Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

In the royal palace of Guangxiang Kingdom, 135 experts at the Dragon Shaping Realm gathered. They were all masters participating in the Martial Arts Tournament.

Among them are Mo Li, Li Mubai, Feng Wuhen, Qin Lieyan, Fan Tielan, and others.

"Dear candidates, Your Majesty has opened the Cleansing Pool. I hope that you will all gain something from it and achieve good results in the Heroes' Gathering."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

One hundred and thirty-five powerful figures knelt down to express their gratitude, their eyes filled with excitement.

The Cleansing Pool is a treasure trove of spiritual energy; cultivating there for one day is equivalent to cultivating outside for one month.

Of the fifty kingdoms, only Guangxiang Kingdom possesses a Spirit Cleansing Pool, which is normally closed. It is only opened for one day three days before the Heroes' Gathering, allowing the elites participating in the martial arts test to absorb spiritual energy and enhance their strength.

Mo Li and Fan Tielan looked regretful. They had hoped to see Zheng Qian on the list, but unfortunately, his name was not on it; he had been excluded.

Among those who also didn't come was Fan Tiexue, the number one ranked student on the academy's combat power list.

Zheng Qian moved into the library and browsed through various combat books on the fourth floor.

He had never witnessed Mo Li using water-based soul techniques before, so he needed to learn more about this kind of knowledge to avoid being caught off guard in the martial arts competition.

A young man, brimming with fighting spirit and with resolute eyes, came up to the fourth floor and stared at Zheng Qian, asking a question.

"You're Zheng Qian?"

Zheng Qian put down the book "Three Hundred and Sixty-Six Types of Battles" in his hand, looked up at the person who came, and nodded.

"you are?"

"I am Fan Tiexue, Fan Tielan's older brother."

Fan Tiexue sat down opposite Zheng Qian, his posture upright like a soldier, his face serious.

"Hello," Zheng Qian said, then continued reading his book.

Zheng Qian had heard Fan Tiexue's name so many times he was sick of it.

The top fighter on the combat power list is the son of General Fan Lang. He has been stationed on the border for many years and is not only the number one among the younger generation, but also has the title of "Little War God in the Army".

It is said that Fan Tiexue had the feat of leading three thousand troops to defeat an enemy army of ten thousand, and also had the glorious deed of entering the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain alone and wiping out the wolf demons that were causing chaos in the Kingdom of Guangxiang.

But so what?

It's not my business?

If he's your opponent during the martial arts competition, you'll defeat him just the same way.

Fan Tiexue stared at Zheng Qian, who was staring at "366 Types of Battles," and the air was thick with awkwardness.

Zheng Qian wasn't embarrassed; he was completely absorbed in "366 Types of Battles," and was currently reading about how to defeat a fire-type soul master with a sword.

The sword, as the gentleman among weapons, has since been associated with the power to slay demons and break all laws.

When facing a fire-type soul master, whose flames are like dragons and incredibly hot, seemingly capable of burning everything in the world, a true sword cultivator can use the sword as a guide and borrow the power of heaven and earth to create a magnificent duel that reverses the course of events.

The book introduces how to use a sword to counter fire-type soul masters, and uses a battle called "Sword Formation Locks Soul, All Fires Return to Silence" as an example to explain and illustrate this.

Zheng Qian read with great interest. These combat books not only enriched his knowledge of combat theory, but also made him realize that different methods should be used to fight different types of enemies.

The strategy of relying on a single, effective trick is not going to work.

Fan Tiexue gripped the ground with his toes. He was always the first to charge into battle, but conversations were ten or a hundred times more terrifying than fighting, and he couldn't find a single word to say.

He always held himself to the high standards of a warrior, so he disdained to participate in shortcuts like entering the Spirit Cleansing Pool, believing that such rapid cultivation would be detrimental to his foundation.

That's why he came to see Zheng Qian today. It's not that he's bad at dealing with people, it's that he's afraid of it.

After holding it in for a while, Fan Tiexue said, "Zheng Qian, I've come to invite you to my house for dinner."

Zheng Qian raised his head, not understanding what this little war god ranked first on the combat power list was up to, and refused on the spot.

"Thank you, but I won't go."

Fan Tiexue's eyelids twitched violently, his anger surged to his head, and he slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang.

"Zheng Qian, if it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't even bother with you, you skewer."

Zheng Qian was engrossed in his book when Fan Tiexue startled him. He instinctively wanted to punch Fan Tiexue, but when he heard him say it was for Fan Tielan, he forcibly held back and asked in confusion.

"Fan Tielan? What happened to her?"

what happened?

Fan Tiexue was even angrier. He had just returned to Guangxiang City from the frontier battlefield last night and had only stepped into the general's mansion when he heard Fan Tielan mentioning Zheng Qian repeatedly.

"Brother, do you know that a transfer student named Zheng Qian has joined our class?"

"Brother, that Zheng Qian is so annoying. He called me a crazy woman. Do you think he's sick in the head?"

“Brother, Zheng Qian is amazing. He said that a full-force attack is just reckless courage, but the story of ‘besieging Wei to rescue Zhao’ is even better than a full-force attack.”

"Brother, do you think Zheng Qian has eaten yet? Is he bored at the academy? Shall we go find him?"

"Forget it, I'm not going, hmph."

In one night, Fan Tiexue heard Fan Tielan mention Zheng Qian at least a hundred times, until his ears were calloused from hearing it so much.

As a twin born of a boy and a girl, Fan Tiexue naturally knew his sister's feelings.

She has fallen for Zheng Qian, but she doesn't know it yet, which is why she unconsciously mentions Zheng Qian in every sentence.

However, this made it difficult for Fan Tiexue, who suffers from social anxiety, to explain clearly.

After holding it in for a while, Fan Tiexue said with a stiff neck, "She's not my sister. I heard you were undergoing the Nine Heavens Tribulation, so I came to see you and invited you to my house for dinner."

Fan Tielan had told Zheng Qian everything. He saw Zheng Qian's calm and diligent spirit, and he also saw that Zheng Qian had saved Fan Tielan in Jinlan City. He had every reason to invite Zheng Qian to a meal.

"I'm not going." Zheng Qian didn't even look up.

What a joke! Going to that crazy woman's house is just asking for trouble.

Fan Tiexue's face turned red. If Zheng Qian hadn't saved Fan Tielan, if Fan Tielan hadn't liked Zheng Qian, and if he hadn't made a bold promise to invite Zheng Qian to his home for dinner tonight, he would have beaten Zheng Qian long ago.

A young military prodigy invited a transfer student to dinner, but was rejected twice. How could he tolerate that?

If word gets out, where will he put his face?

Just kidding, he's the number one among the younger generation, who would dare to disrespect him?

bang...

Fan Tiexue slammed his hand on the table, his face turning ashen.

"If you don't go, I'll have to knock you out and carry you there."

Zheng Qian put down "366 Types of Battle" and said seriously, "Thank you for your kindness. I will treat you to dinner after the Heroes' Gathering. You can order whatever you want, and I will pay for it."

Fan Tiexue gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "I'll give you a handicap. If I can defeat you within three moves, you'll come eat with me. If I can't defeat you, I'll leave immediately."

I'm so angry! I invited you to my house for dinner, and I have to beg you? What kind of logic is that?

Thinking of Fan Tielan, his younger sister who was only born a minute after him, Fan Tiexue was determined to carry Zheng Qian back to eat, even if it meant knocking him unconscious.

Zheng Qian stood up and calmly looked at Fan Tiexue: "Find a place, use all your skills, and I will only dodge and not attack. If you can touch me even once, I will agree to all your conditions."

Okay, okay, you're even more arrogant than me, aren't you?

Fan Tiexue took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the stairwell.

"Come with me if you dare. If I don't knock you out today, I'll admit defeat if I run into you at the Heroes' Gathering."

Zheng Qian followed Fan Tiexue to the academy's underground arena, which was reinforced by an array and was specifically designed for Dragon Shaping Realm experts to cultivate. At this time, all the Dragon Shaping Realm experts had gone to the palace to participate in the Spirit Cleansing Pool cultivation, so there was no one there.

Two hours later, Zheng Qian walked out of the training ground with a calm expression and returned to the library to continue reading.

Fan Tiexue was covered in sweat, staring at the spear in his hand and muttering to himself.

"Why can't I hit him?"