[{"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-82":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},2315337,4528,"Chapter 82: Big Tree Cross Slope","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>In the Water Margin world, on a road winding through a dense forest, two men were traveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wore a neat, practical short tunic—a massive, powerfully built man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other wore a blue scholar’s robe, exuding elegant poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two were none other than Zhang Jie, out on scholarly travels, and Wu Song, guarding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Pan Jinlian and the others, Zhang Jie had left them behind in Yanggu County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This journey was not as convenient as his previous trip to Jinan for the imperial exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It required traveling thousands of miles, making it impossible to bring delicate Pan Jinlian and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian had pouted at this news—her lips had hung low enough to hold several soy sauce bottles that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie found this unacceptable, so that night he gave her a thorough beating with a staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: I’m Happy Superhero—I become a superhero whenever I’m happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Yan Poxi, Zhang Jie, with his vigorous vitality, did not favor one over the other—he gave her a thorough beating with a staff too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: I’m kidding—you don’t have to be happy for me to be a superhero~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being thoroughly disciplined, Pan Jinlian and the others avoided Zhang Jie for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They feared he’d drag them off again for another staff lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfied, Zhang Jie hummed a cheerful tune: “We common folks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today we’re truly happy,” as he and Wu Song began their scholarly journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been half a month since their departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling slowly, they had reached Yingyuan Town in Xinxian County, Shandong Province,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the border with Fan County, Puyang City, Henan, about to enter Henan via Mengzhou Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, the weather doesn’t look good—we should hurry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song looked up at the sky—dark clouds filled the heavens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though it was only evening, the light had already dimmed; he spoke in a low, rumbling tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu Er’s right—we should quicken our pace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie nodded. With his profound inner energy and acute perception,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already sensed the heavy moisture gathering in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, a torrential downpour would surely come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself was unbothered—he had inner power to protect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Song was not so lucky; even with an umbrella, he couldn’t shield his whole body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter was approaching, the air growing colder; drenched in rain laced with chill,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a mighty man would catch a fever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this ancient world without modern medicine,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple cold or flu could fell a man as strong as an ox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, with Wu Song’s true “power to wrestle lions and tigers”—his divine mortal physique—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t be brought down by a cold rain, but he’d certainly be left miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giddy-up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song squeezed his mule’s flanks—the mule, in pain, immediately sped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Gray, run faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie also patted his mount’s rump, urging it to move quicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh-ah, eh-ah~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reluctantly raised its head and brayed a few times, then slowly picked up pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But its speed wouldn’t increase—it fell farther behind Wu Song, who rode a tall, powerful mule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Gray, you’re thinking of becoming donkey roast, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s eyes turned dangerous; he whispered a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, just like Wu Song’s mount, which was a mule,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s mount was no proper horse—it was a gray donkey!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to delicate horses, donkeys were far easier to care for:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grass and leaves satisfied their daily needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rarely fell ill, making them ideal for long journeys like Zhang Jie’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, truthfully, Zhang Jie chose a donkey simply because he was lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you want the benefits of a donkey, you must endure its flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, Zhang Jie’s gray donkey was a truly lazy beast,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always finding excuses to slack off unless ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s lazy donkey: It always finds chances to rest~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh-ah, eh-ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Zhang Jie’s threat, his donkey finally sped up, catching up to Wu Song, who had slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning like coiling dragons and serpents flashed through the dark clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large raindrops began to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giddy-up, giddy-up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie and Wu Song hurried forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash, splash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the raindrops grew denser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wu Song, who had gone ahead to scout, spotted something and called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, there’s a tavern ahead—shall we take shelter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie narrowed his eyes—a tavern stood a hundred meters ahead, beside the road,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Built of several thatched huts, with a flagpole flying a large “ Jiu ” character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the tavern stood several massive trees, so wide it took several adults to encircle them, unmoved by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beside Mengzhou Road, Big Tree Cross Slope, tavern—interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile appeared on Zhang Jie’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go inside and shelter from the rain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie flicked the reins, sending his lazy donkey ahead toward the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom, boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash, splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Jie and Wu Song reached the tavern’s eaves, the rain poured down in torrents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick mist rose, obscuring vision to within a hundred meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wanted gentle drizzle crossing a twilight boat, wisps of smoke over a broken bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not arrows of rain slashing my face, icy wind frosting half my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the rain pouring like a celestial river, cold and biting, Zhang Jie sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether because of the heavy rain or too few customers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No servant waited outside the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie and Wu Song had to fend for themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, let’s go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie tied the donkey to a post at the entrance, letting it shelter from the rain, then called Wu Song inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song, having tied his mule to another post, silently followed behind Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie pushed open the door—the wooden hinges groaned with a grating, teeth-on-edge sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, a sharp gust of wind rushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torches lit in the tavern’s main hall flickered wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the central bonfire burned steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, who’s this reckless brat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hall, a large man, bare-armed and warming himself by the fire, turned sharply at the sudden wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed as he looked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it? Oh, just a poor scholar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man sneered as he saw Zhang Jie enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhang Jie wore a scholar’s blue robe, the man still assumed he was a penniless student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any other juren would be surrounded by servants—why would he open his own door?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for a jinshi, that was another matter entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without eight men carrying his palanquin, how could he possibly be worthy of the Literary Star?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Three, don’t be rude!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man, clearly the leader among the five warming themselves by the fire, barked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just a poor scholar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third brother still wouldn’t let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgive them—Zhang Jie’s martial skill had long since reached the state of divine radiance inwardly concealed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if a top-tier expert from the Heaven-Defying or Heavenly Dragon worlds came to observe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he still appeared as a bookish man powerless to lift a chicken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wu Song pushed the door open and entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the doorway Zhang Jie had opened was too small for Wu Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words the third brother had been about to shout instantly recoiled back into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a mighty, imposing man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man among them, thin but with occasional flashes of sharpness in his eyes, exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the third brother dared not speak again—compared to this powerful man behind the pale-faced youth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even their own brother, whose strength was famed throughout the surrounding villages, meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the third brother’s sudden shift from arrogance to humility, Zhang Jie only wanted to say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still prefer you when you’re defiant—please go back to that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, my apologies—my younger brother acted rashly; I offer you my sincere regrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man rose to his feet and bowed to Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense, nonsense—who can be blamed for ignorance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie declared he was magnanimous and took no offense at this minor slight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no ruthless killer who wiped out entire families over trifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who didn’t know Zhang Jie was a refined and easygoing man?\u003C\u002Fp>",1358,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cedfbf92f6582d5fc99341998d420813d755340b2fefbeb71b0fda1f8ca8b0a4","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-83","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-81",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]