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

Blue Star, Longhu Mountain.

The lingering scent of incense and the crisp mountain breeze caressing my face.

When Zhang Yangqing's consciousness fully returned and he regained control of his long-lost human body, he felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion and weakness.

He wasn't as radiant as he usually was after clearing a level; instead, he seemed somewhat playful and relaxed.

This time, as he returned to his room, his steps were heavy and unsteady, his face was sickly pale, and his eyes held a lingering weariness.

The feeling was not like I had just experienced a strange adventure, but rather like I had truly walked on the edge of life and death, undergoing some kind of soul-level wear and tear and reincarnation.

Senior Brother Su Muyu had long sensed his return and was now standing quietly in the courtyard in front of his house, dressed in a green robe, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing's appearance, a clear hint of concern flashed across Su Muyu's usually calm eyes.

He stepped forward slowly, his voice gentle yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible gravity: "You're back? This time it looked pretty dangerous. It's good that you came out alive."

Everyone saw Zhang Yangqing's actions in the final moments; he was fighting for his life. One wrong move and it would have meant certain death.

Who would have thought that all five sages would run away, with not one of them staying to fight to the death?

In Su Muyu's opinion, very few people would allow Zhang Yangqing to create such a large-scale supernatural world.

He really wanted to ask Zhang Yangqing if he had guessed that the five sages wouldn't dare to fight, but he was also afraid that Zhang Yangqing would say he hadn't guessed it and that it was a gamble.

Then, Su Muyu will be even more worried when Zhang Yangqing enters the world of supernatural tales.

He had actually analyzed it before. The difficulty of the supernatural world had reached nine stars, and its danger level was enough to threaten the lives of the top chosen ones on Earth. It was no longer a playground where people could play around at will.

Moreover, the Undying Mountain Realm is a special world, a higher-dimensional world connected to the ordinary world of supernatural tales.

Su Muyu wasn't worried about Zhang Yangqing's lack of ability; he had almost blind confidence in his junior brother's strength.

What he was worried about was that Zhang Yangqing's overly unconventional style of doing things would cause huge karmic trouble.

Now it seems his fears have come true; the Undying Mountain Realm has been turned upside down and may be unrecognizable.

If the Undying Mountain instance continues to operate and there are opportunities to enter it again in the future, then the difficulty of the entire instance will probably skyrocket to an unknown level.

Hearing his senior brother's concern, Zhang Yangqing revealed his usual lazy smile: "Don't worry, senior brother, I know what I'm doing."

Although he was said to be sensible, Su Muyu looked at his still pale face and the unfathomable deep thought in the depths of his eyes, and felt that this time seemed a little different.

In that final instance, Zhang Yangqing seemed to be doing more than just clearing the level and causing destruction; it was more like he was conducting some kind of test or verifying something.

But based on Su Muyu's understanding of Zhang Yangqing, there was no point in asking him if he didn't want to talk about it. He would probably only find out the answer at some point in the future, or when he himself was willing to reveal it.

Su Muyu waved her hand and said, "If you're tired, get some rest. Go on."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards his quiet room.

After living in the eerie world for so long, the sudden return to a pure human body did indeed cause him a noticeable sense of unease.

This strange body can be active at night and sleep during the day, tireless, and its energy comes from various negative emotions and strange rules. It has very little need for sleep.

He needs to spend some time readjusting his mental biological clock.

Watching Zhang Yangqing's slightly tired but still upright figure disappear behind the door of the quiet room, Su Muyu stood there, lost in thought for a moment.

This time, it seems that my junior brother really put in a lot of effort, and with the Ghost Story World just ending, it's unknown when it will open again.

After all, the chosen ones from other countries are still struggling to survive in their own Undying Mountain instance.

"It's time to let him rest and relax," Su Muyu thought to himself. He needed to find a reason to let him temporarily escape the complicated Taoist affairs of Longhu Mountain, go out for a walk, and clear his mind.

Suddenly, Su Muyu remembered an old incident from many years ago.

At that time, the Celestial Master was still alive. He liked to travel around, slay demons and monsters, and hone his Daoist heart.

Once, the old Celestial Master took the still young Su Muyu on a journey to the depths of the Changbai Mountains in the northeast of the Dragon Kingdom.

There, they discovered a lair inhabited by an ancient demon that had devoured many creatures in the vicinity. The demon's aura was soaring, and its resentment was palpable.

After the old celestial master killed it, he considered that the demonic energy in this place had accumulated over the years, and its sudden dissipation might pollute the earth's veins and breed new evil spirits.

He then left his sword, named "Di Chen," which he had carried with him for many years and which contained pure Yang Daoist charm and righteous energy, at the core of that demon cave. He used the righteous energy within the sword to slowly purify and eliminate the remaining demonic aura and resentment.

So many years have passed, and by now the filth in that demon cave should have been almost completely purified by the "Dust-Cleansing" sword.

That sword was not only the old Celestial Master's personal possession, which was of extraordinary significance, but also a rare Taoist magic sword that had suppressed and purified evil spirits for a long time. It probably also contained special spirituality and merit.

“Perfect, let’s have my junior brother go and fetch Master’s ‘Dust-Cleansing’ sword.” Su Muyu’s eyes lit up, feeling that this was a very suitable reason.

This would allow Zhang Yangqing to temporarily leave the busy Longhu Mountain, go out for a walk to relax and remember his master, and also retrieve important relics, killing two birds with one stone.

Inside the quiet room, Zhang Yangqing did not fall asleep immediately.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, but his mind involuntarily replayed the scene in the final moments in the Undying Mountain Realm, when he had eaten the fruit of the Undying Tree and his consciousness was about to be devoured, and he decisively settled the matter and left.

On a deeper level, he has been pondering a question: what kind of "cause and effect" and "reincarnation" relationship exists between the world of ghost stories, the Chosen One, and the various dungeon worlds?
What does the will of Heaven want the chosen ones to do?
To be a savior? To change the plot, acquire resources, and then leave?

Or perhaps, is it a hint to the chosen ones?

Is there some higher-level will or rule manipulating or balancing it behind the scenes?
These questions lingered in his mind like a fog.

He knew that perhaps only by touching upon deeper rules, or even the fundamental laws of "space," "time," and "reincarnation," could he glimpse a sliver of the truth.

"If I have the chance, I really should go to the Undying Mountain again."

Zhang Yangqing knew that touching the fundamental laws was dangerous, but rather than facing unknown dangers, he preferred to explore them in advance; this was his principle.

Generally speaking, Zhang Yangqing only wanted to go to the world of supernatural tales in order to escape his normal work.

For the first time, he had the urge to urge the other chosen ones to settle their accounts quickly and wait for the world of supernatural tales to open.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Junior Brother Xiao Xuan was already waiting respectfully at the courtyard gate.

He knew that Senior Brother Zhang seemed quite tired upon his return, and only dared to approach and disturb him after seeing Zhang Yangqing leave.

"Good morning, senior brother." Xiao Xuan bowed.

"Hmm, good morning, what's up?" Zhang Yangqing's breathing was steady, and his complexion was much better than yesterday, but the weariness in his eyes had not completely faded.

Xiao Xuan quickly relayed the matter that his senior brother Su Muyu had told him in detail: about how the old Celestial Master left behind his sword, Di Chen, when he suppressed a demon in the Changbai Mountains.

Now that the demonic energy has been purified, we need to ask Senior Brother Zhang to go and bring Master's relics back to Longhu Mountain for worship.

Upon hearing that it was about retrieving his master's personal sword, Zhang Yangqing nodded without any hesitation: "My master's things should naturally be returned. I understand. I will make preparations later and set off today."

Xiao Xuan was about to say something when Zhang Yangqing glanced at him and said, "You'll come with me." (End of Chapter)