Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Baijun Pavilion in Baigongfang, Xisi Street, is one of the bases for Wuyan Kingdom to develop weapons.

Zheng Qian was carrying a bamboo basket covered with a cloth. As soon as he entered Baijun Pavilion, he attracted everyone's attention. After seeing him, everyone lowered their heads and went about their business, completely ignoring him.

Zheng Qian stopped a soldier who was walking by and asked, "Brother, is your sect leader here?"

"Yes, but he won't see you. You can go now." After saying that, the soldier went back to his work, leaving Zheng Qian completely bewildered.

The head of the Hundred Army Pavilion is named Feng Ziguo. He is the eighth son of the Feng family, one of the four great families of Yan City. Thirteen years ago, he was the commander of the Xuanhu Army and was a powerful figure in the region.

One night, Feng Ziguo's fiancée was assaulted by the drunken Li Po. Enraged, Feng Ziguo led the Xuanhu Army to destroy the Li family, but was interfered with by forces in the palace. In the end, his fiancée committed suicide, and he was forced to shirk his command position.

Li Po was the eldest son of the Li family at the time, while Feng Ziguo was only the eighth son born to a concubine. The Li family gave the Feng family great benefits, but Feng Ziguo became a sinner and was demoted to a fourth-rank general, in charge of weapons development in Wuyan Kingdom. From then on, he never left Xisi Street.

Li Po has a penchant for married women, and countless families have been ruined and destroyed because of him. Yet, as the head of the Li family, he remains at large, and to this day, no one has been able to bring him down or teach him a lesson.

Yun Duo'er's best friend, Qin Xiu, was assaulted by Li Po on her wedding night. When Qin Xiu's husband tried to stop her, he was killed by Li Po with a single blow, and Qin Xiu became a widow.

Zheng Qian had heard too many similar stories recently, which is why he chose to target Li Po, this villain.

Zheng Qian continued walking inside, but was stopped by the guards watching the inner hall.

"President Zheng, our leader said he will not see anyone. Please leave."

Handing the bamboo basket to the guard, Zheng Qian said with a smile, "Take this in and tell General Feng that this is a gift from me. Tell him to learn from it and, by the way, that I've come to avenge him."

The guard looked at Zheng Qian strangely. "Giving gifts is fine, but telling the Pavilion Master to learn from you is just asking who you are!" he said. He immediately reprimanded him.

"No one in the Hundred Army Pavilion accepts gifts. Chairman Zheng, if you cause any more trouble, don't blame us for being impolite and arresting you."

Zheng Qian was displeased. He yanked open the cloth covering the bamboo basket, took out an object, and shouted.

"You idiot, the president of the association is giving you gifts? Are you kidding me? This is a Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, brought here for you to learn from. Take a good look, instead of staying at home all day working on your own ideas and not being able to say a word. Look carefully, this can fire in rapid succession."

Whoosh...

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, he fired ten arrows at the pillar with his crossbow.

Click, he took off the crossbow magazine, then took out another one and attached it, and ten more arrows shot out in a whoosh.

Dozens of people in the lobby immediately surrounded him. Zheng Qian casually handed the repeating crossbow to an old man, who was instantly surrounded by his colleagues. It was the first time they had ever seen a repeating crossbow, and they were full of amazement.

"Is this the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow used by the Changwu Army in Lüchang County when they fought the Red Turban Army? It's so ingeniously designed and so powerful."

"That's really impressive. He can shoot ten arrows in a row, and after changing the quiver, he can continue shooting. That's amazing."

"Why didn't I think of inventing this kind of repeating crossbow?"

Zheng Qian was forgotten. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing behind the open window on the second floor. He started walking towards the stairs, but the guard blocked his way and was pushed aside by Zheng Qian.

"You're so clueless! Didn't you see that Feng Ziguo invited me to a second-rate company?"

The guard then looked up and saw that the Pavilion Master, Feng Ziguo, was standing behind the window. He consciously made way for him.

Zheng Qian was the neighborhood chief of Xisi Street. Although they had no interaction, they all knew each other and were not worried that Zheng Qian would cause trouble.

Upon entering Feng Ziguo's office, Zheng Qian's first impression was of a deathly atmosphere.

The strong Feng Ziguo had lifeless eyes, as if he had facial paralysis, and completely ignored Zheng Qian who walked in.

Zheng Qian poured himself a cup of tea, sat down in the main seat, and said bluntly, "I want to kill Li Po. Are you interested in participating?"

After a long silence, Feng Ziguo finally spoke without any emotion, "You can't kill him."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Zheng Qian finished his tea, poured himself another cup, and continued.

"Five years ago, he assaulted my sister on her wedding night and even killed my brother-in-law with a single blow. So I'm determined to kill Li Po. But I'm really troubled by the fact that the commander of the Xuanhu Army was killed and no one is taking care of him. So I came to ask you, do you want to take care of the Xuanhu Army?"

Before coming, Zheng Qian had done a lot of research. Feng Ziguo was taciturn and did not like to talk, so he stated his purpose as soon as he arrived, which would maximize his success rate.

The events of thirteen years ago resurfaced in Feng Ziguo's mind, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart that made it hard to breathe. He looked at Zheng Qian.

His eyes were empty, hiding a coldness and hatred deep within.

Feng Ziguo knew all about Zheng Qian's feats: killing an entire battalion of the Red Turban Army, wiping out over a thousand members of the Xinyi Gang at Qingtai Slope, and even storming the Underworld with his girlfriend. Therefore, as long as Zheng Qian truly wanted to kill Li Po, Feng Ziguo would support him without hesitation, even if there was only a sliver of hope.

Moreover, he also had control over the Xuanhu Army. After thirteen years of silence, he had long wanted to make a comeback, and Zheng Qian was the first person to contact him in those thirteen years.

Sitting down opposite Zheng Qian, Feng Ziguo calmly asked, "How do we kill him?"

Zheng Qian smiled confidently, “The Xuanhu Army is going to launch a northern expedition against the Fenghuo Army. I will serve as the deputy commander, and you can infiltrate the Xuanhu Army, leverage your old connections, and get your former subordinates to support you. After we kill Li Po, you can raise your arms and directly take control of the Xuanhu Army. Then we can fight our way back to Yan City, establish new laws, and restore peace to Wuyan Kingdom.”

“Okay.” Feng Ziguo agreed without hesitation and continued in a very calm voice.

"I want to kill Li Po with my own hands. After it's done, I'll do whatever you say."

Zheng Qian raised his teacup. "It's a deal."

After Zheng Qian left, a fat middle-aged man came out from a side room in the attic. He rubbed his face and said with a grin.

“Brother, you can’t go wrong by listening to Zheng Qian. His Highness has promised that once this is done, the position of head of the Li family will be yours, as will the position of commander of the Xuanhu Army.”

"Zhang Xinghai, you don't need to make any promises to me. I only want to kill Li Po. Nothing else matters."

This man was Zhang Xinghai. He first came to pave the way and persuade Feng Ziguo, and then Zheng Qian formally invited him to complete the first step of their plan to seize control of the Xuanhu Army.

With this plan successfully completed, the next step is to implement the second plan.

He hid from military power and killed Li Po.

Back in his room on West Fourth Street, Zheng Qian fiddled with the ring in his hand. He had a small wound on his hand, which he had left when he tried to drip blood onto the ring. However, the result was disappointing; the blood completely covered the ring, but it didn't react at all.

A tomboy walked into the room and spoke mysteriously to Zheng Qian.

"President, Noble Lady Yun requests your presence."