[{"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-22":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},2315277,4528,"Chapter 22","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>In the Yitian world, atop Mount Wudang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Wudang Sect, on a vast square, the third-generation disciples, led by Zhang Jie and Song Qingshu, stood in neat formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them stood four of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, clad in green Daoist robes, wearing Daoist caps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and stepping in cloth boots, led by Song Yuanqiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been only half a month since Zhang Jie of Yitian had shared his space and complained to Zhang Jie of Water Margin about the pre-made content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was Wudang Sect’s biannual martial competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, unlike certain black society cultivation sects where the rewards were enormous,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the competitions were fought to the death with deceit and treachery,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wudang’s martial competition was merely a formal sparring session,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>primarily meant to assess each disciple’s progress over the past half-year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wudang placed great importance on this biannual martial competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, apart from the deceased Fifth Hero Zhang Cuishan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Third Hero Yu Danyan, who had been rendered feeble after his bones were shattered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the Sixth Hero Yin Liting, who was still away on mission,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other four heroes—Grand Hero Song Yuanqiao, Second Hero Yu Lianzhou, Fourth Hero Zhang Songxi, and Seventh Hero Mo Shenggu—were all present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Sanfeng, however, had been in seclusion lately and did not attend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the third-generation disciples before him, their posture disciplined and their spirit vibrant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuanqiao, temporarily serving as Wudang’s sect leader, nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a steady voice, he said: “Since our master, your Grandmaster Sanfeng Zhenren, founded this sect over thirty years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>our Wudang has grown in prestige across the Jianghu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is entirely due to our master’s lofty virtue and revered status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Wudang’s future ultimately rests upon you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must diligently study the Daoist scriptures and martial arts, and never tarnish Wudang’s reputation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuanqiao’s voice was gentle and broad, not loud,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet it seemed to resonate clearly and powerfully in the ears of every third-generation disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang possessed extraordinary internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! We humbly heed our Senior Brother’s teachings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third-generation disciples, including Zhang Jie, responded in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including Zhang Jie, the second-generation disciples responded with a thunderous yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the synchronized voices and sensing the sincerity within,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the stern Song Yuanqiao nodded again, deeply satisfied with the third-generation disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, who regarded Wudang as his home, nothing brought greater joy than seeing this home grow and flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fourth Brother, begin the competition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuanqiao turned to his fourth brother, Zhang Songxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he managed Wudang like a steward, he could not oversee every minor detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused on the broad direction; the specifics were entrusted to his brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhang Songxi’s martial skill was not as high as that of the Second Brother Yu Lianzhou,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unlike the quiet and reserved Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi was sharp, clever, and skilled in strategy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>renowned within the sect for his intellect—perfectly suited to oversee the martial competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Senior Brother,” Zhang Songxi replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward two paces and announced loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I declare the martial competition officially begun. First match: Li Chenzhou versus Chen Xiaolou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciples accept the order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two voices, differing in tone, emerged as two disciples stepped out of the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chenzhou was tall and slender; Chen Xiaolou was not short, but somewhat chubby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both arrived at the practice platform, twenty meters long and wide, marked out with lime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, after you,” Li Chenzhou, the more senior disciple, bowed and invited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I shall be impolite,” Chen Xiaolou replied, drawing his long sword from his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lightly tapped the ground and floated toward Li Chenzhou like a willow fluff in the wind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his sword tip glinting with sharp points aimed at Li Chenzhou’s vital spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xiaolou returned the bow, then drew out the long sword clutched in his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chenzhou cried out in approval, drawing his own sword—but did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood his ground and met Chen Xiaolou’s strike head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failing to land a hit, Chen Xiaolou immediately retreated, his steps alternating between fast and slow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>circling Li Chenzhou, seeking an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaolou, whose figure seemed clumsy, moved with lightness and agility,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Li Chenzhou, tall and slender, clearly gifted in agility, stood as immovable as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang! Clang! Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xiaolou launched several successive attacks, all of which Li Chenzhou deflected with unwavering stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Li Chenzhou, tall and slender, clearly possessing great advantage in lightness skills, remained as immovable as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuanqiao and the others watching nodded repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Chenzhou and Chen Xiaolou were evenly matched,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>either of them would be considered a third-rank expert in the Jianghu, capable of dominating an entire county.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With proper training, they might one day become second-rank experts with minor renown across several provinces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for first-rank experts like the leaders of major sects such as Emei or Kongtong, that would depend on their individual fortunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But either one of them, placed in the Jianghu, would still be considered a third-rate expert, capable of roving freely across an entire county.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Li Chenzhou, waiting patiently for an opening, seized his chance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using the Divine Gate Thirteen Swords technique: “Zi Ya Fishing,” he struck Chen Xiaolou’s Shenmen point on the right wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no way to evade, Chen Xiaolou was forced to drop his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine Gate Thirteen Swords were uniquely created by Wudang’s founding master, Zhang Sanfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword technique consists of thirteen exquisite moves,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each targeting the opponent’s Shenmen point as its core objective—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>striking it renders the hand instantly unable to hold any weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wudang’s Sixth Hero Yin Liting once used this technique to force over a dozen men from the Three Rivers Gang to drop their swords in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I yield,” Chen Xiaolou, panting heavily, bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, thank you for the match,” Li Chenzhou replied with humility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither the disciples nor the four Wudang heroes were surprised by the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When talent, effort, and teacher’s lineage show no clear difference,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one who has trained longer usually defeats the one who has trained less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, under Zhang Songxi’s orderly arrangement, the other disciples completed their matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, it came time for Zhang Jie and Song Qingshu—the top-ranked third-generation disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, this competition was meant to assess learning, so each disciple faced an opponent of equal standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, pitting disciples with vastly different skill levels against each other would damage the weaker disciple’s confidence\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and offer no real benefit to the stronger one—only possibly fueling arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the practice ground, Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes at Zhang Jie, standing five or six meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long been wary of Zhang Jie and, if possible, did not wish to let Zhang Jie take the initiative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, before this vast audience—his father, his teachers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and all his fellow disciples—he must display the bearing of a senior brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qingshu, known as the “Jade-Faced Mengchang,” bowed and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, after you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior brother, after you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie returned the bow—but did not draw his sword. Instead, he stomped the ground with his toe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and charged toward Song Qingshu like a wild ox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor beneath his feet cracked in fragments, as if crushed by the weight of a multi-ton elephant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qingshu, watching Zhang Jie’s action, flickered a hint of contempt in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior brother, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie returned the bow, but did not draw his sword; instead, he tapped his toe against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body charged at Song Qingshu like a wild ox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor beneath his feet cracked in fragments, as if crushed by an elephant weighing many tons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qingshu watched Zhang Jie’s actions, a flicker of contempt passing through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, a martial artist should be as light as willow fluff, robes fluttering, sword in hand, wandering the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How is Zhang Jie any different from a brute?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: Don’t I wish I could be like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just that my body’s natural talent won’t allow it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, like some brute titan, dreams of becoming a white-robed sword immortal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet has somehow ended up on the path of the Thunder Blade Mad Monk, the Bare-Chested Dao Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet below, Song Yuanqiao recognized true worth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having seen Great Yuan generals clad in hundred-pound armor, wielding hammers, axes, and long spears weighing dozens of pounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>riding steeds into battle, he saw\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that Zhang Jie, save for lacking the general’s slaughterous aura—cutting down men like grass—was nearly identical to such a general.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In strength alone, Zhang Jie surpassed the general he had seen by more than a notch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, if Zhang Jie were placed in an army,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he would be the peerless warrior capable of riding through ten thousand enemies to sever an enemy commander’s head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young brother, you’ve taken on an excellent disciple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuanqiao sighed to Yu Lianzhou beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this chaotic Great Yuan era, the value of a peerless warrior was plain to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind anything else—if the Great Yuan court learned of Zhang Jie’s existence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they would surely not hesitate to grant him the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother overpraises me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Lianzhou spoke with humble tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet a faint smile flickered across his perpetually stern face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, Zhang Jie, raised since infancy, was no different from his own son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that his son had grown strong and earned praise, how could a father not feel joy and pride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, had Zhang Jie’s name not been found upon him in swaddling clothes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie should now bear the surname Yu, like Yu Lianzhou!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Return now to the training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom, boom, boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor tiles of the training ground shattered beneath Zhang Jie as he stretched his body fully,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using the recoil to launch himself like a cannonball toward Song Qingshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Useless, young brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qingshu stepped upon the Cloud Ascending Ladder, agile and twisting, changing direction endlessly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>evading every one of Zhang Jie’s attacks—fast though they were, they were straight and predictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene resembled a nimble monkey teasing a black bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how furious the bear roared, it could not touch the monkey that climbed trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Senior Brother may lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Wudang disciples close to Zhang Jie silently lamented for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In past sparring matches, Song Qingshu—whose footwork was more agile and whose internal energy was no weaker—always won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhang Jie’s speed was not slow, to Song Qingshu, who was eight or nine years his senior, it was still too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young brother, all martial arts under heaven are invincible only through speed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qingshu spoke calmly, as if under no pressure whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet inwardly he cursed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, this brute’s raw strength has grown even more terrifying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other disciples thought him relaxed; only he knew the danger:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each gust of wind Zhang Jie generated had stung his face painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if he were struck even once today, he would lose without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If struck in a vital spot, he felt he wouldn’t just be bruised blue and purple—he’d be shattered into pieces!\u003C\u002Fp>",1868,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7b33d9b15b0d2b6f4040879710dd57eb960113e6fdf6e833abb8ac9abcee5cee","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-23","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-21",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]