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

Another member of the Xinggu Tian clan asked Zhang Yangqing how he knew.
Zhang Yangqing said he was a body mortician and had seen the body by chance a few days ago while he was dealing with corpses there.

Then he added, "But there seem to be people guarding over there, wearing gray-white robes with bone badges on their chests, just like you. I thought they were your people."

The members of the Xinggu Tian clan exchanged glances, said nothing more, gave Zhang Yangqing a small favor as a thank you for the intelligence, and then turned and left.

That evening, the two groups met in that valley.

A group of people from Tianli, led by that elder at the peak of the Half-Saint Realm, escorted the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes to "pick" the Four-Colored Rejuvenating Flowers.

Don't worry about why there are four-colored resurrection flowers there. Zhang Yangqing can create a 'wild' four-colored resurrection flower just by doing something.

The other group was the branch of people Zhang Yangqing had spread the news to. They thought it was an unclaimed treasure in the wild, so they all came out to strike first.

Both groups were taken aback when they saw each other.

Then, almost simultaneously, they recognized each other; they were both members of the Xing Gu Tian clan, just from a branch.

"What are you doing here?" Elder Tianli asked coldly.

"What we do here is none of your business. This area isn't your territory." The other party's leader retorted.

"These flowers are ours."

"What you found is yours? The name on it? This flower grows in the mountains, whoever finds it first gets to keep it."

"You dare to rob me?"

So what if I rob you?

They couldn't agree on anything; both of them had fiery tempers and were people who had lived on the edge of death.

It's unclear who struck first, or who pulled out the knife first.

Within a few breaths, the valley was in complete chaos.

Energy clashed, swords clashed, and blood splattered.

Some fell down, some got up and continued to fight, some cursed as they fought, some were beaten until their teeth were knocked out, and others were sending signals to call for reinforcements.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes hid behind a large rock in the distance, covering her ears, closing her eyes, and muttering to herself.

It wasn't prayer, it was counting, it was counting whether the fallen corpses possessed spatial power.

On the rock, Zhang Yangqing was also watching from a corner, observing which corpses he could obtain.

Make a note of whether they have any traces of spatial power. Their pupils are white, which is a sign that Xing Gu Tian Shi has awakened spatial power.

The battle lasted less than an hour, and casualties began to appear on both sides. Zhang Yangqing knew that his opportunity had come.

Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes did not participate in these battles.

Their strength is too weak, only at the initial Saint Realm. In a conflict of this level, even a minor aftershock could kill them.

That's why they can choose not to participate in the war.

What Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes had to do was simple: follow behind the fighting and collect the corpses.

The battle was not over yet, as several powerful figures had already moved on to other areas, and the others had no time to care about the corpses here.

Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, dressed as morticians, quickly walked over, squatted down, and examined the corpse.

A member of the Xinggutian clan with white pupils and a thin, long crack between his eyebrows—a fatal wound—was dead.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at it; the pupils were very white, so it was indeed correct. He nodded.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes put the corpse into a black body bag.

Zhang Yangqing shook his head at the other clansman with normal pupils, and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes ignored him.

They didn't pick up corpses that weren't possessed by spatial powers; they only picked those with white pupils.

Not every member of the Xinggu Tian clan can awaken the power of space; at most, one or two out of ten clan members can.

But these one or two are exactly what Zhang Yangqing needs.

Something peculiar happened here: a severely wounded member of the Xinggutian clan was still breathing and conscious, but unable to fight. The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes planned to finish him off and then take the body away.

Because this guy does indeed possess spatial abilities, and his eye color is correct.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "There might be a trap. We can't hurt him; we should help him."

Because Zhang Yangqing remembered that the one-eyed man had mentioned the third death rule of the Xinggu Tian clan: "When they learn that you have killed their clansmen, then there is no need to say anything, they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

If it only happened once, Zhang Yangqing would definitely kill someone.

But if we're going to keep doing this, then we can't go too far.

Perhaps this rule contains a hint, suggesting that when the chosen ones die, the Xing Gu Tian clan will leave a mark on their victims, which their clansmen will then hunt down relentlessly.

Even if it was overthinking, Zhang Yangqing avoided taking any risks.

The beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes saved this man, and he was very grateful to her.

There was a reason why Zhang Yangqing kept having the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes raise Xing Gutian's favorability.

Zhang Yangqing came here to 'change his number'. Xing Gutian might not remember the new number, so it's better to keep the number of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes to increase his favorability.

Zhang Yangqing, after circling the mountains several times, found another corpse, its chest pierced and its pupils white.

This body, along with the previously found body, was taken away by Zhang Yangqing without a sound.

The people of Xinggutian were too busy fighting to count the corpses.

How many people died, who died, where they died, and who will collect the bodies—none of that matters.

The important thing is to defeat the opponent, seize the territory, vent your anger, obtain the Four-Colored Resurrection Flower, and give an explanation to the clan leader.

Inside a cave in Sancai Mountain, Zhang Yangqing and the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes set up an array to isolate their auras.

The cave is deep and well hidden, with its entrance obscured by vines and pebbles, making it virtually impossible to spot without careful observation.

The cave was damp and cold, filled with the earthy smell of soil and the chill of rocks.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes opened the body bag, and a corpse with white pupils slid out.

The body was already cold, its skin was deathly pale, its lips were purple, and its face was contorted with the fear and pain it had felt before death.

Zhang Yangqing sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes.

His breathing became slow and deep, as if he had entered a meditative state.

A strange, black energy surged from his body, spreading through the air like mist.

The mist wasn't dispersing; rather, it was consciously drifting towards the corpse, as if it were alive, slowly and layer by layer enveloping it.

Energy seeped into the corpse, its skin, muscles, bones, meridians, and dantian—every inch, every place, every corner.

The black energy, like tiny snakes, slithered inside the corpse.

The corpse began to mutate and was absorbed by Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing's pupils also began to change.

The silvery-white halo around the edge of the originally black pupils grew thicker and brighter.

The reason for such meticulous attention to detail this time is that Zhang Yangqing wants to master the power of space.

This thing is no simple matter. Spatial power is different from strange energy or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is a power at the level of laws, involving the fundamental laws governing the operation of the world.

Zhang Yangqing had come into contact with spatial power before, but it was all passive – being teleported by the strange world, swept away by spatial turbulence, or swallowed by spatial rifts.

He has never actively controlled the power of space.

This was the first time he had truly "used" the power of space.

About three minutes later, Zhang Yangqing let out a long sigh and opened his eyes. (End of Chapter)