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

Just as Zhang Yangqing was analyzing the rules, steady footsteps came from outside.

The veteran miner and the Eagle Eye miner walked at the front, followed by several core senior executives selected from the miners during this period.

There was a scarred man in charge of combat, a gaunt old man in charge of resource allocation, and several young but sharp-eyed new faces.

These people have now changed into clean clothes that were taken from the Qing Tong family's storeroom. Although the styles are different, their spirits and energy are completely different from seven days ago.

They entered the main hall, stood before Zhang Yangqing, and bowed respectfully.

The old miner spoke first, his tone steady: "Boss, the defense of the territory has been basically completed recently. We have set up checkpoints at various key intersections and arranged patrol teams in shifts. The Bai Ying family suffered a loss last time and has temporarily become much more restrained, but their spies are still active, probably waiting for reinforcements."

Eagle Eye Miner then reported: "Regarding resource allocation, the food and training materials in the warehouse have been registered. As per your instructions, priority has been given to combat personnel and the wounded. Currently, the brothers are all well-fed and morale is high."

The scarred man spoke, a cold glint in his eyes: "The Huang Jin family has been making frequent moves lately, sending several groups of people disguised as mining teams to roam our borders. I suspect they are openly encroaching on our mining areas without intending to engage in direct conflict. I have already taught them a lesson."

Zhang Yangqing nodded slightly without saying a word.

The old miner hesitated for a moment, then spoke up again: "Boss, there's one more thing. We think the Qing Tong family's flag should be changed. After all, it's their symbol, and it's not appropriate for us to continue using it. Also, the territory should have a name. What do you think?"

He watched Zhang Yangqing cautiously, awaiting instructions.

Zhang Yangqing remained silent for two seconds.

Naming?

What he hates most is naming things.

But as a leader, you can't be perfunctory in this situation.

He casually remarked, "For the flag, we'll use a pickaxe. As for the name..."

He thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Dawn'."

"Dawn!"

"Dawn!"

As they pondered the name, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in their eyes.

The pickaxe flag symbolizes their origins and strength, while the dawn symbolizes their liberation from darkness and the bright future they will face.

"Great! Great name! The eldest brother has chosen an excellent name! It has profound meaning!"

Eagle Eye Miner was the first to give a thumbs up.

The old miner nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with respect.

Others echoed his sentiments, and the hall was filled with exclamations of praise.

Zhang Yangqing remained expressionless, his heart unmoved.

It was just something I came up with on the spot.

Next, Eagle Eye Miner raised a more sensitive topic: "Boss, regarding resource allocation, some brothers have physical defects or were seriously injured in battle and may not be able to continue fighting in the future. Do you think their share should be reduced appropriately? After all, our resources are limited, and we must prioritize ensuring our combat effectiveness."

He put it in a roundabout way, but his meaning was clear: survival of the fittest, and resources should be allocated to the strong.

This is the consistent survival rule of the underground world.

Zhang Yangqing shook his head. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "No, not only should it not be reduced, but it should be increased."

Eagle Eye Miner was stunned: "Boss, why is this?"

Zhang Yangqing looked at him and said slowly, "Those who have dedicated their bodies and shed their blood for our great cause are the most respectable people."

"If we abandon or exploit them because they are injured or disabled, how are we any different from the Qing Tong family?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present: "We must let everyone know that Dawn will not let down anyone who has contributed to it."

The eagle-eyed miner was stunned.

Immediately, a surge of heat rushed to my head.

He nodded heavily, his voice choked with emotion: "Boss, I understand!" The others were also moved; this was true vision.

That's why Zhang Yangqing can be the boss, while they can only be the underlings.

Zhang Yangqing handled the remaining trivial matters in an orderly manner.

He can provide the most reasonable solution for every matter, from resource allocation and personnel arrangement to border patrols and training plans, in the shortest amount of time.

Absolutely perfect, without a single flaw—that is the power of a sect leader.

In Longhushan, you could say he's lazy, or that he doesn't want to get involved, but when he really needs to handle things, his speed and accuracy in making decisions are unmatched.

The eerie consciousness silently watched and learned within the sea of ​​consciousness.

It remembered every word, every decision, and even every pause and glance from Zhang Yangqing.

So this is how leaders are.

It turns out that what makes people willingly follow you is not terror and killing, but something you can't explain.

It is learning.

Learn from Zhang Yangqing's way of thinking, his manner of speaking, and his approach to problem-solving.

Perhaps in its eyes, Zhang Yangqing is full of merits and there is nothing it can learn from him.

The matter is almost resolved.

Zhang Yangqing suddenly spoke up: "Go and make arrangements to dig an entrance to the surface. I need to go to the surface."

These words shocked everyone present.

The old miner was the first to step forward, his face full of worry: "Boss! There are endless strange things on the surface! We humans have been hiding underground for so many years because it's too dangerous up there!"

Eagle Eye Miner was also anxious: "Boss, please think it over! You are the backbone of all of us now, what if..."

The scarred man was even more direct: "Boss, is there something you need to do? Let me take a team with you! We'll die together!"

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

He looked at them, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable certainty: "Don't worry, I am invincible."

In a word.

No one tried to persuade them anymore.

It's not that I was persuaded, but rather that I no longer needed to be persuaded.

If the boss says we're invincible, then we're invincible.

They have neither the right nor the need to question.

The old miner took a deep breath, bowed, and said, "Yes, boss, we'll make the arrangements right away."

Other chosen ones who want to find a way to the surface will have to traverse mountains and valleys, search for clues, and break the restrictions on their own.

Zhang Yangqing didn't need it; he had plenty of underlings.

The old miner and Eagle Eye miner, along with their men, unearthed long-sealed documents from the Qing Tong family's archives.

Those yellowed animal hide scrolls contain records left by humans when they hid underground: the passages to the surface, the barriers they erected, and the routes they blasted.
In less than a day, they found a clue.

The next day, the old miner personally led a team of skilled miners to dig open the passage that had been deliberately buried and sealed for hundreds of years, following the instructions in the dossier.

Zhang Yangqing followed them into the dark, unknown path.

The passageway was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

The further they went, the thinner and more eerie the air became. (End of Chapter)