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

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing remained as calm as ever.

His expression remained unchanged, his eyes showed no fluctuation, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, like a spectator watching a play, rather than someone being threatened.

Zhang Yangqing continued speaking, his voice not loud, but every word was like a nail driven into the dean's heart: "The reason you dare to say this is because you think we will rely on this Holy Sword and Armor. Back then, you were chased by the Holy Sword and couldn't break through the armor's defense. Now you dare to appear and provoke us, isn't it because you've found a way to break through it over the years? Am I right?"

This was the "wicked sense of humor" that Zhang Yangqing had discerned about the supernatural world even before he arrived: how to kill the Chosen One.

Now it seems that it was well-reasoned and that every point was analyzed clearly.

The holy sword and armor are not invincible; they are things left behind by the savior. How could the savior's enemies, after studying them for so many years, not find a way to break them?
The fact that the female dean recognized the holy sword and armor, and still provoked them, proves everything.

Seeing the female dean's face grow increasingly dark, like a furious black bear, Zhang Yangqing smiled. His smile held a hint of mockery, a hint of disdain, and a deeper, unfathomable meaning: "What? You want to kill me?"

The female dean's eyes turned cold, a coldness that wasn't the cold of winter, but a coldness that seeped from the depths of her soul, carrying a murderous intent.

Her fingers clenched slightly, and she forced out the words through clenched teeth: "I hate smart people."

Zhang Yangqing shrugged and continued to add fuel to the fire: "No, no, you hate people who see through you. After that savior left, you, this dog, were freed from your restraints and went crazy seeking self-esteem, torturing and killing humans, just because they saw your dog-like side, or rather, you saw them as saviors and went on a crazy revenge."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the director's face: "The veterinarians here are probably all your subordinates. The authority you put on is just a way of hiding how lowly you were when you were a dog. You're projecting your hatred for the savior onto the weak humans, aren't you?"

With each sentence Zhang Yangqing spoke, the female dean's expression grew more serious.

Her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and the smile on her lips vanished completely, replaced by a suppressed, volatile anger.

Her fingers were trembling, not from fear, but from anger—anger that her wounds had been exposed in public.

Zhang Yangqing didn't care at all and continued to fan the flames: "Don't be fooled by your scary act, you're actually a coward. If you have the strength, why don't you ascend to immortality? Go find the savior and take revenge, go kill him, because you're too scared."

"Enough! You're asking for it!" the female dean roared, her voice so shrill it seemed to tear the air apart!

She erupted, a terrifying aura bursting forth from her petite body. That aura was not something one would expect from a peak Celestial Realm cultivator; it was more ancient, more primordial, and more indescribable.

That was the killing intent from ancient times, the blood energy formed from countless drops of blood, and spatial turbulence surging around her, distorting the air, distorting the light, distorting everything.

The books on the bookshelf were blown about by the wind, the picture frames on the wall cracked, and the lights on the ceiling flickered on and off before finally going out completely.

The office was plunged into darkness, with only the dean's eyes, which had turned into black holes, glowing, and the holy sword in the hand of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes glowing.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked at Zhang Yangqing with concern, her voice trembling slightly: "Big brother, what should we do?"

She had already gleaned from the conversation between Zhang Yangqing and the female dean that the guy was not afraid of the Holy Sword and could also break through armor.

Wouldn't that mean he would lose all his "advantages" as the new savior?

She is no longer afraid of any powerful beings because she possesses power that transcends this plane.

Without this advantage, how could she possibly fight against such an ancient monster who has lived for who knows how many years?
Zhang Yangqing looked at her and smiled.

That smile held a hint of mischief, a touch of slyness.

He patted the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes on the shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "The way a weapon is used depends on the user's skill. This is your chance to gain experience. You are welcome to give it a try. I will cover for you."

He paused, his eyes turning serious. "Come on, tell that guy over there who you are, show some guts!"

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes took a deep breath upon hearing Zhang Yangqing's "guarantee." She was very grateful to her older brother for giving her this opportunity, as it was a rare opportunity.

Think about it: you risk your life to fight a strong opponent, and if you lose, you die.

With a big brother to back you up, you won't die even if you lose. You can also gain experience, know your shortcomings, and maybe even break through. This is simply a great thing.

Little did she know, Zhang Yangqing was also unaware of the female dean's true intentions.

I'll just let her go first and observe for herself.

But this statement alone is enough to make the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes extremely grateful.

Because the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes had no doubt that Zhang Yangqing could beat the female dean, wasn't this a sure way for the older brother to crush her?
The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, swayed by Zhang Yangqing, straightened her back, took a deep breath, drew her sword, pointed it at the female dean, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Listen up! I am the one destined to end this chaotic world! The one who carries the fate of humanity on his shoulders! This world has been shrouded in darkness for too long. From today onwards, all of this will change! I will drive out all the evil!"

Her voice echoed in the office, each word resounding and powerful.

She thought her lines were cool, but then she glanced to the side and saw Zhang Yangqing awkwardly taking several steps back, almost shrinking into the corner.

That expression, that look in his eyes, that slightly pursed corner of his mouth—it clearly said: Holy crap, this guy is so chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

Even a high-earning professional who has just woken up feels like they could dig a two-bedroom apartment out of their toes upon hearing such cringeworthy lines.

He covered his face, squatted in the corner, his shoulders trembling, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes blushed bright red, like a ripe apple.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Her inner voice screamed: Didn't you tell me to say it?!
I finally had a moment of confidence, and you guys ruined it!
Zhang Yangqing was actually at a loss; this guy's lines were so cringeworthy and inspiring that he was afraid others would think he had taught them.

He quickly distanced himself, taking several steps back, almost as if he were holding up a sign that said "I don't know her."

The female dean's lips twitched as she watched this scene.

She had lived for thousands of years, seen countless powerful figures, and witnessed countless displays of arrogance, but this was the first time she had ever seen anything like it.

Her murderous intent was largely dispelled by this sudden, melodramatic line, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to define.

The female dean took a deep breath, then exhaled: "Are you...are you here to be funny?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes still had her sword pointed at her, but her momentum had already diminished by half.

Her face was still red, her ears were red, her neck was red, and she looked like a boiled shrimp.

Zhang Yangqing walked back from the corner, patted the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "This is the first hurdle of your training. Don't let your mindset be affected in an awkward situation. Keep it up."

Then he stepped aside, leaned against the wall, put his hands in his pockets, and adopted a "I'm just watching and not participating" attitude.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes took a deep breath, suppressed her chaotic emotions, and raised the holy sword again.

This time, her eyes changed. They were no longer filled with the childish "I am the savior" mentality, but with a serious "I want to fight" attitude.

The female dean looked at her and suddenly smiled.

There was no mockery, no contempt in that smile, only a pure, heartfelt appreciation: "Very well, then let me see how much of the Savior's legacy you can wield." (End of Chapter)