I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Seeing the chairman and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes staring in disbelief, as if their worldviews had been reshaped, Zhang Yangqing remained calm, as if he had simply asked, "Has everyone eaten yet?"

He asked calmly, "Do you need me to say anything more?"

The chairman hurriedly waved his hand, the gesture almost exaggerated, and forced a slightly stiff smile: "No, no, no! No need to say anything! Brother, I already know you're very capable, extremely powerful!"

His inner voice screamed: Please stop pretending, bro! I'm about to lose my composure! If I keep listening, my Dao heart will be unstable!
He was afraid that Zhang Yangqing might say something even more shocking later.

After all, he knew how powerful Zhang Yangqing was. He was a strongman who could defeat him in a short period of training, a genius so great that even someone as talented as himself would call him a genius.

After a "frank" exchange, the three of them gained a "some" understanding of each other, at least on the surface.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes seemed to recover slightly from her shock. She cautiously looked at the chairman, her peach blossom eyes filled with genuine confusion and curiosity, and asked weakly, "Brother, are you and that brother with purple eyes from the same plane?"

Her expression seemed to say, "I'm just so surprised. Your styles seem so different. I was so shocked the first time I met him, why do you look like you're both used to it and completely overwhelmed?"

Upon hearing this, the chairman sighed heavily, his sigh filled with complex emotions, half helpless and half resigned, saying, "To be honest, if I hadn't seen him and me enter through the same entrance, I would have suspected that he was sent down from a higher dimension to experience life."

This statement sounds like a joking remark, but he was actually right about one thing: Zhang Yangqing did not belong to their plane of existence.

But it's not from a higher dimension; it's just the same dimension at most.

Zhang Yangqing was too lazy to continue these meaningless conversations with them, so he directly steered the topic back on track.

He looked at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, his tone returning to its previous calm and directness: "Those who can come here are basically seeking to break through the limits of their strength or extend their lifespan. Judging from your experiences, improving your strength on your own may not be difficult for you, so the key lies in 'lifespan'."

He paused, then continued, "Since you've already shared your experiences, I'll be frank with you. In our plane of existence, some powerful predecessors have visited this place. From the information they left behind, we learned that there is an 'Undying Tree' in this Undying Mountain, whose fruit has the miraculous effect of prolonging life. Our goal for this trip is to find it."

Zhang Yangqing changed the subject: "But the problem is that the Tree of Immortality is obviously not in this initial area. We also came from the docks and learned about the 'Life and Death Ships.' We judged that to reach other areas where the Tree of Immortality might exist, we must take a 'Life Ship' that can carry living people."

Therefore, we need more specific information on how to find and safely board the 'lifeboat,' and you happen to know some relevant clues. Would you be willing to 'cooperate'?

He looked calmly at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes. Although he used the word "cooperation" in his words, the implied meaning was self-evident.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes knew perfectly well that this wasn't a discussion, but a final ultimatum.

Refuse? The only outcome is death.

Her face immediately broke into a flawless smile, tinged with joy and obedience, and she quickly replied, "No problem! Brothers! I know roughly where that old laborer works, I'll definitely take you to him! It's my honor to cooperate with you two!"

As she spoke, she tried to move closer, assuming a posture of completely integrating into the team. However, Zhang Yangqing raised his hand to stop her, his eyes sharp as knives, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "I know you are shrewd and capable, and perhaps trustworthy in certain situations, but you know the rules of this place better than I do. This place is full of betrayal and killing, and I cannot entrust my back to someone I have just met who is equally cunning."

He stared directly into the eyes of the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes and said, word by word, "Therefore, I need to plant a 'mark' on you. If you harbor any ill will towards us or attempt to betray us, I will immediately detonate the mark, annihilating your soul and spirit. If you find this condition unreasonable and unacceptable, then there is no need to continue our 'cooperation'."

Zhang Yangqing would never naively believe that she would not betray him just because she appeared weak and submissive at this moment.

This woman was quite capable, and her intellect was among the best he had ever met; almost every word she uttered was laced with probing and calculation.

That seemingly simple question was actually an exploration of the relationship between the two people.
For such dangerous individuals, necessary control measures are absolutely essential.

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes froze for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of humiliation and anger flashing deep in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She nodded in agreement almost without hesitation: "Alright! Brother, you can plant it! I won't say a word!"

She knew very well that here, there was no like or dislike, only life or death.

If you can't resist, you can only accept it.

Zhang Yangqing said no more, extended his right index finger, and a trace of extremely subtle yet terrifying chaotic energy condensed at the fingertip.

He swiftly drew a complex and ancient rune between the eyebrows of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

The runes shimmered with a faint light. Although the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes could not see their specific shapes, she could clearly feel a cold and powerful force trying to invade her sea of ​​consciousness.

She suppressed her instinctive resistance and discomfort, and completely let down her guard.

The rune was completed quickly. With a flash of light, it seeped silently into the skin between her eyebrows, like water droplets seeping into a sponge, and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Zhang Yangqing withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Don't worry, this is just a precaution. As long as we find the Tree of Immortality and obtain what we need, we will naturally remove the mark, set you free, and everyone can return to their respective positions."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes felt a faint sense of restraint between her brows, her heart filled with mixed emotions, but she remained respectful on the surface: "Understood, I will do my best."

At this point, the chairman took over the conversation and began to inquire about more specific information: "You've been here for seven months, so you should have a good understanding of the situation in the village. Tell me, besides yourself, who else are some noteworthy outsiders?"
Among the indigenous people, are there any rules or figures that require special attention? Especially that little boy with one white eye, what do you know about him?

His question went straight to the point; since everyone had already opened up, let's just say it directly. (End of Chapter)