[{"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-33":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},2315288,4528,"Chapter 33","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-33",33,"\u003Cp>Unaware of Zhang Jie’s furious inner complaints about him, Zhu Changling grew calm after Zhang Jie directly admitted to killing his sworn brother, daughter, and nephew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you can come down, you must be able to go back up, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Naturally.” Zhang Jie nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come to find Zhang Wuji and the Nine Yang Divine Art, not to die—he’d already planned his escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhang Jie shook the rope in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Climbing up this rope would take him back to the cliff’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling stared at the rope with burning eyes, understanding dawning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you let me use this rope, I won’t pursue you for killing my daughter and the others—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll even share the entire Zhu-Wu Linked Mountain Villa with you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew how he’d survived these past three years? Calling him a wild man living on raw flesh and blood wasn’t an exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t endure another day of this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for avenging his daughter Zhu Jiuzhen and the others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhu Changling’s eyes, a self-proclaimed warlord, the deaths of a daughter, a nephew,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a sworn brother meant less than a single hair on his own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhu Changling gazed at Zhang Jie with the most sincere look he’d ever worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not press too hard—even though he believed his decades of rigorous cultivation had made him far stronger than Zhang Jie, who looked barely past adolescence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Zhang Jie could snap the rope—the only hope of escape—with a single motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His martial arts far surpass those of Zhang Jie, who looks barely over twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie spat inwardly at Zhu Changling’s offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhu-Wu Linked Mountain Villa was already his for the taking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling actually thought he could buy him with his own property.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Zhu Changling’s promise to abandon vengeance for his daughter’s death, Zhang Jie didn’t believe a single punctuation mark of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who trusted a treacherous, cunning worm like Zhu Changling deserved whatever misfortune came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie knew with his toes that if he let Zhu Changling go,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the first person Zhu Changling would kill would be him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Jie wasn’t surprised by Zhu Changling’s idea: trading the abandonment of revenge for a chance to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling had once made Zhu Jiuzhen sacrifice her beauty to seduce Zhang Wuji—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of course he could now pretend to forget his daughter’s murder for his own freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I refuse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Refuse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take it myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his words finished, Zhu Changling blurred into a streak of motion, lunging at Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Zhu Changling mentally broken?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie frowned, recalling how Zhu Changling had just been pleading and reasonable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then flipped his attitude instantly over a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Jie quickly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling had lived alone on this stone platform for three years—his mind was surely fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, humans are social creatures; even if one grows used to solitude, prolonged isolation breaks the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 21st-century military training, the most terrifying punishment wasn’t running, frog jumps, or pull-ups—it was solitary confinement in a black cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how rebellious or strong-willed a soldier, ten or twelve days in a black cell would break him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most terrifying punishment in 21st-century military training is not running, frog jumps, or pull-ups, but solitary confinement in a dark room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Zhu Changling flew backward with the same speed he’d charged forward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>slamming hard into the cliff face, dislodging loose stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible? How can you have such profound inner power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling slumped against the cliff, muttering in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once-certain strike had been shattered by Zhang Jie’s casual punch—like dry grass before a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not instinctively raised his internal energy to shield himself in retreat, he’d already been grievously wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Zhu Changling, who had always considered himself equal to the masters of Emei and Kongtong, accept this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Zhu, the times have changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie slowly lowered his fist stance and spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, let alone a transmigrator like him with a golden finger and a cheat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a once-in-a-century fate-blessed child—Zhang Wuji—was about to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the fate-blessed Zhang Wuji, everyone else—save himself and Zhang Sanfeng, the previous generation’s chosen one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were nothing but stepping stones, weak chickens and brittle dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changling, a minor second-rank martial artist with a modicum of fame, couldn’t even squeeze into the final round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the destiny-chosen Zhang Wuji, only this cheat and Zhang Sanfeng, the previous-generation destiny-chosen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished his mockery, Zhang Jie cleanly thrust his sword, sending Zhu Changling to join his daughter, sworn brother, and nephew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, and one niece—Wu Lie’s daughter, Wu Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Families should be complete, after all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Zhu Changling’s corpse and the three graves he’d dug, Zhang Jie nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut the grass but leave the roots, and the wind will bring it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he no longer feared revenge from Zhu or Wu descendants—he already had his golden finger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>why not solve all problems at once, simply and efficiently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much effort it took, trouble was trouble—the less, the better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After disposing of Zhu Changling, a minor nuisance, Zhang Jie turned to his real task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he found a hidden passage leading to the Kunlun Valley on the stone platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it—if Zhu Changling hadn’t chased him relentlessly three years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuji probably never would’ve found this entrance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie studied the “entrance,” recalling a primary school lesson from before his transmigration: “Yan Zi’s Mission to Chu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Chu people, seeing Yan Zi was short, built a small gate beside the main gate to receive him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Zi refused to enter. ‘One enters through the dog gate when visiting a dog country. I am here on a mission to Chu—I should not enter through this gate.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a cave—it was clearly a dog hole!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhu Changling was a useless fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been here three years and never thought to widen the passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deserved to choke to death in it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie mentally dragged Zhu Changling out again and whipped him mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. The Nine Yang Divine Art and the Kunlun Secret Realm come first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie gritted his teeth and bent low, crawling into the hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deng Ai, who secretly crossed Yinping and destroyed Shu Han, once said well:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Being born lowly isn’t shameful—true men bend and stretch as needed!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie told himself this as he crawled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After advancing over a hundred meters through the winding tunnel, he reached an unnaturally narrow bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This must be the spot from the original story where Zhu Changling got stuck and died.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie stared at the passage—more a crack than a tunnel—and thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good thing I prepared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled faintly. A series of *click-click* sounds echoed as his tall, sturdy frame shrank to less than five feet—like Wu Dalang from the Water Margin world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing the path to the Kunlun Valley had a section too narrow for anyone over twelve or thirteen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had prepared in advance—he’d specifically sought out a disguise and bone-shrinking technique from Wudang’s scripture hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technique, “Thousand Changes,” was acquired by Wudang’s founder Zhang Sanfeng decades ago\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after killing a killer known as the Thousand Faces Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Faces Lord excelled in disguise and bone-shrinking—he could mimic old men, children, women, and men flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often disguised himself as the weak to lure experts into lowering their guard, then struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend said he’d killed several top-tier martial artists in his time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scripture, \"Thousand Mechanisms Transformation,\" was obtained by Wudang's founder Zhang Sanfeng many years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after slaying a killer known as the Thousand Faces Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thousand Faces Lord excelled in disguise and bone-shrinking, perfectly mimicking the elderly, children, women, and men alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often disguised himself as a weakling to lull experts into complacency, then launched a surprise attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is said that even several top-tier experts perished in his hands back then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with Zhang Jie’s superior talent, this martial art surpassed even its original form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Thousand-Faced Lord were to return from the dead, he could not match Zhang Jie’s mastery of bone-shrinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he needed to rely on various cosmetics, medicines,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and human-skin masks—Zhang Jie’s research had not gone very deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, because Zhang Jie, as a man of yang vigor, had no habit of applying powder or rouge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, wearing human-skin masks struck Zhang Jie as deeply unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eating their flesh, sleeping on their skin” was merely a metaphor for the depth of hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who actually did such things were no different from Uncle Ba, who said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring your own ginger, garlic, and scallions when you go out—don’t make it hard for Uncle Ba,” or\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wash yourself before you leave—don’t make Uncle Ba too hard to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie considered himself no saint, but certainly not a pervert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Jie walked through the narrow passage, he found it resembled the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person. After walking several dozen steps, it opened up suddenly into brightness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping out of the cave, Zhang Jie saw a valley before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The valley was surrounded by towering mountains, as if untouched by human feet since ancient times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around it rose endless snow-capped peaks piercing the clouds, their terrain steep and impossible to climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the valley was carpeted with lush green grass, blooming flowers, and heavy with fruit—like a paradise on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The valley’s climate was mild, sharply contrasting the freezing cold outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly, it is a paradise on earth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the intoxicating scenery, Zhang Jie marveled, his spirit refreshed and uplifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following a small stream, Zhang Jie ventured deeper into the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, he discovered not only wild fruits and fish,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but also monkeys, red deer, and other creatures—teeming with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the stream, Zhang Jie saw a structure clearly built by human hands—a thatched cottage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected Wu Jie to have such skills—excellent, excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After studying it closely for a few moments, Zhang Jie praised Zhang Wuji’s craftsmanship endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally planned to live outdoors here for some time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Zhang Jie thought again: Zhang Wuji had lived for over a decade on the Ice-Fire Island with his parents, Zhang Cuishan and\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Susu, and his foster father Xie Xun, in this desolate place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so it was no surprise he had learned to build a thatched cottage through constant exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>",1774,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3750a89f1cc34a72a07ef6e126c837e17b882b047aa28631a07bdaff0936e9b6","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-34","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-32",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]