[{"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-565":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},2315820,4528,"Chapter 565: Eating Without Enthusiasm, Mind Is Flawed","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-565",565,"\u003Cp>Xia He was born with the innate ability \"Xi Ji,\" which passively emits a Qi field that manipulates others' desires and emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ability was completely beyond her control, causing her to be regarded since childhood by those around her\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a \"demoness\" and an outcast, subjected to endless discrimination, rejection, and objectification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She longed to form normal human relationships, but her very existence caused others to fall into ruin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving her in prolonged extreme loneliness and suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan, along with Lingyu Zhenren—the junior uncle of Longhu Mountain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Lingyu was the only person in Xia He’s life who ever gave her genuine care and warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She poured all her deep affection into this junior uncle of Longhu Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, due to an intimate contact born of a single momentary lapse that night (insert),\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Lingyu could no longer cultivate the purest yang energy of \"Yang Wu Lei,\" and was forced to switch to Yin Wu Lei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to face this imperfect version of himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and deeply concerned with the reputation of the Tian Shi Fu’s orthodox disciples and societal judgment, he ultimately chose to flee and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Xia He, this was no different from being abandoned by the one she loved most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not understand Zhang Lingyu’s plight—she felt only profound betrayal and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To seek revenge and out of self-destruction, she decided to join Longhu Mountain’s greatest enemy—the Quan Xing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called \"orthodox sects\" rejected her because of her innate ability and identity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Quan Xing upheld \"Preserve True Nature Fully,\" disregarding societal rules and moral conventions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Xia He, Quan Xing was the only place that did not treat her as an outcast and accepted her true abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her most desperate moment, she met Dou Mei, one of Quan Xing’s \"Four Maniacs,\" known as \"Poison That Eats the Intestines.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Dou Mei’s persuasion, Xia He ultimately accepted her fate and joined Quan Xing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After joining Quan Xing, she used her ability to become the feared \"Bone-Scraping Knife,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a title steeped in infamy, yet granting her a twisted sense of belonging and camouflage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, as an observer with clear vision, Zhang Jie thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>deep within, Xia He’s decision to join Quan Xing may have harbored a faint, humble hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hope was to force Zhang Lingyu, as an orthodox disciple,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to descend the mountain himself to \"subdue demons and exorcise evils,\" so she could see him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmmmm… how to put it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon learning the true nature of Xia He and Zhang Lingyu’s relationship, Zhang Jie could only sigh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the tangled romance between a demonic cultivator and an orthodox young hero has always been a favorite topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sighing, Zhang Jie returned to his research on True Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivation knows no time; before he realized it, the golden crow of noon had already sunk westward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving only a twilight of golden and crimson clouds, as if sighing in reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not this simple after all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie sighed, slowly opening his eyes, letting the evening glow reflect into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried to analyze—and even replicate—Xia He’s True Qi, but clearly, he failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Jie was not particularly disappointed: if innate abilities of primordial cultivators were this easy to study,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there wouldn’t be so many primordial cultivators in the world who dominate their regions through their innate powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the problem that plagued so many primordial cultivators—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that their innate abilities interfere with their cultivation methods—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forcing them to stumble alone, forging their own paths,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>resulting in painfully slow progress, and in some cases, no advancement throughout their entire lives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had already been resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jie Ge, dinner’s ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan, the lowest in both cultivation and status, voluntarily took on the duty of cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie set aside his research on True Qi, rose from his seat, and stepped out of the meditation chamber,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>preparing to engage in one of life’s two most important things—eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though with his cultivation level, he need not rely on food or drink, not even needing to fast,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>going months or even years without eating or drinking posed no issue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet as a mere ordinary person who had only recently shared power from another Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he still maintained his old habit of three meals a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Confucius said it well: \"Food and sex are human nature.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two most important things in life are eating and sex: one is essential for sustaining existence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other stems from the human genome’s instinct to propagate and perpetuate itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie currently had no desire for sex and intended to let things unfold naturally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in short, the three principles of a scoundrel: don’t initiate, don’t deny, don’t take responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was very interested in eating—even immortals have appetites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, where did the celestial delicacies like dragon liver, phoenix marrow, and peach nectar pills come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the guiding principle \"Don’t be eager to eat, and your mind is flawed,\" Zhang Jie ended his practice and rose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>stepping out of the chamber to find Zhang Chulan had already laid out the meal on a small table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Braised pork, fish-fragrant eggplant, vinegar-braised potato shreds, and a three-ingredient soup—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all home-style dishes, still steaming hot, clearly just taken off the stove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a villa with a Syrian war-damaged aesthetic possibly have a fully equipped kitchen, utensils, and ingredients?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, even Syrian locals need to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jie Ge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan eagerly presented chopsticks and bowls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie felt he had treated him well enough, so he accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao had already filled her bowl with rice and picked up her chopsticks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her large eyes fixed hungrily on the still-steaming dishes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>waiting only for Zhang Jie to sit down before launching her righteous assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in his mouth; after a slight chew, he raised an eyebrow in approval:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tastes good. Didn’t know you had this skill, Chulan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan had selected premium pork belly with five layers of fat and lean,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>paired with precisely balanced seasonings and sauces—the flavor was truly excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only flaw was that the caramelization time was slightly too short—the color was a bit pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the imperfection did not overshadow the excellence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan’s cooking couldn’t match that of the Zhang Jie from the Heavenly Dragon or the Zhang Jie from Water Margin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who had spent decades as an imperial chef in the palace kitchen, but it was no worse than an ordinary master chef.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put it this way: even if Zhang Chulan chose to remain anonymous, dropped out of school,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and opened a home-style restaurant on a moderately busy street, he’d never starve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jie Ge, you flatter me—it’s just simple home dishes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan replied humbly, though the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his inner delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his grandfather’s death and his father’s disappearance, he had been alone; though most days he ate at school,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>school cafeterias—especially those in middle and high schools with limited choices—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were something anyone who’d attended school knew well;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after all, the first rule of large-scale cooking was never flavor, aroma, or appearance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but safety—which is why fish was rarely found in school cafeterias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he inevitably had to cook himself, both to ensure he wouldn’t starve on weekends\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and during winter and summer breaks, and also to soothe his own stomach; over the years, he’d honed his skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutual praise between Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan ended after a few sentences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mutual flattery between Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan ended after just a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they chatted, Feng Baobao had already begun devouring her meal like she was exacting revenge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her chopsticks moving so fast they nearly blurred into afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan quickly joined in—if they waited another few minutes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with Bao’er’s pace, they’d be lucky to even get the water used to rinse the pots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Bao'er's demeanor, they probably won't even get to drink the water used to wash the pots.\u003C\u002Fp>",1336,"2026-06-20T14:22:37.780Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1f92b4dfa3df14857cfc8f7aaf56299c59201a41a824b75b2fcc98f61deb5b0d","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-566","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-564",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]