[{"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-580":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},2315835,4528,"Chapter 580","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-580",580,"\u003Cp>“Jie… Jiege.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie and Feng Baobao waited a long while before Zhang Chulan finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his trembling limbs, Zhang Jie now confirmed it for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid Zhang Chulan isn’t pretending to be weak—he’s genuinely afraid of heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie said nothing more and led the way, Feng Baobao following close behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, there was already a path, so Zhang Chulan didn’t need to act as the vanguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the group arrived at the main venue of the Luotian Da Jiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a vast open field stood a building resembling a stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike a stadium, it had no dome—it was open-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its area was also much larger than a regular stadium; though not as big as a soccer field, it was close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, cultivators, once activating their true Qi, move at speeds exceeding ten meters per second—little superhumans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A too-small arena would inevitably restrict their performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Wang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Lan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, many cultivators had already gathered, forming small circles according to closeness of relationship, exchanging words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, don’t miss this chance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Specialty of the Western witch world—no 998, only 99.8!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only 99.8—take home a specialty of the Western witch world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blessed prayer beads, infused with Buddhist true Qi—nourish the spirit and strengthen the body!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many clever cultivators seized this rare opportunity to run small businesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan, who had been trembling moments ago, was now eagerly examining his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen so many cultivators before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baobei-jie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie glanced a few times, then called out to Feng Baobao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were too many people here, a mix of good and bad—given Baobei-jie’s simple, clueless nature, she might get tricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiege, Baobei-jie is gone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan felt the sky had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie turned his head—and sure enough, Feng Baobao had vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t panic—I’ll find her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie halted Zhang Chulan’s panic, unleashing his boundless, formless spiritual sense from his center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swept across the entire venue: those chatting, those glaring at each other, those haggling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those catching up, those maintaining order—all movements of every cultivator were seen by his “eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heart’s eye is still an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he could lock onto Zhang Chulan’s and Feng Baobao’s positions at any moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even monitor their every move, Zhang Jie did not—after all, he wasn’t a peeping tom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, he spotted Feng Baobao—she was chatting enthusiastically with a large monk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unbelievable, unbelievable—a divine light has surged from the crown of your head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this is the aura of an immortal, an Arhat, a Bodhisattva!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large monk, draped in a golden-trimmed crimson cassock, with a plump face and earlobes reaching his shoulders,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looked at Feng Baobao with an expression of utter awe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if he had seen an Arhat or Bodhisattva enshrined by his Buddhist sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao tilted her head, staring at him with a vacant, innocent expression, seemingly not understanding his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『Is this guy actually a seasoned veteran?』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Feng Baobao unmoved, the monk felt uncertain inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his face remained solemn and dignified, radiating the aura of an enlightened master,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only occasional flashes of cunning in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his cassock and pulled out a string of glistening,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ruby-red glass beads that shimmered in the sunlight:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These beads were left behind by my ancestral master, Chan Master Duoxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He once encountered a legendary beast—a ten-thousand-year fire qilin—in the mountains,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and after more than eighty thousand rounds of mortal combat, finally slew it with his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My ancestor extracted the qilin’s spiritual core and, pouring his heart and soul into it, crafted this string of ruby-red glass beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effort drained him so severely that, immediately after completing them, he passed away, ascending to the Western Pure Land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his tone grew mournful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his tone also grew melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fantastical, exaggerated tale struck exactly the right chord with Feng Baobao’s interest in the strange tales of the cultivator world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amitabha. A monk never lies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk resumed his solemn, dignified demeanor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This item was originally meant to be the heirloom of my lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sacred treasures possess spirit—they can only be claimed and used by those destined for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been heartbroken over this. Today, I came to Longhu Mountain\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not to participate in the Luotian Da Jiao, but to find a destined one for this treasure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes locked onto Feng Baobao: “I’ve searched nearly every cultivator,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet none were deemed worthy—until you appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This treasure has finally found its destined one—you are that person!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Destined one? Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao pointed at her own nose, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『So she’s just a rookie—earlier she just didn’t understand.』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk’s smile widened, answering firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This destined one is none other than you, young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this thing made just for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk repeatedly emphasized “destined for you” and “this treasure has finally found its destined one,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>which made Feng Baobao, who had long sought her own origins and past,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>easily fall into the illusion that “this item was made specifically for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once this illusion took root, Feng Baobao reached out to take the ruby-red glass beads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this illusion arose, Feng Baobao reached out to take the “Spotted Red Liuli String.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk dodged swiftly, causing Feng Baobao’s hand to grasp nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao was confused—if it was destined for her, why wouldn’t he give it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao was puzzled: if it was destined for her, why not give it to her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk chanted a Buddhist mantra: “Young master, though this item is destined for you,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lineage has also invested tremendous effort—no merit, but plenty of hard work. What do you say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my lineage has also contributed greatly to this—we may have no merit, yet we have endured hardship; don’t you think?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao finally understood the monk’s implication, nodding vigorously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, how much should I pay you to repay you and your ancestral master for your hard work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, who had observed all this from the side, couldn’t help but smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You say Baobei-jie has common sense—she gets tricked so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You say she lacks common sense—she instantly grasps the monk’s hint about payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does Baobei-jie have common sense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk still didn’t realize he’d been exposed—he clasped his hands together:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for 9998—only 998, and these ruby-red glass beads are yours, young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not 9998—only 998. This Spotted Red Liuli String is yours, benefactor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao felt she’d gotten a huge bargain, pulled out her wallet, and took out a stack of Mao bills to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao felt she had gotten the better deal, pulled out her wallet, and took out a stack of Mao bills to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although she was somewhat clueless, Feng Baobao never lacked money thanks to the Xu family’s care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, as a temporary worker in the North China region, her salary was quite substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, although the company’s upper management always viewed temporary workers as enforcers, not decision-makers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>how could anyone expect a horse to run without feeding it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao smoothly counted out ten bills of Ma Yeye and handed them to the big monk, saying generously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Monk, you and I are destined to meet—keep those two yuan, no need to return them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amitabha, my blade was not sharp enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the big monk paid no attention to the two yuan; he stared at the stack in Feng Baobao’s hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at least five times thicker than a thousand yuan in soft currency—and felt his heart ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here was such a fat sheep right before him, yet he had only plucked a few strands of wool,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instead of slashing her deep—he was committing a sin!\u003C\u002Fp>",1303,"2026-06-20T14:22:37.780Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","aff87cbb6bdd8520f5ceadc722045d70f08580dc18062def9354eff3029377d8","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-581","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-579",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]