, no matter how hard I try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun shook her head. “No. The spirit-sealing talisman only keeps you confined to the funeral hall—it doesn’t prevent you from entering the underworld to reincarnate. It wasn’t even placed on your coffin, meaning your descendants still hope you’ll pass on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you haven’t gone because you still have an attachment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye looked confused. “I have an attachment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun nodded. “You do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Lao Ye murmured: “What attachment? Do I want to kill my unfilial sons? Am I really that cruel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s and tomorrow’s lucky numbers are those ending in 7, screenshot as proof\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1149,"2026-06-20T22:03:57.478Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3714fbb0ebce31556fcb65862351718320f2a9fbd40fe542597f20bd3d4cd80f","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-62","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-60",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-cover.jpg"]