Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"This sacred land for the chosen ones is not a place for beggars like you. Get out of here."

A group of students dressed in gorgeous academic robes walked out of the academy. The young man leading them was arrogant, with a condescending and mocking sneer on his lips.

It was the end of get out of class time, and students kept coming out of the college, instantly attracting a large number of students to watch the excitement.

Zheng Qian raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Little punk, he doesn't even know who he's messing with. Doesn't he know the dean is in the carriage?"

Brushing the dust off his clothes, Zheng Qian said with a smile, "Classmates, you're not very perceptive. These are heroes returning from the battlefield, not beggars."

"Hahaha, with your kind of behavior? Heroes? Don't be ridiculous!" The arrogant student laughed so hard he almost fell over, and the students around him joined in the jeering.

"Heroes? The demons of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain attacked the city, and you went to defend it?"

"The Xuanlin King, the butcher of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, was boiled into snake soup by you and now he can fly and become a hero?"

"So, you think you're heroes just because you escaped from between the teeth of the Black Scale King?"

"Haha, these four idiots are dressed like beggars and they call themselves heroes. It's hilarious."

Fan Tielan and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly lowered their heads, afraid that these people would recognize them. The three of them were celebrities in the academy, and if they were recognized and the news spread, they could not bear such a stain.

Zheng Qian calmly pulled out a bronze mirror from under the carriage, looked at himself, and then said with feigned surprise, "Oh my, I just realized that our look is indeed quite artistic. If it were a competition of handsomeness, we would definitely win the top prize!"

Upon hearing this, even the students who were not usually arrogant couldn't help but laugh.

"Guangxiang Kingdom is as tolerant as the ocean, but it cannot tolerate beggars running wild at the gate of the academy."

"Running wild? I think they're just bumpkins from a small town, trying to make a sense of existence through this gathering of heroes."

“Strip them naked and parade them through the streets. They have no shame anyway.”

"Yes, strip them naked."

As these people grew more and more agitated, they were about to attack. Zheng Qian stepped forward and said, "Stop this nonsense. We are all the chosen ones of the Boundless Harmony Academy. How dare you call us beggars? Are you trying to form cliques and exclude dissidents within the academy?"

Hearing Zheng Qian say this, the mockery intensified: "Look at you, all dirt and dark, did you go to the mountains to mine coal?"

"Haha, the academy's chosen ones? I think they're more like a joke!"

“Strip them naked and give those country bumpkins from out of town a warning.”

"Yes, strip them naked."

After their commotion, the entrance to the academy was filled with people, all looking at the four with mockery, standing far apart, their disdain undisguised.

"Enough!" Fan Tielan roared. She was furious because she not only knew the person who had mocked her, but also hated him.

Five years ago, they were both freshmen in the same class when they first entered the academy. When Fan Tielan first entered the academy, she still had a small ponytail. Li Qinghai fell in love with her at first sight and sent her snacks or various jewelry and gifts every day, which annoyed Fan Tielan to no end.

A month later, Fan Tielan could no longer tolerate Li Qinghai's attentiveness. With her fiery temper, she beat Li Qinghai in public.

From then on, Li Qinghai's love turned to hate, and he and Fan Tielan became irreconcilable enemies. To avoid being disturbed in her studies and cultivation, Fan Tielan began to wear only men's clothing, becoming the tomboy everyone in the academy knew.

Li Qinghai's feelings for Fan Tielan were like a plastic flower in the bloom of youth—the fire ignited and then extinguished, leaving only a burnt, stinking mess.

Fan Tielan knew that Li Qinghai had recognized her long ago, and that he was only pretending not to know her to humiliate her. She couldn't stand it. Even if others laughed at her in the future, she would get her revenge today.

Fan Tielan gripped the Thunder Hammer tightly, pointed at the arrogant man, and said, "Li Qinghai, you dare to provoke me, Fan Tielan? Do you want to die?"

Li Qinghai was startled. The beggar's voice was exactly the same as the tomboy's voice, and he was carrying a big hammer, which really frightened him.

Upon closer inspection, this person was indeed about the same height as Fan Tielan, but his skin was dark and dull, unlike the tomboy's smooth and delicate complexion. Looking at his face, the tomboy was round and fierce, but her features were well-proportioned and very beautiful; this person was much thinner than the tomboy.

The tomboy's weapon was a thunder hammer, its shaft inlaid with lightning stones, exuding both nobility and domineering power. This man's hammer, however, was covered in mud and filthy, clearly a knock-off dug out of some dirt pit.

Just as Li Qinghai was still making comparisons, Fan Tielan's body smelled of sweat mixed with dust and many other unidentified odors, which wafted towards Li Qinghai.

"It stinks!" Li Qinghai covered his nose and shouted, "You stinking beggar! You're even impersonating a tomboy, that kind of androgynous person. You have no taste at all."

It's fake. At first glance, all three of them are imposters. Upon closer inspection, they're even more fake.

Li Mubai, the Gentleman Sword, ranks second on the Academy's combat power list, Feng Wuhen, the Son of Wind, ranks third, and Fan Tielan, the Tomboy, ranks seventh. He certainly has many fans, so it's understandable that some people might impersonate him.

Thinking of this, Li Qinghai looked at Li Mubai and Feng Wuhen: "Holding a sword makes you the Gentleman Sword Li Mubai? Holding the Wind Spirit Blade makes you the Son of Wind Feng Wuhen? Then if I call myself 'This Seat' today, wouldn't I be the Dean?"

Many people in the room recognized them, including not only their classmates but also some bitter rivals.

Li Mubai awkwardly touched his nose: "That's right, I am Li Mubai."

Feng Wuhen shared the same thought as Li Mubai; neither of them wanted to be recognized. However, since Li Qinghai had mentioned his name, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit it.

"I am Feng Wuhen."

The room fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Fan Tielan, Li Mubai, and Feng Wuhen are ranked seventh, second, and third respectively in the academy's combat power ranking. If you want to become like them, then impersonate them."

"Haha, that's hilarious! Li Mubai is sunny and handsome, and Feng Wuhen is dashing and debonair. These two skinny monkeys actually want to impersonate them."

"You know what, Fan Tielan's voice really does sound like a tomboy."

"A large forest has all kinds of monkeys, but there are no real monkeys."

Zheng Qian looked at the three of them. He hadn't expected that they were actually famous figures in the academy, ranking second and third and seventh on the academy's combat power ranking. No wonder they were so afraid of being recognized.

At this moment, a woman dressed in flamboyant clothes stepped forward, pointed at Li Mubai and cursed: "You stinking beggar, my brother Mubai is sunny and handsome, and full of justice. How could you, a stinking piece of trash, impersonate him? You make me want to vomit. Get lost."

"That's right, that's right. The dashing Feng Wuhen, I've had a crush on him for five years. I can see him even if he's five kilometers away. You, you stinking beggar, are impersonating him. You're making Brother Wuhen look bad."

Zheng Qian never expected that such shallow, ignorant, and superficial students would be hidden within this academy!

Just because the three were wearing clothes that hadn't been washed for several days, they were subjected to merciless ridicule and contempt. They even went so far as to question the three's true identities and assert that they were imposters. This is an extreme trampling on their personality and dignity!

In Zheng Qian's eyes, true knowledge and cultivation cannot be measured by superficial appearances.

Though the clothes are old, they cannot conceal the brilliance within; and one's true identity cannot be determined by clothing.

These students have clearly forgotten the ancient saying, "You can't judge a book by its cover." Their behavior is tantamount to degrading themselves and trampling the academy's lofty ideals and integrity underfoot.

"Superficial!" Zheng Qian shouted. As an ambitious young man, he felt it was his duty to step forward and give these lost students a profound lesson.

The students, who had been making a ruckus, were silenced by Zheng Qian's shout and watched him quietly.

"You students should know that 'a person with knowledge and learning naturally exudes elegance.' Outer clothing is merely something to cover the body; how can it be used as a standard to judge others?"

His tone grew more serious, each word ringing with conviction: "Remember, true strength lies not in birth, not in talent, and certainly not in outward appearance, but in an indomitable spirit and in the tolerance and kindness towards others. How can you cultivate yourself if you only look at the surface and not the inner essence?"