[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"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},2300998,4500,"Chapter 110: Fang Shaoxia!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>'Showy?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before the craftsman still repairing a vehicle rivaling the Emperor’s jade chariot, several martial artists wore looks of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the deity’s first official visit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had conditions allowed, they would have made it even more lavish and grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Lord, all this is necessary,' Ye Yonglie added beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Your daily cultivation cannot be neglected—how can you properly stretch your sinews and bones if you ride only in a narrow sedan?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And this is barely the beginning—when you travel far, you can’t possibly camp under the open sky.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You need ten or eight maids to chill fruits and vegetables daily, chefs assigned to prepare fresh seafood caught and delivered on the spot.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Also, musicians and choirs must chant the Scripture of the Supreme Most Glorious Divine Emperor day and night along the roadside, spreading the divine will, and scribes must record all you see and hear.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Then there are the matters concerning the displaced refugees...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Enough, enough, enough, stop reciting,' Fang Can sighed. 'Just tell me roughly how many people total.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The standard is fifty thousand, but since you rushed us, we could only mobilize ten thousand, of whom seven-tenths are martial artists,' Ye Yonglie replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Ten thousand? Are you going to war?' Fang Can stared blankly. 'Do we even have that much funding to waste like this?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Don’t worry about that part—it’s nothing,' Ye Yonglie assured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Since you don’t pay attention to these things, the number of believers has grown rapidly—already over ten thousand, all at least at Xuanguan Level One.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The money they offer is so abundant we need warehouses to store it; the new estates and farmland require dozens of accountants working day and night to tally, and even this trip will use less than one percent of it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This doesn’t even count the additional wealth we’re gaining.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once we’ve fully inventoried these funds, we’ll assign a dedicated person to manage them and use part of the surplus to aid impoverished believers, ensuring every follower drinks wine from large bowls and eats meat in big chunks—equality for all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can frowned after listening to Ye Yonglie’s explanation and asked: “You’re running such an ostentatious operation—collecting rents, owning land—doesn’t the Dayan government care?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Why should they care? Everyone does the same,' Ye Yonglie said matter-of-factly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What do you mean, everyone?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A hundred years ago, Dayan tried to \"ride through the Jianghu\" and crack down on martial artists, but it sparked a rebellion.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'For freedom, not just Dayan martial artists—even those from neighboring Da Chu and Da Zhou came to support them.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After that battle, despite hundreds of Dengtian Road martial artists dying, Dayan’s army—once numbering in the millions—was reduced to mere tens of thousands.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Only after the previous Abbot of Xuantian Sect pledged his life did the unrest finally subside.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After that battle, the court stopped meddling in the Jianghu—martial artists belong to the Jianghu, officials to the court—and Dayan has declined day by day,' Ye Yonglie said as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Besides, every deity-worshipping group does this—if we appear weak, other heretical cults will think we can’t afford to be grand.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing 'everyone does it,' Fang Can accepted this strange world’s custom and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But if it was just a few million soldiers, why so brutal? Hundreds of Dengtian Road martial artists died?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can instinctively sensed something wrong—his current power could slaughter millions of ordinary soldiers in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he wanted to flee, their mortal speed could never catch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how did hundreds of martial artists stronger than him die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I don’t know,' Ye Yonglie shook his head, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely a newly arrived Xiangxiang martial artist, barely literate, with no right to know such secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These questions were beyond him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Xiangxiang martial artist beside him said: 'Rumor says every soldier in the Dayan army is at Xuanguan Level Nine.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But that’s probably just a rumor—I’ve met several retired soldiers, and their bodies were frail, no different from ordinary people.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Each signed an agreement with the state forbidding them from revealing any military secrets—any violation causes immediate counter-retribution and death.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Since that battle, Dayan’s once-top-ranked army has completely decayed, declining daily—its collapse could come any day.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several martial artists spoke of these disrespectful words one after another, yet none felt anything was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since that battle, government officials had become like turtles pulling their heads in, letting martial artists come and go freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if not for the countless sects now scattered across Dayan, the state alone—without martial artists’ intervention—might have been conquered by Da Chu long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it’s actually the Son of Heaven who needs them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, understanding roughly Dayan’s situation—it was the final days of a dynasty, warlords rising, living one day at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Then go ahead as you wish,' Fang Can muttered, letting the craftsmen continue hammering at the sedan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, inside Husha Men, Yang Duan sat on a high-backed chair, calmly watching the tall, muscular young man before him, arms clasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth was towering and broad, strong enough to stand a man on his fists, ride a horse along his arms, his face flushed with righteous fury:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Master, Fang Can is utterly insolent—he’s an expelled disciple, yet dares to stubbornly linger on our territory, treating Husha Men as if it didn’t exist!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This is a direct slap to our face—now even neighboring Huaxing Sect is laughing at us. Every day he stays, we lose more face.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I only wanted to go teach him a lesson myself—why did you order your guards to recall me?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his furious disciple, Yang Duan sighed inwardly, wondering if he’d played his role too well and misled all his students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Though I expelled Fang Can from our sect, he now has another master,' Yang Duan spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'On the day Tianji Tower posted its list, the Master of Jiejian Mountain publicly declared that all martial artists in the world may freely challenge Fang Can.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Isn’t that obvious? Those at Dengtian Road level mustn’t bully the younger generation.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He’s a Fourth Transformation expert—move a finger and he could flatten all of Yanggu County. You don’t want to die like this.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Back in the sect, when he called me Master Yang, I didn’t correct him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But now that he’s a disciple of a Fourth Transformation Immortal, what should we call him?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muscular youth hadn’t considered the implications; his lips trembled as he slowly said: 'Fang... Fang Shaoxia?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1077,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","92221e76b90060be859fecf7d9e77c404a8903cb24550aa711efc0dc4e8176f0","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-111","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-109",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]