[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-watching-the-immortals-fall":3,"chapter-watching-the-immortals-fall-watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-147":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Watching the Immortals Fall",{"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},2260020,4410,"Chapter 147","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>In the south of the Nine Provinces, on the Sword Peak shrouded in mist and clouds, lies Lingzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The junior overseer of Lingjian Mountain has been in seclusion for over half a month, reportedly aiming to break through into the Yingtian Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she succeeds, she will not only become the fastest Yingtian cultivator of this age, but possibly the youngest and fastest Wujian cultivator in human history over the past thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Wujian cultivator at twenty-two—no one would believe it, yet it is happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Cui'er, Xing'er, and Ding Yao had been guarding the gate for over a month, their boredom laced with weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seclusion was a death seclusion; the overseer would rarely emerge, but as maids, they still had to stand watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the sect often sent reports requiring them to organize and process them for the overseer, and only if truly necessary would they summon her out of seclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Sister Ding Yao, when will the overseer emerge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though the overseer’s talent is extraordinary, breaking into the Yingtian Realm won’t come quickly—six months at least, possibly a year. But… she may emerge temporarily today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui'er and Xing'er exchanged glances: “Why would she emerge before breaking through?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Ding Yao spoke: “Wanqiu returned yesterday and brought some fine things inside. The overseer probably couldn’t resist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, those sheets of paper delivered this morning? But if they’re such fine things, why does Senior Sister Ding Yao look so worried?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because… because that stuff scrambles the Dao heart…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu returned at noon, hurrying to Yun Ding Tian Que with manuscripts and illustrated albums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao took charge of delivering them inside and had flipped through them several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she wasn’t exaggerating—she’d seen them herself and knew they truly scrambled the Dao heart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Cui'er and Xing'er hadn’t seen them—if they had, anyone who looked would be scrambled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the three were speaking, a sound suddenly came from within the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two maids froze, then silently peered through the gauze curtain at the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi now wore a red long skirt, stepping out from the meditation chamber, barefoot, her snow-white soles gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After prolonged seclusion, her hair was disheveled, she yawned as she ran, then precisely seized the manuscripts and illustrations on the desk—her cold, aloof gaze suddenly came alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Raised sword toward heaven, circled the sky in a circular slash, and heard cries of astonishment from all sides…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Under three consecutive punches, all believed him wounded, yet he held firm with unyielding willpower…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The villain Chu He lowered his sword, wielding ten thousand jin of force, qi piercing through flesh—then came a sharp ripping sound… his clothes fell away… his chest broad and symmetrical…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu’s manuscripts and illustrations were designed to be viewed together, with text and images complementing each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some scenes were described in great detail, naturally accompanied by exquisitely realistic illustrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Yan Shuyi had just read “under three consecutive punches, all believed him wounded,” her eyes flickering with coldness—then she saw “a sharp ripping sound… clothes fell away…” and her face froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her right hand turned the illustrations slower than her left turned the text, so she’d read the description but hadn’t yet seen the image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she’d already imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she solemnly turned to the next illustration, squinting slightly, eager to verify her mental image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The painting depicted the man from a low right-angle view, his upper body powerfully built, bare-chested, head raised proudly, utterly unclothed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi held her breath, leaning closer…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I want to see the real thing】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Cui'er and Xing'er watched as the overseer’s exquisite face flushed pink, her eyes clouded with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is the overseer’s face so red?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui'er grew intensely curious about the papers: “What’s drawn on these pictures?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao opened her mouth slightly: “The painting depicts the overseer’s calamity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the maids’ blank expressions, Ding Yao offered no explanation, continuing to watch the room closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the number of pages turned, she knew the overseer had reached the illustrations of “bare-chested, head raised proudly”—now the overseer’s gaze shimmered, her pearl-like pink toes curling slightly, like petals closing back into a bud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly a calamity…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao sighed inwardly, watching her overseer flip through page after page, lingering especially on the “bare-chested” illustrations, admiring them repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, her snow-white feet suddenly stepped from the bed onto the rug, then swiftly moved toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao instantly straightened, turned her back to the door, pretending nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi opened the door, speaking imperiously: “Ding Yao, I have a task for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your servant is here. Overseer, please command.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to the Sword Grove and summon Gongshu Chou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After noon, Ding Yao found Gongshu Chou at Wangjian Terrace, the most crowded spot on Lingjian Mountain, and led him to Yun Ding Tian Que on Xuanjian Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Gongshu Chou’s expression was solemn, his brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that even if one concealed one’s role, even if one acted with perfect composure, exposure was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never expected this matter would directly reach the overseer, prompting her to break seclusion to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, all sect affairs and public opinion had been handled by the Patriarch Yan Zhong; the overseer devoted herself solely to cultivation and rarely intervened unless matters were urgent and grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recent years, the only matters she’d personally intervened in were those concerning ancient ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongshu Chou frowned for a long while—he simply couldn’t fathom how this matter could rival the gravity of ancient ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, with inner unease, he followed Ding Yao up to Yun Ding Tian Que.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi had now donned the overseer’s immortal robe, crowned with a lustrous jade crown, radiating solemn authority—truly like a celestial fairy descending, causing Gongshu Chou to bow deeply, daring not to meet her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the atmosphere grew heavy, he noticed one of the overseer’s maids approaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She extended her hand, handing him several sheets covered in dense script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongshu Chou glanced at them and saw they contained the complete record of Ji You’s victory over Chu He, second son of the thousand-year Chu family, during the Autumn Duel at the Heavenly Book Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the phrase “clothes exploded,” several pages of detailed description were missing—as if deliberately removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Overseer…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongshu Chou left bewildered, clutching the manuscript in silence, utterly confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he was over forty, his mind long mature—he wasn’t truly clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through the illustrations again, catching faint clues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though these pages described “Ji You’s Autumn Duel victory over Chu He,” upon closer thought, they concealed two subtle characters—Zong Wei!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Ji You’s sword that defeated the Chu family’s second son was the sword art of Lingjian Mountain—this story glorified Lingjian Mountain’s Zong Wei!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongshu Chou stared at the snow-capped peaks and suddenly understood the overseer’s true intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, in the afternoon, a storm swept through the disciples of Lingjian Mountain over the news that Ji You had defeated Chuhe with the Sword Dao of Lingjian Mountain in the Autumn Duel of Tianshu Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew where this rumor began, but it spread with startling speed, sparking widespread discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Autumn Duel at the Heavenly Book Academy had drawn many outsiders from other sects to watch, so the story spread among the disciples of the Seven Immortal Sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without doubt, the version from Spirit Sword Mountain was the most detailed and the most realistic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the descriptions of certain details, which made one feel as if one were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they heard, “Ji You unleashed seven swords at once—the Spirit Sword Mountain Dao Sword, ‘Little Heavy Mountain,’” all Spirit Sword Mountain disciples felt their scalps tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the tale of abandoning sword sharpness to overpower with raw force—leaving countless disciples too stunned to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, when they heard Ji You had defeated Chu He and entered the Inner Court using Spirit Sword Mountain sword art, though they knew this was an internal affair of the Heavenly Book Academy, they still felt a sense of identification with this disciple named Ji You.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if, though he was a disciple of the Heavenly Book Academy, to everyone’s eyes he had already become their lost brother from Spirit Sword Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after the story spread east and west, some female disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain began unconsciously calling Ji You “Senior Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could our Spirit Sword Mountain sword art really be this strong? Could it shatter the foundations of a thousand-year lineage?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly worthy of our Spirit Sword Mountain sword art…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This story is too detailed—where did you hear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I met a senior brother wearing a straw hat on the way to the Sword Grove—he told me this tale.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such meticulous detail suggests it’s not fabricated; any well-crafted story made up will have flaws, but this one clearly has none!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother Ji You is truly powerful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He really is. I heard before that even ordinary Fusion Dao cultivators might not block his sword strikes—I didn’t believe it, but now I see how limited my knowledge was.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother Gongshu could trade blows with such a sword genius for dozens of exchanges and still survive—truly worthy of being Senior Brother Gongshu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Sword Gazing Terrace, countless people were still discussing; two hours had passed, yet the excitement had not cooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as everyone kept citing proof of Ji You’s strength, a man in coarse black robes walked up the mountain path below the Sword Grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Senior Brother Gongshu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly worthy of being Senior Brother Gongshu…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongshu Chou gazed at them with a detached expression, furrowed his brow for a moment, listened silently to the chatter, then floated away without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoved by honor or disgrace, he watched the flowers bloom and fall before his courtyard; indifferent to coming or going, he gazed at the clouds rolling and unfolding in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed indifferent to all things in this world, his heart empty of all but the eternal Dao of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Another New Year’s Eve, more hair fallen—I, Lao Cuo, wish you all a happy Lunar New Year, good fortune in all things, family joy, and eternal greatness!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1721,"2026-06-19T15:28:39.995Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d63a7ffd69ed8e866f266e470f609df2b3d937593267016b5f686781b45295e1","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-148","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-146",430,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwatching-the-immortals-fall-cover.jpg"]