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

Tianlang did not have much doubt about Zhang Yangqing's statement.

Because similar things often happen in places like this.

Some small clans and sects were suppressed and wiped out, and perhaps one or two survivors escaped.

The descendants of these people come back to search for their relatives decades or even centuries later because they know they have special abilities that they cannot use, and they come here to look for clues.

Sirius has seen many people like this and heard many stories like this, so he doesn't find it strange.

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with this area. Do you know anything about your family's special abilities?"

Sirius patted his chest, his tone carrying a sense of "I'll take care of it."

Zhang Yangqing pretended to be thoughtful, his brows furrowing slightly as if trying to recall some vague memory: "I'm not quite sure either, but there's one thing I find strange. My ancestor's eyes would occasionally turn white, and he couldn't control his abilities, which was very dangerous."

His tone was vague, as if he were describing a symptom that even he himself couldn't explain.

Zhang Yangqing spoke so vaguely in order to prevent Tianlang from thinking that he had a clear "purpose".

If Zhang Yangqing directly mentions "spatial power," then Tianlang will suspect that Zhang Yangqing has investigated this place and what his purpose is in approaching him.

His words were vague, more like that of an outsider exploring this place, who only had a vague understanding of his own origins.

This also fits his character portrayal of someone who is unaware of his ancestors' abilities, and his own words are neither contradictory nor flawed.

Sirius's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, and his voice rose several decibels: "Is there some spatial fluctuation? The kind that your ancestors couldn't control?"

Zhang Yangqing feigned surprise, his eyes widening slightly, his lips moving as if his thoughts had been exposed: "That's right! How did you know?"

Seeing how convincingly Zhang Yangqing acted, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was filled with admiration.

The boss is the boss. If I didn't know his purpose, I might have really been deceived by him.

So many details, from facial expressions to tone of voice, from word choice to pauses, every step is just right, all to make a person he just met accept his purpose for being there.

With acting skills like that, it's a shame she's not an actor.

Upon hearing this, Tianlang looked smug, crossed his arms, and raised his chin slightly, like a gambler who had won big: "You've come to the right person! You might not know the answer if you asked anyone else."

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, as if he were revealing a huge secret: "I suspect that your ancestor was a descendant of Xing Gu Tian Shi."

Zhang Yangqing said "Oh?" without speaking, waiting for Tianlang to continue.

Sirius spoke quickly, as if reciting a memorized text: "The Xinggu Tian clan has a remarkable background. They are not native to this area; they migrated here. They possess spatial power, but only a few members of their clan can awaken it. Once awakened, they become incredibly powerful."

"To put it bluntly, if they can't beat me, they can run away. It's hard to catch them. I once encountered one who was lower level than me, and he still managed to escape from me."

As he spoke, a hint of resentment lingered in his voice, as if he were recalling an unpleasant encounter.

Zhang Yangqing went along with it and asked, "Oh? Brother Tianlang has a grudge against the Xinggu Tian clan?"

This is a test, to see if you've fallen into a trap.

If Tianlang and his family have a blood feud with this Xinggu Tian clan, then he would most likely be in danger.

Tianlang waved his hand: "No, it's very complicated. The Xinggu Tian clan has many branches, and each family has only a few dozen people. Don't be fooled by their small number of people; they are very powerful. There are really not many families that dare to mess with them."

“Unlike the unity of other families, they look down on each other and fight each other. They are internally divided, and there are some ‘shameful things’ that I’m not comfortable talking about. They live in different places and have huge internal conflicts. I just encountered a sparring partner.” He paused, his expression became serious, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

“I don’t think it’s necessary for you to try to find your relatives. They are very xenophobic, and it could be dangerous to try to claim kinship with them.”

Sirius kindly explained that things were complicated here.

He has seen far too many outsiders who have been driven out, beaten, or even killed because of their attempts to claim kinship.

People from the Xinggu Tian clan generally have bad tempers.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Since we're already here, could you please give me a map or something to show the general layout so I can find it myself?"

Sirius hesitated for a moment, as if making a decision.

Then he raised his head, his eyes resolute: "I'll go with you. I'm worried about you going alone."

His tone was sincere; it wasn't just politeness, but genuine concern.

Zhang Yangqing appreciated his kindness and shook his head: "Brother Tianlang, please rest well and recover from your injuries. I hope you can come again next time so we can have a friendly spar. There's no need for us to go together; this is a family matter, and I will handle it."

He paused, then added, "Besides, you're injured right now, and coming with me would only distract me."

Sirius nodded. Indeed, the wound hadn't healed yet, so there was no need to push himself.

He pulled a map made of animal hide from his pocket, spread it on the table, and began to explain, pointing to the markings on it: "There are six settlements of the Xinggu Tian clan near Sancai Mountain, located at..."

His finger moved across the map, marking the terrain features and routes for each location.

The map was drawn in great detail, with mountains and rivers marked, but the strokes were somewhat hasty, as if it had been drawn casually.

Zhang Yangqing put the map away, stood up, and bowed to express his gratitude.

Sirius gave him some more gifts: a few packets of spiritual tea, a pot of pills, and some dry rations.

This time, Zhang Yangqing accepted the gift without hesitation, expressing his gratitude.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Yangqing left with the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes.

After walking a distance, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes looked back at the direction of the valley, and after confirming that no one was following, she lowered her voice and asked, "Big brother, why don't you let him come with us? Or send someone to take us there; he has connections in this area."

Zhang Yangqing raised his hand and tapped the head of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, the force neither too light nor too heavy, with a kind of helpless 'Why are you so dense?': "If he knew we were digging up a grave, wouldn't he attack us?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes stuck out her tongue and rubbed the spot where she had been hit, but her curiosity hadn't subsided.

She couldn't help but ask again, "I'm very curious, why did my brother specifically choose to save him after meeting so many people over the past few days? Is there some special reason behind it?"

As Zhang Yangqing walked, he said, "Do you remember the silver Kui that I refined and absorbed last time we came here?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes lit up and quickened her pace to keep up with Zhang Yangqing's rhythm: "I remember! That guy was terrifying. He was a professional hunter of outsiders in our area. He was one of the top geniuses in our region. I really didn't expect that you could kill him despite being a level above him. I admire you greatly."

Her tone was full of admiration, her eyes sparkling, like a little fangirl telling her idol a story.

Who was the savior of the previous world? He's practically become Zhang Yangqing's lackey.

Killing a top-tier genius of a higher level is understandable, but to do so is something no ordinary person can accomplish. (End of Chapter)