[{"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-70":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},2337275,4570,"Chapter 70: Bribing with Cash","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>Master Qian, seeing Master Sun staring at him, immediately said, “Don’t look at me—I’m a good person too. My family has been loyal for three generations. My sister is soft-hearted and kind—this can’t be blamed on the Qian family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Sun looked dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Master Qian comforted him, “Brother-in-law, in this world, dragons don’t always give birth to dragon offspring—otherwise, how could there be sayings like ‘bad bamboo produces good shoots’ or ‘a tiger father has a dog son’? Clearly, a child’s character depends not on parents, but on fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Sun: “If not parents, then why the teaching ‘lead by example’? Have my lifelong diligence and good deeds become a joke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Qian: “Still, it’s the child that matters. My own children learn from me and obey me—so ‘leading by example’ does work. It all comes down to the child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Sun’s mood grew even more gloomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Dachang and the others, seeing Master Qian muttering to empty air, immediately stepped eight paces away, walking around that space entirely, daring not even to glance toward it with the corner of their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the funeral hall’s restrictions lifted, guests began entering to pay respects. Wang Feiyin, seeing all was calm, pulled Pan Yun aside quietly, with Huiyuan silently following behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once away from the crowd, Wang Feiyin exhaled and turned to Huiyuan with a smile, “Master Huiyuan, let us part here—I’ll take my junior sister back to rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huiyuan stepped before them, his gaze fixed directly on Pan Yun: “Young friend, extreme brilliance brings harm. You have exceptional talent, but your fortune is poor. Proceed with caution in daily life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin frowned. “Who are you saying has bad fortune? Her talent itself is a tremendous stroke of luck—it’s Heaven’s favor! How can that be bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun squeezed out from behind Wang Feiyin, bowed deeply to Huiyuan with gratitude, “Thank you, Master Huiyuan. I also feel my fortune is terrible. Do you have anything that might help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin immediately changed tone: “Nonsense! Master Huiyuan once resided at Nanjing’s Huguo Temple—how could he lack such minor items? Isn’t that right, Huiyuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huiyuan considered, then removed the Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist, untied them, and counted out fourteen to give her: “We have karmic ties. These fourteen beads I give you. They cannot alter your fortune, but in great peril, they may grant you clarity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin immediately nudged Pan Yun, signaling her to accept quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun cupped the fourteen beads in both hands and bowed repeatedly, “Thank you, Master Huiyuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huiyuan smiled, “You have karmic ties with the Buddhist path… future…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No future,” Wang Feiyin interrupted. “Huiyuan, don’t tell me every talented disciple I bring from Sanqing Mountain has ties to Buddhism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin dragged Pan Yun away. “Come on, come on—hurry to the feast, or you’ll miss lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun, having accepted the beads, couldn’t be too cold—she turned back firmly and nodded at Huiyuan. The next moment, Wang Feiyin pulled her into a room and slammed the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin crossed his arms and glared at her. “So, you want to switch to Buddhist cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun shook her head vigorously. “Impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin was just about to relax when Pan Yun added, “Buddhist rules are too strict. First rule: I can’t give up meat and alcohol—I’d break the precepts by day two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He protested, “Our Daoist rules aren’t any lighter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes, plenty of them,” Pan Yun nodded vaguely. “Don’t worry—I’ll follow them all naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning, if it didn’t feel natural, she wouldn’t follow them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun took all the teacups off the tray and happily placed the prayer beads she’d been clutching onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel the Buddhist power within—the beads were naturally protective against evil, calming the mind and quieting the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, each bead would’ve sold for at least ten thousand taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin glanced at them and said, “Not bad. These beads have been with Huiyuan since childhood, steeped in Buddhist essence for over thirty years—they’re a genuine artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin rolled his eyes, then sighed and fell silent. “Too bad the timing’s wrong—if not, I’d take you around every major temple and monastery to collect gifts first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun had already strung the beads onto her wrist. She looked up immediately. “Master, it’s fine if we wait a while—I’m not picky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin sighed sadly. “You don’t understand. I can’t travel far or long from the mountain. I can’t take you—Third Brother and Fourth Sister are too shy; they’d never agree. If only Second Brother were here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “Why can’t you travel far or long from the mountain?” Wang Feiyin’s face darkened, tears welling but not falling. “I’m the eldest disciple of our Master. My burden is heavy. Our Master… has poor fortune. Our lineage carries this fate—I bear most of it. So my fortune is poor too. If I stray too far from Sanqing Mountain, I may die an untimely death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun clutched the beads on her wrist. “Master, you want to take some of my beads?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin grasped her hand. “If only I had seven or eight to cleanse your filth, your fortune might improve. Even five or six would help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun yanked her hand back and looked outside. “Master, it’s so lively out there—everyone’s already seated. Let’s hurry out, or we’ll miss lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin watched her run off, wiped his tears instantly, and followed behind her slowly, hands behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dividing the family was exhausting—though Pan Yun had only set one array, eating gossip all morning was draining too. She now felt she could devour an entire ox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monks and Daoists had separate tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoists could eat meat, but during rituals, they fasted to show respect for the dead and the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So their table was separated from the others’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhen and Miao He had claimed seats for them and sat down immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!. Read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun scanned the dishes—only vegetarian, but rich with oil, and the staple was large white steamed buns, far better than the coarse grain mixtures they ate on the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun grabbed a bun and bit into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao He kept piling food onto her plate. “This is good, this too, that one, that one—all good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhen, already half-full, nibbled her bun and whispered, “Junior Auntie, what did you and Grandmaster do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “We went to earn extra cash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, after lunch, Qian Dahong personally came to deliver red envelopes to her, Wang Feiyin, and Huiyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Dahong treated Pan Yun with special courtesy. “Little Daoist Pan, my father wanted to come himself, but my uncle-in-law still has many matters to settle—he can’t leave. My father wishes to meet you tonight to thank you properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Dahong quickly explained to Wang Feiyin: “Master Wang, don’t misunderstand—my father holds great respect for Little Daoist Pan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin waved dismissively. “I know. Master Qian has karmic ties with my junior sister—I won’t stand in the way. Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun was young, so everyone found her approachable. Not just Master Qian, but the village head and elders were all curious about her. Knowing she rarely performed rituals due to her age, they still came to invite her—this one, then that one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun ran all over the village with her three junior disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This morning at Uncle Sun Er’s, this afternoon at Uncle Sun San’s, tomorrow appearing at another elder’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each visit, she left something behind and took something away—her talismans sold out rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Old Lady Sun was last on the list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Lady Sun’s complexion had improved greatly—no longer pale and weak as before. Though still slightly pale, she radiated vitality, no longer the lifeless shell she’d been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was also the most generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw Pan Yun, she shoved silver into her arms—real silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Qian and others gave silver notes; the old lady gave ingots—large ingots, one after another, into Pan Yun’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun stared at her, eyes nearly sparkling. “This is too much! Madam, you’re too kind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun hugged the five silver ingots, nearly dropping them. She stuffed them into her robe’s pocket, then patted her chest with both hands. “Madam, just tell me what you need—I’ll do anything I can!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old lady, amused by her solemn demeanor, laughed until she bent over, patting Pan Yun’s head. “You don’t need to do anything. Just seeing my late husband that day was enough. I simply love clever little girls like you—they make me happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lucky number for this chapter is any number ending in 1—screenshot as proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1452,"2026-06-20T22:03:57.478Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","88460f3f6aafbeb943960c60d550d4503312cc372679a6fe86e98266a56c6ad1","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-71","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-69",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-cover.jpg"]