[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"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},2315270,4528,"Chapter 15: If You Have a Gun But Won","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, confident in his martial prowess, casually pushed open the window and leapt inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive skill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Jie’s light, fluid movements, Wang Chuang’s pupils contracted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he himself attempted it, he doubted he could match such effortless grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! I thought it was someone important—turns out it’s just a weakling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other bandits lacked Wang Chuang’s discernment; they stared at Zhang Jie’s slender, almost emaciated frame beneath his black attire and laughed mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, accustomed to judging strength by muscle mass and height, a body that didn’t bulge explosively or tower above others held no intimidation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss, let me take him down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to prove himself, Third Brother raised his waist saber and charged toward Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, Third Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third Brother, you’re awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other bandits cheered loudly for their Third Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had already placed bets on how many moves Zhang Jie could survive against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Third Brother collapsed clutching his stomach, barely three meters from Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His waist saber clattered to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third Brother, what’s wrong with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other bandits were baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Zhang Jie was confused—what trick was this bandit playing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Third Brother had charged at him with fierce intent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Zhang Jie had assumed he possessed some secret technique, raising his guard accordingly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had even prepared to channel his inner Qi and draw his longsword—when Third Brother suddenly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie couldn’t help but feel amused: Was this Third Brother some clown sent by monkeys?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he trying to laugh Zhang Jie to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, despite the urge to laugh, Zhang Jie remained alert, wary of any new tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One must never be caught off guard in a ditch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Poison—the wine’s poisoned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Brother, writhing in agony as if fire and knives churned inside his belly, pointed tremblingly at Wang Chuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? The wine’s poisoned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits, who had just been drinking the wine like water, turned pale with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the wine was poisoned, then they too must have been poisoned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss, how could you poison your own brothers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp-minded bandit already knew who was responsible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Wild Boar Village, who else but Big Boss Wang Chuang had the chance to poison everyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss, don’t you care about brotherhood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bandit cried out in anguish, accusing Wang Chuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet years of Wang Chuang’s iron rule had instilled such deep fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that even poisoned, none dared speak his name outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brotherhood? How much is brotherhood worth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang, still seated calmly on his tiger-skin chair, spoke with icy indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brotherly loyalty? How much is brotherly loyalty worth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang sat impassively on the tiger-skin armchair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, bandits began collapsing like Third Brother, clutching their stomachs and writhing on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, only Wang Chuang and Zhang Jie remained unharmed in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandits continued to collapse like Brother San, clutching their stomachs and writhing on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss Wang, what boldness—and what a cruel heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie clapped lightly, witnessing the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Big Boss had realized he couldn’t satisfy this pack of blood-hungry wolves,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and decisively chose to strike first, avoiding being devoured by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that could have driven Wang Chuang to such a ruthless decision was the death of Ximen Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ximen Qing’s death had only just been reported yesterday by the Ximen family and the county office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Wang Chuang had spent just one night deliberating before deciding to kill all his brothers to eliminate future threats!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news of Ximen Qing’s death had only just spread yesterday from the Ximen household and the county yamen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A petty man isn’t a true gentleman; without cruelty, one isn’t a real man. You flatter me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zhang Jie’s mockery, Wang Chuang didn’t take offense—he was plainly proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only regret he felt was this sudden black-clad intruder interrupting his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his plan would have been flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he killed this black-clad man, his plan would still be flawless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss, you poisoned us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now someone’s infiltrated the mountain—what will you do about him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the veteran bandits, writhing on the floor, spoke with grim satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his years of street experience, he knew that except for a few naive fools,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>anyone bold enough to ambush a whole bandit stronghold alone must be a master of martial skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by how casually this black-clad man had appeared and conversed with them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he wasn’t just experienced—he was a true expert with extraordinary abilities!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning, this black-clad man likely had the power to challenge the entire Wild Boar Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, without their numbers as support,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even though Wang Chuang was the strongest individual fighter in the village,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he would likely die at the hands of this black-clad man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Boss, we’ll wait for you on the Yellow Springs Road!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bandit’s eyes burned with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could accept dying in a raid from guards’ retaliation, or being crushed by government troops,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even being captured and publicly beheaded at the marketplace—they’d have no complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they could not accept dying from betrayal by their own,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>especially from the one they trusted most and obeyed without question: Big Boss Wang Chuang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! You needn’t worry about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if you plan to wait for me on the Yellow Springs Road, you’ll wait a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang laughed heartily, showing not a trace of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding the possibility he was insane, the only explanation was that he had another advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang yanked aside the tiger-skin behind him and pulled something from the back of the wooden chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shenbi Crossbow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie exclaimed upon seeing what Wang Chuang held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The object in Wang Chuang’s hands—its design unmistakable—was a Shenbi Crossbow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a body of mulberry wood, limbs of sandalwood, fitted with iron stirrups, a spearhead, and a brass horse-face trigger mechanism,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with a string length of two feet five inches and a total length of three feet three inches,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>capable of shooting between two hundred forty and three hundred forty paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Shenbi Crossbow was terrifyingly powerful—it could pierce half the shaft of an elm tree,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its force rivaling that of a modern light firearm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie regarded the Shenbi Crossbow with deep wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he possessed inner Qi and lightness skills,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had no confidence he could withstand a shot from a weapon matching modern firearms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on his estimates, only two figures in the Heaven and Earth Sword Chronicles could completely ignore the Shenbi Crossbow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Sanfeng, now a hundred years old and creator of Taiji Quan and Taiji Jian,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Zhang Wuji, who had fully mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Qi-Nature Shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other top-tier masters like the Yin-Yang Elders, Abbess Miéjué, Bai Meiying, and Xie Xun—if struck in a vital spot—would die instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, with their keen eyesight and speed, it was hard for a Shenbi Crossbow to even aim at such masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You clearly have excellent knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang was now certain this black-clad man was no ordinary outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, with these experts’ vision and speed, it’s hard to aim a divine-arm crossbow at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, you indeed have keen insight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang became even more certain that the black-clothed man before him was of extraordinary origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This crossbow is a military treasure; only noble families or seasoned soldiers can recognize it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang was once a soldier of the Western Army, but he cowardly shrank from battle, refusing to face the feared Western Xia Iron Hawks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he stole one crossbow and a dozen bolts, fleeing back to his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the military guarded the crossbow tightly; someone later traced his path by following the marks left by his use of the crossbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gradually uncovered his identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced to flee his home, he eventually took refuge on Wild Boar Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such a devastating weapon in hand, he could remain calm and composed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>chatting idly with Zhang Jie, the mysterious black-clad man whose origins and abilities were unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re bold enough to defy heaven, Master Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie murmured in amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although our Great Song has long been called a coward, weak in foreign wars, it excels in internal suppression:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin seized the throne from the orphaned and widowed Chai family and founded the Song, over a hundred years have passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of rebellions have arisen in these years, yet all were crushed one by one by the Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was partly because our cowardly Song “shares the realm with scholar-officials,” denying rebels the support of the literati,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and partly because the Song enforced an extremely strict ban on military arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though swords and ordinary hunting bows were permitted, armor and crossbows were tightly forbidden—so tightly guarded as to be impenetrable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common saying among the people goes: “One suit of armor outweighs three crossbows; three suits send you to the underworld.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang had hidden not just any crossbow, but the divine-arm crossbow—a weapon so rare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even a sentence of family extermination would be justified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Wang Chuang had become an outlaw, the Song’s laws no longer reached him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet if the authorities discovered he possessed the divine-arm crossbow, they would surely send an army to sweep his lair clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you and they all die here, who will know I have the divine-arm crossbow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang pointed at Zhang Jie, then at the fallen “brothers,” outlining his solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Wang Chuang began to string the crossbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, he had secretly practiced stringing it countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain he could string it before Zhang Jie reached him—and then pierce Zhang Jie’s heart with one shot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven has doomed us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits lying on the ground, seeing no hope of revenge, wailed in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven? With this crossbow in hand, I am heaven!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Chuang’s expression was arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already imagined killing everyone here, then fleeing with his accumulated wealth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>buying hundreds of acres of land in some remote place, taking several wives,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fathering several fat sons, living the life of a warm hearth, wife, and children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought of it, a blissful smile spread across Wang Chuang’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to imagine such a smile on the face of a ruthless killer like Wang Chuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile froze on Wang Chuang’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a small, circular wound, the size of a little finger, appeared on his forehead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a slow trickle of red-and-white fluid oozed from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits stared, stunned, at the strange weapon in Zhang Jie’s hand, still steaming with white vapor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, this black-clad man had pulled out the odd short-tube weapon from his sleeve in a flash,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pointed it at Master Wang on the platform, and with a sound like thunder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Wang collapsed onto his tiger-skin chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie blew gently on the barrel, then spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beyond seven paces, the gun is fast; within seven paces, it is both accurate and fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhang Jie had felt some caution when Wang Chuang drew the divine-arm crossbow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had not feared him—precisely because he carried the truth of a future age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Master Wang had been instantly convinced—he would never voice opposition again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Zhang Jie, despite possessing martial arts, still used firearms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: If you have a gun and don’t use it, how can you become a grandmaster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learn gunfighting arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a martial arts master wields a gun, even immortals cannot stop him!\u003C\u002Fp>",1925,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e6fa8bb2b2ad90fa200551dff37912e3c5e4eccb555641ed3c4411b2abab5325","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-16","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-14",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]