[{"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-48":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},2315303,4528,"Chapter 48","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-48",48,"\u003Cp>“Rebuild the Xiaoyao Sect~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Jie said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let Mu Hua recall the other Seven Friends of Han Gu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, Master’s tomb also needs A San’s help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Asan, known as the Master Craftsman, was a disciple who brought his own skills; he excelled in civil engineering and could dismantle traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Wuyaozi had passed on everything to Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie naturally must see to his master’s funeral with proper grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if this reveals to Ding Chunqiu that Wuyaozi had never truly died, prompting him to interfere?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie didn’t care: Ding Chunqiu was already on his death list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ding Chunqiu dared leave the Starry Sea and come to the Central Plains,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie wouldn’t mind sending him to his grave years ahead of schedule, using his head to honor Wuyaozi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the Sect Leader commands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua accepted the order with trembling excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the confidence in Zhang Jie’s words, Su Xinghe stroked his beard and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, thinking of the Eight Friends of Han Gu, Zhang Jie felt an odd pang of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe’s disciples were collectively known as the Eight Friends of Han Gu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the already-introduced physician Xue Muhua and craftsman Feng Asan, the other six were:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kang Guangling (the Mad Melodist)—master of the qin, pure-hearted yet stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Bailing (the Chess Demon)—expert in weiqi, wielding a magnetic chessboard as a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gou Du (the Bookworm)—obsessed with books, well-versed in all schools of thought,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using the “Method of the Benevolent” to trigger Xuan Tong and attain sudden enlightenment and nirvana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Lingjun (the Painting Maniac)—skilled in ink painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Qinglu (the Flower Fiend)—Master of Flower Cultivation, specializing in using pollen as a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Kuilei (the Drama Fanatic)—addicted to opera, sometimes dressing as Emperor Xuanzong of Tang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sometimes as Princess Mei, fierce-tempered and unyielding even unto death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do these eight have in common?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them possessed an extraordinary skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their only flaw? None of these skills were martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the founding patriarch, Xiaoyaozi, the Xiaoyao Sect had upheld the tradition of mastering an art to refine one’s spirit, complementing martial cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By Wuyaozi’s time, his natural talent was extraordinary;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>martial arts like Xiao Xiang Gong and Bei Ming Shen Gong posed no challenge to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his spare time, he delved deeply into countless arcane arts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mastering music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, engineering, horticulture, and opera—all with equal brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe once said of him: “My master’s knowledge rivals heaven and earth;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what I have learned is but a ten-thousandth of his.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Wuyaozi’s influence, Su Xinghe became a cultured youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And under Su Xinghe’s influence, the Eight Friends of Han Gu, immersed in this culture, became cultured youths themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was originally meant to be auxiliary arts for refining the spirit and aiding martial cultivation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had, ironically, become their primary focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though each of the Eight Friends of Han Gu met the Xiaoyao Sect’s high standards for talent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their obsession with music, chess, calligraphy, and painting consumed so much of their energy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that their martial arts, though not entirely abandoned, were merely passable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Xue Muhua: according to Zhang Jie’s assessment, his martial skill barely reached second-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because he was obsessed with medicine, he lacked combat experience—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he likely couldn’t even defeat a third-rank specialist in fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here one must mention the man with a built-in sound system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng, barely past thirty, possessed only first-rank internal energy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet with his innate heroic spirit and unrestrained nature, his natural warrior’s talent allowed him to match masters like Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back to the topic: the Eight Friends of Han Gu, lost in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even combined, could not stand against Ding Chunqiu, who had pursued power by cultivating poison arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie found it hard to judge the Eight Friends’ behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To criticize them for neglecting martial arts due to their arts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are not a fish—how can you know the joy of a fish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Eight Friends of Han Gu, their arts were likely more important than their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the martial world remains one ruled by strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is martial arts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a horizontal and a vertical stroke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winner stands; the loser lies down. That’s all there is to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one believes Qiao Feng could command the Beggar’s Sect solely through his charisma, do they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Eight Friends of Han Gu chose their arts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they must bear the consequences of neglecting martial cultivation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>being hunted by Ding Chunqiu, living in constant fear, like rats in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, let’s move Master’s body out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe, unaware of Zhang Jie’s furious inner commentary on his disciples, suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young brother, let’s move Master’s body out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie nodded in assent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chamber held no sentimental value for Wuyaozi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was a prison—a prison that had confined him for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wuyaozi never said so, he surely would not wish to remain here after death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, this secret chamber was a prison, a prison that had confined him for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still choked with emotion, Su Xinghe gently lifted Wuyaozi’s body and walked slowly out of the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the chamber, Zhang Jie grew increasingly displeased with the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It must be Master’s decades of resentment and bitterness that have tainted this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie speculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth can influence people—for example, the saying that harsh mountains and cruel waters produce cunning folk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This does not mean the people of such lands are inherently evil,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but that their harsh environment forces them to become “cunning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as those living by rivers, lakes, and seas cannot comprehend how those in deserts\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>value water resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 21st century, it was said that people in northern Shaanxi washed only three times in their lives:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>once at birth, once at marriage, once at death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that they disliked cleanliness—it was that water was too precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And people can also influence their environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take the management of the Yellow River alone—it is a clear example of humans altering nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people living on this land have long called the Yellow River their Mother River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this mother was never gentle; she often caused chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>floods, course changes, diverting into the Huai River, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every dynasty treated Yellow River management as one of its most vital tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan Dynasty was the best example of failing to manage it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world devoid of Qi and magic, individual power is negligible compared to heaven and earth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so individuals cannot directly alter the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a world of transcendence, individuals can grow powerful enough to reshape their surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Sacred Ruins cultivation system, there are methods to breakthrough by leveraging special terrain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet the strongest Supreme Terrains are not naturally formed—they arise from the influence of Dao Ancestor-level beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prisons where many die always feel dark and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuyaozi was stronger than all the ordinary people in a small prison combined,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were generated under the influence of a Dao Ancestor-level supreme being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prisons where people often die give off a chilling, terrifying aura,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yashu was stronger than all the mortals in the small prison combined,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His decades of resentment and anguish had transformed this secret chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any ordinary person who lived here would be plagued by nightmares every night, unable to sleep, their spirit weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Jie’s thoughts churned, his Northern Darkness True Qi surged through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua, who had left the tunnel a dozen meters ahead of Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe suddenly felt a massive stone pressing down on their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s robes fluttered as his black hair whipped wildly under the force of his chaotic True Qi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed his palm against a weak spot in the tunnel wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hard rock shattered like tofu beneath Zhang Jie’s palm print.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom! Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua’s stunned, frozen gazes, the chamber collapsed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of boulders, weighing hundreds to thousands of jin, rolled down from the cliff face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the swirling dust, the chamber that had imprisoned Wu Yaizi for decades vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua was too shocked to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a feat of splitting mountains and shattering rocks be achieved by mere human strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He temporarily placed Wu Yaizi’s corpse beside the massive stone platform holding the Jade Puzzle,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stone bench, Su Xinghe instinctively plucked out several of his already thinning white whiskers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even when Master was in perfect health, he never possessed such power, did he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe murmured to himself, staring in disbelief at the almost mythical scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This chamber was Master’s place of sorrow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, let it return to dust with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie brushed his sleeve, settling the dust, and spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua nodded mechanically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to fathom any explanation, Su Xinghe ultimately attributed this spectacle to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yaizi’s continued cultivation progress over the years, and Zhang Jie’s extraordinary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xue Muhua’s heart burned with excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sect leader like Zhang Jie, seemingly divine, how could vengeance remain unfulfilled? 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