[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-chapter-256":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: Everyone's an Abstract Meme Lord",{"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},2338461,4571,"Chapter 256: Female Brat Zi: Thanks for the Invite, I Was Just Picked Up from a Bat","simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-chapter-256",256,"\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue walked over at the sound, coldly sizing up the two:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are Itachi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are Itachi here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuji bowed hastily: “I am Zeng Aniu, and this is Zhuer. We’re merely passing through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were earnest, but Ding Minjun, standing nearby, sneered and whispered to Mistress Miejue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, these two are demons of the Evil Cult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she finished speaking, Yin Li let out a cold snort, her eyes turning icy, her foot tapping lightly as she closed the distance in an instant, palm aimed straight for Ding Minjun’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike came too fast and too brutal—if Mistress Miejue hadn’t reacted swiftly, Ding Minjun would have been dead on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue swept her sleeve, and the Yitian Sword was already drawn, a flash of cold light lashing toward Yin Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Li was no match; within a few moves she was subdued, her wrist twisted and pinned by Mistress Miejue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Yin Li captured, Zhang Wuji panicked and moved to rescue her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, an invisible hand seized his body, lifting him into the air and flinging him straight to Luo Jie’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thud!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie grabbed him by the neck, as if lifting a chick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue’s eyes flickered with shock: “Master Luo, your Dragon-Taming and Crane-Controlling skill is extraordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the martial world, Dragon-Taming and Crane-Controlling arts, even at their peak, could only snatch objects or enemies from five or six feet away, or wrest weapons from hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Luo Jie, standing dozens of zhang away, had plucked him over with a mere gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His martial prowess was truly inconceivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie merely smiled: “Not at all, just crude tricks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this, Dragon-Taming and Crane-Controlling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuji, held aloft by one of Luo Jie’s hands, couldn’t move, his face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled a few times, realizing he couldn’t even speak—his heart pounded in terror:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of martial art is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even sealed any meridians, yet I’m paralyzed and mute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve never heard of such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding Minjun seized the moment: “Master, these remnants of the Evil Cult can’t be spared—let’s execute them here and now to uphold justice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Luo Jie smiled faintly and spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This young man’s internal energy is pure and yang—hardly the mark of an Evil Cult member.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s question him first before deciding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue nodded slightly, turning to Zhang Wuji:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is your master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuji felt his chest loosen—he could move again—and answered quickly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Zeng Aniu; my master is an unnamed escort guard from a small village…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his eyes darted, his voice unsteady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was Mistress Miejue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw through his lie at once—she had been about to press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, a commotion came from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to see a man in a white robe with green stripes sprinting into the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure moved swiftly, like a bat gliding through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Emei disciples could react, he struck them down with a single palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snatched up Zi, who had been watching from the corner, and turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo rushed forward to intercept him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he merely flicked his palm lightly—and Zhou Zhiruo flew backward like a broken kite, crashing hard to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Green-Winged Bat King Wei Xiaoyi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue paled, drawing the Yitian Sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie also saw Zi being held by Wei Xiaoyi, his brow furrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Wei Xiaoyi, mid-leap over the dunes, suddenly froze—as if hitting an invisible glass wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he plummeted straight down, crashing onto the sand with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie waved his hand—and Wei Xiaoyi’s body flew straight to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Luo Jie swung a heavy punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous crash, Wei Xiaoyi’s chest exploded, blood spraying everywhere; his body collapsed like a rag, lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire scene fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuji’s mouth hung open, nearly biting his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo slowly rose, clutching her chest, face filled with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue stared deeply at Luo Jie, clasped her hands: “Master Luo, Itachi truly conceal your depths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie waved his hand, humbly: “Lucky, lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he casually sealed a few meridians on Zhang Wuji and tossed him to the nearby Emei disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch him. Don’t let him run.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie walked to Zi, lifted her from the ground, and tapped her head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zi felt her throat loosen—her voice returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was dazed, staring blankly at Wei Xiaoyi’s corpse, her lips trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had almost become the bat king’s dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She murmured: “That… that was the Green-Winged Bat King?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie nodded: “Correct. Itachi nearly got drained dry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zi swallowed hard, her face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born in the Star Pavilion, she had heard of Wei Xiaoyi’s infamous reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie smirked: “Aren’t Itachi going to thank me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zi fell silent for a few seconds, then whispered: “Thank Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie smiled: “That’s better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zi: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She truly dared not be defiant anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Mistress Miejue had already begun treating the wounded with her disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo’s face was pale, her lips blue—she had suffered severe internal injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue frowned, channeling her energy to heal her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo was struck by the Ice-Cotton Palm—cold energy has entered her body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Emei Nine Yang Art can dispel it, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced around—many other disciples had suffered the same injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she healed them one by one, she’d exhaust most of her internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the upcoming battle at Bright Peak demanded her full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healing now would drain her power—unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she decided: “Don’t treat them now. We’ll heal them after returning to the mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, bound Zhang Wuji noticed many Emei disciples afflicted by the cold energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated, unsure whether to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he wavered, a voice spoke: “Let me handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned—Luo Jie walked forward calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Miejue frowned: “Master Luo, don’t waste your own energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Jie smiled: “It’s just a minor ailment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, lifted Zhou Zhiruo, placed one hand on her back, and gently activated his internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Zhou Zhiruo felt a scorching, searing heat surge from her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This energy wasn’t gentle like Emei Nine Yang Art—it was ruthless, sweeping through every meridian in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold, stiffened channels in her body were washed clean by the heat; within a single breath, the cold energy vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her eyes, color returning to her face, her spirit revived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1093,"2026-06-20T22:07:50.161Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2530e6682f1d3f43ffe6389c98ad09938a9b106afeb18ecd066e660c2e192f73","simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-chapter-257","simultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-chapter-255",258,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-everyone-s-an-abstr-cover.jpg"]