Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 363 Hunting

“My disciple Zheng Qian has the potential to become a god.”

Yun Youzi was extremely proud and honored; at that moment, he felt like a king who possessed the entire world.

The Southern Regions, the Human Race—this entire world will one day grovel at Zheng Qian's feet.

Zheng Qian is my disciple, Yunyouzi.

Wu Chengming was deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time. He regretted that Zheng Qian was not a disciple of the Dongfang family. At the same time, he was also very proud because Zheng Qian was a prodigy in the Southern Region and one of its guardians.

The gambling tycoon from the East kept rubbing his hands together; he was truly excited. Zheng Qian was a prodigy in the Southern Region, and he was the guardian of the Southern Region, so it was only natural for him to be Zheng Qian's protector.

"Haha... The only guardian of the Southern Region's demonic path is myself, the Eastern Gambling King." The Eastern Gambling King laughed heartily. Zheng Qian and Yun Youzi said that he had created his own set of fist techniques, which must be this Wave Surge Fist.

Zheng Qian said that if the set already has the cone shape of the second punch, then the subsequent punches can naturally be created.

This prodigy will surely be firmly protected by the Eastern Gambling King, who will become his most loyal protector.

"Pah, you shameless drunkard! I must be Zheng Qian's protector. You get drunk nine times a day and make a fool of yourself every time. I, Wu Chengming, don't trust you to be Zheng Qian's protector." Wu Chengming had made up his mind. Regardless of whether Yun Youzi agreed or not, he would be Zheng Qian's protector.

Not only him, but the entire Dongfang family was Zheng Qian's backer, helping him conquer the world.

If Zheng Qian carves out a niche for himself, the Dongfang family will receive a share of land—that's Wu Chengming's plan. He's not afraid that Zheng Qian is too extraordinary; he's afraid that Zheng Qian isn't extraordinary enough.

If you can't be a king, then be his right-hand man.

"You bastard, three hundred years ago, when you were dumped by the courtesan Dong Jiji, you cried your eyes out. Who comforted you?" The revelation of Wu Chengming by the Eastern Gambling King left even Yun Youzi in disbelief.

"Three hundred years ago, you were struck by Yun Youzi's palm and vomited blood. You went back and cried while hugging a wine jar. Who comforted you?" Wu Chengming retorted, not to be outdone. He also had information about Dongfang Gambling King over a hundred times. Who was afraid of whom?

Yun Youzi erected a spatial barrier to prevent the sounds of their argument from getting out. As for him, he quietly listened to their gossip.

At Qianfeng Mountain, Zheng Qian punched the row of powerful figures in front of him, his feet shimmering with starlight as he instantly charged into the crowd of the three sects.

"He's here, he's here, let's go!"

"Stop yelling nonsense, go!"

"Seventy-two cuts that overwhelm the mountains and seas."

"Eight-man staff formation, kill."

The geniuses from the three sects were enraged. Even though Zheng Qian had knocked down more than thirty of his teammates with one punch, they still charged towards Zheng Qian fearlessly.

Thirty thousand mid-grade spirit crystals—they couldn't earn that much in ten lifetimes; they had no choice but to fight tooth and nail.

Zheng Qian dodged the incoming broadsword, grabbed the other man's head, and kicked him away.

"Haha, that's awesome."

The rain poured down, and the three geniuses were soaked to the bone. Looking at the arrogant and unruly Zheng Qian, they finally regained a sliver of their rationality.

Zheng Qian's combat strength is definitely several levels higher than theirs. Surrounding them is their only chance of victory.

"Staff formation, advance!"

Tian Tai, the young sect leader of the Vajra Sect, roared, and sixteen disciples surrounded Zheng Qian in two layers. His roar echoed throughout Qianfeng Mountain.

Zheng Qian looked at the Vajra Sect tough guys, each nearly two meters tall, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. Although they gave people a strong sense of pressure in terms of size, their combat power was too weak in front of Zheng Qian.

Eight disciples, wielding iron rods, plunged them into the ground, raising a patch of dirt. The dirt flew towards Zheng Qian, instantly obstructing his vision.

"Jump stick!" Tian Tai roared, and the eight disciples behind him jumped up and descended in unison from the sky, smashing down on Zheng Qian.

"Your strength is utterly pathetic."

Zheng Qian laughed loudly, and with one step, the ground trembled. He even flew up and threw a punch at the two Vajra Sect disciples in front of him.

*Pfft...* The two disciples coughed up blood and flew backward, unable to even hold onto their iron rods, continuing to fly forward due to inertia.

Reaching out to catch the flying iron rod, Zheng Qian swept it out, causing the six disciples in the air to spit out blood, all of them seriously injured.

Their strength was utterly insignificant compared to Zheng Qian's.

The Vajra Sect's staff formation failed to exert any combat power, as Zheng Qian crippled half of its members.

The iron rod was driven into the ground, and Zheng Qian threw another punch: "Surge Fist".

With each punch Zheng Qian threw, one of the disciples from the three sects was rendered unable to fight. They were utterly helpless against Zheng Qian.

"Impossible!" Tian Tai roared to the sky. He couldn't accept that the Vajra Sect's strongest staff formation couldn't withstand Zheng Qian's single move. This was beyond his comprehension and he couldn't accept it. He kept roaring in anger.

"I refuse to accept this, Zheng Qian, I refuse to accept this."

"People cannot be compared," Zheng Qian chuckled. He was as light as a swallow, and no one could touch the hem of his clothes. His punches were as powerful as mountains, and no one could block one of his blows.

"Zheng Qian is behind us, charge back!" Upon hearing Tian Tai's roar, You Laohu turned around and charged back.

Seeing You Laohu charging back down the mountain, Dongfang Yifeng hurriedly shouted, "You Laohu, don't go crazy! Let's gather together first, and then we'll go find Zheng Qian."

"Get lost, Zheng Qian is nothing, why would he need to gather a whole ball of strength?" You Laohu was very confident, he believed he could take on Zheng Qian one-on-one.

No matter how strong Zheng Qian is, is he stronger than Li Zun?

Yu Laohu also had an opportunity in the Twin Absolute Domains, and he was incredibly confident at this moment. Once he captured Zheng Qian and seized his 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals, Yu Laohu would challenge Li Zun and reclaim the title of the number one Dragon Shaping Realm cultivator in the Southern Domain.

"Damn it, that idiot You Laohu!" Dongfang Yifeng cursed. You Laohu rushed over, practically delivering food to Zheng Qian.

With a whoosh, they flew towards the place where Tian Tai roared. At the same time, Dongfang Yifeng shouted, "Charge! Grab Zheng Qian! This time, we can't let him escape!"

"Charge!" The geniuses from the Eastern Family and the Soul Guiding Sect launched their attack. They knew Zheng Qian's prowess well and dared not split up.

Seeing this, You Laohu flew even faster and roared, "Brothers, the Dongfang Family and the Soul Guiding Sect want to snatch Zheng Qian's 30,000 spirit crystals. Let's speed up!"

"Charge! Grab the spirit crystals!" The geniuses from the Nan Ye Ji Sect and the forces following You Laohu were excited. They thought Dongfang Yifeng had come to steal the spirit crystals, so they also sped up and flew towards the direction Tian Tai roared.

“Zheng Qian, the three sects are one family. Even if I, Tian Tai, am beaten to death today, I will not let you search their bodies.” Tian Tai slammed his iron rod on the ground. Behind him were eighty-two disciples from the three sects, all of whom were lying on the ground, spitting blood.

With an arrogant expression on his face, Tian Tai said loudly, "I don't accept that such a trashy place as Fifty Kingdoms produced a monster like you."

In less than a minute of fighting, Zheng Qian had knocked down all eighty-plus of them, and not a single one of them could withstand a single punch.

"Heh, that's got guts." Zheng Qian praised, Tian Tai was indeed very courageous. He kicked Tian Tai and broke eight of his ribs, but unexpectedly, Tian Tai didn't utter a sound, using the iron rod to support his body, still wanting to continue fighting him.

With his right hand outstretched, the iron rod on the ground flew into Zheng Qian's hand, and he walked towards Tian Tai.

"Zheng Qian, I'm not afraid..."

Bang... Zheng Qian struck Tian Tai on the back with a stick, and Tian Tai fell into the mud.

"Zheng Qian, I..."

Thud... The second blow sent Tian Tai curling up as he coughed up blood.

“Zheng…”

Thud... The third blow nearly killed Tian Tai. He saw the indifference in Zheng Qian's eyes and saw Zheng Qian raise the iron rod again. He was terrified and roared at the sky.

"I'm convinced, I, Tian Tai, am convinced."