Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian, who won first place in his group, was dragged by Dong Hao and his friends to Juxianlou for a big feast.

Dong Hao took out a bag containing one hundred crystal-clear stones brimming with spiritual energy and handed it to Zheng Qian, saying...

“I bet 100 spirit crystals. I got 30 the first time, but Lu Yan actually lowered the odds to 0.1, so I only got 70 after seven games. I’ll give them all to you.”

Zheng Qian took the spirit crystal. The small, sparkling stone contained astonishing spiritual energy, something he had never seen before.

The book on spirit crystals records that they are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade. A low-grade spirit crystal can be easily exchanged for 10,000 taels of gold, while 10,000 taels of gold is not enough to buy a single low-grade spirit crystal.

Medium and high-grade spirit crystals have almost never appeared in the fifty countries, so the spirit crystals Dong Hao gave him were low-grade spirit crystals.

After playing with it for a while, Zheng Qian lost interest and threw it back to Dong Hao.

“A gentleman loves money, but he earns it in a proper way. The spirit crystals you win are yours, I don’t want them.”

Li Sheng and Zhu Qi narrowed their eyes slightly, while Zheng Qian's expression remained natural, indicating that he genuinely did not want the spirit crystals.

Why do the princes keep shamelessly hanging out with Zheng Qian instead of doing their own thing? Isn't it all in order to find an opportunity to win Zheng Qian over and get him to serve their country?

After spending a few days together, they discovered that Zheng Qian neither cared about official positions nor wealth. As for women, even with Fan Tielan and Mo Li constantly around him, he didn't seem to have any interest in them.

Could he be a saint who has no desires or wants?

It's difficult, extremely difficult.

Dong Hao didn't press the matter, and put away the spirit crystal, saying, "Tonight, we're going to discuss forming an education sharing alliance. Will you be participating?"

Zheng Qian shrugged: "Forget it, I want to go back and prepare properly. I need to advance to the top 64 tomorrow."

Fan Tielan pouted: "Tch, what are you preparing? The most feared opponent in the martial arts competition is you. As soon as you step on stage, you give up three moves, and then the other person will admit defeat. If they don't admit defeat, you'll be sent flying with one punch."

"There are always higher levels to reach, and more capable people to surpass. I just haven't met a true master yet." Zheng Qian wasn't being modest; he genuinely felt he hadn't encountered a master yet.

He was able to easily defeat enemies of the same level because he had comprehended spatial ripples and the power of control. Both of his ultimate skills were based on the conditions given to him by Dean Yun.

If Dean Yun can give it, other major powers can too. There are countless geniuses who have comprehended unique skills or even laws just like him.

The fifty countries were not only remote but also very backward, so he was able to easily sweep through his enemies.

He could easily defeat his enemies with the Devouring Heaven Technique, but that would expose his strongest trump card, and he was worried that it would be labeled as a demonic art, leading to a group attack.

Zheng Qian was aware of this. His goal was to travel the world with his sword, and dealing with these monsters was inevitable. Keeping a trump card was a way to save his life.

In the end, the princes went to discuss the formation of an alliance, while Zheng Qian walked back to the academy by himself.

Gold is the hard currency for mortals, while spirit crystals are the hard currency for cultivators. Zheng Qian doesn't have a single spirit crystal.

Compared to ordinary people, he is a rich man. Compared to monks, he is a beggar.

Bitter Spirit Crystals are essential; you need a lot of bitter spirit crystals, otherwise your future cultivation path will be extremely difficult.

When Zheng Qian left Wuyan Kingdom, he took out 500 taels of gold from the gold that Lü Jin gave him. He still has more than 400 taels left. Today he bet on it and got more than 100 taels, so he now has 608 taels.

Even if you can exchange 10,000 taels for a low-grade spirit crystal, it's still priceless and hard to come by.

Fan Tielan and Mo Li had not returned home for two days and had separated from Zheng Qian to go home separately, so only Zheng Qian was wandering the streets at this time.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. The clothes Zheng Qian bought in Wuyan Kingdom were of a different quality than those in Guangxiang Kingdom. Since the matter of the Bitter Spirit Crystal could not be rushed, he planned to spend some money to buy a few sets of good clothes first.

Zheng Qian bought a cat mask from a roadside stall, put it on, and then walked into a luxuriously decorated clothing store.

"Young master, all the clothes in our shop are made of the finest silk from Hidden Mountain. If you see one you like, you can try it on, and I'll give you a discount."

Inside the store, there were thousands of different kinds of shoes and clothes, and Zheng Qian's eyes were dazzled by the sight.

The woman selling clothes was dressed daringly, and her large white breasts were practically spilling out, making Zheng Qian's eyes even more blurry.

After trying on several pairs of shoes and clothes, Zheng Qian found out his shoe size: he wears size 73, and his clothes need to be size 7X.

"This one, this one, and this one."

Zheng Qian picked out all the red and green clothes, and Feng Wutong followed behind him. She would take one of each item Zheng Qian said he would take, and soon she was carrying a large pile of clothes.

Does this person have some kind of quirk?

Wearing a cat mask and liking green and red, doesn't she know that red and green together are incredibly ugly?

“Oh, young master, you have excellent taste! These clothes are all the latest styles this year, and they’re not expensive either. With a discount, they’ll only cost you three taels of silver each.”

Three taels of silver per piece? Or is that the price after a discount?

One tael of silver could buy a cow for plowing the land, and three taels would cost the price of three cows. That's not expensive.

Zheng Qian didn't haggle over the price, and said to Feng Wutong, "Pick out all the red and green clothes."

"okay."

Feng Wutong happily went to pick out clothes. Today was a really big day. There were at least a hundred red and green clothes in the store, which usually don't sell well, but today they all sold out.

After Feng Wutong picked out all the red and green clothes and piled them in front of Zheng Qian, he said with a smile.

"Young master, there are a total of 128 items, which cost 465 taels of silver. I'll round it down to 460 taels for you. I hope you'll continue to support my business in the future."

"I don't want these clothes."

"Okay, I'll wrap it for you..."

Feng Wutong suddenly realized, this cat-masked man said no?

"You'd better not let me pick it out, you..."

"Give me ten pieces of each of the styles with the seven X's hanging in the store, and ten pairs of each of the shoes priced at seventy-three."

"You, you really have good taste and discerning eye, haha..."

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!" Feng Wutong covered her mouth, forcibly swallowing back the curse words.

A big client! I met a big client today.

"Young master, please wait a moment. I'll prepare everything for you right away, and I'll give you a 50% discount on everything."

After saying that, Feng Wutong shouted to the servant, "Serve tea! Serve our honored guest the best tea!"

Just then, Zheng Qian saw Feng Wuhen walk into the clothing store looking exhausted.

This is Wind City, and Feng Wuhen is the young master of Wind City; this is his territory.

His family owned no fewer than fifty gambling dens in Guangxiang City, and tens of thousands of shops, so he was extremely busy during the Heroes' Gathering.

Feng Wuhen was taken aback by Zheng Qian's cat-head mask, and then walked towards Zheng Qian.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Come on, let's go upstairs, I want to talk to you."

Zheng Qian was completely bewildered. "Do you recognize me?"

“Zheng Qian, your aura cannot be concealed by a mask; I saw through it at a glance.”

Alright, Young Master Feng, whatever you say goes.

Zheng Qian followed Feng Wuhen to the second floor. Feng Wuhen walked to the corner of the wall, pulled open the wooden board, took out a bag of gold, and placed it on the table.

"There are only ten catties of gold in this shop. I'll have someone deliver ten thousand catties in a moment so we can make a deal."