Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Aren't your eyes dry after looking at it for so long?"

Zheng Qian was startled by the sound and turned around. Dean Yun was sitting behind the tea table, his weathered eyes fixed on him.

"Teacher." Zheng Qian bowed, his gratitude towards Dean Yun beyond words.

These magical steps were given to him by Dean Yun with his tacit permission, and were also an opportunity for him.

Dean Yun's eyes were sharp. Although Zheng Qian was in high spirits, he was physically exhausted and had a hidden ailment. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as he took out an ancient and exquisite jade pot from his sleeve.

The jade teapot was crystal clear, shimmering with a soft, warm luster, as if it contained the spirit of mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. He gently lifted the lid, and a fresh, refined, and invigorating aroma of tea instantly filled the air. The fragrance contained the purest vitality of the world, instantly uplifting the spirit.

"Sit down and have some tea." Dean Yun's words revealed an unquestionable authority and kindness. He slowly poured tea into an equally exquisite jade cup and handed it to Zheng Qian.

Dean Yun was very satisfied with Zheng Qian's performance last night.

On the steps, Zheng Qian was able to carefully feel the different gravity of each step. He walked up the thirty-six steps at a steady pace, comprehending the artistic conception of using strength after forging and shaping bones.

The last step led to a profound understanding of the true meaning of death.

Death itself is not scary; what is scary is the choices we make when facing death.

Six people had walked up these steps before, including Crown Prince Lu Yan and Second Prince Lu Cilin. Unfortunately, their performance disappointed Dean Yun. The Crown Prince reached the seventeenth step, and the Second Prince reached the eighteenth step.

After crossing the steps, the First Prince and the Second Prince, knowing the power of Dean Yun, knelt outside the courtyard for three days and three nights, hoping that Dean Yun would accept them as disciples, even if they were just nominal disciples. However, Dean Yun flatly refused.

We prefer quality over quantity; if someone doesn't meet our criteria, we won't accept them.

Zheng Qian was unaware of these things. He took the teacup and saw that the tea inside was emerald green, crystal clear, yet it seemed to contain endless mysteries and vitality.

With reverence, he took a small sip. Instantly, a warm and powerful energy spread from the tip of his tongue, instantly enveloping his entire body.

The feeling of exhaustion melted away quickly, like snow meeting the spring sun. And the hidden ailment, nourished by this power, vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Zheng Qian was deeply moved and quickly stood up to bow, saying, "Thank you so much, teacher. I have no way to repay your great kindness!"

Dean Yun smiled slightly, feeling smug.

The fifth floor of the library was nothing special; it was just where he usually worked. When Zheng Qian said he wanted to come to the library, Dean Yun observed him from the fifth floor.

For three days, everything Zheng Qian did was observed by Dean Yun.

After doing so much, Dean Yun had only one purpose.

This led Zheng Qian to take the initiative to become Zheng Qian's apprentice.

"How have things been these past few days?"

"Replying to the teacher, I have gained a lot, but unfortunately, my aptitude is shallow, and I am unable to even begin to understand the path of the Soul Master."

Dean Yun smiled and said, "Soul Master cultivation depends on opportunity. Even if a genius with the lightning attribute obtains a soul cultivation method with the wood attribute, he will not make any progress even after ten years of hard work. So, people with different paths cannot cultivate souls. You are not lacking in wisdom, but you have not found your own soul method. Don't worry about it."

Zheng Qian suddenly realized what he meant and bowed again, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher!"

Dean Yun's eyes turned serious as he asked, "After completing the Heavy Rock Bone Forging Steps last night, do you have any new insights into power?"

The Thirty-Six Steps of Heavy Rock Forging Bone?

Is this a test?

Zheng Qian pondered deeply, unsure of what answer Dean Yun desired. After a moment's thought, he replied, "Teacher, last night I felt a power coursing through my body, as if it were alive. I realized that to unleash true power, one must integrate wisdom, willpower, and skill."

"This student is dull-witted. After traversing the treacherous rock steps set by the teacher, I have only grasped one kind of power. Please punish me, teacher."

His eyes suddenly lit up. Last night, Dean Yun saw that Zheng Qian had a more precise and powerful control over his strength, but he did not realize that deep in Zheng Qian's heart, he had actually comprehended the power. He calmly took a sip of tea and asked.

"What power have you comprehended?"

"The power of control".

puff……

Tea sprayed out. Dean Yun, incredulous, asked again, "You've grasped the power of control?"

Zheng Qian was somewhat timid. The books he had been reading these past few days contained no mention of the Heavy Rock Bone Forging Stage or the Power of Control. The Power of Control was a name he had only vaguely understood and sensed, and he thought it was some kind of trash ability, so he replied weakly.

"Reporting to the teacher, I am of dull talent and have not comprehended any profound techniques. I have only grasped the power of control, which has disappointed you."

Disappointed?

Disappointing my foot.

Dean Yun was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Zheng Qian.

The Heavy Rock Bone Forging Steps are recorded in ancient books, allowing the beings walking on the steps to feel the use of their own power and better understand themselves.

The true Heavy Rock Bone Forging Steps have been lost for countless years, and there are only fragments of information about them in ancient books. Dean Yun arranged the Heavy Rock Bone Forging Steps by countless simplifications based on these fragments.

There was a sentence in the book that Dean Yun remembered vividly.

The Crag of Bones is a staircase that only those with exceptional destiny can traverse. Those who manage to cross it are rewarded for their diligence and gain the power to control it.

In other words, Zheng Qian reached the level of a chosen one who is rewarded by heaven for his diligence after going through the super-simplified version of the Heavy Rock Bone Forging Steps, and comprehended the power of control.

It's not about reaching the level of a lucky child who is rewarded by heaven, but far exceeding that level. Otherwise, how could one possibly comprehend the true meaning from the super simplified version?

Are you trying to kill us all? Are you trying to kill us all?

Dean Yun was deeply shocked. He was also a prodigy who had undergone nine tribulations of lightning, so why couldn't he comprehend the power of control?

On second thought, wouldn't it be even better if Zheng Qian became my apprentice?

I am not a chosen one of heaven, nor a child of destiny, but my apprentice is.

When I ride in a carriage, I don't let him drive the horse; I just let him carry it. When I encounter an enemy, I don't fight back; I just shout "Disciple!" and he jumps out to be my henchman. When I'm broke, I don't bother to make money; I just shout "Disciple!" and he obediently makes money and hands it over.

Haha, just thinking about it is awesome.

I'm definitely taking him as my apprentice.

No, we need to collect it as soon as possible; we can't let someone else snatch it away.

With a flicker of spiritual power in his weathered eyes, Dean Yun carefully examined Zheng Qian's destiny once more.

It was pitch black; there was no future to be seen, nor was there a past.

However, Dean Yun was very certain of one thing: Zheng Qian had no master, because he lacked the karmic connection to receive the mandate of heaven and earth.

"Ahem..." After coughing, Dean Yun said with a serious expression, "There is some disappointment, but not much. Practice more in the future and strive to reach a higher level."

"The students will keep in mind the teacher's teachings."

"I'm giving you a task?"

"Teacher please give me your instructions."

"I will take first place in this martial arts competition."

Looking up at Dean Yun, Zheng Qian had doubts in his eyes, but he still replied earnestly, "I will do my best to win first place."

With a growing sense of vicissitude in his eyes, Dean Yun slowly said, "Geniuses can cross boundaries to kill ordinary people, and prodigies can cross boundaries to kill geniuses. When prodigies cross boundaries to fight, their strength lies not only in their power, but also in their ability to recognize their own strength and the enemy's weakness. In battle, they can use their own strength to attack the enemy's weakness, thus overcoming the strong with the weak and fighting across boundaries."

"You, on the other hand, are strong in strength but weak in strategy and skill, so you struggled in the fight against the four sons, relying only on brute force without any strategy."

"Operation is the strategy for demons in battle, the foundation for fighting beyond boundaries. Now that you have grasped the power of control, you must deeply think about operating the battle, operating the battlefield, to become an invincible and unconquerable war god."

"Operations, combat, War God," Zheng Qian murmured. Dean Yun had opened a door for him.

Operations and control: the gateway to cross-border battles.

A resolute look flashed in Dean Yun's eyes, as if he had made a decision, and he said, "Zheng Qian, I have to go out to take care of something. I will be back in twenty-five days if things go smoothly, and a month if things go slowly. During this time, you should cultivate diligently and wait for my return."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean Yun's figure disappeared into the library.

Zheng Qian bowed to the void.

"is teacher."