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

The mysterious old man suddenly appeared, leaving the laborers who were originally going to move the wet goods completely dumbfounded!
They were just low-level laborers at the docks, and they had to be careful to serve even the minor stewards of the Hidden Clan who had a little status. They had never seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon or felt such a saintly pressure as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking.

Almost instinctively, the four laborers crawled and tumbled to the ground, pressing their foreheads hard against the cold, rough earth. They trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, not daring to breathe, their hearts filled with boundless fear and bewilderment.

I was just moving a corpse, how did I manage to disturb this ancestor who I only heard about in legends and who was like a god?
In the end what happened! ?

Zhang Yangqing was also calmly observing this hidden clan patriarch.

The old man's appearance was indeed very strange. His upper body was as thin as a dried mummy, with his skin clinging to his bones and almost no muscles visible. His ribs were clearly visible, his neck was long and thin, and his head also appeared somewhat small.

But in stark contrast were his exceptionally thick, muscular thighs, brimming with explosive power!
Those legs seemed to contain the immense power to support the heavens and the earth, creating an extremely incongruous yet strangely harmonious contrast with the withered upper body.

At first glance, Zhang Yangqing had a thought: Could this old guy have attained sainthood through "leg skills"? Has he concentrated all his cultivation and laws into his legs? No wonder every step he took when he walked through the air caused ripples in space.

Not long after, a slightly disheveled but fast-moving figure flew over from the edge of the clouds and landed behind the Hidden Clan Ancestor. It was Tong Xu, who had just "recovered some of his strength".

He saw Zhang Yangqing standing alone below, his face calm, and a vengeful pleasure and a hint of triumph flashed in his eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse whose fate was already sealed.

He forced a show of force and sneered at Zhang Yangqing, "Hmph! Why aren't you running anymore? Weren't you running so fast just now? Let's see how long you can be arrogant in front of the Ancestor!"

Zhang Yangqing didn't even turn his head to look at him, as if he were just a noisy fly, and casually said, "Get out of here, you have no right to speak."

The tone was extremely calm, yet it carried a condescending indifference, as if two adults were dealing with something and were telling an ignorant child not to interrupt.

Upon hearing this, Tongxu's face turned red with anger, his chest tightened, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood!
He was, after all, a half-saint at the Great Perfection stage, an ancestor-level figure who dominated a port area. How could he have ever been so scorned?

He dared not lash out at Zhang Yangqing, and quickly turned to the Hidden Clan Ancestor, bowing and clasping his hands in a gesture of grievance and self-praise: "Ancestor, please understand! Just now at the dock, it wasn't that I was weak and evenly matched with him, but rather that I was concerned for the lives and property of the many clansmen at the dock, and hesitated to act with full force, which allowed this madman to escape by chance."

He went on and on, trying to prove that he was actually better than Zhang Yangqing, but was limited by objective conditions.

The Hidden Clan Ancestor's face, shrouded in shadow, seemed to turn towards Zhang Yangqing. His gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing for a moment before he spoke slowly in a dry, hoarse voice to Tong Xu, who was eager to explain: "No, you are no match for him."

Tong Xu choked upon hearing this, his expression instantly freezing. He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

The Hidden Clan Ancestor continued, his tone devoid of any emotion: "Don't believe me? You can go down now and have another match with him."

Tong Xu dared not disbelieve his ancestor's words, much less question them to his face.

But he was truly unconvinced. Everyone was at the Great Perfection of Half-Saint, so why did the Ancestor conclude that I was no match for him?
Could it be that he only looked a little pale because he just spat out blood?
At this moment, it was clear that the patriarch wanted to handle the matter personally. If I were to step forward again, wouldn't I appear to be ignorant of my place and offend the patriarch?
Tong Xu gritted his teeth, swallowing back his resentment and bitterness, and could only respectfully reply, "Yes, Ancestor, you are wise and discerning." He then took a few steps back, stood with his hands at his sides, indicating that he understood.

The Hidden Clan Ancestor then focused all his attention back on Zhang Yangqing.

He looked down at the "extraterrestrial demon" who stood straight despite his oppressive aura, his gaze seemingly flickering with two eerie lights in the shadows.

The voice of the Hidden Clan Ancestor rang out, carrying an indifferent air of life and death: "Young friend, you are quite strong and courageous. It's a pity that you shouldn't have come to the Undying Mountain, and even more so, you shouldn't have injured my Hidden Clan members and disturbed my peaceful cultivation. Considering that you've come this far, I'll give you some face. Do you have any last words?"

This is usually just polite talk from a strong person before crushing an ant, to show off their magnanimity. No one takes it seriously, and no one expects the other person to actually say it.

However, Zhang Yangqing actually spoke up: "I am indeed very curious, how did you find my location so accurately? I think I did a pretty good job of concealing my aura, and I also took a detour after leaving the dock."

The hidden clan patriarch seemed to be taken aback, probably not expecting Zhang Yangqing to ask this.

He would never bother explaining such things to a dying person under normal circumstances.

But at this moment, I've at least managed to impress the other side by making them say their last words. Since you asked, I'll say it.

The idea of ​​showcasing one's superior skills, making the opponent die knowing the truth, and thus highlighting one's own strength naturally arises.

This is just the show-off of a strong person. After all, he thinks, so what if Zhang Yangqing knows this? He's still doomed.

The Hidden Clan member chuckled lightly, a hint of arrogance in his voice, and casually said, "When you fought Tong Xu, the core law power you used leaned towards the 'fist' style—fierce and powerful. Your fist intent penetrated your body, shaking the void. Although you are not a Saint Realm cultivator, you cannot truly control the fist law of heaven and earth."

However, your own fist intent and energy characteristics will unconsciously generate a special 'affinity' and 'attraction' to the 'fragments of fist-based laws' that wander in the world. This subtle connection is like a firefly in the dark for a cultivator of your level. For a saint who has truly touched the origin of the laws, it is not difficult to perceive and track.
Moreover, you still bear the aura of Tong Xu's 'Withered Wood Law' from your battle with him. With these two things corroborating each other, finding you will be a piece of cake.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yangqing nodded thoughtfully, as if he had truly learned something.

Then, he continued, "So, to truly master a law and enter the Saint Realm, is it necessary to obtain, um, the approval of the 'Heavenly Dao' of this world? Or is it sufficient to simply obtain the 'Law Inheritance' left behind by a previous Saint?"

Upon hearing this, the Hidden Clan Ancestor seemed to find it amusing, his laughter laced with obvious mockery: "The Heavenly Dao's approval? That's a legendary thing! Unless you are the chosen one of the Heavenly Dao, favored by the destiny of this world, what merit or ability do you, a mere human cultivator, have to gain the favor and approval of the cold, ruthless, and supreme 'Heavenly Dao'? It's simply wishful thinking!"

The normal path, naturally, is to seek out, comprehend, and refine the 'law imprints' or 'origin inheritances' left behind by fallen or ascended sages, integrating them into oneself and transforming them into the foundation of one's own path to sainthood. Only then can one glimpse the path to sainthood and condense a saintly aura. (End of Chapter)