[{"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-562":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},2315817,4528,"Chapter 562: This Netizen from the Island Nation","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-562",562,"\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, thank you, Third Brother for your concern.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group of earth monkeys nodded vigorously in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Chulan, it’s time for training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Chulan was enjoying his melon with great delight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao’s flat, utterly expressionless voice sounded in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the whole morning already passed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan had never felt time slip away so quickly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not even during high school holidays, Saturdays, or Sundays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the mountain of homework and exams in high school never left as deep an impression as Feng Baobao’s fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Feng Baobao’s training was truly brutal—she’d beat him until he was nearly dead, as long as she didn’t kill him outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, recalling past experiences, his whole body still ached faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t want to keep being a punching bag, thinking of the truth behind his grandfather’s death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he forced himself to muster his resolve—he must earn a high ranking in the Luotian Da Jiao to gain the right to meet the Old Celestial Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jie Ge, I’d like to ask for your guidance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After agreeing to Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan approached Zhang Jie with sincere invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure, I’d like to see how Bao’er Jie trains you anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, with nothing else to do, had no objection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Company affairs were handled by Xu San, the de facto head assistant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so there was no need for a mere employee like him, no better than a temporary worker, to get involved,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and he could even use the excuse of training Zhang Chulan to slack off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After bidding farewell to Xu San, Zhang Jie and the others arrived at the suburban villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dilapidated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Re-examining the utterly desolate villa, its walls scarred in Syrian war-torn style,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even Zhang Jie’s stoic nature couldn’t help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because this place hosted the company’s occultist training, and thus still had some human presence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>would it avoid becoming the subject of ghost stories and another urban legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though with his strength, even living in Chernobyl and drinking nuclear-contaminated water from Fukushima,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>feasting on Japanese seafood would be as easy as picking up an egg with three fingers—child’s play,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a mortal who never intended to abandon his humanity, he still cherished a comfortable environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jie Ge...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan gazed at Zhang Jie with a look of deep resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know how awful this place is, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You just walk away without a care and go home, while I have to live here forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrible living conditions, plus Feng Baobao’s genuine physical abuse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>have made Zhang Chulan seriously suspect his health index has dropped by at least two pluses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Zhang Jie’s thick skin couldn’t escape embarrassment under Zhang Chulan’s resentful stare;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he cleared his throat tactfully, patted Zhang Chulan’s shoulder, and spoke with sincere tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chulan, the ancients said: when Heaven intends to bestow a great responsibility upon a man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it first torments his mind, exhausts his body, starves his flesh, impoverishes his means, and frustrates his actions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all to stir his heart and toughen his nature, enhancing what he lacks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie answered decisively, his sincerity almost spilling from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my dream in life is easy money, little work, close to home, more pay for less effort, and gain without labor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan muttered under his breath, snapping back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smacked his own forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan was still Zhang Chulan—deeply calculating and shamelessly unashamed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never be motivated by a little bit of inspirational fluff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chulan, you don’t want to miss the chance to uncover the truth behind your grandfather’s hidden identity, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other choice, Zhang Jie pulled out his trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao sat to the side, cheek propped in her hand, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did that phrasing sound so familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded her of the lines Japanese bosses used to tell their wives in the films Xu San and Xu Si used to sneak-watch in their youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, you don’t want your husband to lose his job, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Japanese netizen, tone it down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing such unmistakably familiar phrasing, Zhang Chulan couldn’t help internally scoffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though due to his Shou Gong Sha, he couldn’t pursue girls who didn’t truly love him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nor could he indulge in the adolescent self-taught techniques most boys learned,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that didn’t mean he was ignorant of Japanese “art”:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My roommate seems like a Japanese spy—every night, when he thinks I’m asleep,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he secretly takes his phone and tissues to the bathroom, and I hear Japanese women’s voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I strongly suspect he writes classified info on paper and transmits it via video call to his Japanese female superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the classified documents, his Japanese female superior would excitedly scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, minutes later, he’d rush back to bed. What should I do now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, Jie Ge, I won’t give up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing his inner sarcasm, Zhang Chulan nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled and patted Zhang Chulan’s shoulder again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other hot-blooded protagonists, Zhang Chulan wasn’t fiery or full of passion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but rather, due to years of hiding, had grown somewhat gloomy and shameless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet clearly, he held deep affection for his grandfather, who had raised and educated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, the group entered the villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the villa was, unsurprisingly, also in Syrian war-torn style,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though not quite as dilapidated as Du Fu’s thatched hut—“the roof leaks, no dry spot left, rain falls like threads without end”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was truly bare-bones: even a rat would have to write a “Ode to a Humble Abode” overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jie Ge, I was wondering, I was wondering...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sat on a stool in the living room; Zhang Chulan spoke hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just spit it out, kid. Are we strangers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie glanced casually at Zhang Chulan’s stammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That true Qi from that night—could you give me a little more?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much—just two or three more bursts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Zhang Jie’s encouragement, Zhang Chulan finally gathered courage to voice his request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, when he was kidnapped by Lu Liang and others, Zhang Jie’s thought-form—a golden little figure—had saved him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using his own Qi. After Zhang Jie returned it to him, Zhang Chulan discovered that Zhang Jie’s refined Qi was extraordinarily potent;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using it as a catalyst, his cultivation speed had at least tripled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery thrilled him, for to better honor his grandfather’s teaching—“hide your identity, live as an ordinary man”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had nearly ceased cultivation since his grandfather’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these years, his cultivation hadn’t advanced; it had even regressed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, compared to other young occultists, he was nearly ten years behind in cultivation time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he believed his talent wasn’t inferior to theirs, losing so much cultivation time\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>meant his cultivation level lagged far behind peers of the same age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh... here’s a necessary clarification: his talent was compared to other young occultists,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not to monsters like Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, his chances of achieving a high ranking in the Luotian Da Jiao were clearly slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Zhang Jie’s true Qi could make up for this shortcoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he cannot directly reclaim those lost ten years, even making up a little will\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>undoubtedly greatly increase his chances at the Luotian Da Jiao.\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-20T14:22:37.780Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","804de599d66ec1ed3d8f621646200b1eb7bf15c4d6e1d29e29875ab705ef9072","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-563","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-561",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]