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

The white-collar man paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile, his tone carrying a worldly-wise composure: "Brother, I'm a gambler, but I'm not stupid. I don't see a trace of desire for treasure in your eyes. The fact that you asked this is actually a reminder to me not to be so kind."

He paused, then added, "But don't worry, I'm a master at escaping. If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

That statement sounds rather arrogant.

Zhang Yangqing smiled and didn't refute. He just asked casually, seemingly with a mischievous tone, "Okay, okay, you're amazing. But how did you survive in this strange area, walking around in a casino like this? I'm very curious."

The next second, the style of the scene changed drastically.

The white-collar man looked as if he had seen something terrifying; his face turned deathly pale, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back.

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Yangqing's eyes, and in those eyes, two pupils appeared! Double pupils!
Double pupils allow one to see through all human disguises as strange beings.

The high-earning man trembled, only one thought running through his mind: run! He'd been discovered! This strange man with double pupils had seen through his identity!
He had been hiding for so many years, carefully blending into the ranks of the supernatural, pretending to be a gambling addict and a good-for-nothing, just so that no supernatural being would discover that he was human.

But now, all the pretense has been in vain.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and with a whoosh, he disappeared from the spot.

The high-earning man ran for his life, using his most secret agility techniques, his figure weaving through the caverns as fast as lightning.

He specifically chooses the most complex terrain, the most hidden paths, and the most tricky angles.

The high-earning man had absolute confidence in his ability to escape; this was the very skill that had allowed him to survive in Yudu all these years.

After running for a while, he stopped when he was sure there were no pursuers behind him, and leaned against a wall, panting heavily.

His heart was pounding, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"That was close. So it was the double pupils that were strange. No wonder he could see through my identity. That guy is very strong, but he still couldn't catch up with me. My movement technique is..." He muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down.

He froze before he could finish speaking.

Zhang Yangqing stood in front of him, calm and composed, not even his breathing was disordered.

He even changed his posture, putting one hand in his pocket and tilting his head to look at the white-collar man, with an expression as if he were looking at a tired child.

The white-collar man's mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit a fist: "You! How is this possible?"

He's a master of escape! His agility was honed through countless life-or-death situations, and he has absolute confidence in his ability to run away.

Over the years, no supernatural being has ever been able to catch him! Never!
Zhang Yangqing commented, "Your movement technique is quite good. You can conceal your whereabouts, shrink the distance between people, and even have the illusion of spatial teleportation. Most strange creatures can't catch up with you. Unfortunately, I happen to be able to detect spatial fluctuations. Every time you teleport, you leave a trace in space, which is as clear to me as a footprint."

The white-collar man's face completely fell. He stood there, looking at Zhang Yangqing, his eyes shifting from shock to despair, and from despair to resignation.

He sighed, straightened his back, and said in a tone of resignation, "You're something else. Go ahead and do it."

Zhang Yangqing stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said casually, "Why are you making a move? I'm not some kind of monster."

The white-collar man frowned, his expression full of disbelief: "But your aura, and your double pupils?"

Zhang Yangqing smiled and said, "I faked the aura, I had my double pupils removed, I'm a human from the underworld, and so is that woman."

As he spoke, he pointed behind him.

The high-earning man then noticed that the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes had also followed and arrived just in time.

However, she couldn't actually win over a high-earning man, and it was only after discovering the trail given to her by Zhang Yangqing that she arrived here.

The high-earning man glanced at Zhang Yangqing, then at the beautiful woman with captivating eyes, his mind a complete mess.

Humans from the underworld? Feigning an eerie aura? Gouging out double pupils? What kind of operation is this?
The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes walked up to him, but didn't say anything; she simply stood behind Zhang Yangqing.

It took the high-earning man a while to process what he had just learned.

He looked at Zhang Yangqing, then at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, and cautiously asked, "So what is your purpose in coming here?" Zhang Yangqing turned to the side, pointed at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, and said seriously, "Now before you is the strongest person in the Qing Tong family who successfully escaped from prison with hellish difficulty, a top expert in the human world, the new savior who possesses the sacred artifact of the savior, a great pioneer who takes it upon himself to return humanity to the surface world, the deepest-hidden human spy in Yu Du, and the chosen one who is about to rewrite the fate of this world."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes blushed instantly. She hurriedly waved her hands, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She knew that her experiences were legends and myths in the eyes of others.

But next to Zhang Yangqing, she was just a passerby.

Zhang Yangqing praised her so much that she became shy.

The white-collar man was stunned for a long time, then slapped his thigh: "Holy crap! It was one of our own! You scared me to death! You should have said so earlier!"

He rubbed his hands together, his tone filled with a sense of relief at surviving a disaster: "Although I'm a bit useless, I'm still human. You two are so great, I'll help you if I can."

He said that, but in his heart he was thinking: This woman does sound impressive, but the man next to her looks much better than her. Isn't he a real big shot?
As for why he believed Zhang Yangqing's words, well, what could he do if he didn't believe them?

Zhang Yangqing nodded, offering no further explanation: "Let's go, take us to the place where you're looking for treasure."

The white-collar man immediately led the way, and the three continued to explore the underground cavern.

As you venture deeper into the cave, the passage becomes narrower and narrower, and the stalactites overhead grow denser and denser, resembling inverted swords.

The air grew heavy, carrying an ancient and domineering energy fluctuation.

Finally, they arrived at the core area of ​​the dragon vein.

This is a huge underground space, about half the size of a football field.

The surrounding rock walls were covered with densely packed restriction patterns, emitting a faint fluorescence.

The patterns seemed alive, slowly flowing and intertwining to form a massive sealing array.

Various fragments were scattered on the ground: shattered crystals, broken stalactites, and detached rock pieces, each radiating a considerable energy fluctuation.

The white-collar man pointed at the fragments, a hint of smugness in his voice: "Don't underestimate these things. Take them to the casino, and you can get a lot of chips. I've been living off these for years."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes squatted down and picked up a broken crystal.

The crystal felt warm to the touch. Although the energy inside was thin, its quality was extremely high, far exceeding most of the minerals she had ever seen in the human world.

She looked up into the depths of the space, where there was a huge altar, and in the center of the altar stood a giant tooth almost as tall as a person.

The teeth were pure white, with a faint halo around their surface, like solidified moonlight.

It stood there quietly, exuding an ancient, domineering, and sacred aura.

That aura was even more powerful and pure than that of the Holy Sword and Holy Armor.

If I'm not mistaken, this is what the Chosen Ones are looking for: the teeth of the Ancestral Dragon.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes subconsciously stood up and walked towards the altar, intending to help Zhang Yangqing take the thing away.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Yangqing stopped her.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes turned around in confusion: "What's wrong, brother?"

Zhang Yangqing did not answer immediately, but stepped forward and carefully observed the restriction patterns around the altar.

His fingers traced lightly in the air, as if touching something unseen.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and asked in an extremely serious tone, "Are you prepared to go against the world?" (End of Chapter)