[{"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-16":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},2315271,4528,"Chapter 16: Zhang Jie: That","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>“Save us! Save us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other bandits, seeing Wang Chuang dead, all begged Zhang Jie for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was not surprised that these bandits were still alive this long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this ancient world where chemical industry was virtually nonexistent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finding a colorless, odorless, painless poison that could kill within minutes was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most notorious poison—the Wang Po brand arsenic, meticulously crafted by Wang Po of Yanggu County—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>required anywhere from ten minutes to an hour to cause death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, it demanded a high dosage (about 100–200 mg).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, due to the effects of arsenic trioxide, the main component of arsenic,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the victim would suffer multiple organ failure and endure unbearable agony before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the fictional embellishments of Master Shi Nai’an, in this world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only the sleeping powder used in “The Theft of the Birthday Tribute” achieved colorlessness, odorlessness, and painlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But naturally, it was not lethal; once the effect wore off,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those soldiers and Yang Zhi the Blue-Faced Beast were all hopping around as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, if these bandits received timely medical aid, their poisoning might still be reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if some had drunk too much and were beyond saving, a few who had consumed less could still be rescued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their instinctive desire to live drove these bandits to beg Zhang Jie, the only one capable of saving them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie almost laughed at the bandits’ naive words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they really think he had come here overnight just to bring them warmth and comfort?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the few clerks and guards killed in his family’s caravan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had also begged for mercy from the bandits of Wild Boar Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet these bastards didn’t spare them after seizing the goods—they tortured and murdered them for sport!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie drew his longsword from his belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clear blade reflected a cold, metallic gleam under the firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rouzhi Sword Technique!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie channeled his inner Qi into the blade, and the hundred-fold forged steel instantly became as pliant as silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longsword bent and fluttered like a soft ribbon, unpredictable and fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Jie slowly circled the hall, the supple blade lightly sliced through the throats of the bandits\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who lay on the ground, paralyzed by the growing effects of the poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These villains, who had raided and plundered alongside Wang Chuang, instantly met their end before Yan Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fulfilled their vow: not to be born on the same day, but to die on the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Chuang? Does he think he can impersonate Li Chuangwang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eliminating all the bandits, Zhang Jie approached Wang Chuang’s tiger-skin chair and stared at his corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chuangwang, no matter what, was a mighty warlord—how could he be compared to this petty chief of Wild Boar Village?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, this guy’s behavior just now clearly showed he was trying to flee,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and what’s most important when fleeing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie idly played with the divine crossbow he had taken from Wang Chuang’s hand, thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The answer is money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, he reached his conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fleeing, you can lack anything—but never money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a culturally ignorant Hong Kong thug who only knew how to drink, party, and slash people\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>knew to take along a thick gold chain and a gold Rolex when running away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie casually tossed Wang Chuang’s lifeless corpse into the center of the hall to join his brothers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then ripped off the tiger skin from the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sizable bundle appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s eyes gleamed; he pried open the bundle with his sword scabbard and saw nothing but gleaming silver,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gleaming gold, and colorful jewels and ornaments!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath them lay several large Song Dynasty government-issued jiaozi notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie picked one up and saw the bold characters: “One Hundred Liang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the Great Song had already developed the world’s first widely circulated paper currency,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>centuries before the Ming Dynasty’s infamous, toilet-paper-too-hard-for-use baochao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the Han Dynasty had issued Emperor Wu’s “White Deer Skin Money,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Tang Dynasty had “Flying Money,” both were merely prototypes of currency,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>since the former was used only for royal gifts and the latter served merely as a remittance voucher, neither entering large-scale circulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Chuang has embezzled most of the loot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the gold, silver, and jewels worth at least a thousand liang, Zhang Jie marveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how vile his methods or cruel his nature, Wang Chuang was truly a master at making money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a bandit stronghold like Wild Boar Village, worth barely a few thousand liang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had somehow amassed over a thousand liang in private wealth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and still kept the other bandits from resenting him greatly—he was truly a little prince of embezzlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His art of embezzlement rivaled that of Wu Jingzhong, the station chief in “In the Name of the People,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who mastered the principles of the Jade Throne Buddha, the Stepenk car, and basic recording techniques!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Station Chief: Two full carts of stolen goods—you didn’t take a look?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ya: I did. Truly magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Station Chief: Tomorrow they’ll be shipped to Nanjing. What a pity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ya: I’ll escort them personally—absolutely safe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Station Chief: I heard there’s a Jade Throne Buddha, the ancestral treasure of Liu Yu from the Eastern Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ya: Yes, extremely valuable. I just passed by your house and happened to see your wife…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Station Chief: And?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ya: Your wife wanted to see the Jade Throne Buddha, but I refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s state property—it must be taken to Nanjing and placed in a museum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Station Chief: A fool who thinks museums are for treasures!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the victim, Zhang Jie naturally had no qualms about taking all the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had already spent hundreds of liang compensating the dead and injured clerks and guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that the five hundred liang he donated to County Magistrate Wen for the bandit suppression,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his direct cash outlay reached over a thousand liang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add the lost cargo, and his total losses were at least two thousand liang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking Wang Chuang’s embezzled gold, silver, and jewels merely barely covered Zhang Jie’s losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that doesn’t even count the loss of several capable men!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: In the Great Song, what is most precious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He further ransacked the entire mountain stronghold and found over a hundred taels of other bandits’ wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hastily ransacking the entire stronghold and seizing another hundred liang in other bandits’ wealth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie set fire to the main hall of Wild Boar Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let all this return to dust and earth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before the roaring flames, Zhang Jie’s expression grew serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two early minor bosses he had faced—Ximen Da Guanren and Wild Boar Village—were now dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to face greater challenges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword in hand, spear slung, bundle on back, Zhang Jie walked away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Zhang Jie, who had basic fire safety knowledge, deliberately left a firebreak\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to confine the flames to the main hall of Wild Boar Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that little rhyme again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fire on the mountain, the chief falls for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire on the mountain in the morning, me in the station by afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wisp of smoke from the mountain, I become a god in prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fire on the mountain, you and me in the station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bring fire up the mountain, spend your life in the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[101] One fire on the mountain, the chief comes looking for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[102] …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With experience, Zhang Jie moved swiftly, scaling the wall and slipping back into the room through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he noticed: Pan Jinlian, who should have been sound asleep, was sitting upright on the bed, staring at him with sharp eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, weren’t you already asleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s hand, holding the bundle, froze midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I could sleep soundly whenever my husband was out at night, I’d be a terrible wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian rose, smoothly taking the bundle and long sword from Zhang Jie’s hands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then, as she always did, helped him shed his nightclothes and don his sleeping robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, did you go out to kill and set fires tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian wrinkled her delicate nose, catching the lingering scent of smoke on Zhang Jie’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught red-handed, Zhang Jie nodded dumbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, how did you notice something was off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Zhang Jie was curious, so he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, I noticed from your behavior at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian’s cheeks flushed slightly as she replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had never dared touch her at night before,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but how could a frail, sickly young master, raised since childhood with poor health, behave like this these past two days?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was clearly an insatiable ox, tireless and relentless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his words and actions not remained unchanged, she’d have thought someone had swapped her master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie scratched his head—he realized he’d been overly exuberant these past two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But letting such a breathtakingly beautiful, exquisitely charming woman go unused—wasn’t that wasting heaven’s gift?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the flower blooms, pluck it while you may; don’t wait till it’s gone and grasp only empty branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who knew how hard Zhang Jie had endured these past years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that the monstrous physical condition of the original Zhang Jie—how could he possibly hold back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, why have you changed so much these past two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulling Zhang Jie onto the bed, Pan Jinlian asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do I put it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could never reveal the Shared Space,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet the drastic change between his past and present self was impossible to hide from his bedmate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so he needed a plausible explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Pan Jinlian had been utterly loyal to him these past years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she was a candidate worthy of sharing a minor secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, if it’s difficult for you, I won’t ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astute Pan Jinlian spoke with understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie cleared his throat, gathered his thoughts, and spoke slowly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, do you believe in immortals?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do, of course I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were no immortals, how could I have met you, Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian spoke with radiant happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was at her most desperate, powerless, praying only to gods and Buddhas,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had descended like a celestial deity, rescuing her from fire and water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, Zhang Jie was her immortal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the hero who rode upon seven-colored auspicious clouds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, it was Zhang Jie who first told her about that monkey who rode seven-colored clouds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: Wu Cheng’en hadn’t even been born yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Monkey was still on Huaguo Mountain in Aolai Country of the Eastern Sea, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, the spirit of sun and moon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hasten the arrival of that beloved monkey into the mortal world, Zhang Jie had lightly “borrowed” from Journey to the West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, before the Shared Space appeared, Zhang Jie had planned to, after passing the imperial exams,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fully transport literary masterpieces like the Four Great Classical Novels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: I don’t produce literature—I’m merely a carrier of it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, does that mean you’re a celestial immortal reincarnated, and now your divine powers have awakened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian interpreted Zhang Jie’s transformation in terms she could understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… sort of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie answered uncertainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the perspective of 21st-century technology, the Song Dynasty might as well be the celestial realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had eyes that saw a thousand li, ears that heard a thousand li, and could transmit voices across vast distances (cell phones, computers, the internet).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the immortal fantasy of “traveling to the Northern Sea at dawn, reaching the Cangwu Mountains by dusk” could be achieved with a mere cost (paying for a flight).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, due to the technological explosion, the material abundance of the 21st century was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least in the nation he came from, as long as one tried, one would never starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unimaginable in ancient society—open any historical record, and you’d find:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In such-and-such year, famine struck; people ate each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, had he not been born into the Zhang family this lifetime,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and had he not been unsure whether he could restart after death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even before the divine tool appeared, Zhang Jie had considered restarting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And later, if more great masters from the Shared Space arrived—immortal cultivation, mythological, primordial chaos types—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn’t he, Zhang Jie, be an immortal too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: As the saying goes, the emperor’s throne rotates; this year it’s my turn. The same goes for immortals!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… will you abandon me and return to heaven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian gripped Zhang Jie’s hand tightly, terrified he’d vanish into clouds and never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie pulled Pan Jinlian into his arms and made a solemn promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tense body finally softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… was it you who killed Master Ximen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astute Pan Jinlian immediately connected this to Ximen Qing’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. He plotted against my family—he earned his death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie admitted frankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be killed by one blow from your palm was too kind for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian’s voice brimmed with hatred for Ximen Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling his lecherous, repulsive gaze upon her in the past, she clenched her teeth in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for Zhang Jie’s protection, she didn’t know what humiliations Ximen Qing would have inflicted upon her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, look at this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie flipped his palm, revealing an object before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow! This hairpin is so beautiful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian saw a gilded, intricately carved hairpin inlaid with pearls and jewels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hairpin was the finest piece Zhang Jie had found in Wang Chuang’s private treasury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Zhang Jie’s estimation, it had likely been stolen from a wealthy family’s daughter—valuable beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding its design elegant, Zhang Jie had decided to offer it as a gift to Pan Jinlian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, Jinlian, let me fasten it for you,” Zhang Jie said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie saw that the style and appearance were quite fine, so he thought to use the flowers to offer to Pan Jinlian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian lowered her head shyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, does it look good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian took up a mirror, holding it by candlelight to admire herself carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful. Of course it’s beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, no longer Chulan, knew exactly what to say at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I still love you most when you wear no ornaments at all, hehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, no longer Chulan, knew exactly what to say at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still like you best when you’re not wearing all this junk, hehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie leaned close to Pan Jinlian’s ear and grinned slyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having lived with Zhang Jie for years, their hearts were in tune,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Pan Jinlian, who had been openly honest with him these past two days, knew exactly what he meant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothes are also a form of ornament, you know~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh dear, Young Master, you’re so naughty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian lightly punched Zhang Jie’s chest, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, Jinlian, it’s late tonight—let’s rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie swept Pan Jinlian into his arms and headed for the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Second World War of tonight began!\u003C\u002Fp>",2519,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d77f3859f737e4eca5429d74b31614cbc9e5a97d407aa3306731e7ccdfab4b6","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-17","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-15",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]