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

The eagle-eyed miner asked tentatively, even finding the answer absurd himself.

After killing so many people and finally winning the battle, are you just going to let them go like that?
Even the Holy Mother shouldn't be this Holy.

Do you expect them to be grateful and repay evil with good?
Looking at his puzzled and confused expression, Zhang Yangqing did not laugh, but simply said, "This world needs to be cleansed. There will always be people who will take up the butcher's knife."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

One sentence, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through all the fog in Eagle Eye Miner's mind!

He understood instantly!
It's not about shifting roles to oppress, nor is it about showing compassion.

It's cleaning.

It is the core of completely eradicating the old order, those wicked family members, foreman leaders, and die-hards stained with the blood of miners.

They must die, not out of revenge, but because they themselves are the embodiment and pillar of the oppressive system.

If they are kept around, the old order will have fertile ground to be restored, and a new order will be unable to be truly established.

Those who wield this "butcher's knife" must be the former oppressed.

This is the power given to him by the boss, and also the responsibility entrusted to him!
Eagle Eye Miner felt a rush of heat to his head, and his eyes felt hot.

He went from being a lowly, precarious miner, a sycophantic opportunist, to one day being able to personally participate in this monumental act of "cleansing the old world"!

He nodded firmly, his voice choked with emotion but resolute: "Boss! I understand!"

He turned around and was about to carry it out.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Yangqing's voice came from behind.

The eagle-eyed miner immediately stopped and turned around to listen respectfully.

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said slowly, "The purpose of what we do is never simply to escape from the cage."

"We want to make mining the most glorious and honorable profession in the world."

Eagle Eye Miner was startled.

“Miners have never been slaves, nor have they been inferior people.”

Zhang Yangqing's voice was calm, yet it carried a power that could reshape perception.

"We are the pioneers of this world. Every mine, every tunnel, and every piece of ore that has been mined is engraved with the blood, sweat, and wisdom of the miners. Without miners, there would be no spirit stones, no cultivation resources, no family foundation, and no prosperity of the underground world."

"That's why I've said before that we are the most powerful group in the world."

The eagle-eyed miner stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

Glory! Honor! Pioneers! The most powerful group!

These words and concepts were never associated with the word "miner" in his mind.

What are miners? They are the lowest of the low, slaves, consumables, beings even less than dogs.

Everyone, including the miners themselves, thinks so.

The reason why the "big shot" who successfully escaped from prison and became a big shot in the area was praised and worshipped by countless miners was precisely because she got rid of her identity as a miner and became a "superior person".

And now, Zhang Yangqing told him:

You don't need to shed your identity as a miner to gain dignity.

Because the identity of a miner is itself worthy of honor.

This is a spiritual elevation!

Eagle Eye Miner's eyes finally welled up with tears.

It wasn't the feverish feeling from excitement and exhilaration I'd felt before, but a deeper, more soul-stirring tremor.

He had lived half his life, crawling like a rat in the dark mine tunnels for half his life, and for the first time someone told him: You are not consumables, you are a pioneer.

You are not a lowly person; you are the creator of this world.

His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he found himself choked up and unable to speak.

After a long silence, he finally mustered all his strength to squeeze out a sentence: "Boss, I...I..."

He ultimately couldn't utter a complete sentence; he simply nodded fiercely, tears finally streaming down his face.

Zhang Yangqing stood up, walked up to him, raised his hand, and gently patted his shoulder, which was covered in blood and dust and still had tear stains.

"This world belongs to you, and the future belongs to you. Develop it well."

His voice was soft, yet it carried immense weight.

The eagle-eyed miner nodded vigorously, so much so that he almost broke his neck.

He took a deep breath, wiped his face haphazardly with his tattered sleeve, turned around, and strode out of the hall.

His back was no longer hunched, no longer humble, and no longer carried that cautious flattery.

He went about his mission like a true warrior.

He was too excited to fully appreciate the true meaning of Zhang Yangqing's last sentence.

He didn't get a chance to ask the question: "Boss, what about you?"

Zhang Yangqing stood in the empty hall, calmly watching the Eagle Eye miner's departing figure, without offering any explanation.

Only after everyone in the hall had left, leaving only him and the strange consciousness watching the show in his sea of ​​consciousness, did Zhang Yangqing withdraw his gaze.

"Did you see that corpse?" he asked calmly in his mind.

The eerie consciousness paused for a moment, then reacted and nodded excitedly: "I saw it! I saw it! Master, you mean?"

Zhang Yangqing said calmly, "Go and devour it quickly. You consumed a lot in that battle. Our lifespan is burning every second. If we don't replenish our energy, we will die soon."

The eerie consciousness dared not delay and immediately began to act.

It controlled Zhang Yangqing's left half of his body and walked to the side of the Qing Tong clan chief's body, which had been cut in half.

Although the corpse had been burned by the purifying power, the vast life essence and residual energy of the Celestial Realm cultivation contained within it were still an excellent "nourishment".

The eerie consciousness began to unleash the devouring technique from its inherited memories.

A faint black mist emanated from its left palm, enveloping the corpse and slowly drawing energy from it.

However, the efficiency is very low.

It was, after all, just a nascent, eerie consciousness, with incomplete inherited memories, and its method of devouring was the most primitive and rudimentary kind.

The corpse of the Qing Tong clan chief clearly contained enormous energy, yet it could only absorb it little by little, like drinking from the ocean through a straw, slowly and laboriously.

Zhang Yangqing couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get out of the way."

He directly took control of the left side of his body and reclaimed control of the eerie consciousness.

Then, he raised his left hand and placed his five fingers lightly on top of the corpse.

There was no black mist, no malevolent aura, and not even any dazzling special effects.

It was just an ordinary press.

But in that instant, the eerie consciousness was horrified to discover that the enormous life essence and residual spiritual power in the corpse of the Qing Tong clan chief were being forcibly absorbed into Zhang Yangqing's palm like a floodgate being opened, in a frenzied and almost predatory manner!
The speed is more than a hundred times faster than before! The efficiency is worlds apart!
What stunned it even more was that Zhang Yangqing's "devouring" technique was not only highly efficient, but also extremely refined.

Once absorbed, the energy is almost entirely absorbed and transformed directly into the purest form of life force and cultivation nutrients that the body can absorb.

There was no pollution, no sediment of impurities, and even the resentment and fragments of consciousness left by the Qing Tong clan chief were instantly crushed and purified, leaving no future troubles!

This isn't devouring at all!
This is simply the most efficient energy conversion technique!

The eerie consciousness was completely dumbfounded, and an incredulous exclamation rang out from its sea of ​​consciousness:

"Holy crap! Master! Your technique is even better than mine with that 'weird' method!"

It paused, then couldn't help adding, its voice filled with a bewildered disbelief:

"Master, you...you wouldn't actually be a supernatural being yourself, would you?" (End of Chapter)