Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 415 Blocking the Door for 3 Days

At four in the morning, before the sky had even begun to lighten, the surroundings were shrouded in a mysterious, deep blue mist, as if the whole world was immersed in a profound dream.

Amidst the biting wind of the fortress, the ancient walls howled and wailed. At that moment, a figure silently appeared atop the fortress – Zheng Qian. Clad in black, he stood tall and straight as a pine tree, his eyes gleaming with an unwavering dedication and yearning for the way of the sword.

Silence reigned all around, save for the cold glint of the heavy sword in Zheng Qian's hand. He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the spiritual energy of the world into his chest. Then, he slowly raised his sword, the tip lightly touching the ground, and an invisible sword aura instantly erupted, sweeping away the surrounding mist.

As Zheng Qian moved, the sword shadows danced like dragons, soaring and leaping through the air. Each swing of the sword carried a whistling sound, as if to tear apart the silent night sky. His swordsmanship was sometimes as swift as thunder, sometimes as graceful as flowing clouds, each move embodying his profound understanding and relentless pursuit of the way of the sword.

At four in the morning at Huaxu Cliff Fortress, Zheng Qian's sword shadow became the only scenery in this world.

Ma Yi opened his eyes. The sharp sword energy made a whistling sound as it cut through the air, like a bomb in his ears. His morning grumpiness filled his chest. Which madman was practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

"You conspicuous bastard, practicing swordsmanship at this time, is it to highlight your diligence?" Ma Yi was very annoyed. He suddenly lifted the tent flap and strode through the military camp. When he saw the figure practicing swordsmanship, his morning grumpiness disappeared, and he fell silent instead.

Zheng Qian, this person is actually Zheng Qian who was seriously injured yesterday.

For an ordinary person, practicing swordsmanship at this time is just to attract attention, but for Zheng Qian, it's out of diligence.

Prodigies always put in more effort than ordinary people.

"General Ma, you're up too." Lei Ruichen walked to Ma Yi's side, carrying his battle hammer, clearly also ready to start training.

"Hmm." Ma Yi nodded, then asked curiously, "Do you all get up at four in the morning to cultivate?"

Lei Ruichen blushed, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and said embarrassedly, "I used to be very lazy, but when I saw Zheng Qian get up at four in the morning to cultivate every day, I realized that he was already so powerful and still worked so hard. I wanted to learn from him, so I got up and started practicing with him, hoping to catch up with him."

When Lei Ruichen spoke, his eyes shone with light, and even more so with admiration for Zheng Qian.

"You mean Zheng Qian gets up at four o'clock every day to practice swordsmanship?" Ma Yi couldn't believe it. Was he really that hardworking?

“Yes, I saw him practicing swordsmanship alone on the mountaintop when I was on patrol. He’s the most hardworking person I’ve ever seen.” Lei Ruichen looked at Zheng Qian, his admiration growing even stronger. He wouldn’t dare say he could catch up with Zheng Qian, but he could follow in Zheng Qian’s footsteps and grow rapidly.

"I understand, go and cultivate!" Ma Yi's morning grumpiness erupted again, even worse than before.

Morning grumpiness doesn't disappear, it just shifts.

Back in the military camp, he kicked Ma Haoli off the bed.

"Agh..." Ma Haoli was still dreaming when a huge pain shot through his body and he instantly woke up, letting out a howl in the air.

"Which son of a bitch is bothering your grandpa..." Ma Haoli instinctively started cursing; he was known for his bad temper when he woke up.

“It’s your grandfather.” Ma Yi was even more annoyed and threw two more big punches at him.

"You bastard, you think you're all grown up now, daring to call yourself my grandpa." Ma Yi felt great hitting him, finally having someone to vent his morning grumpiness on.

"Ow..."

"Grandpa... Ouch..."

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, ouch..."

Ten minutes later, Ma Haoli emerged from the tent with a pig's head on his head. A cold wind blew, and he shivered, quickly pulling his clothes tighter.

"You little bastard, go practice your sword." Ma Yi kicked Ma Haoli in the butt again, and Ma Haoli fell face-first into the dirt.

Ma Haoli was almost in tears. He got up and said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, what are you practicing your sword in the middle of the night? In the entire Youfeng Rift Valley, can you find anyone who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night to cultivate? I'll eat shit."

Ma Yi stared coldly at Ma Haoli, who felt uneasy under Ma Yi's gaze. Just as he was about to argue, he heard the sound of sword energy cutting through the air.

"Damn, which lunatic is practicing swordsmanship outside in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Ma Haoli couldn't understand who was practicing swordsmanship so diligently. Did they think that getting up early to practice swordsmanship would make them invincible?

Following the sound, Ma Haoli heard the sound of a hammer, which made him even more curious.

Who's the one who's sick in the head, staying up in the middle of the night to cultivate, causing him to get beaten up?

"Lei Ruichen, you're a lunatic! What are you doing practicing this in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Ma Haoli was very annoyed when he saw Lei Ruichen waving a hammer.

If you hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night to practice with your hammer, would I have gotten beaten up?

"Ma Haoli, you piece of trash! You're wasting your precious time cultivating, what are you doing sleeping? If you died three years earlier, how much sleep would you have needed?" Lei Ruichen retorted to Ma Haoli without any politeness, his good mood ruined by Ma Haoli's shout.

"Hey, Ma Haoli, why are you covered in bruises?" Lei Ruichen asked, seeing Ma Haoli's swollen face. He suspected that the Shadow Serpent Clan had ambushed him last night.

"It's all because you went crazy first thing in the morning!" Ma Haoli roared, suddenly noticing a figure in black in the darkness. If you weren't paying attention, you would have easily overlooked his presence.

Walking over and taking a closer look, Ma Haoli shouted in disbelief, "Zheng Qian?"

Zheng Qian grinned: "Good morning."

In the darkness, Zheng Qian revealed his white teeth and the whites of his eyes. He had just heard Ma Haoli's footsteps. He sheathed his sword and stood up, almost merging into the void, just to test whether the spatial technique could hide from Ma Haoli's perception.

The effect was obvious; without careful observation, Ma Haoli really didn't notice him.

"So it's Zheng Qian! I knew it! Who else could be so diligent besides you?" Ma Haoli immediately put on a smile and began to flatter him.

"Pah, shameful." Lei Ruichen spat and continued practicing his hammering.

Ma Haoli completely ignored Lei Ruichen and said with a smile, "Zheng Qian, you are truly our role model. You can slay the Fierce Dragon and still work so hard. I want to learn from you."

Ma Yi was very satisfied with Ma Haoli's performance. If Ma Yi didn't consciously practice his sword skills, he wouldn't mind showing off his martial arts skills in front of Zheng Qian and the others.

At this moment, Ma Yi was wide awake; he had not yet been able to vent his morning grumpiness.

"Since I can't sleep, then nobody should sleep either," Ma Yi thought to himself, a resolute smile playing on his lips. He donned his battle robe and strode towards the tent.

Waaah...waaah...waaah...

Three melodious and profound horn calls echoed above Huaxu Cliff, their sound seemingly transcending the boundaries of time and space, awakening all things from their slumber. These horn calls were Ma Yi's command, and also the rallying cry for the 50,000-strong anti-deception army.

In an instant, the Huaxu Cliff was brightly lit, and 50,000 elite troops surged in from all directions like a tidal wave. They were clad in iron armor, wielding long spears, their steps perfectly synchronized, their momentum overwhelming. Their eyes gleamed with unwavering determination and loyalty, as if they were ready to give everything for Ma Yi's orders at any moment.

"Attention! Eyes forward!" Ma Yifei shouted from mid-air, his voice booming like a bell, each word clearly reaching the ears of every soldier. The anti-deception troops quickly adjusted their formation, standing ramrod straight, like a moving Great Wall of steel.

"Morning exercise, let's begin."

With Ma Yi's command, the morning training officially began. Fifty thousand soldiers brandished their spears in the dawn light, their spear shadows like dragons, their momentum overwhelming. They marched in formation, their steps steady; at other times, they shifted formations, their movements flexible and unpredictable. Each swing of their spears was accompanied by a gust of wind, as if even the air itself trembled.

Ma Yi watched every detail intently from the air, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single minor mistake. He knew that every effort he made was to secure more peace and tranquility for this land and its people in the upcoming battle.

Upon hearing the horn and seeing the 50,000-strong anti-deception army practicing in the morning, the disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect were completely wide awake.

"Disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect, listen to my command! Get up and begin your cultivation!" With Li Ming's order, the disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect began their cultivation, and a grand scene of human morning exercises unfolded on Huaxu Cliff.

The sound of horns reached the Huaxu Cliff Fortress, and Lie Yuchen suddenly sat up, roaring angrily, "Ma Yi, you madman, what's wrong with you so early in the morning? Are you planning to attack the city?"

Lie Yuchen walked towards the city wall. He was puzzled as to why he had not heard any sounds of fighting or reports of the human race attacking the city.

When Lie Yuchen saw the 50,000 elite troops clad in heavy armor, wielding weapons, tirelessly practicing their killing techniques again and again, he was completely stunned.

Are humans really that desperate?

The more Lie Yuchen looked, the heavier his mood became. He discovered that all the humans were doing morning exercises, and Ma Yi was even flying around in the air, not touching the formation, supervising and guiding the soldiers' training.

That's too much; no wonder the human race can defeat all three races.

"All demons, listen to my command! Get up and cultivate!" Lie Yuchen roared, his voice echoing throughout Huaxu Cliff, filled with anger and killing intent.

The humans are training so hard, and my soldiers are still fast asleep. Is that acceptable?

Inside the Huaxu Cliff Fortress, the soldiers of the three races trembled in fear at Lie Yuchen's roar, and they all hurriedly got up to cultivate.

"What's going on, General? The humans are already blocking the gates outside. Instead of conserving our energy and being ready for battle at any moment, why are we suddenly starting a training exercise?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You dare to question the General's orders? If you're looking for death, don't drag me down with you."

A strange scene unfolded at Huaxu Cliff: the human race was training outside, while the three races were training inside, with shouts of battle rising higher and higher as they competed to test their strength.

Zheng Qian's expression was strange. He could understand the prodigies getting up early to cultivate, but the Ghost Army also getting up early to drill? Was this a joke?

Most importantly, both humans and demons are practicing, which is quite interesting.

Go ahead and fight! Is the battlefield all about who trains the hardest and makes the loudest noise?

Zheng Qian didn't think much of it and buried himself in practicing his sword. No matter how hard others tried, he just focused on his own practice according to his own schedule.

A pale blue hue quietly spread across the sky, contrasting beautifully with the ancient stone walls of the fortress. A light mist swirled around, shrouding this sturdy fortress in mystery.

After the Ghost-Slaying Army finished their morning training, the Radiant Legion had already delivered breakfast to the area below the Void-Transforming Cliff. The aroma of demonic beast meat filled the air, whetting everyone's appetite.

The gates of Huaxu Cliff Fortress remained tightly closed, showing no intention of coming out to fight.

Zheng Qian had a rare moment of leisure. He didn't summon the demons of the three clans to fight, nor did he chat with everyone. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and read a book attentively.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled patterns on his face and adding to his otherworldly aura.

Although the soldiers around them were attracted by the aroma of the monster meat, they were also unconsciously infected by Zheng Qian's focused posture, and they all slowed down their eating speed. Occasionally, someone would cast an admiring glance and whisper about Zheng Qian's achievements. The entire camp was filled with an atmosphere that was both peaceful and full of power.

A long, drawn-out bell rang out, and the three clans acknowledged that Zheng Qian had successfully blocked the gate for forty-eight hours, or two days. However, they remained with the gate tightly shut, neither challenging nor engaging in battle, as if Zheng Qian and his fifty thousand elite troops were not present.

"What's wrong with Lie Yucheng? The gate-blocking battles are always extremely fierce, so why is he acting like a coward here?" Feng Yingte lay down next to Zheng Qian, completely letting loose and focusing on being Zheng Qian's mount.

"I heard that Lie Long is the most powerful prodigy in the early stage of the Zen Demon Realm. Even he can't beat Zheng Qian. Lie Yuchen can't send out a stronger prodigy either, so of course he won't come out to fight. Otherwise, it would be no different from sending himself to his death." Li Zun was eating sunflower seeds. They were chatting casually in the open space, not worried at all about the three races suddenly attacking them.

"Can you guys be a little more serious? This is supposed to be a door-blocking game, but you're acting like you're on vacation." Zheng Qian picked up the juice on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then leaned back in his recliner to sunbathe.

Ma Yi was very good at handling things. Seeing that Lie Yuchen didn't come out to fight and Zheng Qian was unwilling to leave and kept guarding outside the door, he simply arranged a table and snacks for him and served him comfortably.

Ma Haoli poured Zheng Qian a full glass of juice and said, "They used a war of attrition earlier, but Zheng Qian captured a group of them alive and killed another group. If a large number of their Zen Demon Realm prodigies were to die, then Lie Yuchen's position as the Great General would probably be in jeopardy. That's why he called a truce and waited for the mid-stage Zen Demon Realm prodigies to come out and fight."

"Although Ma Haoli looks stupid and cowardly, what he says is somewhat credible. I also think that Lie Yuchen and the others couldn't defeat Zheng Qian's prodigy, so they simply kept stalling for time, which is why they didn't come out to fight." Lei Ruichen shared the same opinion as Ma Haoli; Lie Yuchen was unwilling to let the prodigy come out to die.

Zheng Qian didn't care. As long as he lay there, his military merits would continue to accumulate. It was 10,000 military merits a day, and it didn't require constant fighting to increase them. As long as he persisted, the military merits and time were calculated and verifiable.

On the third day, Zheng Qian continued to block the gate, but the demons still refused to fight. Zheng Qian stood under the city gate and roared.

"You monsters of the three races, come out and fight! I beg for your defeat!"

The gates of Huaxu Cliff Fortress remained tightly shut. No one responded to Zheng Qian, nor did anyone come out to fight. Zheng Qian and his companions were on vacation, eating, drinking, and having fun during the day, reading and sleeping at night, and getting up at four in the morning to practice their swordsmanship.

Ding… The third long chime rang out, and the three clans acknowledged that Zheng Qian had successfully blocked the gate for three days and seventy-two hours. From this moment on, the prodigies sent by the three clans to fight were mid-stage Zen Demon Realm and Zen Spirit Demon Integration Realm cultivators, two realms higher than Zheng Qian.