Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

After the dinner, Fan Tielan and the other two were feeling unbearably hot and restless, unable to absorb the energy in their bodies. After saying goodbye to Xia Zhen, they left Jinlan City and headed to Guangxiang City.

The remaining snake meat vanished in front of Dean Yun with a whoosh. Zheng Qian knew without a doubt that Dean Yun also possessed a treasure like a spatial ring.

On the five-meter-wide official road, Fan Tielan and the other two ran wildly behind the carriage, using running as the only way to release the excess energy that they could not absorb.

Zheng Qian and Dean Yun sat in a carriage that could hold ten people, staring at each other.

Dean Yun was very unhappy. He wanted to take Zheng Qian as his apprentice, but Zheng Qian rode in a carriage while the other three ran. Wasn't that putting them on equal footing with him?

In order to better manage Zheng Qian in the future, Dean Yun said, "You should also go down and run around."

Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment: "Teacher, I can absorb it completely. I don't need to run to dissipate the energy. I could have another tank of it without any problem."

"I'm telling you to run to exercise. How can you cultivate without a strong physique? Stop thinking about food all day and hurry up and go for a run."

"Teacher, running like this won't get you any exercise. I'd rather ride in the carriage with you."

Dean Yun gazed at the galloping warhorses, recalling Zheng Qian's footwork, his eyes deepening with a sense of vicissitude. He slowly said, "Zheng Qian, the 'Starry Sky Illusionary Steps' is not a human cultivation technique. I won't ask how you obtained it, but I must tell you that no matter how powerful a footwork technique is, it still needs a good foundation. You are strong, but in the battle against the Four Sons, your footwork couldn't unleash its full power. Do you know why?"

Zheng Qian sat upright, and as Dean Yun was instructing him, he immediately bowed and said, "This disciple does not know, please enlighten me, teacher!"

The Starry Sky Illusion Steps were passed down to him by Ya Lan, and now Dean Yun says it is not a human cultivation technique, confirming Zheng Qian's guess about Ya Lan's identity.

She is not human.

Zheng Qian felt a pang in his heart. What about Jiang Siting? Would she end up like Ya Lan?

Thinking about these things now is useless; Zheng Qian listened attentively to Dean Yun's teachings.

"Zheng Qian, true battles cannot be won with mere passion and brute force." Dean Yun's voice was deep and magnetic, each word like a morning bell and evening drum, shaking Zheng Qian's mind.

“Strength is indeed the foundation of a martial artist, but without a nimble body, swift speed, and a quick mind, one is nothing more than a brute with empty strength.” As Dean Yun spoke, he lightly waved his sleeve, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, forming tiny vortexes of airflow.

"Watch closely. The art of combat lies in capturing every subtle movement of your opponent and anticipating their next move. Agility makes you as elusive as a ghost, leaving your enemies unable to catch you; reaction speed is the key to turning the tide in life-or-death situations; and thinking is the commander of all of this, determining how you make the right choice in a rapidly changing battle."

Dean Yun's words flowed gently into Zheng Qian's heart like a stream, bringing him sudden enlightenment. He seemed to see another world of battle, a world where it was not just a clash of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and strategy.

"Remember, the greatest truths are the simplest. The most skillful fighting techniques are often contained in the most unadorned moves. You must learn to listen to the sound of the wind, feel the pulse of the earth, and let every punch and kick resonate with nature and be in harmony with heaven and earth."

Zheng Qian stared intently at Dean Yun, trying to remember every word he said, his heart surging with unprecedented excitement and longing.

This is the benefit of having a master; he is a guiding light on the path of cultivation and a protector in times of danger.

Long Batian, you wait, I, Zheng Qian, am coming.

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean Yun. I will keep it in mind, cultivate diligently, and live up to your expectations!" Zheng Qian bowed respectfully, his voice firm and powerful.

Dean Yun smiled slightly, his eyes full of approval: "Go, go for a run, preferably with weights on, and feel the pulse of the earth. The road ahead is long. May you grow stronger in battle and eventually become a true strongman who protects this continent."

"is teacher."

Zheng Qian was very excited. He jumped off the carriage, rushed to the foot of the mountain, lifted a 3,000-pound boulder, and ran wildly after the carriage.

A smug glint appeared in Dean Yun's weathered eyes. "You little brat, I can't fool you."

Li Mubai, covered in sweat, asked Zheng Qian in confusion, "Brother Zheng, did you offend the teacher and get kicked out to run?"

The carriage was pulled by three warhorses, each over two meters tall. It had been more than two hours since they set off from Jinlan City. The warhorses had been galloping for more than two hours, and the riders had also been running for more than two hours. They were not only covered in sweat, but had also released a lot of violent energy that they could not absorb.

"Do you even need to ask? You're just being nosy." Fan Tielan rolled her eyes. Zheng Qian ate more than her, and she was very resentful.

"I came out to feel the pulse of the earth." Zheng Qian said very seriously. The three of them had been training with their teacher, so they must have felt the pulse of the earth long ago.

No, I have to work harder, otherwise the gap between me and them will only widen.

Feel the pulse of the earth?

The three exchanged glances, none of them able to understand what Zheng Qian was saying.

Does the earth pulse?

Feng Wuhen said confidently, "Brother Zheng, among the younger generation in Guangxiang Kingdom, I am second to none in speed. If you can't run anymore, just say so, and I'll pull you along."

"Alright, thank you, Brother Wuhen!" Zheng Qian said, raising the three-thousand-pound boulder high and walking swiftly like the wind, each step echoing through the heavens and earth.

He ran very seriously, trying to feel the pulse of the earth.

The three men smiled. Knowing their teacher's personality, they figured he would run all the way to Guangxiang City. If Zheng Qian carried a 3,000-pound boulder like that, he would regret it before he even reached a hundred miles.

"Holy crap, this guy is running wildly with a boulder in his lap, that's hilarious."

"What a joke! They are geniuses from the Boundless Harmony Academy. The one carrying the sword is Li Mubai, the other one with the Wind Spirit Blade is Feng Wuhen, and the beautiful woman dressed in men's clothing carrying a big hammer is the tomboy Fan Tielan. All three of them are famous geniuses in the academy."

"And who is the person holding the stone?"

"I don't know, it's not famous, I don't recognize it."

"No wonder he carried the huge rock and ran. He must be far behind the genius and is working hard to catch up."

"I think so too, but hard work is nothing compared to talent. No matter how hard you try, it's insignificant compared to those geniuses."

On the way, everyone pointed and whispered about Zheng Qian, saying that there was a big gap between his cultivation level and that of Fan Tielan and the others, so he was working hard to cultivate.

Zheng Qian ignored what others said, but he kept in mind what Dean Yun said and felt the pulse of the earth.

After ten kilometers, Zheng Qian had gained nothing.

Fifty kilometers later, Zheng Qian's eyes lit up, and a series of insights flooded his mind.

With each heavy breath, he seemed to hear the sound of his blood surging within him, gradually harmonizing with some primal and grand rhythm of the world.

The boulder, though heavy, seemed to become a part of his body, guiding him to feel the pulse of this ancient land beneath his feet. He closed his eyes, letting the sweat stream down his face, yet his heart was unusually calm, as if at this moment, he had established some subtle connection with this land that had nurtured countless lives.

In the afternoon, Dean Yun brought out snake meat, and Zheng Qian busied himself starting a fire, enjoying a delicious meal of roasted snake meat.

"Teacher, when do we set off?"

Zheng Qian looked at Dean Yun impatiently. He still wanted to run away. He felt the pulse of the earth, which made him very excited.

"Although warhorses can travel a thousand miles a day, it's still a ten-day journey to Guangxiang City, and the carriage weighs five thousand catties, which is very heavy. We need to let the horses rest and continue the journey tomorrow."

Zheng Qian understood; Dean Yun wanted the horse to rest, which was easy enough.

Walking to the carriage, Dean Yun removed the various props from the warhorse and placed them inside. With a stern face, he said, "Although the warhorses have spirits, if they run away without restraint, you'll be pulling the carriage."

Zheng Qian chuckled: "Teacher, didn't you say to let the horses rest? Warhorses can travel a thousand miles a day without any problem. Without any load, running is rest for them. You get on the carriage, and I'll carry it and run, so the horses can rest."

Dean Yun's eyes lit up. It was only natural that the apprentice would carry the carriage and the master would ride in it.

Dean Yun flew onto the carriage and shouted, "Let's go!"

Zheng Qian tied the horse's reins around his waist and carried the 5,000-pound cart at breakneck speed, attracting the attention of passersby on the official road.

Feng Wuhen's competitive spirit was ignited. He was the fastest young man in Guangxiang Kingdom, how could he lose to Zheng Qian? He immediately shouldered a boulder weighing a thousand catties and rushed out with Zheng Qian.

Fan Tielan stared at Zheng Qian's retreating figure, her pretty face filled with anger: "I haven't even washed up yet, you madman, you're a madman."