[{"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-9":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},2315264,4528,"Chapter 9: Blood Spatters at Ximen Mansion","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-9",9,"\u003Cp>Yet, to Ximen Qing’s disbelief, Zhang Jie—who had been absorbed in the jade pendant—reacted after him but struck first, catching his punch mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intercepted his certain-hit punch with a counter that came after but struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent fist technique!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie felt the tremendous force transmitted through his palm, enough to slightly stagger his stance, and couldn’t help but praise aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his strength was shared with the true Zhang Jie from the Yi Tian world, a man capable of lifting a cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen the Great Official had made Zhang Jie’s body sway slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ximen’s punch had barely shaken Zhang Jie’s stance,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>proving that though he indulged in wine, women, wealth, and anger, he had not let his body decay, nor neglected his martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it’s also possible Master Ximen maintained his training simply to better indulge in wine and women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, without a strong body, how could he satisfy his one wife and five concubines, each as fierce as a wolf or tiger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Master Ximen’s Cannon Fist perfectly embodies the true essence of Cannon Fist: “Both hands twist and turn, power erupts from the heart,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liver and spleen assist, fire burns pure. Diagonal steps, straight advances, changes follow intent, the whole heavenly cycle turns with true rhythm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the Yi Tian world, where internal energy exists, if he merely cultivated one internal art,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could easily earn a reputation like “Fist That Calms Yanggu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Master Ximen joined Liangshan, he might even earn the title of Heavenly Lust Star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only question is, which of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Stars would he displace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing muttered in disbelief, having failed to land a blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had considered that Zhang Jie might block his punch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he never imagined Zhang Jie would block it so effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a master—why would he come to harass a mere Ximen Qing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a master, even in Bianjing, would surely be a honored guest of princes and ministers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Ximen, you threw one punch—now take one of my palms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie paid no mind to Ximen Qing’s swirling thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a soft cry, channeling his internal energy; his palm, already pale from frail constitution,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>turned pure white in that instant, slowly pressing toward Ximen Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing roared inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Dai’an, the palm seemed light and slow,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to Ximen Qing, Zhang Jie’s palm was like the imprint of a celestial giant’s hand descending from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sealed off every possible escape route—he had no choice but to block it head-on!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no way to evade, Ximen Qing crossed his arms before his chest and braced with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s palm shattered Ximen Qing’s defense like dry grass before a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crisp crack, Ximen Qing’s arms bent into\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a V-shape no healthy, normal arm could ever achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Zhang Jie had broken both his arms with a single palm strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White bone fragments protruded from the broken ends of Ximen Qing’s arms,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each jagged, uneven spur clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was not surprised by this outcome:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Yi Tian Zhang Jie’s ancestral master was the founder of Wudang, the Third-Feng True Man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whose might made Shaolin monks cry, “If we all charge together, Zhang Zhenren still couldn’t kill all six sects!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own master was the second disciple of the Third-Feng True Man, the most skilled among his peers;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he created the “Tiger Claw Family-Extinction Hand,” then fully mastered the “Taiji Fist,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and at the Lion-Slaying Assembly, used the Taiji palm’s ability to neutralize force to catch two thunder-fire bombs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shattered Song Qingshu’s Nine Yin White Bone Claw, demonstrating his supreme martial skill—the Wudang Second Hero, Yu Lianzhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Yi Tian Zhang Jie himself possessed extraordinary bone structure and strength capable of lifting a cauldron, a peerless warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these three forces combined, Zhang Jie crushing Ximen Qing was only natural—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for Ximen Qing was nothing but a lower-dimensional target before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be strange if he fought Ximen Qing for three hundred rounds without victory or defeat, or worse, lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he failed to defeat or be defeated by Ximen Qing after three hundred rounds of battle, that would be strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the ground, Ximen Qing felt unbearable pain surge into his brain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every neuron screamed in agony as he howled, clutching his mangled arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was satisfied: the soundproofing in Ximen Qing’s private chamber was excellent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even his gut-wrenching screams barely escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this might also be intentional:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just been planning to play some private-chamber games with Dai’an!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt he’d done so often with his wives and concubines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what just happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an, standing in the corner, looked utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t they been talking nicely just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did it suddenly turn into Ximen Qing attempting a surprise attack on the black-cloaked man,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the black-cloaked man effortlessly blocking it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and finally, one gentle palm breaking both of Ximen Qing’s arms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The events unfolded so swiftly they nearly fried his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an: I know city folks play dirty, but I didn’t think you played this dirty…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city’s tricks run deep—I want to go back to the countryside…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Ximen, this puts me in a difficult position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell me—how should I deal with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie looked down upon Ximen Qing from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll give you all my wealth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both arms shattered, Ximen Qing lost all dignity, kneeling and begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Zhang Jie’s overwhelming martial power, he knew this was an enemy he could not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he gathered all his servants, it would be useless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for waiting for the county officials to respond, for the County Commandant to arrive with armed soldiers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget whether those soldiers—weak, old, sick, corrupt, and only good for extorting bribes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could even fight, or whether they could surround this black-cloaked killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply waiting for them to arrive would give the black-cloaked man enough time to kill his entire family,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>loot everything, and vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still young; he had many good years ahead, many wives and concubines to care for,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>much wealth left to spend,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he hadn’t yet enjoyed enough of this world of red lanterns and wine, and he didn’t want to die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only option now was to sacrifice his wealth to save his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he lived, he would still be Master Ximen, the mighty lord of Yanggu County!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he lives, he is still the mighty Ximen Daguannren who ruled over Yanggu County!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I kill you, won’t all your money become mine anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie said with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have more gold and treasures hidden in a secret chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you kill me, you’ll never find them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll tell you exactly where I’ve hidden everything—if you spare my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing offered another lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Secret chamber?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t there another witness right here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie pointed to Dai’an, frozen in the corner, not daring to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, Master, I know where the secret chamber is!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll tell you everything—I beg you to spare my life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pointed-out Dai’an crawled forward and prostrated himself before Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dai’an! How dare you betray me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dai'an! How dare you betray me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing these words, Ximen Qing flew into a rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the pain of his severed arm was drowned out by the rising fire of his fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Ximen household, he, Ximen Qing, had always been the absolute master, whose word was law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No servant had ever dared defy his orders!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an glanced at the disheveled, dog-like Ximen Qing and sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Ximen, I’m merely following the wise principle of adapting to circumstances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Ximen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this title, Ximen Qing felt a surge of rage rushing straight to his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Ximen household, all servants were required to call him “Father” to show obedience!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You damned dog of a servant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing momentarily forgot Zhang Jie’s threat and the pain of his severed arm,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>staggered to his feet, and lunged to beat Dai’an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you still think you’re Master Ximen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you still think you’re our Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an kicked Ximen Qing—both arms severed—straight to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried unmistakable triumph:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re all human—why should Ximen Qing be the lord above,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Dai’an is nothing but a servant who grovels day and night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why must he call a man with no blood tie to him “Father”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even when this beast’s lust surged, be forced to offer his own rear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never found it pleasurable—he only found it revolting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap, clap, clap! What a fine spectacle of dogs biting dogs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, witnessing this absurd scene, clapped his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, what is your decision?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an dared not refute Zhang Jie’s insult calling them dogs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only knelt low, looked up at Zhang Jie, and gazed at him with desperate hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the furious Master Ximen came to his senses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>realizing his life still hung in the hands of this black-cloaked monster, and dared not move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My decision is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Jie spoke slowly, Ximen Qing and Dai’an’s hearts rose to their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My answer is—you both must die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s eyes glinted with malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, my lord, why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you kill us, you gain nothing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an asked, his heart as dead as ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie thought of the comrades and instructors who had died at the hands of Dai’an, Ximen Qing, and the bandits;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of their blood-soaked, mangled corpses—limbs missing, bodies broken;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of their families, weeping uncontrollably, heartbroken, nearly fainting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the bloody scenes still flashed before his eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the heart-rending cries still echoed in his ears!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overcome with emotion, Zhang Jie tore off his face covering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now do you understand why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—you’re that sickly Zhang Jie from the Zhang household?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing stared at Zhang Jie’s pale yet familiar face, his voice filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible, impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Zhang Jie was a sickly wretch who gasped for breath just walking!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an, equally incredulous, muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing he had no chance of survival, Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and prepared to shout Zhang Jie’s name aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he died, he would drag Zhang Jie down with him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, anticipating this move, fired a pebble the size of a ping-pong ball straight into Ximen Qing’s mouth the instant he opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forcefully shot a pebble the size of a ping-pong ball into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ximen Qing’s plan died instantly—his mouth crushed, he spat out several bloody teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retribution, retribution!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai’an, still young, his conscience not yet entirely extinguished, stared blankly, whispering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed shattered by the shock—already mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mad or not, you both die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie stepped forward swiftly, summoned his inner energy, and struck each man’s crown with a palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his energy surged, their brains instantly liquefied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and white, viscous fluid oozed from their mouths, ears, and nostrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie stared at their lifeless, wide-eyed corpses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and felt no nausea, no urge to vomit—the usual horror of killing for the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only profound relief, as if he had finally exhaled a foul breath held for twenty years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was there no nausea or urge to vomit, as the legends described when killing someone for the first time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but he felt an extraordinary sense of relief, as if a long-suppressed bitterness of ten or twenty years had finally been expelled!\u003C\u002Fp>",1918,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7803f0ac1e5a6b0ae1e1d4f03982314ebf01a5403df7da0c5c50cdc000c84204","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-10","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-8",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]