[{"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-533":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},2315788,4528,"Chapter 533: I Have Always Been Myself","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-533",533,"\u003Cp>“You call me what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao’s gaze turned dangerous; her pale hand gripped the air as if seizing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis Bao, I meant it’s been ages since I saw you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan, feeling the death star above his head glowing brightly, instantly corrected himself and began calling her “Sis Bao” like Zhang Jie did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s more like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao nodded in satisfaction and stopped her motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, watching from the side, broke into a cold sweat: if Zhang Chulan had delayed his correction by even a second,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sis Bao’s Gangbeng 0.01 would’ve already been swinging at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this 0.01 isn’t some family planning product for Sis Bao—it’s her main weapon, a kitchen knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s called 0.01 because its blade is absurdly thin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and when infused with Qi, it becomes unbearably sharp, able to slip through gaps with no thickness, just like the butcher who dissects oxen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, Zhang Jie felt he couldn’t take this anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naming the knife “0.01” was purely Xu Si’s twisted sense of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy even exploited Sis Bao’s innocence, teaching her the Eighteen Styles of A-Wei—utterly inhuman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Xu Xiang, the old patriarch, down to his sons Xu San and Xu Si—the utterly unscrupulous pair—all of them are Feng Baobao’s yes-men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Xu Xiang and Xu San were more reserved; Xu Si, that bastard, was wildly unrestrained,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>taking advantage of Sis Bao’s innocent, childlike nature to fill her head with all sorts of inappropriate knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because Feng Baobao is truly pure of heart, untouched by the world, could she remain uncorrupted by such information,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise, Zhang Jie suspected he’d punch Xu Si straight into the sky the moment he saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome to Naidu Tong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao solemnly welcomed Zhang Chulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan returned the greeting awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still wasn’t used to this crazy woman’s sudden change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did your grandfather ever tell you about the past?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like my origins, where my family is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as her relationship with Zhang Chulan began to ease, Feng Baobao couldn’t help but bombard him with questions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her little mouth firing like a fully automatic machine gun, each query a continuous barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I don’t know any of that. My grandfather told me nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan awkwardly scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather Zhang Xilin had hidden his identity so thoroughly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>most of what Zhang Chulan knew now came from Zhang Jie and Xu San.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he bore no resentment—after all, the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t “You know too much!” one of the most common reasons for murder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao looked disappointed by the answer but didn’t press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis Bao actually believes that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan, who had prepared a whole speech, felt like he’d thrown a powerful punch\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>into cotton—or empty air—with no resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis Bao has a pure heart by nature; she can tell lies apart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow and explained to the clueless Zhang Chulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Sis Bao is naive and ignorant of the world, she has lived safely for years\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and still holds her position as a temporary worker in Naidu Tong’s North China District,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not only thanks to the full support of the Xu family led by Xu Xiang, but also due to her own extraordinary ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if she encounters something she wants to believe—like a red glass bead claimed to be “a celestial artifact, a string of red Liuli , forged from the spirit crystal of a ten-thousand-year fire qilin after my ancestor fought it for eighty thousand rounds!”—then there’s nothing you can do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She has this kind of ability?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chose to believe it was like that red glass bead artwork, made by extracting its spirit crystal—so there was nothing to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So does that mean he’s as exposed as naked before someone like Feng Baobao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world of cultivators doesn’t seem so easy to navigate after all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, don’t worry—as long as you’re not deliberately deceiving Bao Bao, she won’t find out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu San knew everyone would fear this ability of Feng Baobao’s,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after all, who doesn’t have a few secrets they’d never admit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke to defuse the tension: “Judge actions, not intentions; judge intentions and no one is flawless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, who among us doesn’t have a few things they can’t admit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning that Feng Baobao’s ability had limits, Zhang Chulan finally relaxed a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bao Bao, come sit over here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having calmed the agitated Zhang Chulan, Xu San immediately fussed over Feng Baobao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan’s eyes darted between Xu San and Feng Baobao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was a virgin who’d never dated, his vast theoretical knowledge told him\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that these two—especially that well-dressed, cultured scoundrel—had ulterior motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao, with her pure heart, had no such thoughts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and took the tea Xu San offered with perfect ease, sitting casually on the corner of the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sipping a few mouthfuls, her gaze drifted to the relaxed Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem a bit different, kid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao studied Zhang Jie up and down, her eyes filled with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You kid seems a bit different now, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao sized up Zhang Jie, her eyes filled with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhang Jie sat casually on the sofa, she felt an overwhelming sense of rightness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if it had always been this way—like water flowing downhill, or tired birds returning to their nests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I be different? I’ve always been me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled faintly in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he changed, he remained Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t like Dongzi, who denied yesterday’s self today, and tomorrow’s self denies today’s—constantly shifting, locked in internal battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongzi might affirm yesterday’s self, but Dongzi affirming yesterday’s self is unlikely;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tomorrow’s Dongzi might affirm today’s self, but tomorrow’s Dongzi affirming today’s self is unlikely…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True. You’ve always been you, never changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao, with her innocent gaze, nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her intuition told her Zhang Jie was different now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she was certain: today’s Zhang Jie was yesterday’s Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What change? Who am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan was utterly baffled, unable to comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the conversation among cultivators evolved to this level of obscurity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he caught Xu San’s similarly confused expression out of the corner of his eye did he quietly exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that he was falling behind the times, about to be abandoned by the train of progress—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was that he simply couldn’t keep up with the bizarre, incomprehensible minds of Zhang Jie and Feng Baobao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today is a great day—Chulan has joined us at Naidu Tong! Let’s celebrate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To strengthen Zhang Chulan’s sense of belonging, Xu San proposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Zhang Jie and Feng Baobao—two powerful oddities whose thoughts he couldn’t follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had no objection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s too much trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan, who had always stood apart from the group and never received such treatment, nervously rubbed his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao’s large, clear eyes widened: “Go if I tell you to go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, before Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan felt utterly powerless, as if naturally inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, unable to understand why, he blamed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, in Feng Baobao’s presence, Zhang Chulan could never muster any assertiveness, as if he were naturally shorter by a head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, having pondered it endlessly without resolution, he could only blame himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of this reckless, disruptive old shrew.\u003C\u002Fp>",1239,"2026-06-20T14:22:37.780Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c8b565a8b8cf4608df289cd5f34e31462647d4009d25e86bbb0eaedd49f8e536","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-534","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-532",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]