Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 372 Zheng Qian is Rich

Zheng Qian stopped in his tracks. There were 318 geniuses from the four sects who were facing him head-on at Qianfeng Mountain, and they were all gathered together at this moment.

"Zheng Qian, have you handed over your 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals?"

"Yes, you said that if you lose, you get 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals, and if we lose, all our belongings are yours. You can't go back on your word."

"We can't renege on our promises, otherwise what's the point of us fighting this battle in the pouring rain?"

The four geniuses were all very excited. Their pressure on Zheng Qian to take the spirit crystals was actually a way of proclaiming that they too had participated in the battle and should receive a share. Otherwise, if the four prodigies divided up all the spirit crystals, they wouldn't get a single one. Wouldn't they be getting soaked in the rain for nothing, working for them while watching them get rich?

Zheng Qian sneered. He raised his head and looked at the geniuses of the four sects, saying coldly, "There are 318 disciples participating in the battle on the mountaintop. I knocked out 256 of them and eliminated them. There are still 62 who have not been eliminated. If you do not admit defeat, these 62 people, please step forward and fight to the death."

The four geniuses fell silent instantly. Judging from Zheng Qian's tone, Dongfang Yifeng and the other three had been defeated.

"Zheng Qian, you've already been defeated and eliminated, how can you fight anymore?"

"That's right. You were defeated by Dongfang Yifeng and You Laohu. According to the rules set by Senior Dongfang and the others, and the bet you mentioned, you should hand over 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals."

"Yes, hand over 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals, or you're just cheating."

The four geniuses were thrilled. Thirty thousand mid-grade spirit crystals was more money than they could earn in ten lifetimes, so naturally they wouldn't let Zheng Qian leave.

"Is it possible that Zheng Qian won?" A small voice rang out in the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the chorus of condemnation.

"How could that be? You Laohu and his men were defeated, and I, Deng Gang, will perform a handstand while defecating on the spot."

"Aren't Dongfang Yifeng and Wu Ye the strongest prodigies? If the four of them joined forces, even a Liquid Aperture Realm expert would be defeated. There's no way they could lose."

Just then, four figures appeared on Qianfeng Mountain and flew down from the mountaintop.

"They're here. Dongfang Yifeng and You Laohu are here."

"The answer will soon be clear: Zheng Qian must have been defeated and wanted to run away beforehand."

"Hehe, Zheng Qian, You Laohu and the others are here. Let's see how you try to argue and cheat now."

The disciples of the four sects watched the four figures expectantly, but when they flew closer, everyone turned pale and couldn't utter a word.

Dongfang Yifeng, You Laohu, Ye Lanshuang, and Wu Ye flew horizontally through the air before gently landing in front of the four sect disciples. Their eyes were closed, as if they were asleep. Even as the torrential rain fell on their faces, they showed no sign of waking.

They lost. The four strongest prodigies were defeated and passed out. They couldn't wake up even after being drenched in the rain.

Only then did the disciples of the four sects realize the seriousness of the problem. If Zheng Qian defeated all of them, then they would all be stepping stones for Zheng Qian to become famous.

"How is this possible?" the disciples of the Nan Ye Ji Sect exclaimed, unable to believe it was true.

Li Zun is widely recognized as the strongest warrior in the Dragon Shaping Realm in the Southern Region, followed by You Laohu, Dongfang Yifeng, Ye Lanshuang, and Wu Ye. Even with the combined strength of the top five warriors in the Southern Region, they couldn't defeat Zheng Qian alone.

From today onwards, the strongest combat power in the Southern Region's Dragon Shaping Realm will fall to Zheng Qian, and Li Zun will have to step aside.

"How is that possible?" Zheng Qian sneered, his eyes sweeping over the geniuses of the four sects. Those he saw all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. He continued, "The battle is not over yet. There are still sixty-two people who have not been defeated. Now, I, Zheng Qian, formally challenge the last sixty-two to a duel to determine who is superior and who will live or die."

To determine who is superior and who is inferior, and to decide life and death?

The sixty-two players who were still in the competition were instantly dumbfounded. "Brother, have some face, okay? We, more than three hundred people, couldn't even beat you when we ganged up on you. How could we, sixty-two people, possibly beat you?"

Zheng Qian wasn't the type to force them to fight. He originally just wanted to announce the results and leave, but he didn't expect that the people from the four sects would keep their eyes on his 30,000 mid-grade spirit crystals and make things difficult for him here.

Alright, since you're making things difficult for me, then I won't hold back.

The sixty-two people remained silent, their heads bowed. They were the ones who had shouted the loudest for the spirit crystals earlier.

"Afraid to accept the challenge?" Zheng Qian scoffed, continuing, "According to the bet, the loser must hand over their belongings. You were teleported down by my master because he is kind-hearted. But you didn't hold back at all when you attacked me. If you don't hand them over and admit defeat, I will take action again, knock you all unconscious, and take them myself."

The four geniuses looked at each other, none of them willingly handing over their valuables.

Zheng Qian sneered. He raised his foot, and his aura slowly rose. His spiritual energy was released, and the rainstorm exploded twenty centimeters away from his body, shattering mercilessly.

A murderous intent, a real murderous intent, surged from Zheng Qian, almost turning into a sea of ​​blood.

The four geniuses retreated in unison, Zheng Qian's killing intent being the strongest they had ever witnessed. This kind of blood-sea-like, tangible killing intent could not be possessed by anyone who had not emerged from piles of corpses.

"I surrender."

Finally, someone couldn't withstand Zheng Qian's pressure. He put his sword on the ground and then put his money bag on the ground as well.

"My weapon and thirty low-grade spirit crystals are all here. I concede."

With someone taking the lead, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the first person to do it needs more courage. And once someone takes the lead, others will follow suit.

“I also admit defeat and hand over the weapons and money.”

"If we couldn't even defeat the Four Great Prodigies, we're even less likely to win. We must admit defeat, admit defeat outright."

The people behind them were more carefree; they all handed over their weapons and money bags, and seemed much more relaxed.

Sixty-two men handed over their weapons and money pouches, but Zheng Qian's killing intent remained undiminished as he looked at the others. They had been shouting merrily just now, and he hadn't had time to search them; according to the rules, they too should hand them over.

"Me too, we have to hand it in too?"

Zheng Qian sneered, his killing intent intensifying: "I just heard Deng Gang say that he was doing a handstand while defecating, and you don't have to pay up. But when I make my move, I'll make you all do a handstand while defecating."

"We'll hand it over, we'll hand it over right now." Deng Gang, his face flushed, was the first to hand over the weapons and money. He regretted it deeply; why had he been so quick to speak out of turn?

Then, everyone obediently handed over their weapons and money bags, no longer daring to show any emotion.

They were all cultivators, and killing intent only grew stronger through constant killing and experience. Zheng Qian's killing intent was so strong that he had killed at least 30,000, if not 50,000; they dared not act rashly.

Besides, Zheng Qian had the strength to take on all of them single-handedly. Their lives were either saved by Zheng Qian holding back or by Yun Youzi intervening; what complaints could they possibly have?

If anyone's to blame, it's that they were blinded by greed and too eager for 30,000 spirit crystals.

After everyone handed over their weapons and money bags, Zheng Qian neither smiled nor got angry; he didn't even care about this little bit of money.

Zheng Qian released his spiritual energy and vanished in a flash, much to the astonishment of the disciples from the four sects.

A spatial ring! Zheng Qian actually has a spatial ring! My god, only a handful of elders and the sect leader in the sect probably possess spatial rings, and Zheng Qian actually has two.

They're rich, incredibly rich.

Zheng Qian raised the spatial ring in his hand and sneered.

"It's just a spatial ring. Don't make a fuss like you've never seen anything like it before."