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

Zhang Yangqing's gaze calmly swept over the rows of cells that resembled livestock pens, over the numb faces that revealed longing, and over the hands that reached out towards freedom.

He turned to the eagle-eyed miner beside him and asked, "How many miners are there here?"

Eagle Eye Miner quickly replied, his voice trembling with excitement: "Boss, this 'E' zone alone holds no fewer than a thousand miners! We were only in a small part of it before."

"The Qing Tong family controls a vast mining area, and there are several prison areas like this one. Add to that the miners enslaved by them at other scattered small mining sites, and the total number is probably in the tens of thousands!"

Tens of thousands.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the cells again.

Those eyes seemed to dim for a moment when they heard the number of tens of thousands, but then they burst forth with an even stronger light, staring intently at him, as if he were the only possible salvation that could descend upon this dark abyss.

Normally, given Zhang Yangqing's consistent style of doing things and his aversion to trouble, he might have chosen to turn a blind eye, or at most, conveniently rescued these people who were willing to follow him.

Save the thousands of miners? Organize them?

To wage a full-scale war against the entire Qing Tong family? That sounds incredibly troublesome.

But this time, looking at these fellow miners who seemed to have been forgotten in the darkest corner of the world, Zhang Yangqing, after all, was also a miner.

Seeing the flame of hope almost burning in their eyes, a certain string in Zhang Yangqing's heart seemed to be gently plucked.

Perhaps it was because he obtained the Holy Sword of the Savior that he became tainted by the karma of saving the world?

Perhaps it was the strange consciousness within him that made him somewhat interested in chaos and subversion?
Or perhaps, he simply felt that since he was already here and had already killed everyone, he might as well go all out?
Saving one is the same as saving ten thousand.

Since we've already taken action and thoroughly offended the Qing Tong family, we might as well go all the way!

Thinking of this, a cold and arrogant smile appeared on Zhang Yangqing's lips.

He addressed the Eagle Eye miners in a clear and forceful voice, ordering, "Release them all and bring them to the large square in front of us."

Eagle Eye Miner shuddered, his eyes blazing with unbelievable elation and excitement: "Yes, Boss!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and roared at his "old subordinates" who had already obtained weapons and keys: "What are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear the boss's orders?! Unlock! Release them! Release all the brothers!"

"Yes!"

Those miners who were the first to follow Zhang Yangqing were also filled with excitement at this moment.

They were once in those cages themselves, and they know all too well the despair within.

At this moment, they seemed to see a reflection of themselves when they were rescued, and a strong sense of mission and sympathy welled up in their hearts.

Armed with keys and weapons scavenged from the guards' corpses, and even having learned to use the devices that manipulated the chips, they reversed the restrictions to remove them or directly destroyed the cells, like the most efficient liberators, rushing into each and every one of them!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The padlock was smashed open, and the gate was pushed open forcefully.

"Come out! Everyone come out! Big Brother is here to save us!"

"Quick! Meet up in the square ahead!"

"Keep up! Don't panic!"

The miners in the cell were stunned for a moment in disbelief, then burst into thunderous cheers and weeping!

They stumbled and rushed out of the cage like a flood bursting its banks, supporting each other, shouting, and following the directions Zhang Yangqing had indicated, converging in the direction he had pointed out.

The flow of people is increasing, growing like a snowball.

Finally, in a relatively open stone square inside the Qing Tong family's mining area, used for gatherings and speeches, thousands of miners who had just gained their freedom gathered in a dark mass!

They were ragged and emaciated, but their eyes shone with an unprecedented light, a mixture of emotions including excitement, confusion, anticipation, and unease.

In the center of the square stands a magnificent statue, several meters tall, carved from obsidian.

That was the first patriarch of the Qing Tong family, a legendary figure of immense power who laid the foundation for the family's enterprise. The statue's face was majestic, its gaze fixed ahead, as if eternally overlooking and suppressing this mining area. It was an invisible yet incredibly heavy mountain in the hearts of all the miners, symbolizing an insurmountable class divide and perpetual oppression.

Zhang Yangqing stood in front of the statue and looked up at it.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he drew the holy sword from his waist.

There was no build-up of energy, no shouting.

It was just a casual wave of the hand.

A crystalline arc of light, seemingly capable of cleaving through space, swept past.

Boom!!!

With a loud bang, the obsidian statue, which symbolized the authority of the Qing Tong family and suppressed the minds of countless miners, was neatly split in two!
The upper half slowly slid down, crashing onto the plaza and shattering into pieces! Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

This sword strike seemed not to have struck a stone, but rather to have severed the heaviest shackle in the hearts of all the miners!
Countless people stared wide-eyed as the statue, which they once looked up to and even cursed in their hearts with utmost care, was reduced to ruins. An indescribable emotion, a mixture of exhilaration, excitement, and a hint of fear, exploded in their chests!

Zhang Yangqing sheathed his sword, turned around, and faced the thousands of miners in the square, a sea of ​​black faces, their emotions running high yet their minds at a loss.

He spoke slowly, his voice not particularly loud, yet strangely overwhelming all the noise, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "I feel that our world shouldn't be like this!"

These few simple words, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a storm in the hearts of all the miners!
Countless people shuddered and instinctively clenched their fists.

Zhang Yangqing's voice continued, carrying a calm yet extremely penetrating power:
"This underground world was dug out by all of us miners with our bare hands, with our blood and sweat, pickaxe by pick! It was carried out by our backs! It was bought with our lives!"

His words stirred up the deepest memories and grievances of all the miners.

Yes, they are the true builders, pioneers, and maintainers of this world!
But what did they get? Only whipping, hunger, slavery, and death!

"We miners have power! We are the ones who keep this world running!"

Zhang Yangqing's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable certainty.

He pointed to the corpses of the guards on the ground, and to the direction from which sporadic sounds of fighting still echoed in the distance: "Look! Those guys who were usually so arrogant and domineering are no match for our united strength!"

The miners' breathing became heavy, and the confusion in their eyes was gradually replaced by something burning hot.

"And what have those high and mighty people, those family patriarchs, young masters, and stewards, done for this world?"

Zhang Yangqing's voice was filled with cold sarcasm.

"All they know is to oppress us, to drain our blood and sweat, to protect their own private interests! They use our corpses to build their paradise!"

Zhang Yangqing's gaze sharpened like a sword as he swept across the entire room: "So, I'm not standing here today to lead you in 'resistance'."

He abruptly changed his tone, becoming resolute and brimming with persuasive power and appeal:
"I'm here to lead you to reclaim what rightfully belongs to you!"

"Take back your dignity! Take back your freedom! Take back everything you created with your blood and sweat!"

"We miners are the true masters of this land!"

The square was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing and the increasingly loud heartbeats.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on Zhang Yangqing, and the flames burning within them grew ever stronger.

"One person's strength is limited, but as long as all of us miners unite!"

Zhang Yangqing raised his fist, his voice booming like thunder.

"There is no problem we cannot solve! There is no mountain we cannot overturn!"

"The Qing Tong family has oppressed us for so many years, draining our blood! Now it's time for them to pay the price!"

He abruptly drew his holy sword, its tip pointing directly at the direction of the Qing Tong family's castle. His voice, like the most stirring war drum, resounded throughout the entire square.
"Grab your weapons!"

"Follow me!"

"Charge in!" (End of Chapter)