[{"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-582":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},2315837,4528,"Chapter 582: Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-582",582,"\u003Cp>“T-that master just now… was he lying to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Baobao, who was usually oblivious, finally realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, don’t let me run into him again, or I’ll give him a lesson he won’t forget!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing she had been deceived, Feng Baobao was furious, clenching her tiny fists and threatening with a fierce expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, combined with her harmless demeanor and appearance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she merely looked like a little cat puffing up its fur—only making people find her adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie knew Feng Baobao wasn’t just raging helplessly; given her initiative,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if she truly encountered that master, another body would soon be buried in the forest behind Longhu Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie could only wish him luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go, we’ll sign up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resolving this minor incident, Zhang Jie led the two toward the registration desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The registration desk was simple: a Daoist in robes stood behind a table,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and any cultivator wishing to register simply took a form, filling in their name, age, background, and other details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this Luotian Da Jiao was open to the entire cultivator world, even if someone used a false name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Tian Shi Fu organizing the event wouldn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only requirement was age: all participants must be under thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, although people like Zhang Jie who knew the truth understood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that this Luotian Da Jiao was entirely orchestrated by the old Tian Shi to legitimize his protection of Zhang Chulan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a case of planting the carrot before digging the hole—the public facade was to select the next Tian Shi heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was about choosing an heir, they certainly wouldn’t pick an octogenarian or nonagenarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That old man might be powerful, but who would die first—him or the old Tian Shi—was still uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tian Shi Fu disciple managing registration was another old acquaintance of Zhang Jie’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Younger brother, I wish you a high ranking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist swiftly collected Zhang Jie’s registration form and offered his blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll take your good wishes to heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled in reply and stepped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still other cultivators waiting to register—he couldn’t disturb Senior Chen’s work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, younger brother, let’s get together tonight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior Chen extended the invitation, then immediately buried himself back in his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he was a cultivator, dealing with so many people at once\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>left him flustered; even his conversation with Zhang Jie was snatched in stolen moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, you must be Zhang Chulan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man with short white hair\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and clear, pale green eyes approached with effortless familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Chulan—he’s the one who’s been all over the news, the heir of Qitǐ Yuánliú, one of the Eight Marvelous Techniques?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Qitǐ Yuánliú really on him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I get the chance…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Zhang Chulan’s name was spoken, the surrounding cultivators immediately turned their attention to him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>staring with eagerness, curiosity, even greed; many whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan paid no mind to their attention; he had long prepared himself for fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for those coveting Qitǐ Yuánliú—this was Longhu Mountain, and the Daoists of the Tian Shi Fu weren’t amateurs;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>anyone who dared draw weapons here would face fists the size of sandbags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, Zhang Jie stood beside him; with Jiege’s protection, he felt utterly secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the white-haired youth, Zhang Chulan was puzzled—he didn’t recognize this person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, sorry, let me introduce myself—I’m Feng Xingtong of the Tianxia Hui.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired youth scratched his head awkwardly and introduced himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feng…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan instantly understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you related to Chairman Feng of the Tianxia Hui?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tianxia Hui was no ordinary organization; though it had risen only recently, its growth was rapid, and its strength and wealth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were now comparable to those of the ancient, centuries-old sects of the cultivator world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its chairman, Feng Zhenghao, was one of the Ten Elders—the ten most powerful figures in the cultivator world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong beamed with pride: “That’s my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan’s smile widened; his social instincts kicked in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re Chairman Feng’s son—pleased to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong flushed with embarrassment and waved his hands:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m no son of a chairman—I’m just an ordinary cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is a young man with little worldly experience.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan mentally labeled Feng Xingtong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young men like this were perfect—he loved dealing with people without ulterior motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie watched as Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong quickly grew familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of his intervention, Zhang Chulan hadn’t stormed off in anger from the Tianxia Hui,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but had directly joined Naidu Tong, so he’d only heard of the Tianxia Hui and its chairman Feng Zhenghao,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and knew little about its members or Feng Zhenghao’s daughter Feng Shayan or son Feng Xingtong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, you understand you’re just an ordinary cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young man with his nose in the air, radiating “I’m the greatest,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>barged in with two bodyguards in black suits—ordinary-looking, clearly extras—and interrupted rudely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had called Feng Xingtong “young master,” and Feng Xingtong had humbly called himself an ordinary cultivator—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>both were social pleasantries—why would someone attack another over this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he swallowed a whole bag of gunpowder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell him who I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogant youth ignored Zhang Chulan entirely, ordering Feng Xingtong with a haughty sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong’s face flickered with humiliation, but remembering his father’s words, he bowed respectfully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chulan, this is Wang Bing, the eldest son of the Wang family—one of the Four Great Families of the cultivator world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang’s eldest son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan was even more confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Tianxia Hui couldn’t match the Wang family’s centuries-old heritage, why was Feng Xingtong so subservient?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wang family did have one of the Ten Elders, Wang Ai—but Feng Xingtong’s father, Feng Zhenghao, was also one of the Ten Elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were Ten Elders; even if there were differences in strength or seniority,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they should unquestionably belong to the same tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Wang Bing treat Feng Xingtong like a feudal servant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hear you were hunted down. Hand over Qitǐ Yuánliú to my Wang family, and you’ll gain our protection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bing didn’t even glance at the respectful Feng Xingtong; he spoke boastfully to Zhang Chulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Qitǐ Yuánliú… another one coveting it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan sighed inwardly—was he really that much of a soft target? Why did everyone want to take a bite out of him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Bing’s blatant threat toward Zhang Chulan, Zhang Jie—who had been watching quietly—could no longer stay silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of family upbringing could produce such a bizarre creature?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably his brain had been fried by residual spirit fragments from the spirits he’d consumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang’s eldest son, Zhang Chulan has already joined Naidu Tong Company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Company…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the word “company,” even Wang Bing, who had absurd confidence in his lineage, grew wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Ten Elders were the peaks of the cultivator world, then the Company—representing the state—was its sky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Company showed no flashy presence, seemed almost invisible, yet which cultivator dared truly ignore it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countless ruffians who vanished into secret fortresses and never reappeared warned every cultivator: the Company’s dignity must not be violated!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Chulan, I hope you’ll seriously consider my proposal. Wang Da, Wang Er, let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of fear of the company, Wang left a threatening remark directed at Zhang Chulan, then walked away with his two followers.\u003C\u002Fp>",1231,"2026-06-20T14:22:37.780Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d8da089b23ff062b8ca3baed4e132d8d44ef9f173f2b346ae3757cf6aada35a7","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-583","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-581",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]