[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-watching-the-immortals-fall":3,"chapter-watching-the-immortals-fall-watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-360":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},2260233,4410,"Chapter 360: Bring the Young Master a Pot of Tonifying Soup!","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-360",360,"\u003Cp>Ding ling guang dang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the brightly lit kitchen of the Ji Zhai, the rhythmic clatter of a wok being tossed echoed continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Fengzhou, a province reliant solely on agriculture, the first snow was also a significant festival, as it symbolized a bountiful harvest for the coming year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the young mistress had returned, which was also a joyous occasion for the Ji Zhai, so hosting a banquet was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, Old Qiu was directing operations in the kitchen, bustling about with great delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Qiu, which one are you stewing tonight? You’re the best at picking sheep—go pick one from the back courtyard for the young mistress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You all carry on with your tasks; I’ll go right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the servant’s call, Qiu Zhong rolled up his sleeves and stepped out of the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he reached the corridor, he caught sight of Cao Jinsong, Ban Yangshu, and others peering intently through the wooden lattice windows in the stone wall, staring fixedly at the western courtyard behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s sword qi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He must’ve been caught lying and angered the young mistress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their line of sight, Ji You and the cold, elegant, and haughty young mistress left the teahouse, heading toward the bamboo grove in the back courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Cao Jinsong and the others hissed, thinking the wayward disciple was about to get beaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing sword qi, even across the entire western annex, made them feel as if needles pricked their backs—clearly, Ji You was in grave danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could no longer see the two, nor dared to probe with their spiritual sense, yet they conjured up countless images of Ji You being beaten while submitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even dare admit she came to find you, yet you brazenly exposed her lie—aren’t you asking for a beating?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night fell and the cold wind howled, those who had silently mourned for Ji You felt a chill and wrapped their robes tighter before heading to the front courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You’s body was too strong—he probably wouldn’t die even if struck by his own spirit sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t overly worried; as they passed the kitchen, they couldn’t help glancing at tonight’s dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the bamboo grove setting west of the teahouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi gazed coldly at the scoundrel before her; after her sword qi howled for a while, she turned her eyes away and, without a word, leaned in as his lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their soft lips met, and the young mistress instantly narrowed her eyes, her tongue lightly probing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been too long since she’d kissed anyone—her movements were a bit clumsy, but the taste was still sweet and fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her lips into various shapes, thinking: though still maintaining her cold demeanor, her resistance was minimal—she must’ve missed him terribly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only natural, for so much had happened in the past half year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The struggle over the ruins, the zombie tide, the emergence of thousand-year clans—it felt like a century had passed; longing was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even came to see the child—so if she missed her husband, just say it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a Vessel-Bearer, a goddess revered across the land, wanting her husband wasn’t a sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You gently teased her tongue, and Yan Shuyi’s eyes narrowed, looking fiercely adorable, yet she obediently cooperated with his deep kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With winter arriving, migratory birds flew south, insects burrowed underground, and all around fell into perfect silence—only the soft smacking sounds were unmistakably clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young mistress’s breathing grew heavier; she nipped at his tongue, only to receive a slap on her rear, her beautiful eyes instantly glistening with moisture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, lanterns lit up, and the red lanterns in the courtyard began to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Servants were already coming and going between the kitchen and the front hall, carrying dishes—it looked like dinner was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi soon felt her lips part; she narrowed her eyes slightly and resumed her cold demeanor, silently brushing away a glistening thread with her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scoundrel, she came by to see the child—not to kiss him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp slap, she punched Ji You in the chest, then walked out of the western annex with icy pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Ji Zhai’s front hall, Cao Jinsong and the others were already seated, chatting idly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they heard footsteps and turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the dark blue night, Yan Shuyi walked in with hands folded, gracefully approaching, giving a slight nod to everyone before settling down elegantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone’s attention was fixed on Ji You, scrutinizing him—strangely, there were no signs of a beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange—the young mistress clearly lost her temper, yet she didn’t kill the wayward disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao and Zhuo Wanqiu, seated on the east side, exchanged a glance, as if they saw through everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she kill him? Their own young mistress just looks fierce—but she probably got kissed for a long time when no one was around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the young mistress’s distinctly reddened lips, they couldn’t help whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Zhengxin and Pei Ruyi also noticed Yan Shuyi’s flushed lips, whispering quietly with their heads down, but dared not ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joking aside, though they’d glimpsed the young mistress’s adorable, trying-to-hide-it side, they hadn’t forgotten she was the woman who held the Spirit Sword Mountain’s pass during the assault on Linxian Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though no one understood the truth even now, it was surely tied to her strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Cao Jinsong, he couldn’t help murmuring, “So dignified,” though he’d seen it many times, he still couldn’t help saying it each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a woman is truly fit to be the principal wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the wine flask and poured himself a cup; after taking a small sip, his gaze involuntarily dropped downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silk cloth on the table had over a foot hanging down, and now that foot of fabric was undulating like ocean waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’s kicking their foot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Yan Shuyi, seated in the mistress’s chair, ate quietly, her expression serene like a silent goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You was also eating; when his plate grew nearly empty, a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This banquet seems to have missed my special soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanqiu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Sister Ding Yao, I’m here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, night deepened, and the red lanterns of Ji Zhai remained lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao and Cao Jinsong were drinking tea in the eastern courtyard, chatting for half an hour, when they suddenly realized Zhuo Wanqiu was gone and hurried to find her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her voice come from the western wing, she immediately turned and headed toward the western courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The western courtyard was the guest quarters; Zhuo Wanqiu was just poking her head out of the third room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The young mistress said she’d rest soon, so I’m making up her bed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Yao followed her inside and saw the bed already neatly made: “I think the young mistress won’t come back to sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Wanqiu lowered her voice: “Will she share the bed with the young master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in Ji You’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charcoal stove, filled to the brim, glowed red-hot, filling the entire room with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi sat before the stove, holding a fire poker, trying to arrange the sweet potatoes so they’d roast evenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoes and socks lay discarded nearby; her snow-white, smooth feet rested on the footrest, glowing softly in the firelight, her delicate toes like blooming petals—pink, fragrant, curling and stretching playfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You entered, carrying a teapot; as he bent to brew tea, he flicked one of those pink toes—immediately, a surge of sword qi howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is Spirit Sword Mountain now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After so long apart, and with so many major events occurring, Ji You had many questions he wanted to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because their reunion was so unexpected, and because there were always onlookers around, he hadn’t been able to ask until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi lifted her chin: “With this mistress present, the mountain has naturally stabilized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Heaven’s Sword Peak?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the great calamity, those people have been quiet—especially Yan Zhong, who’s claimed to be in seclusion and has effectively semi-retired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You sat down on the chair, surprised: “That’s not like Heaven’s Sword Peak’s style—I thought they’d seize power during the chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Shuyi blinked lightly: “They couldn’t. During the battle, I used the Spirit Sword to obliterate Heaven’s Sword Peak. The disciples aren’t fools—they saw the flattened ruins with no corpses and knew that when Spirit Sword Mountain faced disaster, they fled. Naturally, they had no face to reappear and cause trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the death of the Zhuang family’s patriarch, both elders of the Dark Sword Peak and Sword Dao Chief Qi Zhengyang had witnessed their own mistress shatter Heaven’s Sword Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, they thought she was merely venting anger—but they hadn’t imagined the impact would be so profound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without its sacred ground, Heaven’s Sword Peak was like a spine broken—no different from a clan stripped of its ancestral lands, even their speech now lacked conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did they realize that even at the brink of death, their mistress had laid a long-term strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Qi Zhengyang witnessed Ji You manipulating grain prices to strip away tax tributes—and he’s still muttering “heaven-made match” on the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you shatter Heaven’s Sword Peak after killing the Zhuang patriarch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji You reached out, lifted Yan Shuyi’s jade foot, and placed a cotton pad beneath it on the footrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young mistress obediently adjusted her foot, then looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was brilliant—she knew Ji You wasn’t asking about sequence, but whether she still had strength to flatten Heaven’s Sword Peak after killing the Zhuang patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, everyone thought her holding Spirit Sword Mountain was already astonishing; few could believe she hadn’t been gravely wounded after killing the Zhuang patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the greatest unsolved mystery of the thousand-year clans’ conspiracy, still debated to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere student from the Tiny Heavenly Book Academy, opening her mouth to pry into Spirit Sword Mountain’s greatest secret—this was knowledge only her closest kin should possess.\u003C\u002Fp>",1700,"2026-06-19T15:28:41.422Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ff50857ee4831170a962822517645c49ab4532bd15135a06027b0f36bef497a3","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-361","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-359",430,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwatching-the-immortals-fall-cover.jpg"]