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

Zhang Yangqing waited anxiously.

As for what we're waiting for, it's naturally waiting for the rules to emerge.

He's moving so fast that the pacing of the ghost story world can't keep up with him at all.

While other chosen ones were still struggling to survive in the starting village, he had already completed the main storyline, opened a branch base, recruited a strange underling, and established a completely new order.

Now, all he can do is wait.

The second phase of the ghost story world has never begun.

Zhang Yangqing wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of patience.

The reason he didn't remove the chip in his brain and even maintained some kind of connection with the Qing Tong family's control system was because he suspected that the rules were likely issued through the chip.

If we dismantle it, we might not receive the next stage of the task notification, which would be troublesome.

So he simply refined it and took control of it, but retained its functions.

These days, he spends most of his time "idling".

Some of the chosen ones are still struggling in the mines, fighting wits and courage with mutated rats for a few pieces of ore that can be exchanged for a Guardian's quota, and getting scolded by the overseer.

Some have already infiltrated the Qing Tong family and are carefully gathering intelligence in an attempt to find clues about the Holy Sword.

They may need several more missions and several more storylines before they can reach the depths of Mine No. 7, where the Holy Sword is buried.

Some of the chosen ones even did something wrong, not enough to die, but were whipped by the overseers until they screamed in pain.

Some experts speculate that if it weren't for the time to wait, Zhang Tianshi might have already passed the test.

If the other Chosen Ones knew about this, they would definitely say: "Is it our fault?"

In the world of ghost stories, while Zhang Yangqing was offline, the eerie consciousness was far from idle.

It has completely taken this body as its own and the territory of the Qing Tong family as its own.

These strange creatures are born with an extremely strong sense of territory; they will kill anyone who dares to take their territory without hesitation.

But Zhang Yangqing would occasionally log on and give it a few pointers:

"Killing isn't enough; you have to make them grateful to you."

"It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's that I genuinely feel there's a future in following you."

The eerie consciousness didn't understand: "Why? Fear is enough. They're afraid of me, so they don't dare to resist."

Zhang Yangqing calmly retorted, "Being afraid of you just means they dare not resist, but that doesn't mean they don't want to resist. If they were willing to risk their lives for you, which one would be more reliable?"

The eerie consciousness fell silent.

It started trying.

Following Zhang Yangqing's instructions, it began to consciously manage this territory.

It's not simply about suppression and deterrence, but about establishing order.

It selected a group of talented young people from among the miners, those who had survived for more than ten or even several decades in extremely harsh environments, whose genes and talents had already undergone a brutal selection process.

It taught them how to cultivate, shared some techniques it had "stolen" from Zhang Yangqing, and even personally guided them in combat.

It doesn't understand what emotions are, but it can sense that the way these humans look at it is changing.

From initial awe to current trust.

These people began to truly consider it one of their own.

It still didn't understand what bonds were, but it began to think that this feeling wasn't so bad.

Conflicts are becoming increasingly frequent on the edges of territories.

As expected, the Bai Ying family could no longer hold back. They sent out wave after wave of spies to test the waters and then began small-scale harassment.

First, some scattered mining teams were attacked, then patrol teams, and finally even a team responsible for transporting supplies was ambushed by a group of powerful members from the Bai Ying family.

"Hahaha! You bunch of useless miners dare to occupy such a large mining area?"

“Miners are miners, inherently inferior! We give you pickaxes to mine, not to pick them up and rebel!”

"That's right, that's right. The Qing Tong family is really useless. They were defeated by you miners. It's laughable."

The powerful members of the Bai Ying family, clad in fine armor and wielding magical artifacts radiating spiritual light, looked down upon the besieged miners from their elevated position.

The lead miner, a man with a scar on his face, slowly stood up.

His eyes held no fear, no humility, only an eerie calm.

Behind him, the trapped miners also stood up one by one.

Their eyes were exactly the same as the scarred man's.

The powerful members of Bai Ying's family were stunned.

What's going on with these miners?

Shouldn't they kneel down and beg for mercy? Shouldn't they be trembling with fear?
The scarred man suddenly laughed, a mocking laugh: "Inferior? Who the hell do you think you are, talking to us like that?"

Clearly, the scarred man had been pretending to be outmatched to buy time, and now, reinforcements had arrived.

Before he could finish speaking...

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Several figures shot out from the shadows of the surrounding mine!

Those were powerful miners who had been personally guided by a strange consciousness!

They were freed from chip restrictions, gained access to cultivation resources, and even learned basic combat skills!
The weapons in their hands were not sophisticated magical artifacts, but the simplest, heaviest, and most familiar ones—mining picks!
But at this moment, this pickaxe in their hands is the most deadly weapon!
"boom!!"

The scarred man stopped acting and smashed a pickaxe at the white-haired expert who had just been mocking him. The expert hurriedly raised his sword to block, but was so violently and unreasonably strong that his hand was split open and he staggered backward!

"How is this possible! You... your cultivation level!"

The scarred man brought his pickaxe down again, grinning maliciously, "What? You still dare to say that Grandpa Miner is weak?!"

The powerful members of the Bai Ying family, these pampered "upper-class" people who rose to their positions through abundant resources, were now being driven back in defeat by these miners who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood and had been tempered in the most brutal way by Zhang Yangqing and the strange consciousness!

The battle ended in less than fifteen minutes.

The attackers from Bai Ying's family are either dead or have fled.

The miners stood amidst the corpses, panting heavily, but their eyes were frighteningly bright.

The scarred man stood with one foot on a corpse, looking down at the still convulsing, yet-to-be-dead squad leader, Bai Ying, and said coldly, "Go back and tell your clan leader that you are the trash, while we are the creators of this world."

The surrounding miners burst into laughter. They had been instilled with the theory by Zhang Yangqing that miners were the pillars of the world, and they firmly believed it. They had no inferiority complex and their eyes were full of confidence.

All of this was observed by a sinister consciousness hidden in the shadows.

It didn't make a move; it didn't need to make a move.

It simply stood there quietly, watching these "inferior" humans it had cultivated utterly defeat those self-righteous "superior" people.

A strange feeling quietly arose in its nascent consciousness.

That feeling was just like...

When the underlings you've trained become successful, you feel proud too.

It couldn't quite define what emotion it was.

But it's not unpleasant. (End of Chapter)