[{"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-49":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},2315304,4528,"Chapter 49: Plotting Against the Four Evils","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>After a brief moment of shock, Su Xinghe retrieved a coffin from a side room of the thatched cottage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems Master and the others had prepared for this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the coffin, its lacquer still gleaming yet clearly aged, Zhang Jie sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie drew upon knowledge shared with him from the Water Margin Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and together with Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua, they laid Wu Yasheng to rest, then constructed a simple altar using yellow paper,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bamboo harvested on-site, incense, and candles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master’s uncle, shall I go summon the other senior brothers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the urgent matters, Xue Muhua asked Zhang Jie for instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie spoke, having just offered three sticks of incense to Wu Yasheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Su Xinghe must stay to keep vigil; they cannot leave the mountain for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior nephew, wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xue Muhua was about to descend the mountain, Zhang Jie called out to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle, what else do you command?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you go down, use your connections to deliver a message for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie spoke slowly, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask, Uncle, to whom and where should I deliver it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua assumed Zhang Jie meant to send a letter and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know the place. I don’t know the person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua was puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he deliver a message if he didn’t know where or to whom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Su Xinghe, who had spoken little until now, spoke up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your uncle gave this order for a reason. Just follow it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his younger brother was deeply mysterious, seemingly aware of many hidden secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter Zhang Jie’s past, he was now the third-generation leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, they must stand firmly by Zhang Jie’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this, Zhang Jie sighed inwardly: compared to himself, who had only just become leader hours ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua clearly trusted Su Xinghe—the master who had been like a father—more deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Jie was not angered. He was an outsider appointed as leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Xue Muhua to obey him so faithfully just now was already more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the future, once he demonstrated his talents, Xue Muhua and the others would surely follow his lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what talents did Zhang Jie possess?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Jianghu, having sufficient strength was the greatest talent of all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Muhua, I want you to spread one phrase throughout the Jianghu:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Tianlong Temple, beneath the Bodhi tree, a beggar is filthy, the Guanyin has long hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie told Xue Muhua the message he was to deliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tianlong Temple?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does this matter concern the Dali Duan clan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua speculated inwardly upon hearing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no ignorant commoner ignorant of Jianghu affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, as a master physician, he knew every Jianghu faction intimately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tianlong Temple was the ancestral temple of the Dali imperial Duan family,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and several Dali emperors had even become monks there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Duan family of Dali had remained unshaken despite the watchful eyes of powerful ministerial clans like Yang and Gao,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and ethnic conflicts among the Bai, Han, and others—Tianlong Temple’s role was indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, the current abbot of Tianlong Temple, the Kuru Chan Master, was a renowned top-tier Jianghu expert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he abandoned compassion and resolved to carry out an assassination,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all factions in Dali would choke on the thought, unable to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, like other great temples, Tianlong Temple had the tradition of maintaining warrior monks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the monks daily chanted sutras and ate vegetarian meals, at critical moments,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hundreds of them, as formidable as elite soldiers, could transform into wrathful golden guardians to protect the Duan family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the bond between Tianlong Temple and the Duan clan, Xue Muhua wouldn’t be surprised if hundreds of suits of armor and crossbows were hidden within the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie offered no explanation, waving him off to carry out his task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua departed on his mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duan Yanqing, come willingly into my bowl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie watched Xue Muhua’s retreating back, a faint smile curling at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Muhua’s guess was correct—he had set his sights on someone tied to Tianlong Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, someone once tied to Tianlong Temple: Duan Yanqing, former master of the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Yanqing was originally the crown prince of the Dali Kingdom, but after a civil uprising, he was exiled when the traitorous minister Yang Yizhen seized power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to his identity, he was hunted by many, eventually struck by multiple blades,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>surviving but with his face destroyed, legs crippled, reduced to speaking only through abdominal voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then trained relentlessly in his family’s martial arts, eventually becoming one of the top warriors of the Western Xia’s Yipin Tang, despite his disabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After mastering his skills, he began a furious revenge against those who had hunted him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>earning the nickname “Evil to the Brink” for his cruel methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he encountered the other three evil men: “Utterly Wicked” Ye Erniang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fierce Demon” Yue Lao San, and “Utterly Ruthless” Yun Zhonghe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and using his strength, brought them all under his command, becoming the leader of the Four Evils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Duan Yanqing was hunted, with no path to heaven and none to earth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his crippled body became that of a beggar, hiding beneath a Bodhi tree at Tianlong Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, Dao Bai Feng, wife of Dali’s Prince of Zhen Nan, Duan Zhengchun, was enraged by\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhengchun’s endless philandering and constant pursuit of women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by revenge—“If you seek women, then I shall seek men”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dao Bai Feng deliberately spent one night with the beggar Duan Yanqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the origin of the phrase: “Outside the Tianlong Temple, beneath the Bodhi tree, a beggar is filthy, the Guanyin has long hair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was confident this phrase would draw Duan Yanqing to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Duan Yanqing, that night’s Dao Bai Feng had been his Guanyin Bodhisattva:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Duan Yanqing had nearly lost the will to live, ready to die,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until Dao Bai Feng rekindled his dead heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, Duan Yanqing had searched for his “Guanyin Bodhisattva.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Dao Bai Feng had deliberately avoided him, leaving him empty-handed for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Duan Yanqing received this message, he would inevitably come to him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Zhang Jie could then seize the decades of cultivation he had poured into his One Yang Finger internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Yanqing was evil to the brink, reviled by all in the Jianghu,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so Zhang Jie would feel no guilt taking his internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention that capturing Duan Yanqing would also bring him Ye Erniang, Yue Lao San, and Yun Zhonghe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buy one, get three free—how cost-effective!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, all this depended on having sufficient strength to suppress the Four Evils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, instead of catching the fish, he’d be killed by it—and that would be laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, while keeping vigil for Wu Yasheng, Zhang Jie slipped away quietly into the shared space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why are you alone? Where’s the Water Margin Zhang Jie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Tianlong Zhang Jie entered the shared space, he found only the Yitian Zhang Jie present—Water Margin Zhang Jie was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh. You mean Water Margin Zhang Jie? He’s been taking the provincial exam lately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He hasn’t shown up these past few days, saying he needs to rest well and conserve his energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Responded Zhongtian Zhang Jie, sitting cross-legged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see,\" nodded Tianlong Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone’s here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Water Margin Zhang Jie’s voice reached the ears of Zhongtian Zhang Jie and Tianlong Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! Speak of the devil and he shall appear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exclaimed Zhongtian Zhang Jie, delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Water Margin, did you finish your provincial exam?\" asked Tianlong Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. The provincial exam ended today. I thought I’d come see you both.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water Margin Zhang Jie looked relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for someone with internal energy, taking the provincial exam left him mentally drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did it go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhongtian Zhang Jie asked nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that saying again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exams, exams—the teacher's secret weapon; scores, scores—the student's lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Song Dynasty, this was an absolute truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the imperial examination system, which could lift a peasant from the fields to the emperor’s hall—“By morning a country lad, by night a minister of state; generals and ministers aren’t born, sons must strive”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Song offered no other path for social mobility except rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And compared to the lifelong toil of studying classics, rebellion carried a terrible cost—execution of the entire nine clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Water Margin Zhang Jie no longer had to rely solely on the imperial exams as he once did,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they had still been his primary goal for the past decade and more, and achieving them was naturally best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax, relax, everything went smoothly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water Margin Zhang Jie gave an OK sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief examiner’s questions for this provincial exam were standard,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not obscure at all—just straightforward passages from the Four Books and Five Classics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his photographic memory and quick mind, he felt ideas gush forth like a spring, his pen flowing like a burst dam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s good,\" sighed Zhongtian Zhang Jie, relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he thought it should be this way: though the provincial exam was important,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was still less critical than the metropolitan or palace exams, so questions couldn’t be too obscure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tianlong, why aren’t you speaking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhongtian Zhang Jie noticed Tianlong Zhang Jie, usually so lively, had been silent, his mood low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughtful Water Margin Zhang Jie spotted the white cloth tied around Tianlong Zhang Jie’s waist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and he seemed to understand what had happened: \"Wu Yashu passed away?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhongtian Zhang Jie suddenly realized:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White cloth around the waist, white cap on the head, hemp clothing on the body—this was called \"wearing mourning,\" worn only when a close relative died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Tianlong Zhang Jie, who had spent over a decade as a beggar, shared the same outlook: when he held out his bowl, it was a family reunion; when he took a selfie, it was a family portrait; one full belly meant no one went hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the only person who could be called Tianlong Zhang Jie’s relative,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and who would warrant him wearing mourning, was none other than Wu Yashu—the master he had to pay homage to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" replied Tianlong Zhang Jie, still sorrowful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. Let’s share first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water Margin Zhang Jie, unable to fully empathize, proposed something they could all share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhongtian Zhang Jie and Tianlong Zhang Jie naturally had no objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three clasped hands, instantly completing the most fundamental and vital act of the shared space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh! Even though I expected it, actually facing this day still hurts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Said Water Margin Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three shook hands, instantly completing the most fundamental and important task of the shared space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhongtian Zhang Jie also sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grief-stricken, he even ignored the Beiming Qi he once valued most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The low-spirited Zhang Jies chose to end the meeting, returning each to their own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Tian Zhang Jie also sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sad and downcast, he even neglected the Northern Darkness Qi, once his most prized cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With low spirits, the Zhang Jies chose to end the meeting and returned to their respective worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>",1891,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c438da08b6f141ef6bbb493b409cca422bc7af32010dcd7832d5215bb79c80b3","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-50","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-48",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]