[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-watching-the-immortals-fall":3,"chapter-watching-the-immortals-fall-watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-231":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},2260104,4410,"Chapter 231: Watching the Battle","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-231",231,"\u003Cp>For Ji You, the visit from Lady Qiu that morning was merely a minor interruption, for it was bound to lead to nothing, and thus deserved no thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You had already left Rusheng Garden and was walking toward the southwest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Former Sages’ Garden was not just eight gardens; it also had nine Dao Fields: Qi Yun, Tianji, Yuyu, Xingchi, Lingxi, Cangwu, Zhencheng, Jingyang, and Jiyuan, encircling the eight gardens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was the first day of the Tian Dao Assembly, the circular path around the nine Dao Fields was filled with cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clans, relatives, spectators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them stared intently at the battles they followed; from afar, the crowds resembled an ocean, their murmurs never ceasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more people gathered at a Dao Field, the higher the prestige of the combatants facing off there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You walked along the path and soon reached Qi Yun Dao Field. Looking out, he saw a circular platform over ten zhang in diameter, surrounded by eight stone walls as barriers, beneath which stood stands built of white marble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hao was no doubt the grandson of the Master of Sword Peak; his first battle had drawn countless spectators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among these spectators, the most prominent were the disciples of Lingjian Mountain come to cheer him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside them came Zhao Yunyue, the Princess of Lechang, as an outside disciple, and the imperial officials aligned with Prince Chong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had attended the private banquet of Lingjian Mountain’s junior master last night and were now enthusiastically discussing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ji You appeared at Qi Yun Dao Field, clad in white and alone, gliding past the perimeter with steady steps and eyes fixed on the dais, those seated in solemn rows turned to look at him, their gazes strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that Ji You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is he here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps… to watch the match?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if he came to watch, shouldn’t he be watching the first match of the Tian Shu Academy? Why come here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man opposing Yan Hao came from Liangzhou’s Lü family, named Lu Qifeng; Lu Qifeng was nearly thirty, eight years older than Yan Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But cultivation is like this: sometimes it’s not about age, but about insight and talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the lords of the immortal estates in Fengzhou, half-buried in yellow earth, who spent their lives and a hundred years barely achieving Dao integration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What puzzled people was that Ji You had no connection with Yan Hao, and though he wasn’t unfamiliar with the Lü family of Liangzhou, he was essentially unknown to them; his presence to watch their duel was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this oddity lasted only an instant and did not spark widespread discussion, for Ji You’s reason for being here held no meaning to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ji You found an empty spot with no one around and sat down, gazing at the center of Qi Yun Dao Field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should have arrived earlier, but Lady Qiu’s visit had delayed him half an hour, and the match was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a disciple of Lingjian Mountain, Yan Hao naturally used a sword, but his sword differed from ordinary ones—broad and thick, entirely black, appearing immensely heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao had told him last night that Yan Hao’s primary sword path was Heavy Sword, somewhat akin to Elder Qi’s Sword Art: Minor Heavy Mountain, abandoning sharpness for overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent, Lu Qifeng, wielded a three-foot blue blade, identical to the ordinary long sword Ji You typically used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a current of air suddenly surged around Qi Yun Dao Field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You initially thought it was wind stirred by bad weather, but then saw two blue-silver lights flash along the perimeter, converging in a semicircle toward the center, forming a faint barrier that enclosed the interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a gong’s sound—source unknown—rang out, and the two men on the dais moved simultaneously, charging toward the center, a fierce aura roaring outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearly thirty-year-old Lu Qifeng, leveraging the advantage of his three-foot blade, struck first; his sword, charged with spiritual energy, shot forth like a silver snake from its den, unleashing dazzling light like a peacock spreading its tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who entered the Tian Dao Assembly, even from a clan, was no ordinary person; a sharp aura instantly swept through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hao, who had been advancing with his sword, now met the attack head-on, stepping with a powerful gait and raising his sword with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a sword hum rose into the sky—not clear and crisp, but deep as a drum, thundering forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was [Heavy Sword: Four Dark Mountains]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Lingjian Mountain disciple shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides its three main peaks, Lingjian Mountain had countless smaller peaks, each with its own name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minor Heavy Mountain, Four Dark Mountains, Grand Master Mountain, Wu Mountain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Heavy Sword path resembled collapsing mountains, Lingjian Mountain’s Heavy Sword techniques were typically named after nearby peaks—but naming one’s sword art after a mountain was not something anyone could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Tai, Master of Sword Peak, naturally had that privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet [Heavy Sword: Four Dark Mountains] still relied on a heavy iron sword; compared to Qi Zhengyang’s pure Heavy Sword [Dao Sword: Minor Heavy Mountain], it fell slightly short—which explained why, when Qi Zhengyang lost his son in old age, everyone on Sword Peak wanted their own grandchildren to go study under him under the guise of seeking elder care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud clang, the two swords clashed in a flash; the sharp Dao sword slashed upward, while the heavy sword aura crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two blue lights collided violently; Lu Qifeng’s entire body sank instantly, and murmurs rose from the viewing stands as the three-foot blade bent under the wave-like sword pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng’s face paled; his spiritual energy surged wildly, a powerful wave thrust outward, accelerating the airflow to aid his three-foot blade in resisting the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Tongxuan Realm cultivator, he could naturally utilize techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Chu He, who had fought Ji You on the stage before, had inherited his family’s methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Qifeng’s technique was unstructured, clearly a crude, nascent application—not displaying any profound mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What caught the eye, however, was Lu Qifeng’s subsequent footwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the air current erupted, Lu Qifeng halted his step; a flicker of spiritual light stirred a faint wind beneath his feet, and his figure instantly vanished to his right rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Lu Qifeng’s primary cultivation was a speed-enhancing method, rendering him as elusive as a ghost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Yan Hao’s heavy sword crashed down, sparking violently on the stone platform, causing even the spectators on the stands to feel the tremor, their expressions changing—evidencing the immense, unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng, having dodged lightly, landed with his right foot; another dark light flared, and a hollow explosion echoed beneath his feet as his body reversed direction, hurtling toward Yan Hao—his blade now wreathed in lightning, purple electricity swirling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Thunder Art—one of the most accessible and powerfully offensive heavenly laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivators of the Rongdao Realm could gather thunder in their palms or summon lightning from afar; Tongxuan Realm cultivators still required a Dao sword as a vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Lü family’s side erupted in excited shouts, certain the thunderous blade would deliver a crushing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Ji You, his eyes glowing golden, stared at the dais, feeling it shouldn’t be so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy Sword is like a mountain—immensely supportive in attack, especially for Yan Hao, whose primary art was Heavy Sword, making it devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But heaviness, for a cultivator, always had its downside: it increased power but reduced speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This weakness was too obvious; Ji You didn’t believe Yan Hao was unaware, and Lingjian Mountain had many sword arts to compensate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True enough, as Lu Qifeng charged forward with his thunderous blade, Yan Hao’s expression didn’t change; his right hand gripping the heavy sword twisted sharply, and as he stepped back, a slender black sword suddenly appeared in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother-and-child sword…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having paid close attention beforehand, Ji You clearly saw that the slender blade had been drawn from within the heavy sword’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzhou, backed by Lingjian Mountain, led Qingyun in metallurgy and forging; when Tian Shu Academy had previously visited to seek answers, Ji You had saved up silver specifically to buy a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crafting a sword suited to one’s strengths and weaknesses was naturally no problem for Yan Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, Yan Hao, now wielding the slender blade, narrowed his eyes and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footwork speed didn’t match Lu Qifeng’s, but in direct sword confrontation, speed wasn’t the decisive factor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng hadn’t anticipated this; his pupils contracted sharply as he saw a brilliant, razor-sharp blade slash toward him—he immediately raised his sword to meet it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hao’s strike with the slender blade was nowhere near as terrifying as his earlier heavy sword strike; for Lu Qifeng, no cause for concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two blades clashed, sparks erupted continuously, purple lightning dancing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Lu Qifeng’s feet stirred violent air currents; he immediately retreated, once again gathering Thunder Art and charging forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene mirrored their first clash—a head-on collision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Hao surged forward, a white flash streaking across his slender blade as he swung without expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Lu Qifeng’s back, Yan Hao curled his fingers into a claw; the heavy sword, previously planted on the ground, began to tremble violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender blade slashed down upon the blue blade, and at that moment, the heavy sword thudded into Yan Hao’s left hand as he lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the viewer’s sight, Yan Hao’s left arm swelled into a rounded curve; his wrist burst with veins, the dorsal bones arching violently as he unleashed overwhelming force—Circling Heaven’s Arc Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng’s scalp went numb; his eyes widened in shock as if a mountain were rising from behind his opponent, its vast aura directly striking both blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy sword crashed down, slamming Lu Qifeng away before he could recover his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several cultivators had already activated their spiritual senses and heard the crisp snap of breaking bones; Lu Qifeng flew backward, crashing into the blue-silver barrier before collapsing, his right shoulder dislocated at a grotesque angle, blood streaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the arena fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel hadn’t lasted long: Yan Hao opened with his heavy sword, quickly exposing a weakness that Lu Qifeng exploited with speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few exchanges, the sudden [Heavy Sword: Four Dark Mountains] decided the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Lingjian Mountain’s disciples erupted in cheers, their roar like a tidal wave, even drawing spectators from other Dao Fields to turn toward this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who won?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course Yan Hao—his heavy sword… truly terrifying. I hope I don’t face him too early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Immortal Sect’s direct disciple, naturally extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking at Yan Hao’s ease, he hasn’t even used his full strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only the first match—why would he use his full strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the chatter, the Lü family of Liangzhou rushed onto the dais, carried Lu Qifeng off, examined him, and turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t expected Yan Hao to strike so brutally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tian Dao Assembly always stopped short of killing; though injuries were inevitable, outright maiming was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Yan Hao’s mood was extremely foul, his face dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng wasn’t strong—not even a notable expert after Tongxuan Realm—and could hardly compare to Yan Hao, grandson of Lingjian Mountain’s peak master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this Lü disciple had relied on speed to outmaneuver him, stirring Yan Hao’s irritation, and his final strike had left no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the child sword returned to the mother sword; Yan Hao sheathed his blade, standing tall, eyes icy, his overwhelming sword aura still not fully dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhao Yunyue stared for a long moment, then unconsciously glanced toward Ji You, her eyes chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qifeng is not weak; at the very least, he is far stronger than Liu Qichen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her view, Ji You had been bullying students at the Heavenly Book Academy who had no right to earn a spot—and now that he faced a true expert, he’d likely be thoroughly vexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Zhao Yunyue glanced over and immediately noticed Ji You’s expression had grown serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Officials from the Qinxian Sect, including Prince Chong, turned their gazes as well and saw Ji You sitting upright in the spectator seats, eyes locked on Yan Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not Sword-riding Technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly remarkable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You couldn’t help but think inwardly, his mind filled with the image of Yan Hao summoning his heavy sword into hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t something noteworthy, nor did many care—but Ji You cared purely out of curiosity, since he had always loved such ambush techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t simple, low-barrier sword-riding; it must be the Sacred Sword Art, a secret of Spirit Sword Mountain, never taught outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s heart connects with the heart of its wielder—called, it comes; directed, it obeys like an extension of the arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You rose, stepped down from the spectator seats, and walked toward the gate arch of Qi Yun Dojo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the match was best-of-three, Lu Qifeng was clearly unable to continue—there would be no further developments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the combat power Yan Hao displayed, reaching the final should pose little difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how the groups are divided after the first round, he will inevitably face me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You’s first match begins tomorrow; the top six will likely take three days to determine, advancing to the second round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the sky choked with dark clouds, feeling the wind grow colder, then sensed a faint, icy chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet beneath this gloomy sky, silence was absent—spiritual energy surged like a raging river, ceaseless clashing of weapons echoed, lethal intent sharp, accompanied by roaring azure light that periodically shot skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nine dojos each served a purpose: Zhencheng, Jingyang, Jiyuan, and Cangwu were reserved for experts of the Fusion Dao realm—thus, these four venues produced the loudest commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the white marble path, disciples from outside sects and officials from the Divine Supervision Office constantly passed back and forth, delivering match results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first round featured both aristocratic scions and immortal sect disciples, but their combat power varied wildly—like Yan Hao and Lu Qifeng—there might be suspense, but no real surprises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the original best-of-three rule was almost universally settled in a single match during this first round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the second round did the remaining competitors’ strengths begin to narrow, until finally, prolonged, indecisive battles emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You then visited several gardens and confirmed his suspicion: overwhelming dominance was common under such power gaps—he lost interest and returned to Rusheng Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Lingxiu, Xiao Hanyan, and others had not yet returned, leaving the courtyard utterly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You glanced at the small pavilion across the way and thought: this would be a perfect time to sneak in—later, I’ll take a look around…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed open the door to his own residence, stepped inside—and his gaze froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young master of Spirit Sword Mountain sat on his tea mat, barefoot, her snow-white soles perfectly aligned, ten toe pearls neatly pressed together, the soles faintly flushed with peach-pink, dainty and small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come with the Spirit Sword Mountain disciples to attend the Heavenly Dao Assembly, had nothing to do, and naturally grew bored in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she wandered about, noticed all the Heavenly Book Academy disciples were absent, and “accidentally” drifted into a stranger’s room, sitting idly for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone thought the same as me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You couldn’t help but smile, his eyes drifting into the room—then he noticed Yan Shuyi’s shoes and socks weren’t beside the tea mat, but before the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This girl had gone barefoot onto his bed, then jumped from the bed onto the mat…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ji You wouldn’t see this lively Yan Shuyi—because the young master now regarded him with perfect solemnity, her eyes filled with ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kneel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You narrowed his eyes and looked up at Yan Shuyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young master saw his raised hand, her face darkened, and she involuntarily clenched her fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Ji You removed his boots, stepped onto the tea mat, and poured tea for Yan Shuyi: “Young Master, please have tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi felt the fiery heat on her rounded, plump buttocks, remained silent for a long while, then spoke coldly: “You are surprisingly courteous. No need to kneel—I came uninvited today, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you bored?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little. Fusions and Transcendents battling bore me—nothing worth watching. The Elders’ duels are just idle talk—dull and tedious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You thought for a moment: “How about Tiger-Smacking, Chicken-Eating-Worms?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi lifted her eyes slightly and nodded coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You rose, rummaged through a drawer, found paper and brush, then bent over the desk and began sketching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Yan Shuyi’s “special request” not to draw the tiger’s tail—he hadn’t understood why last time, but now he knew: this jealous little thing still brooded over the demon princess showing him her tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few swift strokes, Ji You shuffled the cards and handed them to her, then casually rubbed the fragrant feet beneath the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young master was used to it—her expression unchanged as she laid down a tiger without a tail, only to see Ji You play a stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Yan Shuyi stared at her own cards for a long time, her cold face slowly flushing red—she remembered last night’s secretly washed undergarments…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You watched Yan Shuyi’s flushed cheeks and felt they merged with the figure from his dream—the one kicking her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, wind rose and fell; the emerald bamboo grove rustled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raindrops struck the pond, sending ripples across the surface where koi swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi fell silent, watching Ji You lean forward suddenly—her gaze darted away, and without thinking, her lips drifted toward the center of the tea table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her feet still rested in Ji You’s hands—he clearly felt her toes curl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the young master’s gaze suddenly turned icy; she glanced out the window, then at Ji You, her spiritual aura swirling once—and vanished from the room, leaving only the lingering scent of her footstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You fell silent for a moment, instantly understanding—he rose and walked toward the door, pulling it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Jingsong, Ban Yangshu, Wen Zhengxin, and Pei Ruyi stood outside—but they faced away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four moved in perfect unison: heads tilted upward, staring at the opposite pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a breathtakingly beautiful fairy in a red robe, her gaze piercingly cold, her posture proud, as if utterly detached from the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3097,"2026-06-19T15:28:41.422Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0a02062ba80a5dcb9c65b1c3ecf58cedb38eb529339c0ea6e0e36de3ddadd63a","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-232","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-230",430,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwatching-the-immortals-fall-cover.jpg"]