[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-546":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"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},2347561,4587,"Chapter 546: Rekindling the Lamp to Read the Words—Who Wrote Them?","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-546",546,"\u003Cp>The second floor of Yuehua Pavilion was dimly lit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wu Tong were here, he could pick out two people among the crowd leaning on the railings upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai and He Xiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan had hired these two scholars for Xie Guan; after their studies ended, He Xiao lost contact and never visited Xie Guan’s courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Zhang Yuanlai became a regular visitor, often calling on Xie Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai’s figure was slightly plump, his round face radiating amiability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was accompanied by a lovely woman, her features delicate and beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Yuanlai appeared deeply uneasy, his hands glued to his pants, rigidly pressed against his thighs, his face utterly expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao found Zhang Yuanlai’s demeanor amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He draped a large arm around the waist of Yuehua Pavilion’s Fen Die’er; though not matching the “qingguan’er,” “toupai,” or “hongfen,” she far surpassed the common courtesans of Xixiang Lou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Fen Die’er’s price was steep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the fee recorded on the “huā àn” for one night amounted to over twenty taels of silver—stunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, the women in this pavilion sold art, not bodies; if someone wished to “chuī huā” or “zuò chuáng,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was another “price” entirely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if the woman consented willingly, a “cloud and rain” encounter could still be arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, if you’ve come here for pleasure, you ought to enjoy yourself—don’t let this fine night and beautiful scenery go to waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be so stiff. Look—even this girl isn’t the least bit nervous. You’re a seven-foot man, why do you act so awkward?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman beside Zhang Yuanlai covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes smiling, exuding the gentle charm of a modest beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman beside He Xiao was notably plump, every gesture radiating mature allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He favored the grace of married women, but alas, all the women in Yuehua Pavilion were young maidens, still unmarried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a pity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother He, stop teasing me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai’s expression was helpless, a bitter smile tinged with embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his first time entering such a place; he was still unaccustomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone long settled in Bianjing was mostly a scholar or poet, and all had at least glimpsed the charms of Xixiang Lou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he was an oddity among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came from the remote lands of Jiannan; though he’d been here many years, he still hadn’t fully adapted to Bianjing’s splendor and clamor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every year, the exhausting grind of preparing for the imperial examinations left him with barely enough silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Bianjing, wealth and power meant you were the richest person on earth, surrounded by endless refined elegance; without a single coin, you were trapped in a tiny rented room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living in Bianjing is no easy thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, it was because a mutual friend of his and He Xiao had passed the provincial examination—the results had just been posted. He had failed, but just then someone resigned, allowing his friend to fill the vacancy—pure luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At thirty, passing the Mingjing exam is old; at fifty, becoming a Metropolitan Graduate is still young!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His friend, nearing forty, had achieved this—not too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai was happy for his friend, yet couldn’t help feeling desolate for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flies; old age approaches, yet he had accomplished nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This friend was also a guest scholar at Xie Fu; upon passing, Xie Fu rewarded him generously, Lady Zhao of the second courtyard even gave silver, and Young Master Xie Yuan handed out even more lavishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, there was also the bond of patronage—only great clans could sustain such favor over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who passed the provincial exam rode his horse in triumph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many elderly Licentiates had nearly gone mad with joy on the day of the results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing meant not only a promising official career, but also the chance to begin cultivation under the auspices of the Great Qi dynasty—truly “ascending to heaven in one step.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the friend hosted a banquet, and they gathered here, spending over a hundred taels of silver in a single day, confined to the second floor of Yuehua Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To go upstairs, one must change the “shuǐ pái” and pay more silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This building had five floors, mirroring the hierarchy of the women within Yuehua Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second floor housed Fen Die’er; above that were the qingguan’er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The top fifth floor held the huākuí—meeting her was a rare, almost impossible fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang, why not go to the third floor? Brother Wang is in high spirits today, already drunk out of his mind. We’re bored anyway. Silver should be spent wisely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai waved his hands frantically—he had no intention of wasting silver here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a guest scholar of a great household, he was already among the better-off Licentiates, saving a little silver each month for future needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spending it here would be a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai, seeing this, said no more; he himself knew his purse was light and felt deeply conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He visited Xixiang Lou several times a month—he still had a mistress to support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, he had barely stepped foot into this top-tier Yuehua Pavilion; had it not been for his friend hosting today, he might have settled for another brothel in Xixiang Lou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao’s gaze fell to the first-floor hall, where gongs and drums clanged in lively bustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A banner hung high: “Caotang Poetry Gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale was immense, nearly filling the entire first-floor space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao couldn’t help but feel envious, sighing: “Young Master Su Yun truly spends lavishly—this spectacle must have cost over ten thousand taels of silver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman beside him covered her mouth with a light laugh: “Young Master Su comes from the Su family—why would he worry about money? He’s had mountains of gold and silver since childhood, seeking only pleasure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai’s gaze dropped lower, seeing several noble young masters from the Nine Surnames slowly ascending the stage, led by Su Yun, followed by Xie Xuan and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A servant held aloft a plaque inscribed with “Caotang Poetry Appreciation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan, Zhang Yuanlai, and He Xiao all knew him—he was a son of Xie Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second floor erupted in murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Caotang Poetry Gathering is just a hollow display built on silver—every month they go through this same routine. It’s tiresome. A proper scholarly gathering, ruined into vulgar spectacle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why must the young masters of the Nine Surnames do this? Aren’t they just inviting trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai glanced around; the air buzzed with cold remarks—mostly similar mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother He, what do you think of this Caotang Poetry Gathering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao smiled faintly, his eyes filled with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget the rest—just the monthly hundred-tael stipend for joining the poetry society is enough to make anyone jealous. And every time you attend a gathering, all expenses—carriages, lodging, food for man and horse—are fully covered by Young Master Su.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his hand unconsciously drifted toward the plump waist of the woman beside him, though she gently pushed it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao didn’t mind; his smile remained unchanged as he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many people would break their heads to join this society? Some, mouth full of disdain, yet their bodies are only too eager.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These days, if you can’t shed that Confucian robe, how will you earn silver? A few pounds of integrity won’t buy you a single coin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, noise rose from downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s usual opening speech was already familiar to all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a woman slowly entered, the men on the second floor all paused, craning their necks to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu Yunniang!” someone exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The huākuí of Yuehua Pavilion—one of Bianjing’s Eighteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao gazed at the slender figure, a flicker of obsession in his eyes, murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The name ‘Huākuí’ is truly deserved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder the ancients said: ‘A night of spring passion is worth a thousand taels; to die beneath a peony is to die in elegance.’ Seeing her now, I know the saying holds true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan stood on the stage, beaming with pride, smiling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunniang has joined the Caotang Poetry Society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang bowed gracefully on stage, her posture ethereal, like a fairy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted in cheers, thunderous applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a private room on the fifth floor of Yuehua Pavilion, several women leaned by the window, delicately cracking sunflower seeds, their beauty rivaling Hu Yunniang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curtains hung low, faint whispers drifting through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s bold enough to show her face—clearly she’s fully aligned herself with Young Master Su.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Su Yun’s help, this year’s huākuí selection will surely stir up new turmoil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These sisters are becoming more and more difficult to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the first-floor stage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang appeared only briefly, nodded to Su Yun, then gracefully descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before all eyes, she vanished behind the curtain, drawing sighs and wistful glances from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huākuí reside on the fifth floor—ordinary people rarely glimpse their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the crowd held little hope for the Caotang Poetry Gathering, they still wished to catch another glimpse of the beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yunniang’s brief appearance had set the whole scene ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Su Yun promptly ordered his servants to display the poetry submissions from the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another masterful poems appeared on paper, held high on wooden plaques—all carefully selected by Su Yun from recent poetry gatherings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red cloth covered them, lending an air of solemnity akin to the official posting of examination results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai smiled and said, “It seems this Young Master Su has indeed put in great effort—he’s clearly prepared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao held a different view; he knew that although the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering was founded by Su Yun, the custom of poetry societies had long been widespread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many sons of the Nine Great Surnames had imitated the practice, forming their own poetry gatherings; Su Yun was merely a latecomer. Those who loved composing verse and revered literature had long joined the established poetry societies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a year, the Grass Hall Poetry Gathering had produced no outstanding works, relying only on silver to sustain itself, gradually earning the nickname “Fool’s Poetry Society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, masterpieces are rare. Though the Great Qi had countless Confucian scholars, many merely groaned without cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s offerings were so impressive that he noticed guests on the second, third, and even fifth floors had been overlooked, so he dispatched servants to deliver each guest a gift of pastries and handwritten notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the red cloth was lifted, each poem displayed prompted servants to rush up and down, delivering copied originals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opera troupe’s singer raised her voice clearly: “‘Ode to Autumn,’ by Master Hu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, all in the upper and lower halls lowered their voices involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Autumn’s chill often brings gloom and sorrow; I say the golden wind has yet to bloom. Gentle clouds and warm sun suit each other well—why should sorrow come to Bianjing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singer’s voice rose and fell with rhythm and cadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening, Zhang Yuanlai sighed: “Master Hu truly excels in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. This poem’s imagery is uplifting, refreshingly new.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another plaque was unveiled, revealing its verse, and the singer continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This poem too was a masterpiece, earning nods of approval from all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Xiao laughed, patting the railing: “This Young Master Su has gone to such great lengths today—he clearly came prepared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from below, the singer’s voice rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘Ode to Spring,’ by Xie Xuan of the Xie Clan—The sparrow lazily tends its feathers; white jade magnolia scent lingers. The temple dragon sneezes once, and old leaves sprout new branches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All within the Moonlight Pavilion were Confucian scholars, or of high birth, well-read in poetry and verse, their minds filled with literary grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This poem is decent. Xie Xuan of the Xie Clan seems a well-read man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Xie Clan has produced masters like Master Xie—its reputation remains unblemished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Xuan stood before the stage, his face carefully composed, yet unable to hide a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gain fame and glory is the deed of a true man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singer paused briefly, then announced loudly: “‘Ode to Enlightenment,’ by Su Yun—Who holds the moon amid clouds? It follows the flowing light. By the lake, she poses gracefully; a green goblet awaits wine to be poured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai held the paper handed to him by Su Yun’s servant, carefully reading the poem as the singer recited it, and exclaimed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Su Yun truly has poetic talent. This poem is excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This poem is undoubtedly the finest of today’s gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the singer prepared to continue, Su Yun stepped forward and personally lifted a red cloth, revealing the next poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By Li Shuwan, the talented lady of the Li Clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regrettably, only four lines remain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singer recited the four lines:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The twin branches bloom in full splendor; jealous winds and rains hasten their fall. May the Green Emperor forever reign, and never let petals scatter on green moss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...May the Green Emperor forever reign, and never let petals scatter on green moss.” Many women whispered the lines again, savoring their depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this the very voice of the women of Moonlight Pavilion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twin branches bloom in full splendor, yet are envied and crushed by wind and rain, ever urging their decay. How they wished the deity of spring would forever hold back its end, preventing these tender, lovely blossoms from falling upon the green moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life, too, holds joy and sorrow, parting and reunion; all things in the world are thus, never perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trapped as “caged birds,” their youth fades swiftly, their prime never returns—this poem’s imagery struck deep within their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was the women of this world, most prone to sorrowing over spring and mourning autumn, that now let out soft sobs echoing through the pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai looked at the woman beside him, her head bowed, tears falling, and felt utterly at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never encountered this scene; he did not know how to comfort her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Jin kept signaling him to look around—men were seizing the chance to pull women into their arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai still dared not, so he cleared his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A talented lady of the Li Clan? Written beautifully. Though I cannot fully grasp it, this piece must be the finest of today—surely it will circulate through the Western Wing Pavilion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today’s Grass Hall Poetry Gathering has truly taken flight. A few more such events, and it may shed its ‘moneybag poetry society’ name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun, seeing the scene in the pavilion, drew a deep breath. To bring fame to the woman he loved was indeed a man’s greatest joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And two more lines of poetry remained—key to today’s Grass Hall Poetry Gathering’s sudden renown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He personally lifted the final red cloth, revealing a carefully mounted scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the very piece written by Xie Guan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun gazed at the bold, flowing script on the paper and was still struck by its brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the final poem of today’s Grass Hall Poetry Gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regrettably, it is only a fragment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Presented by Su Yun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singer, seeing the characters on the scroll and Su Yun bowing respectfully to all four directions, dared not delay—she raised her voice clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When fame is unseen, the heart remains undying; again I light the lamp to read my writings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The roc flies northward; the phoenix faces the morning sun; again I carry books and sword on a boundless road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was quiet, and the hall grew even quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As servants distributed copied texts to every attendee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai stared at the words on the paper, his hand gripping the railing tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes slowly reddened, his throat tightened, and finally, tears fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For over thirty years, toiling hard, pounding the railing with no one understanding his longing—wasn’t this the path of study and the imperial examinations?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fame is unseen, the heart remains undying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from home, head bowed in white-haired toil—wasn’t this all for ten years of cold windows, to one day gain renown?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again I light the lamp to read my writings!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through hardship, he yearned for it: “The roc flies northward; the phoenix faces the morning sun; again I carry books and sword on a boundless road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does the original aspiration still remain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most in the hall were men who had failed in officialdom and the imperial exams; their great ambitions were not meant for this—they were all the disillusioned, otherwise they would not be loitering in brothels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouted loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Su, who wrote this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun replied clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grass Hall Poetry Gathering—Xie Clan, Xie Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yuanlai suddenly raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Clan—Xie Guan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【It was afternoon; you finally rose slowly, your dizziness and heaviness somewhat eased.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You threw on a robe and stepped into the courtyard, where you let out a solid sneeze.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【(End of Chapter)】\u003C\u002Fp>",2828,"2026-06-21T01:33:01.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","176da8d622887a44d57e2a3859d498d9050183fdffe52be04ae72bcc30d81e81","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-547","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-545",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]