[{"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-117":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},2301005,4500,"Chapter 117: You Talked the Emperor to Death!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>Pulling back the curtain, a girl in a green dress looked at Fang Can’s face and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s it going? You don’t look happy—did you get hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No injury, just disgusted. Lost the fight and still begged for mercy, playing the victim—ruined my mood,” Fang Can sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… isn’t it reasonable to beg after losing?” Ye Qingshi whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just feel sorry for the kind—they’re all alike—but I doubt that Wan guy would beg; it was just his followers acting on their own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can said: “Then if I lost, wouldn’t it be your father and the others kneeling before me begging?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ye Qingshi realized—he’d been thinking about this. She couldn’t help smiling: “Then don’t lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy for you to say. There are so many strong ones, but I can’t afford to lose even once,” Fang Can muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Suddenly, Ye Qingshi’s eyes widened: “You’re not going to have your Dao heart shattered, are you? I’ve heard rumors—after a martial artist loses his way, his realm regresses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoo, shoo,” Fang Can waved dismissively. “Just venting. It’s not that serious—just boring, that’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I occasionally listen to NetEase Cloud Music. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be just like your world’s martial arts lunatics?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this is nothing yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden table: “The more enemies coming, the better. Best if the Emperor drops dead suddenly, pulls me into the imperial struggle, then a fugitive Empress emerges—I barely survive, help her rise step by step, reclaim the throne, then bombard the Golden Throne Hall. That’s how most martial arts novels go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qingshi stared blankly at the boy as he spoke with bright enthusiasm. She didn’t speak, but her eyes clearly said: his imagination was too wild—this couldn’t possibly happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next two days, the party continued northward. Perhaps because a top-thousand Qianlong-ranked martial artist hung from their pole, no one disturbed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by midnight, as a cold wind swept through, Ye Yonglie and the others noticed: the Wan Chenyu and other noble youths hanging from the pole had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone without a trace. No one saw who took them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the palanquin, Ye Yonglie knelt on one knee to report this to Fang Can. Fang Can’s expression remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gone? Let them go. Those boys all have powerful sects backing them. Someone seeing it and acting is normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can spoke plainly—noble houses value face. Win, fine. Lose and parade your heirs in humiliation? Unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, he’d faintly sensed his fortune turning—his strength surged several times over. Likely, someone lurking nearby hesitated whether to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Jiejian Mountain’s backing, a fight might’ve already broken out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my captives—do you think they’re that easy to snatch?” Fang Can smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of miles away, a gaunt old man exerted all his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with the alchemy of a second-transformation expert, within minutes the boy’s sunken face, broken limbs, and blind eyes had fully recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant arrived too late. Master suffered,” the old man said slowly, watching the boy meditate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are Li Xiangyang and the others?” Wan Chenyu opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Already sent back to their respective noble houses,” the old man replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Gui, I want Fang Can dead,” Wan Chenyu hissed. This humiliation would haunt him forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man sighed: “Fang Can is a disciple of Jiejian Mountain. We cannot oppose him by force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master has ordered you not to leave home during this time. Stay safe inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, the capital is in chaos. His Majesty drowned several days ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? The Emperor died?” Wan Chenyu’s eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Shortly after you left to trouble Fang Can, His Majesty drowned for no clear reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the old man nod, Wan Chenyu reluctantly accepted it—realizing things had turned dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could His Majesty drown with a dozen first- and second-transformation guards watching?” Wan Chenyu blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rumor says the Emperor went incognito to a brothel, so his guards were reduced to the minimum. Then the guards went to brothels too. A chain of accidents led to the Emperor being dead for half an hour before they found the body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man repeated what he’d heard: “They arrested the first-transformation guard afterward. After brutal interrogation, they found nothing wrong—but everyone knows there’s a cover-up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Hundred-Year Martial Ban forced the Emperor to be a non-martial commoner,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>such an abrupt drowning was clearly no accident. Everyone knew a political rival had orchestrated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the full account, even Wan Chenyu couldn’t accept this absurd outcome—it was too ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Wan family were staunch imperial loyalists. They’d helped the late Emperor ascend the throne and rose to power because of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the throne changing hands, the Wan family might face upheaval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Wan Chenyu calmed himself: “It’s fine. We’ve already backed the Crown Prince. Once he ascends, everything will return to normal…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, he noticed the old man’s face twist into awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, the Crown Prince also…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Crown Prince died too?” Wan Chenyu gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man, called Uncle Gui, nodded reluctantly: “The Crown Prince was sleeping in his chamber. Suddenly, the ceiling beam fell and crushed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Conspiracy! This is definitely a conspiracy!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Chenyu firmly believed it—how could such coincidences happen? The culprits must be the other families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now’s a sensitive time. Each house suspects the others but has no proof. The clan lord has ordered all disciples back to the capital—to avoid giving enemies any leverage to attack us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wan Chenyu, who’d wanted revenge, could only grit his teeth: “Fine. Let’s go back to the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Fang Can’s heading there too—I’ll set the stage and wait for him in the capital!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one has ever humiliated me like this. I’ll reduce him to ash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, news of the Emperor’s death spread like a tidal wave across Dajiangnanbei, delivering another crushing blow to the weakening empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though in Dayan, imperial power had been reduced to near nothing, even a dying camel outweighs a horse—it sent tremors through Dayan and beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the news reached him, Fang Can heard it: “You say the Emperor died? Drowned? How’s that possible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling his own words from days ago, Ye Qingshi instinctively covered her mouth and stared at Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You talked the Emperor to death!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1063,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","abe7da6978b82e15279da8d952727b53bacd0c4016c84407be930c85948c16c0","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-118","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-116",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]