Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

After Zheng Qian became Dean Yun's disciple, he finally learned that Dean Yun's name was Yun Youzi, a pseudo-god level two expert.

Yun Youzi helped Zheng Qian up. After searching for a disciple for three hundred years, he was overjoyed to finally find the disciple he desired.

"Bring me your spatial ring."

Zheng Qian's eyes twitched. He thought no one knew it was a spatial ring, but he didn't expect Yun Youzi to already know.

Yun Youzi took the spatial ring, then his expression stiffened, and he asked, "Who gave you this spatial ring?"

"Aunt Lan, she also gave me the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword." Zheng Qian answered honestly, and he did indeed call Ya Lan "Aunt Lan".

Yun Youzi nodded: "A spatial ring is a rather precious item. It seems that Aunt Lan, whom you mentioned, is not a simple character."

Zheng Qian agreed with Yun Youzi's words. Could it be simple to kill 100,000 guards in one move?

At this moment, Yun Youzi handed the spatial ring to Zheng Qian: "From now on, I will give you 30,000 spirit crystals every year as pocket money. I have also left you some pills. As for weapons and equipment, although they can increase your combat power, they will also make you rely on them too early. Your Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword is enough for you to cultivate for a period of time. When you reach the Pseudo-God Realm, your master will find you a peerless natal sword and a peerless battle suit."

Zheng Qian grinned. This was the benefit of becoming an apprentice: 30,000 low-grade spirit crystals as pocket money, plus pills, and they would even help him find a treasure sword and battle armor in the future.

Wearing the spatial ring, which was enveloped in spiritual energy, Zheng Qian could see what was inside the ring.

Two rows of three-meter-high wooden shelves, carved with dragons and phoenixes, hold hundreds of bottles of elixirs neatly arranged with various annotations, ready to be used at any time for healing or detoxification.

Upon seeing the spirit crystal again, Zheng Qian instantly lost his composure and couldn't help but exclaim, "A mid-grade spirit crystal?"

Thirty thousand spirit crystals, rich in spiritual energy, with only a trace of impurities in their crystal clarity. This is not a low-grade spirit crystal, but a mid-grade spirit crystal.

There were only low-grade spirit crystals in the fifty kingdoms, and not a single mid-grade spirit crystal could be found even after searching all fifty kingdoms. Unexpectedly, Yun Youzi spent 30,000 spirit crystals in one go, leaving Zheng Qian completely dumbfounded.

Master, is it that extravagant?

Yun Youzi thought Zheng Qian looked down on 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals. This kid has high standards. Aunt Lan gave him a spatial ring and a Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword. Both of these items are worth more than 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals. Giving him only 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals a year does seem a bit stingy.

Coughing to cover his embarrassment, Yun Youzi said, "Thirty thousand is indeed a bit too little. I'll give you fifty thousand every year from now on. This fifty thousand is just pocket money. If you see any treasure you like, I will naturally buy it for you. Besides, money is just something you have. When you become stronger, I will naturally give you more."

A yearly allowance of 50,000 yuan, and that's in mid-grade spirit crystals. If he sees a treasure he likes, he has to pay extra to buy it. Zheng Qian is a little dizzy.

Can the total annual income of fifty countries reach 50,000 mid-grade spirit crystals?

The answer is no. In other words, Zheng Qian's annual allowance was higher than the total income of fifty kingdoms.

My God, having a master is just so incredible.

Handing over the spatial ring, Zheng Qian said with a grin, "Master, you're so generous, whatever you say goes. Even though there's no cultivation technique, and only a paltry 50,000 mid-grade spirit crystals, I'll accept it. At worst, if I run into Long Batian later, I'll just say you're not stingy at all, snatching a disciple from him and still being willing to give him pocket money."

Yun Youzi had a toothache and wondered if taking Zheng Qian as his apprentice was a mistake.

That kid is too shrewd and too stingy.

A book appeared in his hand, and Yun Youzi tossed it to Zheng Qian: "Theoretical knowledge is the foundation. Don't be too ambitious. First, memorize this book, and then I'll slowly teach you other knowledge."

Zheng Qian looked at the book, which was ten centimeters thick, with the four large characters "Space Oscillation" printed on it. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He randomly flipped to a page, which was covered with densely packed small characters. Each page had thousands of characters.

Yun Youzi smiled smugly: "This is just theoretical knowledge, and only the tip of the iceberg. Don't be lazy. Theory drives practice. Only by mastering the theory can you achieve twice the result with half the effort when learning the techniques."

Without a second thought, Zheng Qian blurted out: "Practice plays a decisive role in cognition; practice is the foundation of cognition; practice is the source of cognition; practice is the driving force for the development of cognition; practice is the sole criterion for testing the correctness of cognition; practice is the purpose and destination of cognition."

"Theory is knowledge, and combat is practice. It's a dialectical relationship, I understand. I know these points by heart. I know them even if you don't tell me, teacher. Don't worry, I will study the theoretical knowledge well and strive to learn your skills as soon as possible."

Yun Youzi listened in stunned silence. What a wonderful dialectical relationship! He had witnessed the expressive ability of this prodigy who had scored full marks in three subjects. His summary was even more insightful than that of him, an old monster who had lived for three hundred years.

Just then, an old yet ethereal voice echoed from the void.

"Hehe... This kid is tough; he can withstand my karma."

"Who?" Zheng Qian turned around and looked around, but couldn't see anyone.

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in front of Zheng Qian. It was the light of wisdom accumulated over the years, and the gentle protection of the lingering divine power.

His eyes were as deep as black holes in the universe, seemingly able to see the essence of all things, and also seemed to hold endless stars and past glories. His silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind, each strand containing an ancient and powerful force, and as it gently swayed, it seemed to resonate with countless thoughts and the heavens and earth.

Zheng Qian couldn't see his face clearly because he had no face; he was a faceless man. Zheng Qian looked at Yun Youzi with confusion, and Yun Youzi, somewhat agitated, slowly recounted the whole story.

"Three hundred years ago, I traveled the world and met Senior Pan Jiu. He guided me to find the chosen one. I traveled all over the country and witnessed countless geniuses, but none of them could reach the level of the chosen one. Finally, I met you, and Senior Pan Jiu was willing to come out of the mountains to help you cultivate."

Pan Jiu?

Zheng Qian looked at the faceless man with suspicion. He was called Pan Jiu. Could there be Pan Yi, Pan Er, and Pan San?

Pan Jiu's voice was ethereal and full of Daoist charm: "Boy, I am not helping you cultivate, but exchanging with you. Otherwise, if I help you, the karma will be too great, and the consequences will be unpredictable."

It's all about cause and effect again. Zheng Qian couldn't understand why Yun Youzi and Pan Jiu cared so much about cause and effect, while Ya Lan didn't worry about cause and effect when she gave him the spatial ring and the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword. Could it be that the two of them were more powerful than Ya Lan?

Zheng Qian, wary, asked in bewilderment, "I have no treasures on me, what can I offer you in exchange?"

Pan Jiu Dao Yun Chaoran said: "You have two lines on your body, which can be exchanged for two questions."

Zheng Qian's hair stood on end. The two lines Pan Jiu mentioned were the rope passed down in Li Mubai's family and the rope in the Guangxiang Mirror.

Taking out the wide-view mirror and the rope passed down from Li Mubai's family, Zheng Qian asked, "Senior, is this it?"

Whoosh... The wide-view mirror and the rope disappeared, and the Pan Jiu Dao rhyme deepened.

"Kid, now that the deal is done, I can answer two questions for you."