[{"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-582":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},2347597,4587,"Chapter 582: Take Xie Guan","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-582",582,"\u003Cp>The sun was about to set behind the western hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was overcast; the light snow that had just fallen had already ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun led a group of servants into the carriage amid the cold wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giddy-up—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in Bianjing recognized the Su family’s carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, passersby and vehicles wisely made way, or glanced up briefly before lowering their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth passage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master has arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carriage finally stopped before a grand mansion, its gate hung with a plaque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two large characters “Su Fu” were written in bold, flowing script—rumored to be penned by the Second Master of the Academy himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gatekeeper hurried forward to greet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun and Chen Jiuyan arrived in separate carriages; gender separation was a matter of propriety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun stepped down from the carriage, aided by servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan leapt down effortlessly, landing without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though heavy snow had fallen these past days!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Longyu Street had been swept clean, bright and spotless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few people walked the street; some children, bundled in thick red coats and tiger-skin hats, their faces flushed red from the cold, exhaled visible steam as they threw snowballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been called home by elders, their faces still marked with reluctant reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianjing. Longyu Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its name carried unmatched prestige in the capital of Da Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the Imperial City, the main gate had originally been Chengtian Gate—but a hundred years ago, they rerouted the western gate leading to Longyu Street to become the new Chengtian Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illogical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Bianjing’s common folk took it in stride, for Longyu Street housed two great clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Su family. The Xue family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xue family differed from the other nine great clans: they displayed no flamboyance, and few held official posts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the nine great clans, the Xue family ranked low in influence, and over the years had produced no notable figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they controlled Bianjing’s “meat market,” several major moneylenders, pawnshops, and vegetable markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet compared to the other nine clans, who routinely monopolized grain transport and salt-iron trade, they were indeed discreet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xue family enjoyed a good reputation in Bianjing; their moneylending practices never imposed the exorbitant terms like “nine out, thirteen back,” “interest paid in severed heads,” or forcing debtors into ruin with human collateral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet rumors had long circulated in Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Academy’s Second Master was born into the Xue family—though a collateral branch, not highly regarded, with old grievances and tangled grudges between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether true or false, only the nobility of Da Qi could know for certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Common folk preferred gossip; such tales were the wine’s accompaniment in taverns and teahouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main gate of the grand mansion remained closed; instead, they entered Su Fu through the southwest gate with Chen Jiuyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan followed closely behind Su Yun, her thoughts still fixed on the ten games of weiqi she had played against Xie Guan, her demeanor distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Fu was vast, even more spacious than Xie Fu, yet its layout was simple and clear: a narrow path led directly to the back courtyard’s weiqi pavilion, where Su Jing resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun walked calmly; he remembered his grandfather should have returned from the Grand Secretariat today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to pay his respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather came home only once or twice a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Servants they passed bowed respectfully to Su Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fourth Master, Su Jing, had married early; his wife was merely the daughter of a butcher from a back alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving birth to Su Yun’s father and his three brothers, she died young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing never remarried; he raised all four sons alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the four sons grew up and married, fearing their father would live in lonely solitude, none of them separated households.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four Su brothers maintained harmonious relations, starkly different from the bitter rivalry within the Xie family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Su Jing’s reputation soared, he was already in his forties or fifties; his four sons were already married and established.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their wives were mostly common women, inheriting their father’s devotion—each of the four married only one wife, never taking concubines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s father was the youngest of the four brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among Su Yun’s generation, he had only two older sisters and one older brother, and a younger sister under ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Male heirs were relatively scarce!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s older brother served in the imperial court, immersed in officialdom, rarely seen in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun was the only male of the family who moved about openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His two sisters: the eldest eloped with a nomadic slave to the northern Changsheng Tian; the second took up Daoist scriptures and became a Kun Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two incidents caused uproar at home; even Su Yun’s uncles nearly expelled them from the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it was his grandfather who intervened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Children have their own fortunes; leave them be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandfather personally escorted the eldest sister; she wept bitterly, kneeling and kowtowing at the city gate to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply said, “Once you leave Da Qi, do not return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second sister trained at the Chaoyang Monastery in Beihai Dao, returning once a year—always avoiding her grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nearly New Year’s Eve; yet she had not returned this year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun shook off his thoughts; he had reached the weiqi pavilion in the back courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon entering the courtyard, servants withdrew; only he and Chen Jiuyan remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called weiqi pavilion was a three-story building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first floor received guests; the second housed books; the third was for living quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold had deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the pavilion’s entrance stood a small hut serving as its gatehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a fire burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man with white hair and beard, hunched and frail, one leg missing from the pant leg, lay dozing on a chair beside the stove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun stepped forward and bowed to the old man: “Old Man Chang, is Grandfather here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man known as Chang opened his cloudy eyes slightly; upon recognizing Su Yun, he did not rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s Young Master Yun. The Elder returned and said if you came, you should enter directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jiuyan snapped back to awareness—this was her first time meeting the Master since arriving in Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She adjusted her robes, bowed to the old man on the reclining chair, then followed Su Yun inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Old Man Chang was no ordinary man—he was a martial cultivator of the Ninth Rank Xuan Dan, grievously wounded, who had served the Fourth Master for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man watched the two enter the pavilion, said nothing more, merely closed his eyes and gently rocked his chair, murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Master’s final disciple is truly exceptional—a girl barely over ten, already entered the middle three realms of martial cultivation; her spiritual radiance is deeply internalized, likely on the verge of breaking into the Sixth Realm of Primordial Spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultivating the Primordial Spirit is the true path; otherwise, one ends up nothing but an old cripple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Yun’s bone structure is excellent—but alas, he has no interest in martial cultivation… such a pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun and Chen Jiuyan gently pushed open the door; the interior was sparse, holding only a few weiqi boards and tea tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man waited within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun bowed respectfully: “Ruwen, pays respects to Grandfather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s courtesy name was Ruwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Qiongyan, pays respects to Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s true name was Chen Qiongyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stood by the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weathered, slightly amused voice came: “Close the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun swiftly shut the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated behind the weiqi board sat an aged man, his appearance even more weathered than Old Man Chang outside—eighty or ninety years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin and frail, dressed in a loose blue robe, his face deeply lined, yet traces of youthful handsomeness remained—now like a withered tree in the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet beneath his sparse white brows, his eyes glimmered with faint, quiet radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun stepped forward and skillfully brewed tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To outsiders, “Su Xiang” stood atop the clouds—yet now, a faint smile appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man first studied the woman, nodded slightly, and said kindly: “Sit. Don’t be formal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan sat opposite the old man, a weiqi board between them, bearing only five or six scattered stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, a single white stone occupied the “Tianyuan” point; the woman’s expression flickered with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White played Tianyuan after just a few moves!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instantly recalled today’s tenth game, the loss, and Xie Guan’s words: “Weiqi is not the Dao—it is the Art of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man asked, “What’s wrong with Qiongyan today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun quietly brewed tea for both of them and interjected, “Grandfather may not know yet—Qiongyan lost her game today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man tossed the stones back into the bowl, revealing a withered right hand, its knuckles protruding, speckled with age spots, skin thin, veins and tendons clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed violently, his chest rising and falling, his left hand hidden within his wide sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Bianjing, only Du Jing and Tang Zi’ang among the Chess Attendants can consistently beat Qiongyan,” the old man said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun, seeing his grandfather like this, filled with worry in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather, don’t go to the Grand Secretariat tomorrow. Rest for a few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man waved his hand. “Just an old ailment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan found it strange—how could someone of her Master’s cultivation base be so frail? Ever since she became his disciple, he had always been this weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun knew his grandfather’s nature—once decided, no persuasion could sway him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not delay: “It wasn’t Master Du or Old Master Tang—it was someone from our Grass Hall Poetry Society. He hasn’t even reached adulthood yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked at Chen Qiongyan’s dejected expression and chuckled, “Qiongyan, who’s always dominated others with her chess, has finally met her match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan lifted her head, tone defiant: “He must’ve trained since childhood and deliberately hid his strength—deceitful. If we started over, I certainly… wouldn’t lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman recalled the final games of their match and reluctantly amended: “I’m not certain I’d lose to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man, observing her lack of confidence, grew curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun recounted the day’s events in full, including the ten games against Xie Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Guan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man paused, then asked, “Could it be the student who wrote, ‘The roc flies north, the phoenix faces the sun, carrying books and sword through boundless paths’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun nodded, smiling brightly: “Yes. Xie Guan is now part of our Grass Hall Poetry Society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled—he was well aware of the Poetry Society Su Yun had founded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To win six games straight against Qiongyan—this man is truly extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the woman changed the subject: “Master, what is chess, truly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing laughed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s your own question—you come asking me? Whatever you think it is, that’s what it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what do you think it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man gently returned the last white stone, placed on the tengyuan point, to the bowl, and said calmly: “Playing chess is just playing chess. No need to over-interpret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan froze—those words echoed exactly what Xie Guan had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She straightened and said firmly: “Master, I want to play one game.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled: “How many stones should I give you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan hesitated—she wanted to ask for eight stones, but remembering her Master’s skill, she dared not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me nine stones!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man took black, gave nine stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman took white, placed her first move on the tengyuan point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handicap of more than nine stones is considered a teaching game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan took black and played against the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun didn’t need to watch—he already knew the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, after only a few dozen moves, Chen Qiongyan hesitated, then resigned mid-game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman accepted it as natural, yet was surprised by how decisively she lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, her Master didn’t cleverly seize the tengyuan like Xie Guan—he simply placed stones casually, steadily building momentum until victory was assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao’s chess cannot overpower the teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman sighed faintly, a confusion rising within her—chess seemed forever barred by this mountain of a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, her skill had barely improved; she’d hit a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was that young Xie family bastard she’d met today—his chess was equally treacherous, flawless, yet unexpectedly brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of despair washed over her. Her once-proud chess skill had been defeated by someone younger than her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the illusion Xie Guan had pulled her into within the small courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan’s expression grew vacant, her eyelids heavy, pupils unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt herself sinking again into the icy Zehu Lake—the yellow pupils, as large as lanterns, at the bottom filled her with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a drowning woman, she desperately tried to escape this horrifying place, her limbs cold, her chest filled with water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her hands clutching her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weathered voice, like thunder, exploded in Chen Qiongyan’s ear, yanking her violently back into the chess room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man lifted his gaze and said slowly: “Hold your heart-mind. Let your primordial spirit sit firm in the Huangting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you get a heart demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan exhaled, steadied her mind, and recounted everything—how Xie Guan had dragged her into the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This secret clash between the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun, listening beside them, suddenly understood—no wonder Qiongyan had looked so strange earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had never cultivated primordial spirit or martial arts, he knew well how difficult primordial spirit cultivation was. For Xie Guan to possess such terrifying primordial spirit power—unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glimmer of light flashed in the old man’s eyes. The woman blinked, then came back to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was stunned—the dreamlike memories of moments ago had grown hazy, now utterly forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing asked: “Zehu Lake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me everything else that happened today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Chen Qiongyan saw solemnity on her Master’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman described every detail with greater precision—even the exact placement of each stone in all ten games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before leaving, Xie Guan asked me to help him with something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His first teacher—he died drunk at home…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man frowned slightly: “First teacher?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun added: “I think his name was Dong… Shao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong Shao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s pupils contracted sharply, his expression jolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Su Yun was startled—he had never seen his grandfather look like this. His grandfather was always calm, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather, who is this man…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qiongyan was equally shocked—she had never seen her Master show such an expression, one tinged with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Dong Shao have some connection to the Master?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why would it affect him so deeply? Her mind filled with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes. He said nothing more, voice icy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This has nothing to do with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Su Jing’s grim expression, both dared not linger and quickly took their leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two departed; the door to the chess room closed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the chess room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the old man remained, draped in a wide green robe, head bowed, face hidden in shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full moon rose above, nearly the fifteenth—round as a plate, casting clear light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chang Qi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Qi, outside the room, was jolted awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he appeared inside—strangely, the door had not opened; he knelt on the cold floor with one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Master, Chang Qi is here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man seated beside the board slowly opened his eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go guard the Xie household. If Xie Hong is there, you can’t enter. But if Xie Guan leaves the Xie residence, kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Qi merely murmured: “Yes, Old Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Qi vanished from within the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned. Only Su Jing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he extended his left hand from beneath his wide sleeve—the hand was luminous, smooth, like a youth’s skin, starkly contrasting his aged face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slightly turned his neck, revealing the skin beneath—equally pale and youthful. Even his facial skin began peeling, revealing a younger face beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie sight sent chills down the spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing frowned deeply, eyes filled with complexity and struggle. He exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your surname is Dong... Master, your real surname must be Dong, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2742,"2026-06-21T01:33:01.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5d9570bdafe74fa7e41ac7bad54afaf9ceeec700bf38b4e7a697c62b88b0349b","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-583","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-581",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]