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

"what?!"

"A miners' revolt? Tens of thousands?!"

"This, how is this possible?!"

A chorus of exclamations and incredulous whispers erupted within the main hall.

Those family members who had previously appeared arrogant or calm now showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

This is the first time in the history of the Qing Tong family's control of this area that such a large-scale miners' riot has occurred!
If tens of thousands of miners were to completely lose control, the destructive power would be unimaginable!

Qing Tonghao's face also darkened instantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He never imagined that the problem wasn't with external enemies, but with these "tools" within the organization, whom he considered insignificant.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall was tense and everyone had their own thoughts, a young voice filled with arrogance and confidence rang out: "Clan leader! What is there to fear from a mere miners' rebellion!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with a silver-trimmed blue robe, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, standing out from the crowd in the front row on the left.

He is a rising star among the younger generation of the Qing Tong family. At a young age, he is already an outstanding cultivator with a cultivation level approaching the "One Step to Heaven" realm. He is highly regarded by the clan leader and is also one of the strong contenders for the next clan leader.

The young leader clasped his hands in a salute, his voice resounding: "Chieftain, please give me a thousand warriors! Within an hour, I will quell the rebellion and present the bandit leader's head before the palace!"

His words were filled with absolute confidence, as if he were facing nothing more than the insignificant swarm of ants.

A hint of approval flashed in the clan chief's eyes, and he was about to nod in agreement.

However, another voice rang out, equally arrogant but more composed: "Clan leader, a thousand charioteers? That's making a mountain out of a molehill."

A middle-aged man dressed in elder's robes, exuding a powerful aura, stepped forward. He was a veteran member of the family, his strength firmly established at the One Step to Heaven realm, and it was said that he had also touched the threshold of the Celestial Realm, possessing profound seniority.

The middle-aged core member glanced at the younger core member, then cupped his hands to the clan leader and said, "Clan leader, give me eight hundred warriors, and the rebellion can be quelled within half an hour!"

Upon hearing this, the young leader's face darkened, feeling that his limelight had been stolen. He immediately raised his voice: "Clan leader! Why eight hundred! Give me three hundred warriors, and in ten minutes, I will crush the rebels!"

The middle-aged core member, not to be outdone, coldly said, "Clan leader, one hundred warriors are enough! In five minutes, I'll annihilate them!"

The two of them actually started an absurd bidding war in the main hall, in front of the clan leader and everyone else, in order to win credit and show off, as if quelling the rebellion was just a casual outing and hunting trip.

The foreman kneeling on the ground was internally screaming: Damn it! You two idiots, stop bragging! That rebel leader is a monster! If we don't take this seriously, they'll be at our doorstep!!
Qing Tonghao looked at the two who were vying to fight, and felt quite satisfied.

This at least shows that the younger generation and key members of the family are full of vigor and confidence.

He was about to speak up, suggesting that Qing Tongyan and Qing Tongli each lead a portion of their forces to work together and quell the situation as soon as possible.

However, just as his lips moved slightly, before he could utter a sound...

"Hahaha!!!"

A burst of arrogant, conceited laughter, filled with evil and murderous intent, pierced the solemn atmosphere of the hall like an ice pick, rolling in from the hall's entrance!
"Stop arguing! You bunch of trash think you can kill me?"

The owner of the voice seemed extremely disdainful.

"I alone am enough to take care of you all!" As soon as he finished speaking, a figure strode in through the heavy stone doors of the main hall, acting as casually as if he were in his own home.

The newcomer was dressed in the same tattered burlap clothes as the miners outside, his body stained with dark red and black blood. A strong smell of blood and an extremely unsettling, chilling aura emanated from him.

He wasn't particularly tall, but standing there, he gave off a terrifying aura, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

What is most striking is his face, which is covered with eerie dark red patterns. His left eye has a terrifying blood-red vertical pupil, and his mouth is grinning, with a cruel and excited smile.

The right side of his face appeared relatively normal, though his eyes remained cold and expressionless.

This eerie and sinister appearance sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the hall!
"Could this be the leader of the rebels?!"

Many people immediately had this thought in their minds and were instantly convinced that it was him!
They guessed correctly, but not entirely.

At this moment, the one in control of this body is not Zhang Yangqing's original consciousness, but the strange consciousness that he has subdued and that is bloodthirsty and warlike!
The eerie consciousness is inherently bloodthirsty, manic, and craves battle and destruction.

Sensing Zhang Yangqing's immense strength and the monstrous wave that was about to surge behind him, it became extremely excited.

As Zhang Yangqing charged relentlessly toward the core of the Qing Tong family, a strange consciousness kept pleading in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Great God! Let me have some fun! Let me enjoy myself! You don't need to personally kill these small fry!"

Zhang Yangqing himself thought it made perfect sense. Why not use the readily available, combat-hungry and capable "henchmen"?
This also allows this restless fellow to vent his frustrations and provides a more direct test of its performance in actual combat.

So, upon approaching Qing Tong Castle, Zhang Yangqing loosened some of his control, allowing the eerie consciousness to take the lead, while he "observed" from the depths of his consciousness, and continued to study the chip and think about subsequent plans.

Therefore, the "Zhang Yangqing" who arrogantly walks into the main hall and exudes evil aura is actually being controlled by a strange consciousness.

Now, Zhang Yangqing reeks of blood, clearly having fought his way through a bloodbath.

As for why the killing was so fast, and why they killed so many people here, it was naturally because there were old miners acting as 'insiders'. Moreover, Zhang Yangqing's motto was simple: kill anyone wearing Qing Tong family clothes.

At first, there were some people who resisted, namely the disciples and overseers of the Qing Tong family, who organized the charioteers to resist.

Don't forget, even charioteers come from the ranks of miners. If an old miner is the first charioteer to take off his clothes, he will immediately betray the charioteer.

The other riders felt that the situation was hopeless, and since Zhang Yangqing, the leader, had already casually killed hundreds of members of the Qing Tong family, they directly took off their clothes and joined this force.

Even more shameless were the disciples of the Qing Tong family who, faced with such a terrifying rebellion, simply took off their clothes, pretended to be traitors themselves, and brandished their butcher knives to kill the disciples of their former family.

This is the law of the jungle; if they are too slow, they will be killed, so they might as well kill others and survive.

There was no way around it; in their eyes, Zhang Yangqing was simply too terrifying, invincible to the point of despair, even more frightening than the clan leader.

From their perspective, Zhang Yangqing is a pure killing god, and anyone who stands against him will die.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing strolled leisurely into the solemn and majestic hall, which represented the highest power and prestige of the Qing Tong family, his gaze sweeping over the family's core members who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy and whose faces were grim.

The strange consciousness was not as low-key as Zhang Yangqing; it was extremely arrogant and its target was the top expert in the Celestial Realm who was sitting in the main seat.

"Hey! You old codger, you're not so scared you can't stand up, are you?!"

(End of this chapter)