Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Not long after Zheng Qian arrived at the courtyard, an auntie brought him bedding and various daily necessities, and her attitude was very good.

"Zheng Qian, if you need anything, just ask. As long as it's within your sister's power, I will do my best to help you."

Such a good thing happened! Zheng Qian finally felt a little bit of goodwill towards the academy.

"I want to go to the library, could you please... sister, could you tell me where it is?"

"A library?" the older woman asked, puzzled. She'd never heard of it.

"It's a place where the academy stores books, providing a space for students to study and consult materials."

"Oh, you mean the library? What library? All you do is tease your sister, how annoying."

The library is a five-story wooden building where books are neatly arranged and placed by category, allowing students to quickly find the books they want.

When we arrived at the library, the old lady left. As she said, the books here knew her, but she didn't know the books, which was boring.

Dean Yun mentioned that they were in the Southern Region and also mentioned the Corpse Region, so Zheng Qian mainly looked for books on geography.

Zheng Qian picked up "Fifty Southern Countries" and flipped through it. The entire table of contents and content were about the culture of fifty countries.

After staying for an hour, Zheng Qian flipped through five books but found no information about the Southern Region or the Corpse Region, so he left the geography section.

Zheng Qian arrived at the section on strange and unusual events on the mainland. Three thousand books were neatly arranged, making it difficult to choose.

Zheng Qian looked at the book title and found "Tales of the Southern Regions" to be very interesting, so he picked it up and started reading.

On the vast land of the Southern Region, shrouded in mist and majestic mountains, lie hidden secrets and wonders. This is a borderland where humans and demons coexist, a strange world interwoven with ancient legends and modern conflicts.

The book's opening chapters immediately captivated Zheng Qian.

Wan Yao Mountain is the largest sacred land of the demon race near the Southern Region, and it is home to countless demon beasts. The size of Wan Yao Mountain remains a mystery to this day.

Ancient demon gods slumber in the mountains, there are wise demons who can control the wind and rain, and there are also demon descendants hidden in the human world. They coexist with humans, yet each retains their own mysterious powers and secrets.

The protagonist of the book is a man named Li Xunyou, who travels alone with his sword to every corner of the Southern Region and ventures deep into the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

His life was rich and colorful, and Zheng Qian was deeply engrossed in it, sitting in his seat watching attentively.

"The library is closing soon, please leave." It wasn't until the old man who managed the library came to urge him that Zheng Qian realized it was already dark outside.

"Teacher, can I borrow this book to read at home?"

"I won't lend it out, get out." The old man was very irritable, and his tone was not good at all.

Zheng Qian wasn't angry. He had seen the old man treat every student this way today, and it wasn't targeting him specifically. He was just disappointed that the books couldn't be lent out, so he had no choice but to put them back where they belonged.

The book's content left him with much to ponder, prompting him to deeply reflect on its essence.

The book "Tales of the Southern Regions" is not only a record of strange phenomena on this land, but also a profound exploration of the history and culture between humans and demons.

As Li Xunyou delved deeper into his explorations, Zheng Qian gradually discovered that both humans and demons shared a desire for peaceful coexistence and a sense of awe for the unknown world.

During his conversation with the elderly administrator, Zheng Qian learned that students could only access the books on the first and second floors, while only teachers could access the third and fourth floors. The fifth floor was even more mysterious, as only the dean could go up there.

At four o'clock the next morning, Zheng Qian got up, washed up, and then practiced the "Starry Sky Illusion Step" in the small courtyard.

The starlight twinkled beneath Zheng Qian's feet. As he quickened his pace, his figure filled the entire thirty-square-meter courtyard, and the starlight spilled into every corner of the yard.

Zheng Qian's ring contained a heavy sword and daily necessities, but he only had a small package with a set of clothes inside when he arrived. In order to hide the existence of the ring, Zheng Qian could only practice the "Starry Sky Illusion Step".

In the pitch-black night sky, a figure was hidden, quietly watching Zheng Qian sweat profusely.

"No pain, no gain, that's true," Dean Yun murmured, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Zheng Qian.

He was meditating when he suddenly sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy in the academy, and out of curiosity, he came out to take a look.

He had been in Guangxiang Kingdom for ten years, and had also stayed at the academy for ten years. Zheng Qian was the only one who got up at four in the morning to cultivate.

During the ten days from Jinlan City to the academy, Zheng Qian also got up at four o'clock every day to cultivate. Dean Yun thought that Zheng Qian would relax after arriving at the academy, but it seems that he was overthinking it.

Prodigies are not only highly talented, but they also put in even more effort.

At six o'clock, students began to get up, and figures gradually appeared on the academy's spacious square. The academy then radiated a vibrant energy, and a fulfilling day for the outstanding students began.

At eight o'clock, Zheng Qian finished his breakfast in the cafeteria and came to the courtyard where Dean Yun lived.

"Teacher, your student Zheng Qian requests an audience."

"Enter."

Zheng Qian pushed open the door and entered Dean Yun's residence.

A desk has a pen and paper on it, and behind it is a wooden armchair. A tea table has a tea set on it, and six chairs are around it.

This is the living room in the courtyard; it's simple and practical.

Zheng Qian placed two meat buns, three eggs, and a cup of soy milk on the desk and said, "Teacher, I thought you hadn't had breakfast yet, so I brought you some food."

Dean Yun sat in the armchair and unceremoniously picked up a steamed bun and took a bite.

"Great, the steamed buns taste better today than usual."

Zheng Qian stood there, and Dean Yun, without any ceremony, finished all the food and slowly said, "If you don't speak up after eating, you'll miss your chance. I have some business to attend to at the academy."

"The teacher has such keen insight; the teacher can see through the students' thoughts clearly."

Dean Yun glanced at Zheng Qian. This kid knew how to handle things, but he was indeed in a very good mood.

Over the years, I've eaten everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, and swims in the water, but this is the first time someone has delivered breakfast from the canteen to my yard.

"Teacher, I know that my knowledge is still shallow. I hope to have the right to view the books on the upper floors of the library to supplement my knowledge."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, he looked at Dean Yun pitifully.

Knowledge changes destiny, and the most direct way to acquire knowledge is by reading books.

Dean Yun picked up an ordinary sheet of Xuan paper, lightly touched it with the tip of his brush, and the ink flowed like a dragon. In the midst of flowing clouds and water, eight powerful characters leaped onto the paper.

They have special privileges and must not be obstructed.

These eight characters are not only sharp in their strokes, but also seem to contain some indescribable charm. At this moment, space seems to be distorted, faintly revealing the fluctuations of laws.

At first glance, it seems simple and straightforward, but like the first ray of light at the beginning of the universe, it penetrates the constraints of time and space and strikes the deepest part of people's hearts.

They are not merely a collection of words, but rather Dean Yun's profound understanding and unique interpretation of the laws governing the operation of all things in the world.

Every stroke of his pen embodies his unique insights into freedom, power, and responsibility, as if one can hear the whispers of the universe and feel the resonance of all things in heaven and earth.

As Zheng Qian carefully examined the strokes, he seemed to see a series of unique spaces that, when combined, formed a complete closed-loop space.

The words Dean Yun gave him actually contained the laws of space.

“Using special privileges, no obstruction allowed…” Zheng Qian murmured to himself, each word striking his heart like a heavy hammer, stirring up ripples.

After a long while, Zheng Qian awoke from his shock. Dean Yun had already left, and the living room was empty.

Zheng Qian bowed to the sky and said, "Thank you, Master, for transmitting the Dharma."