[{"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-85":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},2315340,4528,"Chapter 85: Ascend Emei","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-85",85,"\u003Cp>In the Yitian world, a secluded spot on Mount Emei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the bright sunlight, a graceful, ethereal woman danced with her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blade’s light was dense and continuous, like silk being drawn, like cocoons being unraveled, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved as if a celestial maiden danced, her waist slender and supple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her robes fluttered with the wind, revealing her lightness and elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within this beautiful scene lay deadly peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who dared underestimate her would pay a heavy price!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, crisp clapping echoed into the ears of the dancing maiden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maiden instantly halted her swordplay, furrowed her brows, gripped her sword tightly, and scanned her surroundings with wary eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo’s Willow-Flower Sword Technique has deeply grasped its endless, flowing essence—she’s nearly reached perfection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man in black martial attire, carrying a bundle on his back, drifted down from a large tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dancer was none other than Zhou Zhiruo, the favorite disciple of Mei Jue Shitai, the sect leader of Mount Emei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiege!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the visitor, Zhou Zhiruo instantly lowered her guard and exclaimed with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo, it’s been a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man—or rather, Zhang Jie—smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You say it’s been a long time? I heard you left the mountain over half a year ago, and only now do you come to see me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Zhou Zhiruo’s smile vanished instantly, and she scolded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Women—their name is fickleness.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Zhou Zhiruo, who had shifted from radiant smiles to icy coldness in a heartbeat, Zhang Jie mentally grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo, earlier Wujie went missing, so I went to find him first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that I’ve found him, I came straight to Emei to see you—I haven’t even returned to Wudang yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie skillfully used Zhang Wuji as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhang Wuji’s name, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the boy who once trailed behind her and Zhang Jie—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no, a friend—and her expression softened. She said sweetly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This time, I’ll let you off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let me off?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those words, Zhang Jie couldn’t help but think of a certain monk completely coated in gold paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve passed” had become a legendary meme among internet trolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you find Wujie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo stepped beside Zhang Jie, walking shoulder to shoulder, curiously asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it’s like this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie told Zhou Zhiruo only part of what happened at Zhu Wu Lianhuan Mountain Villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were you hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Zhang Jie had been ambushed by Wu Lie, Zhou Zhiruo instantly grew anxious,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her gaze sweeping over him, searching for signs of injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not—you know my abilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie deliberately flexed his biceps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show-off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relieved, Zhou Zhiruo covered her mouth and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never imagined there could be such a fool in this world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhang Jie had left Zhu Changling stranded on a cliffside platform for years, Zhou Zhiruo burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, having learned many tricks for pleasing women from the Water Margin version of himself, made Zhou Zhiruo laugh until she trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could only say: no matter whether one has martial arts or not, women are still women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiege, when will you take me to meet Master Yu Lianzhou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to Zhang Jie’s witty words, Zhou Zhiruo softly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Jie’s heart skipped a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Lianzhou was his master, his elder who had been like a father to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo’s phrasing carried unmistakable implications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Am I really about to step into the grave of marriage so soon?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew this was his own doing—he must take responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, when he’d learned Zhiruo would grow into a great beauty, he’d been smitten—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no, his protective feelings had burned brightly, and he’d taken special care of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after she entered Mount Emei, he often wrote her letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, Zhou Zhiruo had quietly fallen for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he felt he was still young and wanted to enjoy a few more years of freedom,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>seeing the blush on her face and her trembling fingers clutching her sleeve,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie knew how much courage it had taken for her to speak those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he refused now, even if she didn’t fall into despair, she’d surely carry psychological scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The hardest thing to bear is a beauty’s favor.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie made his decision instantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you come back to Wudang with me this time and meet my master, my senior uncles, and my teacher uncles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Well, meeting the family doesn’t mean we have to marry right away—we can just get engaged first.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie rationalized to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his affirmative answer, Zhou Zhiruo’s cheeks flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiege.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their figures drew closer, about to merge together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough! Cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, several coughs echoed behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo jumped out of Zhang Jie’s arms like a startled fawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognizing the person, Zhou Zhiruo stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer appeared to be around forty or forty-five, her features quite beautiful,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but her eyebrows slanted downward, giving her face an eerie, unnatural look—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>almost like a ghost from a stage play, hanged and pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Mei Jue Shitai, the leader of Mount Emei, who had grown increasingly extreme since her brother Gu Hongzi’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could this old nun have been secretly spying on Zhiruo all along?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, how could she have arrived so perfectly timed?’ Zhang Jie mentally grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai’s expression darkened as she asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhiruo, who is this boy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, he’s Zhang Jie, disciple of Master Yu Lianzhou from Wudang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo was surprised that Mei Jue Shitai didn’t recognize Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third-generation Wudang disciple Zhang Jie, pays his respects to Shitai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie bowed respectfully to Mei Jue Shitai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could he do? He had designs on Mei Jue Shitai’s precious jewel, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I naturally remember this brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai glared at Zhang Jie with irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brat who nearly stole her beloved disciple looked worse and worse to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she hadn’t arrived just in time, who knew what those two young fools would’ve done!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Mei Jue Shitai’s unhidden suspicion, Zhang Jie awkwardly rubbed his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai looked at him as if he were a wild boar trying to root up her pristine, tender cabbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boy, what business brings you to Mount Emei? If you have none, go down the mountain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue issued her dismissal without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master, Zhang Jie has just arrived—let him stay a little longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo immediately protested, tugging at Mistress Mei Jue’s hand and pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing her beloved disciple’s coquetry, a faint softness flickered across Mistress Mei Jue’s expressionless face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but when she saw Zhou Zhiruo’s gaze fixed unwaveringly on Zhang Jie, she made up her mind at once:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. My Emei Sect has only female disciples—we cannot let a man spend the night!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she let this rascal stay on the mountain any longer, she dared not imagine what might happen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I say, Emei isn’t without male disciples—this old nun is clearly targeting me!'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie mentally grumbled, recalling Mistress Mei Jue’s elder brother, Gu Hongzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he grumbled inwardly, his expression remained unchanged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have come to Mount Emei with a matter of importance to discuss with Mistress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An important matter? When did Wudang’s important matters fall to you to handle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second-generation Wudang disciples—Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and others—are now in their prime,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so even if there were important matters, they should be the ones to come forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You, Zhang Jie, are merely a third-generation junior—you cannot represent Wudang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aware of his low seniority, Zhang Jie did not take offense:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The matter I wish to discuss with Mistress concerns the Yi Tian Sword and the Tu Long Dao!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke of the Yi Tian Sword and Tu Long Dao, Zhang Jie uttered each word deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Yi Tian Sword and Tu Long Dao?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing those two names, Mistress Mei Jue’s eyes turned instantly dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Could Wudang have learned that secret?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue speculated, but she crushed the thought at once:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That secret should have been known only to our founding ancestress, Guo Xiang, a hundred years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, it has been passed orally only among successive Emei sect leaders—never written down.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Mistress Mei Jue recalled the hundred-year-old Daoist on Wudang Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common person should not know that secret—but that hundred-year-old Daoist, still full of vigor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>made one suspect he had already attained the realm of a terrestrial immortal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the relationship between the venerable Zhang Sanfeng and her sect’s founding ancestress Guo Xiang, Mistress Mei Jue mused:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If that old Daoist knew even a fragment of the secret, it would not be impossible.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had our founding ancestress Guo Xiang not fallen instantly in love with the Divine Condor Hero Yang Guo,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and had her heart not been forever closed to any other man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emei might well have become one family with Wudang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alas, though Guo Xiang’s heart was set, the divine maiden remained unmoved—Guo Xiang and Zhang Sanfeng were destined never to be together…\u003C\u002Fp>",1533,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","894ae348840196eb21a4626a2ba656e3b64e63baea6223e5279cfe74110faa8c","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-86","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-84",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]