Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"I have long resided beyond the clouds, and today, for once, I've found myself craving the incomparably delicious snake soup. Would you be willing to become a delicacy on my table?"

The old man in blue robes had a loud and authoritative voice, and his weathered eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

The Xuanlin King was immobilized by the palm strike. The old man's palm seemed to be a world unto itself, making it impossible for him to move his eyes, let alone beg for mercy. His eyes were filled with fear of the unknown power.

The old man in green robes gave him the feeling of facing the ultimate taboo in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, where life and death were in the other's hands.

"The first step in making snake soup is to choose the method of killing the snake so as not to damage its tender meat and preserve its freshness."

Dean Yun seemed to be introducing a delicacy, then gently patted the head of the Xuanlin King's snake.

A soft thud sounded, like a hand gently touching a wall. The Xuanlin King's six wings fell powerlessly, and it died instantly.

Zheng Qian looked up at the old man in blue. Where did this old man come from? It's one thing to be pretentious, but he's also a glutton. Interesting.

After doing all this, Dean Yun felt quite pleased with himself: Kid, am I handsome?

After killing the Xuanlin King, Dean Yun unleashed boundless pressure, causing countless demonic beasts to tremble in fear.

"roll."

Dean Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to explode in the ears of the demonic beasts like thunder. Having been given permission to leave, they turned and ran for their lives.

"Teacher, you're so handsome!" Fan Tielan exclaimed, her face full of admiration. She was a tomboy, but also a beauty.

Tomboyish women don't dislike men; they just prefer strong men.

“If you don’t work hard in your cultivation, you’ll get beaten. Go back and strengthen your cultivation.”

"Yes, teacher." Li Mubai and Feng Wuhen also looked on with admiration. It was the first time they had seen Dean Yun take action, and they hadn't expected Dean Yun to be so powerful.

They were students, not disciples, and had not received instruction from Dean Yun, nor had they learned his techniques.

This trip was just a spur-of-the-moment decision by Dean Yun; he simply took them out for a stroll.

Dean Yun looked at Zheng Qian, who felt as if he had been completely exposed and seen through.

"Zheng Qian." Dean Yun's voice was not loud, but it was as clear as a morning bell or evening drum.

"Your combat strength is indeed remarkable, like a dragon lurking in the abyss. Once awakened, it will surely cause great upheaval. However, the strength of your combat strength lies not only in the accumulation of power, but also in your profound understanding and flexible application of combat."

He paused slightly, his gaze now filled with sternness and encouragement: "It's a pity that although you possess ten points of combat power, you can only utilize six. This is not a questioning of your talent, but a regret regarding your combat wisdom and strategy. A true strongman is not defined by the weight of his punches, but by when he throws them, how he throws them, and how he ensures that every bit of power strikes the enemy's weak point with precision."

Dean Yun's words, like spring rain, were gentle and subtle, yet contained the power to change people's hearts.

He continued, “Battle is a symphony of wisdom and courage, a perfect fusion of strategy and strength. You need to learn to observe, to judge, and even more importantly, to find that glimmer of hope in the ever-changing battlefield, and to unleash all your combat power, even power beyond your own limits, without reservation.”

Zheng Qian felt as if he had been struck by lightning; flashes of battle inspiration kept appearing in his mind. Dean Yun's words had greatly benefited him. If he could achieve the perfect fusion of strategy and power that Dean Yun had mentioned, his Zhenyue Heavy Sword would not be corroded by the Black Scales' deadly poison.

In the battle just now, if he had gone all out from the beginning instead of taking a steady approach and killing Black Scale first, his heavy sword Zhenyue would not have been corroded into scrap metal, and the battle would have been much easier.

Zheng Qian bowed to Dean Yun: "I will never forget your kindness in saving my life and guiding me!"

Nodding, Dean Yun waved his handsome hand, and the poison on Fan Tielan and the other two flew out. Then, with his hands behind his back, he flew back to Jinlan City, leaving behind a dashing figure.

As soon as Dean Yun left, Li Mubai introduced himself to Zheng Qian: "My name is Li Mubai, this is Feng Wuhen, and this is Fan Tielan. Dean Yun, who also killed the Xuanlin King, is our teacher."

Zheng Qian bowed with his hands clasped in a fist salute and introduced himself in a very formal manner: "Zheng Qian."

"Hmph." Fan Tielan snorted coldly, looking at Zheng Qian with great resentment, and said, "You stinky man, why did you throw me out just now?"

"Crazy woman." Zheng Qian was too lazy to pay attention to Fan Tielan. It was best to avoid people like her; she was too troublesome.

Xia Zhen was very capable. He ordered his soldiers to leave the city to clean up the battlefield, and then ordered the city's best chef to prepare snake soup, hosting a victory banquet for the dean. At the dean's suggestion, Zheng Qian was also invited by Xia Zhen to attend the dinner.

Before the food was served, there were more than a dozen jars of fine wine piled up next to them.

"On behalf of the people of Jinlan City and the 50,000 soldiers, I thank Dean Yun, the three geniuses, and young friend Zheng Qian for their help!" Xia Zhen finished speaking and downed the large bowl of wine in one gulp.

No sooner had Xia Zhen put down his wine bowl than Fan Tielan was the second to stand up and offer a toast.

"Teacher, thank you for taking me on this trip and for giving me the opportunity to participate in this battle." After saying that, Fan Tielan downed her drink in one gulp, then poured herself another and looked at Xia Zhen.

"Uncle Xia, thank you for your hospitality!"

Fan Tielan was the second to toast Xia Zhen, who quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Tielan, you're too kind. I will definitely report your glorious deeds of slaying the demon beast to His Majesty and recommend you for credit."

"Thank you, Uncle Xia!" Fan Tielan immediately broke into a bright smile and downed his drink in one gulp.

Li Mubai and Feng Wuhen also took turns toasting, and they were very generous, downing their drinks in one gulp.

They were all experts in the Dragon Shaping Realm. This kind of folk wine was so good that they could drink seven or eight jars without getting drunk, let alone a bowl in one gulp.

Realm, or power.

They won't get drunk without technology and grueling work.

Unlike Fan Tielan, Li Mubai and Feng Wuhen not only respected Dean Yun, but also Zheng Qian.

Li Mubai raised his wine bowl: "Brother Zheng, it's fate that we met. Let's drink to that first."

Feng Wuhen: "Brother Zheng's combat prowess is unparalleled, truly admirable. Cheers!"

There were six people at the dinner table. Dean Yun had the highest seniority and status, so he naturally didn't need to offer a toast. The other four had already finished drinking in turn. Zheng Qian stood up and offered the first bowl to Dean Yun.

"Dean Yun, I am Zheng Qian. Although I am not your student, I am deeply grateful for your kindness today. When monsters were rampaging and the city was in danger, it was you who used your supreme powers to turn the tide, saving not only Jinlan City but also my insignificant life."

Zheng Qian's words were full of sincerity and respect. He bowed deeply to Dean Yun: "I, Zheng Qian, will remember your kindness for the rest of my life. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will do my best to repay you, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Dean Yun nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He chuckled softly, "Zheng Qian, although we are not master and disciple in name, we are united in our fight against external enemies. The path of cultivation values ​​having a kind heart and being courageous in taking responsibility. What happened today was nothing more than a small favor; you don't need to worry about it too much. I hope that you will uphold justice and protect the peace of humanity in the future; that would be the best reward for me."

Dean Yun wants to take Zheng Qian as his apprentice, but he won't say it directly. Instead, he wants Zheng Qian to take the initiative to ask him to become his apprentice.

A master should have the demeanor of a master.

After a few rounds of drinks, Xia Zhen asked Zheng Qian, "Young friend, judging from your accent, you're not from this country. Did you come to Guangxiang Kingdom to find relatives or for travel?"

Zheng Qian looked Xia Zhen straight in the eye: "I'm here to attend the gathering of heroes."