[{"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-88":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},2315343,4528,"Chapter 88: Fist Is Power!","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Zhang Jie’s internal energy entered her body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue realized her own internal energy instantly became as docile as sheep encountering a ferocious tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such pure internal energy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue was deeply shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her internal energy were cotton,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then Zhang Jie’s internal energy was iron—forged a thousand times, refined a hundred times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single unit of Zhang Jie’s internal energy could effortlessly crush ten units of hers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying was that the moment her internal energy touched his,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it vanished instantly, like rivers flowing into the sea, or milk blending with water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhang Jie wished, he could completely dissolve—or even seize—her entire cultivation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This man must never be opposed by force!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue felt Zhang Jie was the nemesis of their Emei Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie knew nothing of Mistress Mei Jue’s thoughts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared—he continued channeling energy to heal her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the combined power of the Nine Yang Divine Art, the Northern Dark Divine Art, and the One Yang Finger,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue’s minor injuries vanished like snow melting under sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhang Jie rose calmly, composed and serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue remained seated, eyes closed, restoring her internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Jie brother, is my master alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow: “With me involved, isn’t it as easy as catching a fish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Jie brother is the strongest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she gazed at Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, in her heart, Zhang Jie was the legendary hero who descended from the heavens, stepping on a rainbow-colored auspicious cloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, this story was told to her by Zhang Jie when he played the role of a literary courier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: I don’t produce literature—I merely transport it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Jie brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhi Ruo sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing it, their figures drew closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Mistress Mei Jue coughed inappropriately twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just meditating, not dead—how could these two young people be so inconsiderate of their surroundings!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo, fearing Mistress Mei Jue had suffered another setback, asked worriedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue opened her eyes and spoke with regained strength:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your master is fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Zhang Jie with a complex expression: “Thank you this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie waved his hand dismissively:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, you speak too modestly—this is what I ought to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already confirmed his relationship with Zhou Zhiruo,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so Mistress Mei Jue was, in effect, his future mother-in-law—he dared not offend her too greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, trouble in the household would be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if Mistress Mei Jue continued to be unreasonable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie would show her what a truly fist-sized punch felt like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you using Wudang’s Nine Yang Technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue asked further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Zhang Jie’s martial art was more profound and purer than Emei’s Nine Yang Technique,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sense of shared origin between the two could not be erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s eyes darted—he had no intention of revealing the secret of the Nine Yang Divine Art—so he nodded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, this wasn’t even a lie—his Wudang Nine Yang had already merged with the Nine Yang Divine Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Wudang Nine Yang Technique, revised by Zhang Sanfeng, had granted the Nine Yang Divine Art additional abilities,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>such as the yin-yang harmony and water-fire fusion that Zhang the old Daoist originally pioneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fused Nine Yang Divine Art was now perfectly balanced, no longer suffering the flaw it once had:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after exhausting immense energy, it no longer caused the practitioner to collapse and die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Sanfeng’s master, Master Jueyuan, had died from exhaustion after defeating several powerful opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That old Daoist grows ever more inscrutable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though profound martial arts do extend lifespan—even first-rate experts in their sixties can still move with agility,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Sanfeng, over a hundred years old, remained vibrant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even appearing to grow younger with age—a phenomenon unheard of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue glanced at Zhang Jie again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now there are two such anomalies—and both are in Wudang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though rumors circulated in the martial world that young talents like Song Qingshu possessed strength rivaling veteran elders,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this merely meant they could match a sect’s senior elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It certainly did not include masters of her caliber—leaders of major sects like herself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on the information leaked from Wudang’s last martial demonstration,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue estimated Song Qingshu would need at least twenty years to reach her current level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhang Jie, under twenty, with only a few years of martial training,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had crushed her effortlessly—truly an anomaly unseen in a hundred years of the martial world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, the previous anomaly, Zhang Sanfeng, was already over a hundred…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This touched upon a fundamental martial principle: martial arts are not better learned the younger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children’s bodies are undeveloped, their minds incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training too early leads to errors, hinders growth, and may cause stunted development or dwarfism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The usual age to begin martial training is around twelve:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at which point the body is nearly mature yet still retains growth potential,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the mind is sufficiently developed to understand scriptures under an elder’s guidance without major mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before twelve, one typically studies literature, learns characters, and cultivates virtue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, wealthy families also use precious herbs and medicinal baths to enhance potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning Zhang Jie, at nineteen, had trained for less than seven years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come to think of it, should I return to Wudang soon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After placating Mistress Mei Jue, Zhang Jie fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his calculations, Master Sanfeng had likely already created the “Pure Yang Ultimate Art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intrigued, Zhang Jie felt he could not let this divine art slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, exchanging insights with Master Sanfeng would surely elevate his martial understanding further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, once I’ve settled matters with Emei, I’ll return to Wudang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie resolved in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, smiling, and pointed to the Yitian Sword at Mistress Mei Jue’s waist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, this Yitian Sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he should secure the Nine Yin Scripture and other treasures within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue’s gaze darkened, yet she knew she was no match for Zhang Jie;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his refusal to forcibly seize it was already a courtesy to Lady Guo Xiang and Zhou Zhiruo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Jie, take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mistress Mei Jue unfastened the Yitian Sword from her waist and tossed it to Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie reached out—his hand snatched the Yitian Sword from several meters away as effortlessly as a swallow returning to its nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crane Grasp and Dragon Pinch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Jie’s effortless control, Mistress Mei Jue’s pupils contracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlling Crane and Grasping Dragon sounds profound, but in truth it is merely a technique of using internal force to grasp objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among martial artists of the Jianghu, even the top-tier ones know at least a little of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as for Zhang Jie’s effortless mastery, she had seen only one other person—Zhang Jie’s ancestor, Zhang Sanfeng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie reached out and drew the Yitian Sword, its blade long and elegantly shaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade gleamed cold and clear, flashing a chilling light under the sun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unmistakably sharp enough to slice through iron like mud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, his vast internal force surged into the Yitian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sssss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white sword qi, over three feet long, flickering like a dragon or a sea serpent, erupted from the sword’s tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the bone-chilling edge of the sword qi, clapped her hand over her mouth in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three-foot sword qi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai was stunned again. As the long-time master of the Yitian Sword,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she naturally knew the sword’s ability to transform internal force into an invincible sword qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet with her own internal force, even when exerting her full strength, she could produce no more than a few inches of sword qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Jie, with a casual wave, produced three feet of sword qi—clearly showing the chasm between her and him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhang Jie, how do we get the secret manual out from inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhiruo, unaware of Zhang Jie’s true depth of power, asked eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Girls really are outgoing!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhou Zhiruo had forgotten how Mei Jue Shitai had just been beaten senseless by Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and now chattered excitedly about her beloved, Mei Jue Shitai nearly spat blood again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But perhaps this is better.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai reconsidered: with Zhou Zhiruo as a bridge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Emei Sect had effectively clung to Zhang Jie’s leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they didn’t become wildly prominent, at least they were no longer in danger of being wiped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, perceptive and sensing Mei Jue Shitai’s changed attitude, could only sigh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Jianghu is this ruthless—strength is always right!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Li Chenzhou’s “Fist Is Power” from the Power Sect—truly no lie!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Jue Shitai had just been ready to smash the lovers apart, but after he punched her a few times,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she not only forgot her earlier words, but now seemed almost willing to go along with it, even pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>",1507,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f38b1d2a31a2223f7d89004c84478b83722e3a70001af6a08b0f382213f96ca","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-89","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-87",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]