Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Yun Youzi flew in the sky, Zheng Qian chased after him on the ground, and Fan Tiexue and Feng Wuhen's group had long been left far behind, their figures no longer visible.

“You seem to be taking it too easy.” As soon as Yun Youzi finished speaking, a huge rock flew down from the mountain with a whoosh.

"Master, isn't this too big?" Zheng Qian cried out as the boulder fell. He braced himself with his hands, but his feet sank directly into the mud.

“Proper exercise keeps you healthy, but excessive exercise can cause injury. Master, could I choose a smaller stone?” Zheng Qian was panting heavily after running only a short distance; the stone weighed at least ten thousand pounds.

"Feel the pulse of the earth, use your steps, this weight is no problem for you at all." Dean Yun said casually, not at all worried that Zheng Qian would be exhausted.

"Haha, the first place in the martial arts test is something else. Every step he takes is a step forward, so steady!" Fan Tielan caught up and pointed at Zheng Qian, laughing loudly.

On the road, footprints are arranged in an orderly fashion, with the same size and spacing, forming an equilateral triangle. These are the traces of Zheng Qian's running.

Mo Li asked with a worried look, "Zheng Qian, won't this damage your spine?"

Zheng Qian grinned: "Follow in my footsteps and learn from my experience."

Mo Li seemed to be deep in thought as she jogged slowly in Zheng Qian's footsteps. At first, it felt awkward, but after running for a while, she felt relaxed.

"Zheng Qian, do you have the mental cultivation method?" Fan Tielan asked. She saw everyone running silently and assumed that everyone had gained some insights, but she was running very awkwardly and with strange posture.

"I promised the senior who passed on this technique that it cannot be passed on to outsiders. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny. Everyone's stride length is different. Feel my stride, and then adjust it according to your own stride length to find your own running stride length and frequency." Zheng Qian was not reluctant to pass on the "Starry Sky Illusion Steps," but he had promised not to pass it on to outsiders, and he wanted to keep his promise.

Zheng Qian proposed sharing the teachings, but Ya Lan said that the teachings should not be passed on to outsiders. She forbade Zheng Qian to pass on "Starry Night Illusionary Steps" to others. Zheng Qian kindly reminded her that whether or not one could comprehend it depended on the enlightenment of their fellow practitioners.

The Starry Sky Illusionary Steps are extremely powerful. Not only can one walk on air, but they can also be used for escape and attack. It is a very high-level technique among pseudo-god-level techniques. If they can learn it, they will benefit from it for life.

Feng Wuhen secretly vowed to try his best to keep up with Zheng Qian's pace. He found a 500-pound stone and followed behind Zheng Qian, carefully feeling the footprints Zheng Qian had left behind.

A bizarre scene unfolded on the road: Zheng Qian was running ahead carrying a huge rock, while fourteen people awkwardly stepped on his footprints behind him, his body swaying and his speed slowing down.

"While running, adjust your breathing and feel the pulse of the earth; it will make running easier for you." Zheng Qian instructed as he ran, and his footprints became shallower and shallower in the soil, allowing him to run faster and more easily.

Under the bright moon, the group, exhausted from running all day, took out food and a marching tent from their spatial ring and prepared to rest.

Fifteen wooden barrels appeared out of thin air, filled with water and herbs, emitting a fragrant herbal aroma and a rich herbal spirit.

"Soak in the water for thirty minutes. Don't leave any hidden ailments in your body." Yun Youzi had already prepared herbs for them, otherwise the long-term high-intensity training would affect their foundation.

Zheng Qian sat in the wooden tub. The water was neither too hot nor too cold, and a warm feeling spread throughout his body, making him want to close his eyes and sleep.

"Circulate the cultivation technique to stabilize your meridians." Yun Youzi's words were very simple and clear. He didn't even explain what kind of medicine it was. Just follow along.

Zheng Qian activated the Devouring Heaven Technique, his blood and energy surging. The spiritual energy of the herbs in the wooden tub seeped into his body, instantly dispelling the fatigue from running all day. Just as Zheng Qian was about to absorb all the spiritual energy in the water, Yun Youzi flicked his finger, and even more herbs, brimming with spiritual energy, appeared in the tub.

As the spiritual energy within his body surged rapidly, Zheng Qian felt his bones harden, and he had a feeling of wanting to break through to the Dragon Transformation Realm.

As the light of the Dao shone down, the feeling of breakthrough vanished, and Zheng Qian felt extremely uncomfortable as his cultivation level was suppressed.

“Your realm is flawed, making it difficult to break through.” Pan Jiu’s voice echoed in Zheng Qian’s mind.

"Senior, where is the flaw? What should I do?" Zheng Qian asked in his mind, and Pan Jiu answered after a long time.

"The secret cannot be leaked."

Zheng Qian gritted his teeth in hatred: "Then when will I break through?"

"I will plant the seeds of cause, follow the natural way, question my own heart, and break through when I can."

Zheng Qian was dumbfounded. There was still the spiritual energy of plants in the water, but he could not absorb it because it had been isolated by Pan Jiu. He could not understand such a method, but at the same time, he longed for it.

Emerging from the wooden tub, his clothes dried quickly without any wind. Zheng Qian stood in the mountains, gazing into the distant darkness, wondering where the future lay and what kind of predicament Pan Jiu had spoken of as certain death.

Is cause and effect really that powerful? Pan Jiu blocked his breakthrough to the Dragon Transformation Realm, what kind of result will this cause bear?

Fan Lang walked up to Zheng Qian and asked coldly, "Did you drink my treasured Daughter's Red wine?"

Zheng Qian looked at Fan Lang and said honestly, "Last night, Fan Tielan brought wine to drink. I don't know if it was the Daughter Red that the general mentioned."

Fan Lang's face immediately turned ashen: "When Tie Lan was born, I preserved a jar of fine wine for her. The seal on it had her little footprints on it. It was a daughter's red wine that she was saving for her wedding night. It was a daughter's red wine for her and her husband to drink on their wedding night. But you drank it. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Zheng Qian's head was buzzing. Fan Tielan had said last night that it was the wine she drank when she got married, but he didn't quite believe it at the time. He never expected that Fan Lang would come knocking on his door.

Fan Tielan didn't say anything before drinking it. Only after Zheng Qian drank a bowl did she say it was her daughter's red wine. Zheng Qian didn't even have time to regret it. He couldn't possibly gag his throat and spit it out, could he?

Zheng Qian thought for a few seconds and replied, "General Fan, I drank a bit too much last night, and I don't know if it was the Daughter's Red you mentioned. But I can assure you that Tie Lan and I are good friends. She and I treat each other with utmost respect at the academy and the Duke's mansion, and there has absolutely been no cross-border between us."

Fan Lang's face grew even colder: "I only have one daughter. I have spoiled her since she was a child and never let her suffer any grievances. She cannot suffer grievances after she gets married. She can talk to me about any problems, but she must never scold or criticize me, let alone hit me. Otherwise, I will risk my life to get justice for her."

Zheng Qian felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. Was Fan Lang here to warn him? He immediately became displeased.

"General Fan, Tie Lan and I are really just friends. I have no romantic feelings for her. I don't know if I will return to Guangxiang Kingdom after participating in the Twin Realms. It won't affect Tie Lan's marriage. She will find her Mr. Right."

"Hmph." Fan Lang snorted and said, "I don't know anything about what you're talking about. I only know that you drank the Daughter's Red wine that I prepared for my son-in-law, so you have to take responsibility for her. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Zheng Qian watched Fan Lang leave after uttering those harsh words, his mind racing with turmoil.

Fan Tielan, you crazy woman, you can cause such a big mess even when you're just drinking.

As for taking responsibility? It's just a drink, what responsibility is there to take?