[{"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-116":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},2301004,4500,"Chapter 116: You Don","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap-tap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dululululu ……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, riders and horses surged forward; a thousand-strong procession blew suona horns as they advanced toward this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The melody was mournful, sorrowful, and solemn, like a funeral dirge, heavy with profound grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surely the Divine One has already crushed that little scoundrel Fang Can into kneeling by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a chestnut-brown steed, the leader of Wan Chenyu’s fan club smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another warrior beside him shook his head with a wry laugh: “Of course. That little scoundrel Fang Can has trained for barely a month—how could he possibly stand against divine power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think this is overkill. Just one prodigy—was it really worth traveling all the way from the capital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, watch your tongue. The Divine One’s thoughts are beyond our comprehension—we only need to obey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors chatted and laughed as they drew near; seeing Fang Can’s procession in the distance, the fan club leader frowned: “Why is their procession so calm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the first time Wan Chenyu had shattered someone’s faith in a deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every previous time he destroyed a god, the believers had been as if bereaved, as if their parents had died—why was this time so quiet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could something have gone wrong?” asked a nearby warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!” the middle-aged warrior leader frowned. “I’ll go take a look myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, apparently impatient with his horse’s slowness, he dismounted and strode forward through the gale toward the opposing divine procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he drew closer, his mood sank further, for atop the distant flagpole hung four figures, dried like cured meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three of them, by appearance, were fellow devotees of their own god, their expressions listless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the fourth had sunken features, his face utterly unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This must be Master Li Xiangyang, the Divine One’s friend,’ the man hoped—but a bad premonition rose from his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu, whom his followers called Li Xiangyang, now had burst eyes and saw nothing, yet the distant suona horns filled him with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man so proud as he could never endure such humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some in this world would even confess to crimes just to protect their browsing history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Wan Chenyu, so arrogant, to be seen by his followers in this pitiful state would be worse than death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The divine procession ahead, halt! I am a devotee of Wan Chenyu, the Divine One—could you tell me the whereabouts of our god?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice came from nearby, causing Wan Chenyu’s heart to freeze, as if caught in adultery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—the child on the palanquin! You hold the Divine One’s sacred artifact! What have you done to him?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Li, how come you’re standing with Fang Can’s procession?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pitch darkness, questions and accusations hammered like sledgehammers against Wan Chenyu’s soul—the boomerang he’d thrown now struck his own forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance of power had reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask—just go, pretend this was a misunderstanding…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu began to pray—but fate never bowed to his wishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… you truly don’t know where your Divine One is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From beside Wan Chenyu’s ear came Fang Can’s mocking tone: “Or are you lying to yourself, pretending that lump of cured meat isn’t your master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn you! You heretic, how dare you insult my master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Wan Chenyu’s ear, amid the furious roars of his devotees, came a dull thud the next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his martial experience, he could tell: his followers had leapt forward to rescue him—but were knocked to the ground by warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came to us—yet now you act as if we’re the ones bullying you? You’re the ones complaining?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s arrogant voice rang through the darkness—his own arrogance, now horribly out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the matter? This is a fair duel. You want to take your master back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting and recitations continued around them, and the distant suona horns rose louder and louder—then suddenly, Wan Chenyu heard a sharp *crack*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Fang Can stared in surprise at the middle-aged man kneeling before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I beg you, Young Master Fang, spare my master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man knelt, his voice earnest: “Myself and all of my master’s devotees are willing to suffer in his place—only beg you to show mercy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the man slammed his head against the ground repeatedly before Fang Can’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devotees stake everything on their god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a faith firmer than oaths sworn by sea and mountain—even if the deity is shattered, the believer walks the path to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To break that vow brings either a shattered Dao-heart and madness, or the complete loss of one’s cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, now that Wan Chenyu was captured, the middle-aged devotee unhesitatingly cast aside his dignity and begged Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the devotee, the god’s well-being outweighs his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch. Boring.” Fang Can’s once-curious gaze turned flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at the kneeling man with indifference, Fang Can said: “Your god hasn’t done this for the first time, has he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man froze, opening his mouth to speak—but had no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the mute devotee, Fang Can understood, and said calmly: “Then when other gods’ followers knelt before you, how did you treat them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two spoke, the distant devotees had noticed the scene—dozens of Xinxiang warriors were charging toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can glanced coldly at the approaching Xinxiang warriors and waved dismissively: “Take care of these guys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the hanging Wan Chenyu: “If they act up, beat the god—hard. Give him a good smoking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Fang Can turned and stepped into the palanquin; his good mood had been ruined by these fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d expected a brutal brawl—instead, they knelt and begged for mercy on the spot. Who’s the one pretending to be pitiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the figure vanish behind the curtains, Ye Yonglie sighed: “Our master still lacks street experience—he’s too merciful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If so, since the world is cruel, let us handle what the Divine One won’t,” Ye Yonglie said, turning to the kneeling heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our Divine One has already crushed the false god into kneeling. We won’t release you before we reach the capital—but this is only the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled as he continued: “You wouldn’t want your own god to suffer worse treatment, would you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then hand over your redemption scrolls, martial arts manuals, heart methods, land deeds, and property titles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Ye Yonglie smiled at the heretics’ humiliated stares: “If you refuse, I can’t guarantee what will happen to your god.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I understand.” Under coercion, the heretic bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1091,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","74507569447296eb5b730b754e3b493563c4df9af0b7edcabc7e79b1e2ca6370","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-117","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-115",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]