Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 381 Leader of the Strategic Alliance

Zheng Qian kept talking, but Yun Youzi refused to take him to Qingqiu. Ya Lan had said that his power was less than five million, so he couldn't go to Qingqiu to find Jiang Siting.

Zheng Qian didn't know how strong Yun Youzi was, but compared to Ya Lan, the difference shouldn't be too great. So if Yun Youzi took Zheng Qian with him, there wouldn't be any problem at all.

Unfortunately, Yun Youzi disagreed.

"Master, what's fun to do in Qingqiu? Tell me about it."

Zheng Qian doesn't pretend anymore; he talks about Qingqiu all the time.

"Master, Qing..."

Suddenly, Zheng Qian stopped talking and stared blankly at the building in front of him.

The city walls stand tall and majestic, like a giant dragon winding its way across the land. Forged from a mixture of millennia-old cold iron and black stone, they have withstood countless storms and snowfalls, remaining indestructible and gleaming with a cold and awe-inspiring light. Atop the walls, imposing watchtowers and numerous cannon emplacements stand, each watchtower seemingly a divine remnant, safeguarding the peace of this land.

Shocking. Zheng Qian had seen no fewer than a hundred cities, but the city ahead of him was the most shocking to him.

Upon seeing the three large characters "Zhanlin City," Zheng Qian felt an even stronger sense of killing intent and a fearless fighting spirit.

The city walls are dotted with beacon towers, each one like the eye of a dragon, watching the movements on the other side of the rift valley day and night. Once any unusual activity by the demon race is detected, smoke signals will immediately rise and alarms will spread to every inch of human territory.

"War-Rising City has been established for three thousand years and has witnessed countless battles. It is the backbone of the human race and a milestone in the protection of human safety by our ancestors." Yun Youzi's voice was powerful and resonant. Every time he saw War-Rising City, it would awaken the fighting spirit in his blood.

"The Ghost Wind Rift Valley stretches for 350 miles and contains over a thousand fortresses of varying sizes, each with its own legendary tales. Its name originates from the massive rift that lies between the human and demon races, said to be a scar left at the dawn of creation, bottomless and chillingly deep. On one side of the rift is the Ghost Wind Plains, where humans thrive, and on the other is the Dark Forest, inhabited by the demon race. The main human forces guarding the fortresses are the Radiant Legion and the Strategic Alliance, while the demon race is led by the Yuren Clan, the Flaming Leopard Clan, the Shadow Serpent Clan, and the Ancient Tree Spirit Clan, with thousands of other demon races, and war breaks out almost daily."

Yun Youzi explained the basics of the Youfeng Rift Valley to Zheng Qian, even though he had already mentioned it during their journey. Upon seeing Zhanlin City, he couldn't help but reiterate it, stating his intention to pass on the mission of protecting humanity to Zheng Qian. Not only to Zheng Qian, but to pass it on from generation to generation, so that humanity could thrive and survive in the Cangyuan Realm, a world teeming with myriad races.

Three miles from Zhanlin City, Yun Youzi flew down from the boulder and walked towards the city gate.

Zheng Qian stored the boulder in his spatial ring, his eyes filled with awe as he faced the majestic Zhanlin City. He wouldn't even toss a scrap of paper on the ground, let alone a boulder. This was respect for the heroic city, and reverence for his ancestors.

Squeak... As Zheng Qian and Yun Youzi reached the foot of the city, the heavy city gate emitted a metallic scraping sound. Not only was the city gate made of metal, but even the ground was forged from metal.

A tall, gray-haired old man stood out, dressed in a long robe with a star-blue base, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and ancient runes. With each step he took, the robe swayed gently in the wind, like the brightest star in the night sky, powerful and mysterious.

"Old Diao." The old man quickly stepped forward and hugged Yun Youzi, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Qiongzhi." Yun Youzi smiled, a smile he hadn't shown in a long time, and quickly walked up to return the greeting with a hug.

Zheng Qian's brain couldn't keep up; he hadn't expected Yun Youzi to have the nickname "Old Deceitful." And the old man was quite interesting too, being called "Poor Will."

"Come here." Yun Youzi beckoned to Zheng Qian with a happy smile on his face and said, "This is my comrade-in-arms, Xiao Zhi, the leader of the Wisdom Alliance. From now on, you will call him Uncle Xiao."

"Qiong Zhi, this is my apprentice, Zheng Qian."

"Uncle Xiao." Zheng Qian bowed respectfully, now appearing as a mature and composed man, no longer the talkative one he once was.

Xiao Zhi, with his deep eyes, looked Zheng Qian up and down and said with a smile, "Old Diao, after three hundred years of searching for a disciple, you have finally found a good seedling to inherit your mantle."

"Haha, three hundred years of searching and waiting, not bad, right?" Yun Youzi was very proud of himself; he was extremely satisfied with Zheng Qian.

"Very good." Xiao Zhi's appreciation was obvious. He had his own judgment and also trusted Yun Youzi's vision.

"Old Diao" is not a nickname given casually.

Zheng Qian felt helpless; it was as if Xiao Zhi had seen right through him, leaving him with no secrets. Xiao Zhi, on the other hand, gave him a sense of serene acceptance and unfathomable wisdom that inspired awe.

Xiao Zhi is the kind of leader that inspires trust.

After passing through the heavy gate and walking through a hundred-meter-long passage, Zheng Qian's eyes lit up.

The streets crisscross, their cobblestone pavement gleaming softly in the setting sun, each stone bearing the weight of history. Shops line both sides, from pharmacies selling elixirs to enhance cultivation, to blacksmiths forging unparalleled weapons, and martial arts schools teaching advanced techniques. Each place is bustling with activity, showcasing that Zhanlin City is not only a military fortress but also a thriving city of cultivation.

"Zhanlin City has been built for 3,218 years, and millions of people have lived and thrived here. It is no longer just a war fortress, but also a warm and welcoming home." Xiao Zhi introduced Zhanlin City with pride in his eyes.

Warchill City has two major armed forces: the Radiant Legion and the Strategic Alliance. The Radiant Legion is the human army stationed in the Gloomwind Rift, protecting humanity. The Strategic Alliance, however, is the true master of Warchill City and the Gloomwind Rift.

Zheng Qian was filled with curiosity about everything here. He was also curious about how Yun Youzi had sent a message to Xiao Zhi, which led to the leader of the Wisdom Alliance personally coming out to greet him.

"Oh dear, look at my memory! I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to give Zheng Qian a gift." Xiao Zhi slapped his forehead, looking somewhat remorseful.

He then took out a dark-colored stone with fine cracks on its surface and handed it to Zheng Qian.

"Here, it's yours now."

Zheng Qian looked at Yun Youzi. If Yun Youzi didn't agree, he wouldn't take it either.

Yun Youzi's eyes gleamed as he desperately winked at Zheng Qian, while speaking politely, "Qiong Zhi, it's too precious. He doesn't need it at his level. But he has a spatial ring, so he should be able to store ten more."

Xiao Zhi shoved the object directly into Zheng Qian's hand, laughing and scolding, "Old Diao, after three hundred years, your skin is still as thick as ever."