Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 380 Oh, you wicked disciple!

An endless plain stretched out, a gentle breeze blowing. A giant rock flew through the air, and the sound of conversation could be heard.

"Master, we've been flying for ten days already. How much longer will it take us to reach the Ghost Wind Rift Valley?"

"When it's time, it will come."

"When I couldn't fly, you made me carry a huge rock and run. Now that I can fly, you make me fly while holding the rock. Can you please stop making me fly while holding it? I think this is so stupid."

An old man stood atop the boulder, his posture upright, like a pine tree standing proudly atop a mountain peak, his brow revealing a detached and untamed spirit. His long, half-white hair cascaded casually over his shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, seemingly embodying the spirit and freedom of heaven and earth. His deep eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shone with wisdom and insight, as if piercing through the void to see the essence of things. Clad in pristine white, untouched by dust, his flowing robes exuded an otherworldly aura that inspired awe.

This person was none other than Yun Youzi.

"Flying is a skill, and so is running. After your cultivation level increases, flying will be the main means of getting around or fighting, but you still can't give up the skill of running. So don't think about being lazy. When you run out of spiritual energy, use your physical strength to run to get around."

Zheng Qian wore a bitter expression. Ten days had passed since he left the Seven Links Mountains. These ten days had been very difficult for him. He would get up before dawn to practice his swordsmanship, and then fly while carrying a giant boulder. When his spiritual energy ran out, he would run while carrying the boulder.

Nighttime was the most painful time for Zheng Qian, because he not only had to memorize "Spatial Vibration," but also had to spar with Yun Youzi. Every time they sparred, he would be beaten black and blue.

Yun Youzi really hit him; his conscience didn't bother him at all.

"Master, do you have any friends in the Ghostly Rift Valley?"

"Have."

"Are there any beauties?"

"..."

"Is there any delicious food? Can I eat delicious food while holding a beautiful woman?"

"..."

Yun Youzi had truly witnessed Zheng Qian's insatiable chatter; in the past ten days, he had a hundred thousand questions. From regions to weather, from cultivation to combat, from humans to demons, Zheng Qian asked about everything Yun Youzi could think of, and even those he hadn't thought of, he still asked thousands of questions.

"Master, have you ever been to the far north? How far are the Iron Tree People from Qingqiu?"

Yun Youzi didn't use spatial laws to block Zheng Qian's words, so he heard every single one of them. He answered what he could and remained silent about what he couldn't.

"I've been to the far north. The Iron Tree People are descendants of the War God Tree, but their divinity has been diluted. As for Qingqiu, I have friends there."

Zheng Qian instantly became excited: "Master, shall we go to Qingqiu for training?"

Yun Youzi remained silent, refusing to answer the question.

"Master, is there an old flame of yours in Qingqiu? Are you afraid that if you go there, you'll be asked to repay your debts of affection, so you dare not go?"

Yunyouzi took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Master, who is Master’s wife? Would you like to introduce me to her? Let me tell you, I have a deep understanding of food. If you take me to Qingqiu to see Master’s wife, maybe she will forgive you and let you stay in Qingqiu and live a shameless life.”

What a terrible thing to do!

Yun Youzi inwardly cursed his bad luck; who could have imagined that Zheng Qian would be such a chatterbox? Most importantly, Zheng Qian would bring up Qingqiu in the far north every few sentences, and Yun Youzi had heard the name Qingqiu no less than ten thousand times in the past ten days.

"Master, say something! Are you missing your mistress in Qingqiu?"

"If you want to reconcile with your master's wife, just say so. I'll take you there and let you rekindle your relationship. I'm telling you, as long as I plead for her, she'll definitely agree to get back together with you."

Yun Youzi was about to go mad: "You unfilial disciple, your master's wife has been dead for hundreds of years, why are you taking me to find her?"

Uh… Zheng Qian was taken aback by Yun Youzi’s words. He really hadn’t expected that his master’s wife was already dead.

"Why did you speak so bitterly about your master's wife's death? Was it because you no longer loved her?"

"Master, why don't you go to Qingqiu and find someone, have a twilight romance, and your second spring will come?"

"You wicked disciple, I am devoted to love, unlike you who are fickle and have accumulated a mountain of emotional debts. Let me tell you, you reap what you sow. The emotional debts you have now will have to be repaid one by one in the future."

Zheng Qian's eyes lit up. Yun Youzi had finally answered him. He continued, "We, master and disciple, are indeed destined for each other. I am also devoted to love. However, I have never been to the far north, so I would like to ask Master to take me there for some training. We can also visit Qingqiu to see the scenery. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Yun Youzi sighed and said, "You unfilial disciple, at your current level, you can't do anything in Qingqiu. It's pointless except to suffer."

"why?"

Here it comes again, another round of "100,000 Whys".

"Because Qingqiu is not a human race, but a fox race."

Fox clan?

Zheng Qian's heart skipped a beat. He had already guessed it, but when Yun Youzi said it, his heart still raced.

Is Jiang Siting a descendant of the fox clan?

My goodness, Jiang Siting, who is a Hui Muslim who carries on the fox clan's bloodline, must be so beautiful.

Interracial romance, just thinking about it is exciting.

A tightness gripped his chest; he couldn't see Jiang Siting. In ancient times, there was a tale of unrequited love between a ghost and a human; now, a fox and a human have made a pact to roam the world together.

"Oh ho ho, awesome, awesome! I need to see her, I can't wait a second longer!" Zheng Qian roared. He was determined to build a group of girls, including a fox-girl, just thinking about it made his blood boil.

For some reason, a figure flashing with lightning appeared in Zheng Qian's mind.

Ionization, that Thunder Clan girl whose whole body is crackling with lightning, more manly than any tough guy.

Shaking his head violently, Zheng Qian comforted himself and roared, "Forget her, forget her, choose someone else to travel the world with a sword."

Yun Youzi sighed, "You unfilial disciple, you unfilial disciple!"

Zheng Qian has been very happy these past few days. The Fifty Kingdoms are about to rise, a force he personally nurtured. In the future, with a single command, a million-strong army from the Fifty Kingdoms will gather, invincible and unstoppable. Every time he thinks about it, he roars with excitement.

Having become a disciple of Yun Youzi, whose combat prowess was unparalleled, Zheng Qian had no idea how much money Yun Youzi possessed. Whenever he thought of the mountain of 100,000 mid-grade spirit crystals and 100,000 high-grade spirit crystals, Zheng Qian would laugh even in his dreams.

Zheng Qian now has not only Yun Youzi as his backer, but also Wu Chengming and Dongfang Duba, two pseudo-god-level protectors. From now on, he can walk sideways in the Southern Region, and he can be said to have embarked on the road to prosperity.

"Master, shall I sing you a song?"

"I don't like listening to music."

I'm going to sing a song you've never heard before.

"I don't like listening to music."

"Today, in the cold night, I watch the snow fall, my heart, now chilled, drifting far away..."

Zheng Qian sang with great passion, and Yun Youzi listened intently. He had never heard of this style of singing before, nor even the language.

Even after Zheng Qian finished singing, Yun Youzi remained immersed in the song.

A positive attitude, a steadfast belief in ideals, and an unwavering commitment to never give up – this is the spirit of Zheng Qian's song.

Suddenly, Yun Youzi exuded a strong sense of vitality. He felt fifty years younger and full of hope for life.

That wicked disciple has a good state of mind. Unfortunately, he has too many emotional debts.