Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 409 The Code to Becoming Stronger with Each Battle

"I, Zheng Qian, swear that in the upcoming battles, not a single demon will survive."

Zheng Qian's voice was like a thousand-year-old ice, freezing the three races of demons so that they dared not utter a word.

On the battlefield, the Yu Ren prodigy Tong Can still maintained his arrogant demeanor. He was a prodigy from Ruwei Cliff, and upon arrival, he immediately engaged in battle with Xiong Haichang, showing great disdain for the exhausted Zheng Qian and his two companions.

Only the demon of Ruwei Cliff maintained an optimistic attitude.

Ruwei Cliff is located in the middle of Youfeng Rift Valley. They set off to provide support as soon as they received the smoke signal. Tong Can is the strongest person in the Ruwei Cliff Demon Transformation Realm. He is full of confidence as he sets off to participate in the gate defense battle, carrying the Weigu Sword, a third-grade magic weapon bestowed upon him by the demon clan leader.

With the Weigu Sword, Tong Can felt incredibly strong and capable of fighting Zheng Qian and the other two to the death.

Tong Can chuckled and pointed his sword at Zheng Qian: "When your life is over, can you still pick up a sword?"

"Tongcan, hang in there, he's already done for."

"Haha, you were thinking about greedy spirit crystals, now you know you were wrong, right?"

"Our demon race's spirit crystals, we must be alive to take them and also alive to spend them."

"All the spirit crystals are in his spatial ring. If we kill him and take them back, they'll still be ours."

The demons of Ruwei Cliff mocked loudly, fighting from morning till night. Their arrival was solely for the purpose of ending Zheng Qian's life.

"Greedy for spirit crystals?" Zheng Qian stood up, his heart heavy. If he hadn't been soft-hearted and thought about earning spirit crystals, Xiong Haichang wouldn't have gone on stage and wouldn't have died.

However, the development of the fifty countries is inseparable from spirit crystals, so it's true that he earns spirit crystals.

Xiong Haichang was no weakling, which is why he dared to step up for a one-on-one fight. Zheng Qian had also consulted Li Ming, who agreed to let Xiong Haichang participate. They hadn't expected Tong Can, the demon race's representative, to be so strong, giving Xiong Haichang no chance to escape.

Zheng Qian picked up Xiong Haichang and handed him to Li Zun; he was about to begin the killing spree.

"Continue." Zheng Qian gripped the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword, looking at Tong Can as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Haha, let me, Tong Can, end your life." Tong Can was very happy. He didn't dare to provoke Zheng Qian in his prime, but Zheng Qian was exhausted. Killing him would be a piece of cake.

The greatest military achievement is about to fall into my hands, Tong Can!

"Today, I'll show you what true swordsmanship is!" Zheng Qian roared, his figure instantly leaping up like a dragon soaring through the heavens, heading straight for Tong Can.

"Heh, you want to talk to me about swordsmanship? Do you even have the fighting strength for that now?" Tong Can sneered, swinging his Wei Gu sword, the sword light forming a net, attempting to trap Zheng Qian. However, Zheng Qian's movements were unpredictable, like a dragon playing in water, easily dodging the sword net and heading straight for Tong Can.

"Explosive Slash!" Zheng Qian shouted, and the Dragon Scale Void-Piercing Sword shone brightly, as if the roar of a dragon echoed across the sky. With a single swing, the sword light, like a dragon, carried unparalleled power and slashed directly at Tong Can.

Tong Can was shocked; he never expected Zheng Qian's swordsmanship to be so terrifying. He fought with all his might, and the Wei Gu Sword clashed with the Dragon Scale Void-Breaking Sword.

Crack. Tong Can's Wei Gu Sword was actually cut in half by a single sword strike, and the terrifying sword force remained undiminished, directly blasting Tong Can's body into a cloud of blood mist.

"Well done!" Li Zun roared, holding Xiong Haichang's body, and said, "Haichang, did you see that? Zheng Qian avenged you, Zheng Qian avenged you."

The demons fell silent; they hadn't expected Zheng Qian to possess such formidable combat power.

Lie Yi closed his eyes in despair, then opened them again. At this moment, he was calm and indifferent, having regained the composure and decisiveness expected of a deputy commander.

Leaping to the front of the formation, Lie Yi stared at the geniuses of the three races and shouted, "Tong Can may have died a glorious death, but his spirit is one that our demon race has always revered. Tong Can may have fallen, but we have countless more Tong Cans. My comrades, answer me, are you afraid to die?"

"Fear not! Defending our homeland is an honor even in death!" The three geniuses roared, their passion ignited by Lie Yi's few words.

The demon warriors were fearless in the face of death.

"Three rounds per fortress, until Zheng Qian is killed." Lie Yi gave the order without hesitation. Tong Can started the killing spree first. Zheng Qian swore that no demon would walk off the battlefield alive, as they could no longer redeem people with spirit crystals.

Then, let's fight.

Zheng Qian sneered as he cleaved Tong Can in two. Five drops of mysterious liquid fell into his mind, greatly restoring his energy and spirit. At the Dragon Shaping Realm, he only needed fifty drops to recover to full strength. As long as he kept killing, he could keep fighting without taking any more pills.

The battle continued, but from this point on, it was no longer a matter of capturing alive, but a life-or-death struggle. The battle was exceptionally fierce. The demons who entered the fray were clever; they unleashed their powerful attacks right from the start, prioritizing attrition over winning. Zheng Qian remained completely calm, growing more ferocious and energetic with each battle.

"Old Diao, what kind of physique does Zheng Qian have? How come he gets more and more energetic the more he fights?" Xiao Zhi asked in confusion. Zheng Qian had already taken drugs, but after Xiong Haichang died, he seemed to be injected with chicken blood, getting stronger and stronger the more he fought, which was not normal.

"What kind of physique could he have? He gets up at four o'clock every morning to practice swordsmanship, meditates and nourishes his spiritual energy whenever he has time during the day, and reads and recites books every night. With such hard work, how could he not succeed in anything?" Yun Youzi was full of pride. Zheng Qian's combat strength was by no means accidental. The effort he put in was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Excellent people are born excellent, but to remain excellent, they must put in much more effort. Similarly, those who are not excellent need to put in many times more effort to become excellent.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi nodded thoughtfully, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "So, Zheng Qian's physique, though not innately gifted, is the result of his accumulated hard work and perseverance. The reason why his energy can become even more vigorous in fierce battles is probably because his body is full of spiritual energy, coupled with his unwavering willpower, which allows him to unleash his potential even more in adversity."

“That’s right,” Yun Youzi said. “The path of cultivation is inherently a process of defying fate. Zheng Qian understands this deeply, which is why he never relaxes his demands on himself, striving for perfection in both body and mind. Xiong Haichang’s demise may have been a catalyst for him, allowing him to find an opportunity to break through his own limits on the edge of life and death.”

Xiao Zhi sighed, "It seems I also need to re-examine my attitude towards cultivation. Zheng Qian's story tells me that there are no insurmountable gaps, only a lack of firm will and insufficient effort."

They smiled at each other, and a new flame ignited in their hearts.

Both of them are over three hundred years old. Their wisdom doesn't come from extensive knowledge, but from a wealth of experience. However, learning is endless, and there are higher realms beyond theirs, stronger beings beyond the strong.

They really need to work harder, to strive for even greater heights. They should take Zheng Qian, this young man, as their role model, relentlessly pursuing their goals and forging ahead.

"Old Diao, have you broken through your cultivation level?" Xiao Zhi asked with concern. When Yun Youzi's true core was shattered, an ordinary person would have died long ago. Unexpectedly, Yun Youzi survived with amazing perseverance, and his path of cultivation was cut off from then on.

Yun Youzi shook his head: "The true core is shattered and cannot be condensed; it's a dead end."

Xiao Zhi sighed inwardly and said slowly, "There are countless rare treasures in the world. There must be a way to re-condense the true core. Don't be discouraged."

"Whether you live a carefree and joyful life or a life filled with sighs and lamentations, it's still a life. Since things have already happened, you should naturally live a carefree and joyful life. Why talk about being discouraged?" Yun Youzi looked at Xiao Zhi with a faint smile, as if it was Xiao Zhi, not him, who had been shattered by the true core.

“We have no way of understanding your realm.” Xiao Zhi couldn’t express his feelings at this moment. It was Yun Youzi whose true core had been shattered, but he didn’t expect him to comfort him instead.

On the battlefield, Zheng Qian kept accepting challenges, and he kept his word, killing every demon that came to the field.

Blood stained the earth red, and even the fearless demons felt fear in their hearts.

“Deputy Commander, Zheng Qian is getting stronger and stronger. His spiritual energy and blood energy seem to have recovered.”

"Yes, an hour ago he was truly exhausted and on the verge of death, but he recovered his spiritual energy with the help of pills. Now he has truly regained his vitality."

"Deputy Commander, how about we fight again tomorrow?"

The three races of demons all stared at Lie Yi, truly terrified by the prospect of being killed. During the day, they had only been captured, their lives not in danger, but now, one by one, they died; more than seventy had perished in succession, and they too were filled with fear.

Looking at the setting moon, Lie Yi felt a deep sense of sorrow and resentment. Zheng Qian had taken 57,500 low-grade spirit crystals, and now more than forty prodigies had been killed. Yet Zheng Qian grew stronger with each battle, even terrifying the Dragon Transformation Realm prodigies who dared not fight him. Was this the end of today's gate-blocking battle?

"Don't stop, keep going." Zheng Qian pointed his sword at Lie Yi, his eyes filled with disdain.

Lie Yi clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his palms; the pain kept him conscious and resolute to the last shred of his resolve. He knew that today's battle was not only about his personal honor and disgrace, but also about the face and future of the Three Races Alliance. If they retreated now, the morale of the Three Races' prodigies would collapse completely, and they would never have a chance to recover.

"Deputy Commander..." A demon general beside him hesitated, his eyes filled with worry. The other demons also looked at each other, their hearts filled with resentment, but the shadow of death was deeply imprinted on their minds, making them stop in their tracks.

Lie Yi took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over every demon present, his voice low and firm: "Today's battle concerns the honor and disgrace of our three races. If we retreat now, how will we stand in the demon realm in the future? Do we want our descendants to laugh at us as cowards?"

His words struck like a heavy hammer, reverberating through the hearts of the demons. Some of them hardened their gazes, as if their inner fighting spirit had been rekindled.

Lie Yi certainly has a knack for boosting morale.

"Furthermore," Lie Yi continued, "Although Zheng Qian is strong, he has been fighting continuously for a long time, and his blood and spiritual energy must be depleted. We only need to buy time, and when he is exhausted, that will be our opportunity to counterattack. He is fighting more and more fiercely now, but he is just at the end of his rope. No living being can fight continuously without exhausting himself. When he is exhausted, that will be the time when he dies."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the previously hesitant prodigies, as if they had rediscovered a spark of hope. They nodded in agreement, preparing to step onto the battlefield once more, even knowing that their chances of survival were slim, they would fight for dignity and honor.

"Good!" Lie Lin shouted, his figure bursting up and rushing straight towards Zheng Qian. He was Lie Yi's kinsman, and he would support Lie Yi's decision with his life to awaken the bloodlust of the three races' prodigies. Even if he died, he would never retreat a single step.

Seeing this, Zheng Qian's lips curled into a cold smile. He didn't take these prodigies seriously, but he had to admit that Lie Yi's strategy had indeed caused him considerable trouble. Each time a prodigy was captured alive, a certain amount of spiritual energy and blood energy had to be consumed.

What they didn't know was that when Zheng Qian began to slay the demons of the three races, he no longer needed to worry about the consumption of spiritual energy and blood energy, because the mysterious liquid would automatically replenish his essence, energy, and spirit.

Lie Lin's speed was lightning fast, carrying a sense of determination and tragic grandeur. His fists howled, each strike containing a thirst for victory and a defense of the demon race's honor. However, Zheng Qian's reaction was equally swift. He moved with the agility of a ghost across the battlefield, each dodge perfectly timed, while simultaneously counterattacking with fierce swordsmanship. His sword light, like a dragon, slashed through the night sky, leaving trails of blood.

"Hmph, it's nothing but a death throes." Zheng Qian's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion. His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, each strike aimed directly at a vital point, intending to end the battle quickly.

Lie Lin did not back down. His eyes burned with an indomitable flame. Even though he was wounded in many places and his clothes were stained with blood, he still gritted his teeth and persevered, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and strength into this battle.

Just as Lie Lin and Zheng Qian were engaged in a fierce battle on the war-torn Huaxu Cliff, each strike containing power capable of shaking mountains and rivers, a strange, unprecedented light suddenly burst forth in the sky. This light was not something that could be found in the mortal world; it originated from ancient times, carrying a solemnity and sanctity that transcended time and space, instantly diluting the smoke and blood stench that permeated the battlefield.

Bathed in this light, an ancient and powerful force began to quietly gather in the center of the battlefield, like a sleeping dragon awakened, carrying boundless majesty and mystery. This power seemed to be responding to the most sincere call from the depths of the hearts of the three ancient races: the Flame Leopard Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Shadow Serpent Clan. Their shared memories and beliefs were awakened at this moment, weaving together a magnificent historical tapestry.

As the light grew brighter, an ancient and solemn totem slowly emerged in the center of the battlefield. This totem was not only a combination of the totems of the three major ethnic groups, but also a symbol of their shared beliefs and glory.

Under the influence of this power, Lie Lin and the other prodigies felt an unprecedented glimmer of hope in their eyes. They seemed to feel the protection of their ancestors, their blood began to boil, and an unprecedented power awakened within them.

At that moment, everyone stopped what they were doing in shock, their eyes fixed on the totem.

"The light of inspiration, this is the light of inspiration from the Demon Saint General."

"General Demon Saint, rest assured, we will definitely be able to kill Zheng Qian and protect the honor of our three clans."

The three races of demons were in an uproar! This was the inspiring light released by the Demon Saint General! This was not only an inspiring light for the demon race, but also a common inspiration and call to the three ancient races: the Flaming Leopard Clan, the Yuren Clan, and the Shadow Serpent Clan.

As a warrior of the Flame Leopard Clan, Lie Lin sensed the ancient power emanating from the totem and the light, a power that made his blood boil and his fighting spirit soar. He knew that this was not just about the outcome of a battle, but also about the honor of all three clans.

"Zheng Qian, die!" Lie Lin roared, his whole body engulfed in raging flames. As he charged toward Zheng Qian, he reversed his spiritual energy and self-destructed his demon core.

A deafening roar echoed across Huaxu Cliff, and blood rained down. Lie Lin's life resonated with the inspiring light of the Demon Saint General, awakening the fearless spirit of the three races' demon prodigies.

Zheng Qian used his spiritual energy to create a shield, blocking the flames of Lie Lin's self-destruction and the falling blood rain. His calm voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Next person."

Under the moonlight, Zheng Qian's battle with the demons of the three races grew increasingly fierce. Each clash was accompanied by the collision of spiritual energy and the splattering of demon blood, shrouding the entire battlefield in a chilling atmosphere.