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

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes gazed into the distance, as if she were looking towards a far future: "I want those children who are born to crawl through mines and tunnels to know that the word 'sky' is not just a cold, lifeless word in a textbook."

Rather, it is a vast, real existence, something we can look up to and breathe in. I want them to know what the wind feels like, what the rain sounds like, and what the real stars look like.

Towards the end, her voice lowered, carrying an indescribable sadness and self-mockery:
"Don't laugh at me, brother, but in our area, many people may never be able to leave that dark, damp, dusty, and dangerous mine in their entire lives. They never truly breathe a breath of outside air from birth to death."

The chairman, who was walking in front, was actually listening intently the whole time.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn around, take a few steps closer, and reveal a confident smile as he said to the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes:
"It's no big deal. When the time comes, I'll teach you a few tricks! The situation is much better in the plane this guy and I live in! The monsters there have long been tamed by us humans! We are the masters of the world, and those monsters can only eke out a living in the gutter! We..."

Seeing that he was about to continue his boasting, Zhang Yangqing interrupted him impatiently: "Who the hell asked you? Go watch where you're going! You haven't even figured out what's going on ahead yet, and you're still spouting nonsense?"

The chairman was glared at by Zhang Yangqing, gave an embarrassed smile, touched his nose, and quickly turned around to refocus his attention on the investigation ahead.

Zhang Yangqing then looked at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes again, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and confusion:

"According to what you said, you were exploited and abandoned by that world from a young age, and even sold by your family to work as a miner. You should be filled with hatred for that world and its people. Why did you later choose to help humanity? And even make it your wish?"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes gave a somewhat complicated smile.

That smile held memories, warmth, and a touch of sadness.

She looked at Zhang Yangqing, her peach blossom eyes sparkling, and asked softly, "That's another story. Would you like to hear it?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the chairman who was still scouting ahead, and at the seemingly endless, blood-red mountains shrouded in mist. He felt that the journey was still very long, and casually said, "Go ahead and tell me."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes took a deep breath, her gaze becoming distant, as if she had traveled through a long period of time, returning to that dark and damp mine and to an even more distant past:

"At first, I was filled with hatred, resentment towards my own weakness, and resentment towards how my parents treated me. I thought that one day when I could become strong, I would definitely kill those who oppressed me and make everyone who looked down on me and hurt me pay the price."

Later, by sheer chance, I unearthed that priceless treasure deep within the mine. With it, I desperately escaped that hellish place. The mine's management dispatched several teams of skilled hunters to hunt me down across the world. At that time, my heart was consumed by the flames of revenge. Hatred was like a rein deeply embedded in my flesh, constantly lashing at me, driving me forward, driving me to become stronger, and I couldn't stop.

Her voice was calm, but Zhang Yangqing could hear the turbulent undercurrents beneath that calm.

“Once, I was seriously injured and starved for several days. I was almost unconscious at the junction of abandoned underground pipes. I thought I was going to rot away in obscurity. That’s when I met a woman, a very beautiful woman.”

Zhang Yangqing, playing the role of a proper straight man, casually asked, "How does she compare to you?" The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes answered almost without hesitation, frankly, "I'm not as good as her, not in terms of looks. Her beauty is the kind that, even if she's in the dirtiest mud, her eyes remain clear and bright, making you feel like you're still a 'human being' when she looks at you."
I was covered in grime, bruises all over, and my eyes were like those of a mad dog, while she, though dressed simply and even patched, was clean and tidy, and had a gentle smile.

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts to describe that encounter that had profoundly impacted her.

“She lived in the most chaotic and dangerous edge of that underground city, making a living by prostitution, but most of the money she earned went to supporting a group of orphans she adopted, disabled elderly people, and abandoned women. She herself ate very little and wore the oldest clothes, leaving the best for those she cared for.”

“At the time, I didn’t understand at all. I thought she was stupid, and even a little angry at her for not living up to her expectations. I thought she should be more selfish and treat herself better. Who knows if the children she adopted will turn out to be ungrateful when they grow up?”

In fact, I did overhear some older, more mature teenagers gossiping about her 'job' behind her back, their tone filled with disdain and contempt. When I heard that, I was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush out and teach those ungrateful brats a lesson.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes clenched her fists slightly, as if she were feeling the resentment she felt back then.

"But when she found out, she wasn't angry. She just calmly told me that only those who have actually fallen into an ice hole and almost drowned know how cold the water is and how deep the despair is."

"She said she wasn't a saint, and she never thought about saving anyone. She just didn't want to feel helpless when she saw the same look in people's eyes, just like her brother did before he died."

"Finally, she gave an example: if she were a selfish person, she could have used me to exchange for a reward when my life was hanging by a thread, but she didn't, and I survived. That's fate. I didn't argue with it, nor could I."

"After she passed away from her serious illness, I gave those gossiping teenagers a good beating, and then settled them and the rest of the people in a relatively safe settlement, leaving them with some resources and money, and letting them fend for themselves."

"By then, I was much stronger than before, and my original enemies had fallen one by one, directly or indirectly, as I continued to grow stronger. But after I had taken my revenge, I suddenly didn't know what to do next. I felt empty inside. At that moment, I suddenly understood what she meant."

"Later, I went on adventures everywhere, became stronger and stronger, and came into contact with higher and higher levels. I saw those so-called strong people who were high and mighty and looked down on the lower classes as ants, and I also saw ordinary people who refused to give up helping each other even in desperate situations."

“I started to use my abilities, consciously or unconsciously, to eliminate threats near some underground settlements, explore relatively safe routes, and pass on different kinds of strange intelligence. Gradually, this seemed to become something I was used to doing.”

"Looking at those who escaped annihilation because of the information I provided, looking at a small settlement that gained a clean water source because of my cleanup operation, and seeing the smiles on the children's faces, I felt like I had found another kind of 'living'."

She raised her head and looked at Zhang Yangqing. Her peach blossom eyes no longer held their usual charm or scheming, but instead showed a rare clarity and composure.

"Brother, I didn't really think about all those grand principles. I also know that I can't change that hopeless world of the Nine Netherworld by myself. Even if I find a way to extend my lifespan, it probably won't be very long. I won't have time to experience too many complex love and hate, or the meaning of life."

"I just feel that having a goal is better than living aimlessly, or being driven solely by hatred like before. At least, it's my own choice." (End of Chapter)