Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

“Zheng Qian, get down here, or I’ll beat you to a pulp.”

Fan Tielan's voice echoed throughout the library, and Zheng Qian heard it as well. He gently turned to page thirty-five of "The Spirit Eye's Heavenly Compendium" and calmly looked at page thirty-six.

Gathering soul power along the thirty-six lines of the eyes, the method to open the Heavenly Eye...

The book explains how to cultivate, starting with Soul Gathering and progressing to the third minor realm, Soul Shadow Substance, within the Soul Dual Realm. That's right, the *Spirit Eye Heaven-Piercing Manual* can only be cultivated up to the second major realm; there are no further techniques.

Following the cultivation method in the book, Zheng Qian sat cross-legged and focused on sensing the soul power between heaven and earth.

"Zheng Qian, if you don't get down here, I'm going to beat you up."

"Zheng Qian, you coward, if you've got the guts, come down here and fight me for three hundred rounds."

"No loud noises allowed in the library."

"Old Fan, I'm in a bad mood today. If you keep talking, I'll beat you up too."

bang...

"Hey, old man Fan, how dare you throw me out of the library? I'll fight you to the death!"

bang...

"Hmph, if I can't beat you, I'll beat Zheng Qian."

"Zheng Qian, get down here, I'm going to punch you to pieces."

After being thrown out twice by Old Man Fan, Fan Tielan dared not enter the library to challenge them again, and could only stand outside the library shouting for Zheng Qian to come out and fight.

"Crazy woman." Zheng Qian smiled bitterly. Not only did he not provoke Fan Tielan, but he also saved her life, yet this crazy woman kept causing him trouble.

"You're too scared to come down, aren't you? I'll stay right here and wait until you do." After saying that, Fan Tielan ignored everyone's stares and sat down at the entrance of the library, refusing to leave.

"Tomboy, what a pity."

"Senior brother, what are you regretting?"

"It's a pity she has a tomboyish personality, otherwise, judging from her appearance, she would definitely be a great beauty in women's clothing."

"Senior brother has a good eye; I think so too."

"You think that's bullshit. I was in the same year as her. When we first entered school, she was dressed in women's clothes and she was very beautiful."

Zheng Qian completely ignored Fan Tielan, his brows furrowed, a thousand horses galloping through his mind.

He could not sense a trace of soul power in the world.

Am I lacking in comprehension and opportunity? Unable to become a esteemed Soul Master?

Zheng Qian picked up the *Nine Revolutions of the Soul Abyss Technique* and attempted to cultivate it according to the descriptions in the book. Half a day passed, and Zheng Qian had made no progress. (*The Record of Soul Devouring in the Netherworld*)

No results. The Elemental Soul Codex also yielded no results.

All four books detailed the methods of Soul Master cultivation. Zheng Qian practiced diligently, but he couldn't feel a trace of Soul Power, so he had to give up.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, one is greeted by a rectangular, blood-red table measuring ten meters long and five meters wide, surrounded by blood-red chairs, the material of which is clearly very precious.

What caught Zheng Qian's eye the most was a beautiful sight.

Her long, ink-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands gently falling beside her fair, jade-like cheeks, adding to her gentle and tender appearance.

Her eyes, like the deep night sky, shimmer with the light of wisdom and compassion. Whenever she gazes into the distance or lowers her head in deep thought, those eyes always capture the most delicate emotions and the deepest reflections.

With a straight nose, pale lips, and a faint smile that always graces his lips, he possesses a warmth that is powerful enough to dispel the gloom in students' hearts and illuminate their path forward.

At this moment, she is immersed in a sea of ​​books, holding a slightly worn book tightly in her hand, her fingertips gently tracing each line of text, as if she is conversing with time and communicating with the sages of the past.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves outside the window, casting dappled shadows on her and adding a touch of tranquility and sanctity to the scene of her engrossed in reading.

Sometimes she would furrow her brows slightly, as if struggling with a problem in the book; other times she would smile, as if she had grasped a profound truth. Her composure and resilience were fully displayed in her every move.

The air around them seemed to become exceptionally fresh because of her presence. Zheng Qian unconsciously slowed his pace, afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility and beauty.

This is a beautiful female teacher whose elegance radiates from within, inspiring respect and admiration in all who behold her.

The female teacher seemed to sense that Zheng Qian was looking at her. She raised her head and met his gaze. Then, she showed a confident and sunny smile, stood up, walked to Zheng Qian, and extended her small hand.

"You must be the new teacher. I'm Mo Li."

Zheng Qian reached out and grabbed—no, grasped—Mo Li's small hands to show his respect for his teacher.

"Hello teacher, I am Zheng Qian from the Excellent Class. It's nice to meet you."

"A student from Yuko's class?" Mo Li frowned slightly and continued, "There are fifty students in Yuko's class. I remember every single one of them. How come I don't know you're one of them?"

Oh, it's my teacher.

Zheng Qian immediately said, "Teacher, I was just admitted to the hospital yesterday. I hope you will take good care of me and tutor me in my studies."

"Transfer student?"

"Yes, teacher."

Mo Li was somewhat bewildered. When did the academy start accepting transfer students, especially into Youzi's class? These officials were becoming increasingly unscrupulous, extending their reach into the academy for their children's career advancement.

This matter must be reported to the dean so that he can deal with these people.

Mo Li was leading her students on a training mission and only returned to the academy this morning to report for duty. Therefore, she was completely unaware that Dean Yun had brought Zheng Qian into the academy. If she hadn't come to check the information today, she wouldn't have met Zheng Qian at all.

It should be noted that in the past ten years, the dean has never made an exception to help any official. When the crown prince and the second prince wanted to become the dean's disciples, they knelt for three days and three nights but the dean still refused.

The dean is so principled, and all the teachers have become very principled as well, refusing to give any students preferential treatment. This is why the academy is able to produce the most outstanding students.

Mo Li reached out to smooth her long hair, only to realize that her small hands were still in Zheng Qian's two large hands.

He pulled hard, but still couldn't pull it out. Mo Li was speechless: "Student Zheng Qian, your hands can be used to turn pages and write, to wield weapons, and even to defend the country, but they shouldn't be used to pull your teacher's hand."

Zheng Qian released Mo Li's small hand and chuckled, "Teacher is right, student has learned a lot!"

Mo Li smiled, not angry at all, and sat back down to continue reading. She wasn't curious or bothered by Zheng Qian breaking the rules to go up to the fourth floor to read; it was none of her business.

Zheng Qian also stopped paying attention to Mo Li and devoted himself to reading.

The fourth floor has far fewer books than the third floor, a scattered collection of a thousand or so, but each and every one of them is a masterpiece. They contain either profound martial arts techniques or cutting-edge knowledge from various industries.

Zheng Qian continued reading the books on Soul Masters, diligently practicing according to the instructions, but still made no progress. Tired of the Soul Master books, Zheng Qian then looked at cultivation techniques for other cultivators, trying to understand the differences between them and learn more attack methods and defensive skills.

As night fell, Zheng Qian had no idea when Teacher Mo Li left. Old Fan came up and told him to leave, but Zheng Qian produced the dean's written statement, and Old Fan left on his own.

And so, Zheng Qian sat alone on the fourth floor reading. When he was hungry or thirsty, he would take out water and food from his spatial ring to satisfy his hunger, until the afternoon of the third day when Teacher Mo Li arrived.

"Zheng Qian, you haven't been to class for two days and have fallen behind on a lot of knowledge. I'm going to teach 'Military Strategy' tomorrow morning, so I hope you won't skip class."