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

You need to be moderate and not go too far.

Dogs that are too smart can frighten their owners.

A performance that is too perfect will arouse suspicion from the audience.

Sometimes, doing something silly or saying something without thinking makes you seem more authentic.

Otherwise, I'll deal with you too.

I was just trying to be helpful and suggest that you could make a choice.

If you cause trouble someday, that's your own choice; you did it because of your own greed, and it has nothing to do with me.

That's roughly the meaning of Zhang Yangqing's words.

The blond-haired man kowtowed again, this time even harder, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud. He kowtowed three times, then three more times: "Thank you, brother! I am unworthy, but I am deeply grateful for your guidance! I will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life to repay your kindness!"

After saying this, he stood up, bowed deeply again, and retreated to the door with his back bent before turning to leave.

That figure carried a hint of humility, a touch of gratitude, and something else that was hard to define.

I reckon when he gets back, he'll make up stories about how Zhang Yangqing tortured and bossed him around, and then complain to his new big brother, Copper Skin Weird.

This play must continue.

Not long after he left, a beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes pushed open the door and walked in.

She closed the door, then casually set up a soundproof barrier. She walked to Zhang Yangqing's side and said in a low voice, "Brother, that kid has been acting strangely lately. I've noticed he keeps heading towards the Copper Skin Strange Things, and his complexion isn't normal when he comes back. Sometimes he even talks to himself. You have to be careful."

She hadn't heard the conversation, but with her keen senses, she had already noticed something.

Her intuition told her that the blond-haired man was strange and not as simple as he seemed.

Zhang Yangqing continued to stare at the painting on the wall, his tone calm: "I have never underestimated anyone. Just like in the Undying Mountain, I have always been wary of you. It is understandable that you hate me."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes turned pale with fright, her legs went weak, and she immediately knelt down: "Big brother! I absolutely had no such intention! My loyalty to you is unparalleled throughout the ages! If you want me to die, I will not hesitate!"

Her voice was trembling, and cold sweat streamed down her face.

Zhang Yangqing didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand: "Get up, I understand you."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, but her face was still a little pale and her legs were a little weak.

She stood for a while, holding onto the corner of the table, before she recovered.

Only those who have followed Zhang Yangqing in the Undying Mountain know how terrifying a powerful figure who can almost cause a plane to collapse with a mere gesture is.

The strange things copper-plated people have seen are only the tip of the iceberg.

At this moment, within Zhang Yangqing's sea of ​​consciousness, a strange consciousness suddenly spoke: Great God, I understand! This is what you meant by "knocking" and the sense of distance.

No matter which subordinate you are, even if you trust them completely, you must always make them understand that they are your subordinate!
You can give them candy, but you must always keep the whip in your hand.

I was incredibly impressed by this bizarre consciousness.

Zhang Yangqing's words may seem casual, but he always manages to get those around him to follow his script.

What was said to the blond-haired man was a reminder and a warning; what was said to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was a reprimand and a deterrent.

Every word was just right, neither too much nor too little.

This is Zhang Yangqing's strength; he has everything under control. He knows the personality, desires, and weaknesses of everyone around him clearly, as if he had opened a book.

Zhang Yangqing explained to the strange consciousness: "This woman was very resentful when she was in the Undying Mountain. I could tell that she was arrogant and thought she was also a chosen one. I don't expect to be able to completely trust her here, but her interests are not in conflict with mine. She even needs to use me to achieve her goals, so I can use her too. Compared to her, that blond guy is the one who schemed against me the most."

The eerie consciousness paused for a moment: Oh? Master, I've always disliked that guy, I think he's sleazy and narcissistic, why did you keep him?

Zhang Yangqing didn't answer, but instead asked, "How do you think he'll kill the Copper-Skinned Monster?"

The eerie consciousness pondered for a moment, reviewing the blond-haired eerie creature's recent actions in its mind, and suddenly became excited: Holy crap! No wonder this kid kept kowtowing over here! The best way to kill the copper-skinned eerie creature is to have him killed by you, the great god!

As long as he "exposes" Copper Skin's plot against you, Great God, at the appropriate time, whether it's true or not, you, Great God, will definitely take action once you feel offended.

Once Copper Skin dies, the rules will bestow their fortune upon him, allowing him to attain the status of BOSS!
Zhang Yangqing's lips curled up slightly: "That's right, this is the simplest and lowest-cost method. He only needs to talk to them to reap the benefits."

The eerie consciousness felt itself and Zhang Yangqing were one, and it was furious like a lit powder keg: That despicable scum! You gave him guidance, and he still schemed against you! After this is done, you can let me go. This filthy thing doesn't need your help; I'll tear him to pieces!

I'm going to tear his bones apart one by one, so he'll know what regret is!

His consciousness fluctuated violently, and his killing intent almost overflowed from his mind.

This time, Zhang Yangqing did not stop him. Instead, he said, "If he does that, you must get rid of this guy yourself, otherwise we will have a future trouble."

He paused, then continued, "But if he has other ways to kill the Copper-Skinned Monster and doesn't need to use me, you can sign a contract with him, spare his life, and make him your lackey. After all, someone who can be used is more valuable than someone who can be killed."

The eerie consciousness seemed to understand: I understand.

The fact that he didn't take advantage of the expert's words shows that he still respects the expert and knows that there are certain bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

After all, we provided the method, so it wouldn't be right for us to cause trouble for him.

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Where do you think his greatest hostility towards us might lie?"

The eerie consciousness pondered for a moment, going over all of Huang Mao's strange behavior in its mind, and suddenly understood: the woman, that beautiful woman, when his strength was low, he would definitely accept his fate, knowing that he could not have that woman, so he could only look up to her.

But once he reaches the level of a BOSS, his destiny will also become stronger, and he will try to change his fate.

If he can defeat you, he can win that woman's favor and prove that he is better than you, and he might even take a risk.

Zhang Yangqing nodded with satisfaction, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "After observing you for so many days, you've learned a lot. I'm very pleased. The road ahead is still long, do you understand?"

Such a heartfelt remark caused a ripple in the eerie consciousness.

The feeling of being recognized surged within him, washing over him like a tidal wave.

Having followed the expert for so long, he has learned a lot and grown a lot.

From a nascent consciousness that only knew how to kill and devour, to now being able to analyze situations, understand people's hearts, and contemplate the future, all of this is thanks to the master.

His teachings, his discipline, and his patience transformed me from a chaotic monster into a thinking and discerning being.

He nodded silently and solemnly in his mind's eye.

No words are needed; the expert can sense it.

Inside the room, the oblivious beauty with peach blossom eyes watched as Zhang Yangqing stared at the painting for several minutes without moving.

She couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what's so magical about this painting? You've been staring at it for days, from morning till night, and I haven't seen you look away." (End of Chapter)