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

The place Zhang Yangqing arrived at was the Tianlang family, the Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain.

Many members of the Celestial Clan have the character "Tian" in their names. The Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain represents the Celestial Clan located in the vicinity of Sancai Mountain.

It might not work in other places, but in this area, if you say you're from the Tian Clan of Sancai Mountain, everyone will give you some face.

Of course, it's not okay to talk nonsense. The Tian family of Sancai Mountain can only be considered a giant in this place, not invincible. It's common for them to be hunted down by their enemies if they reveal their name.

Zhang Yangqing chose the code name "Tianqing" for himself and even used the abilities of the Celestial Clan in order to increase the Celestial Clan's favorability and address their specific needs.

In this place, identity and bloodline are the passports; having the identity of a Celestial Clan member makes many things much easier.

Along the way, Tianlang talked incessantly to Zhang Yangqing about the history of his family, spitting as he spoke, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, as if afraid that Zhang Yangqing wouldn't know how powerful the Tian family was.

He had always assumed that Zhang Yangqing was a member of the Celestial Clan from another region, so he spoke in exceptional detail, from the origins of his family to the great achievements of his ancestors, from the cultivation methods of the clan to the ranking of the younger generation, leaving no detail unmentioned, as if he wanted to recite the entire family genealogy.

This is the pride of scions of powerful families.

The Tian clan of Sancai Mountain may not be the most elite among the Tian clans, but they still have a lineage spanning tens of thousands of years.

The clan has no fewer than ten semi-saint level experts, and it is said that there is also a reclusive ancestor who should be a saint level expert.

Among the younger generation, there are many exceptionally talented individuals, and Sirius is one of the best among them.

Although he was only at the peak of the Initial Saint Realm, his combat strength far surpassed that of his peers. He once fought three powerful individuals of the same level alone in the Three-Colored Mountain Secret Realm without being defeated, and was regarded by the clan elders as a pillar of the future.

At this moment, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes next to him suddenly said, "Brother Tianlang, you're so strong, why were you chased by three people of the same level just now?"

Sirius's smile froze for a moment, then he scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "I came out to do a family-assigned task to deal with strange things, but I didn't expect them to ambush me. Those bastards, once I recover, I will definitely kill them! I'm not bragging, but if it's a head-on fight, I can easily beat all three of them."

He gestured as he spoke, as if demonstrating how he could take on three opponents at once and dominate the battlefield.

In front of beautiful women, the common flaw of the younger generation of strong individuals is their unwillingness to admit defeat and their stubbornness.

Zhang Yangqing didn't point this out; as long as your bragging doesn't affect my work, it's fine.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes listened with great interest, nodding in agreement from time to time, though it was unclear whether she genuinely believed it or was just going through the motions.

However, this woman does know her advantages; she can manipulate some naive men at will.

Zhang Yangqing followed Tianlang into the valley. Along the way, they didn't encounter many tribesmen, but every one of them looked at Zhang Yangqing with scrutiny and vigilance.

The Celestial Clan of Sancai Mountain is arrogant and self-important. They never show any respect to outsiders, and even fellow Celestials cannot escape being scrutinized.

A young man in a blue robe walked over from the opposite side. When he saw Tianlang, he first greeted him with a smile, and then his gaze fell on Zhang Yangqing, and his eyes immediately changed.

The smile was still there, but a layer of indifference had appeared in his eyes.

"Tianlang, who is this?" the young man asked, his tone wary.

Tianlang smiled and patted Zhang Yangqing on the shoulder: "My savior. I was ambushed outside, and it was thanks to this brother's help that I was able to get through."

As he spoke, he turned to Zhang Yangqing and introduced him: "Brother Tianqing, this is Tianming, the outstanding young generation of our clan. He is at the early stage of the Middle Saint Realm and is the third young generation in our clan after me."

Upon hearing this, Tianming was speechless: "You're only third? You were born a year earlier than me. Next time in the clan competition, I'll show you what it means to be second and third."

After speaking of Tianlang, Tianming looked Zhang Yangqing up and down, his brows furrowing slightly. He couldn't sense anything special about Zhang Yangqing; it wasn't that he was concealing anything, but rather that "there was nothing at all."

This feeling of having "nothing at all" actually made him somewhat uneasy.

It's like there's a wall standing in front of you. You think it's a wall, but it might actually be a sleeping behemoth.

Tianming didn't say much, just nodded as a greeting, and then turned and left.

His back was straight and his steps were steady, but after taking a few steps, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhang Yangqing again out of the corner of his eye, as if he was thinking about something or had seen something.

Tianlang looked at Tianming's back and sighed. He lowered his voice and said to Zhang Yangqing, "Brother Tianqing, don't mind him. Tianming is not a bad person. He's just a bit xenophobic. His father died because he believed an outsider, which led to his personality. Many people in the clan are like that. Some have never left the valley since they were young and are always wary of outsiders."

His tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if this had happened many times before.

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "It's alright, I understand. But it's really dangerous for us to blindly trust other people here. Aren't you afraid I might have some bad intentions?"

Upon hearing this, Tianlang laughed out loud, his hearty laughter echoing through the valley: "Hey! What's the big deal? You must have come to Sancai Mountain for a reason. Otherwise, who would come to a place like this? Outsiders who come to places like ours are either looking for treasures to complete missions, or seeking revenge or hiding from enemies. It's nothing more than that."

Sirius was quite open-minded, because he had come into contact with many outsiders.

He can distinguish between those who are friendly and sincere, and those who are rather hypocritical.

In other words, Zhang Yangqing saved his life, so how could he not be nice to him?

He understood that a life-saving grace is heavier than a mountain.

The two continued walking, passing through a bamboo forest, and a huge martial arts arena came into view.

The training ground was paved with black rocks, which were engraved with array patterns to prevent energy from leaking out.

The patterns gleamed faintly in the sunlight, like some kind of ancient totem.

Dozens of young disciples were practicing in the training ground, some sparring, their fists and feet clashing, their energy colliding and creating ripples.

Some were meditating, closing their eyes and concentrating, surrounded by spiritual energy.

Some were practicing spells, their fingers flying, and various colored lights intertwined in the air.

A young man in white stood in mid-air, his hands forming a hand seal. The surrounding air began to distort, and a golden beam of light descended from the sky, crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the surrounding disciples cheered and applauded thunderously.

Tianlang pointed at the white-robed youth, his tone tinged with pride: "That's Tianyu, the number one among the younger generation of our clan, a peak half-saint. He's only twenty-five years old this year, and the clan elders say he has a chance to break through to the saint realm before he turns thirty."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the white-clad youth, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

This guy is similar to Yin Kui, whom he possessed before. He has the luck of heaven and earth bestowed upon him, and his physique is special. He is definitely a cultivation genius.

However, there was one thing that Zhang Yangqing didn't quite understand, and he frowned slightly.

Seemingly noticing Zhang Yangqing frowning, Tianlang leaned closer and asked curiously, "Brother Tianqing, do you know him?" (End of Chapter)