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

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes gritted her teeth, wanting to rush forward again, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.

Just then, Zhang Yangqing spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but in this area, every word was crystal clear: "Don't try to fight her with strength; she's not purely supernatural."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "If you carefully sense her aura, you'll find that half of her body even possesses holy energy. In order to find a way to deal with the purification, she absorbed something that could absorb purification, achieving a balance between the strange and the power of purification. When you activate the holy sword, you are actually recharging her."

The female dean's expression changed slightly. They saw through it all? I disguised myself so well, even catching it with my hand to make it look like I was being purified, and no one had ever noticed before!

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes suddenly looked up, staring at the female dean, carefully sensing her aura.

Sure enough! In that aura, besides the eerie chill, there was also a faint, familiar warmth! That was holy energy!
Zhang Yangqing's voice continued, unhurried, as if lecturing: "Use it the other way around, use the Holy Sword to absorb her purifying power. Once the balance in her body is broken, the strange half will go out of control, and her advantage will become her fatal flaw."

The eyes of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes lit up.

The female dean's face darkened completely.

Before Zhang Yangqing could finish speaking, his gaze swept over the peach blossom-eyed beauty's swordsmanship, and he began to offer guidance: "Your swordsmanship is too conventional. You are 'practicing moves,' not 'using the sword.' Every time you strike, you are thinking about what angle, what force, and what speed to use. You are overthinking it."

"A sword is for killing, not for performing. When you draw your sword, don't think about it, let it go out on its own. Your body is faster than your brain, and your instincts are more accurate than your experience. You've survived to this day not because of your swordsmanship, but because of your instincts."

"Your field is also incorrect."

Zhang Yangqing's gaze fell on the scattered ancient artifacts.

“What you have comprehended is the ‘glory of the old world,’ but your glory belongs to others, not you. Those objects belong to them, not you. You are merely borrowing their power, not using your own.”

"What you need to do is not to make those objects fall, but to bring them to life; not to make them smash people, but to make them fight alongside you."

"In other words, the owners of these objects were all powerful figures in their lives, having experienced countless battles. Don't control the objects; let them fight on their own. They will find the feeling their former owners once had."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes listened in a daze, but she definitely understood something.

The female dean was stunned and began to feel afraid.

She looked at Zhang Yangqing, her expression growing increasingly complicated.

Who exactly is this guy?

Every word he spoke was like a knife, precisely cutting into her weaknesses.

The things he said were things that not everyone could see or say.

The female dean couldn't help but speak up, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "You talk too much!"

That expression seemed to say: "You watch chess without speaking, don't you even know the rules?"
Zhang Yangqing looked at her, shrugged, and his expression seemed to say: I told you, what can you do to me?

He even spread his hands to show his innocence: "I was just teaching her. If you think it's unfair, you can find someone to teach you."

The female dean's lips twitched. Where was she supposed to find someone?

I've lived all these years and have always been alone.

She took a deep breath and decided to ignore Zhang Yangqing.

The female dean looked at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes again, her gaze turning cold: "Don't listen to his nonsense. You can't do what he's talking about."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes ignored her; she was processing what Zhang Yangqing had said.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her whole demeanor had changed.

Don't forget, the beauty with peach blossom eyes isn't weak. Her talent is actually quite high; rising from a miner to a top-tier figure isn't something luck alone can achieve. The battle continued, and the beauty with peach blossom eyes began to operate according to Zhang Yangqing's fighting style. The female dean felt her holy energy draining away, and her expression completely changed.

She lunged at Zhang Yangqing, thinking that if she could just kill this garrulous guy, everything would go back to normal.

A beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stood in front of Zhang Yangqing with her sword drawn, and the holy sword unleashed a golden light barrier, forcing the female dean to retreat.

The female dean tried several more times, but each time she was stopped by the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

Her holy energy was constantly draining away, the balance within her body began to waver, and the eerie half began to stir.

The female dean's breathing became rapid, and her eyes turned crazed.

"Go ahead and let me pass! I'll kill him and come back to fight you!"

She roared, her voice filled with an almost hysterical rage.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth. She looked at the female dean's face, which was twisted with anger, and thought to herself: No way, you're struggling to fight me, let alone my older brother? My older brother just didn't want to fight and didn't unleash his full strength. You really think he can't fight?

The female dean got angry and suddenly stepped back, crossing her arms in front of her, as black energy frantically gathered in her palms.

Her eyes turned into two black holes, with countless spatial turbulence surging inside.

"I'm done playing! You're all going to die!" The female dean's voice was shrill, like a scream!
Domain! Endless Devouring!
The surrounding space began to change.

It's not distorted, it's collapsed.

It's like a mirror being smashed by a hammer, with fragments flying through the air, each fragment reflecting a different scene.

Some are scorched hells, some are blood-red skies, and some are endless voids.

The fragments began to spin, forming a huge vortex, like a black hole, swallowing everything around them.

The domain of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes began to be torn apart, and those ancient artifacts were swept into the vortex and disappeared.

Her body began to be pulled, her steps became unsteady, and she slid forward.

She desperately tried to shove the holy sword into the ground to steady herself, but the sword was still sliding forward.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes panicked; her attacks completely missed the female dean.

Before the sword lights could even get close to the female dean, they were deflected by the spatial turbulence and disappeared into the gaps between the fragments.

Moreover, the sense of danger was growing stronger, and something was crawling out from the fragments—some like tentacles, some like claws, and some like faceless creatures.

Zhang Yangqing's voice rang out again, still unhurried: "This is a kind of spatial turbulence, a very low-level spatial law."

He paused, then continued, "But her greatest strength lies in the fact that she is unaffected by spatial turbulence. She is immune to many of the chaotic phenomena of spatial turbulence, such as your attacks going astray, while hers do not."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes panicked: "What should I do? How can I hit her?"

Zhang Yangqing walked out from the corner.

"I'll do it," he said, walking over to the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and taking the holy sword from her hand.

The holy sword hummed in his hand.

The sound wasn't just an ordinary buzzing; it carried a joyful tremor, like the trembling of a long-awaited reunion.

The sword's light was no longer the golden hue emanating from the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, but a purer, more essential white light, as if it had existed since the beginning of the world. (End of Chapter)