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

"You mean, that strange Qin Ming never intended to fight you?"

Su Muyu sat behind the desk, holding a calligraphy brush in her hand. She dipped the tip of the brush into the inkstone and then placed it on the open book page.

He wrote slowly, each stroke meticulous, recording the course of events.

As the logistics manager of Longhu Mountain and the main person in charge of the Daoist APP, Su Muyu needs to collect a lot of intelligence, especially all kinds of strange information.

Every new and bizarre species that appears, every special encounter, and every piece of useful information will be recorded, archived, and kept for future reference.

This was the first time Su Muyu had heard of the strange thing Zhang Yangqing had mentioned.

The strange creatures he encountered were all extremely vicious, ruthless killers, devouring souls, and creating fear.

That bizarre way of thinking is very simple: I want to eat you, so I want to kill you.

This strange Qin Ming is different; it had the opportunity and the ability to act, but it didn't.

"That's right, he's just looking for an excuse to disappear."

Zhang Yangqing was quite satisfied with this strange Qin Ming.

After all, it disappeared on its own, without causing any trouble for Zhang Yangqing.

No battles, no purification, no sealing, not even cleanup.

He rolled a cigarette, finished it, and left—clean and efficient.

This is absolutely Zhang Yangqing's 'ideal type'.

Of course, he is the ideal type as an opponent.

Su Muyu placed the brush on the inkstone and waited for the ink to dry completely before closing the book and getting up to walk to the cabinet behind her.

The cabinet is made of mahogany and is very large, taking up an entire wall. Inside, various files are neatly organized.

Arranged by year, by region, and by type of strangeness.

It is clear that Su Muyu is very meticulous and organized in her work.

At least Zhang Yangqing was too lazy to do these things. It would be better to let him fight a Saint Realm expert in a one-on-one battle than to let him manage the files.

Su Muyu stuffed the pages into one of the compartments, closed the door, turned around and sat back down at the table, sipping her tea and remarking, "The world is full of wonders. If everything were this bizarre, how wonderful that would be."

Zhang Yangqing laughed, a laugh that carried a hint of "you're still too naive": "If all of them were this kind of weird, that would be troublesome. These weirdos are highly intelligent and have emotions. If they really put on an act, ordinary people would be fooled to death without even realizing it. Once the weirdos start using emotions instead of violence to solve problems, then the weirdos are the most dangerous creatures in the world."

Su Muyu paused for a moment, holding the teacup.

He thought for a moment and nodded.

Indeed, not every supernatural being possesses a kind and gentle person like Qin Ming.

After taking a sip of tea, Su Muyu put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Yangqing.

That gaze puzzled Zhang Yangqing. His expression seemed to say, "What, why are you looking at me like that? I don't think I have any money to give you, do I?"

That's not right. You're the one in charge of finances. You're the one who issues my money.

While Zhang Yangqing was thinking, Su Muyu said, "You didn't take out the rewards from the last Strange Tales World settlement. The last Chosen One of this Strange Tales World has already been settled. Take them out and look at them together."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, "I see."

Su Muyu was very busy last time and had already left Longhu Mountain to handle some matters when it came time to settle accounts, so Zhang Yangqing was too lazy to check.

For him, rewards are icing on the cake, not a lifeline.

It's better to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't.

Of course, this only applies to Zhang Yangqing.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his mind. The two long-abandoned settlement information were like two pebbles that had sunk to the bottom of the water, which he retrieved.

The first course comes from "Deadly Country".

Congratulations on completing the supernatural tale "Deadly Kingdom"!

[Normal Reward: All attributes increased by 10 points.] [Special Reward 1: Fragment of the cultivation technique "Nine Netherworld Guidance," an ancient cultivation method with seven levels. This scroll only contains the first three levels. Upon mastery, one can draw upon the power of the Nine Netherworlds and control the energy of the netherworld. Cultivate with caution; those with weak wills are prone to falling into demonic ways.]

[Special Reward 2: 3 x "Netherworld Crystals", rare crystals from the depths of the Nine Nether Abyss, containing rich Netherworld power, which can be used to forge magical artifacts or assist in cultivating Yin attribute techniques.]

The second one comes from the "Endless Deep Realm".

Congratulations on clearing the supernatural tale "Endless Abyss"!

[Normal Reward: All attributes increased by 10 points.]

[Special Reward 1: Skill "Eye of the Abyss," when activated, grants insight into everything in the darkness, ignoring effects such as stealth, illusion, and disguise. Duration is proportional to the cost; excessive use will burden the soul. Ineffective against special units.]

[Special Reward 2: 5 x Rare Abyssal Essence Ore, a rare metal produced from the depths of the endless abyss. It is hard and has a strong affinity for dark attributes, and can be used to forge weapons or armor.]

All attributes increased by 20 points.

Zhang Yangqing sensed the changes in his body; in the outside world, perhaps it wouldn't matter.

However, in the world of ghost stories, it will be somewhat enhanced.

Zhang Yangqing opened his eyes, took those items out of the virtual storage space, and placed them on the table.

Fragments of cultivation techniques, crystals, and ores were neatly arranged in a row, gleaming faintly under the lamplight.

"You can arrange it as you see fit."

Zhang Yangqing pushed the items towards Su Muyu; he had no particular attachment to these things.

The cultivation techniques can be studied by fellow disciples, and the crystals and ores can be stored away for future use.

Su Muyu looked at the things on the table, neither refusing nor thanking them.

He knew Zhang Yangqing's temper; if he said he'd give it to you, he meant it, no more nonsense.

Su Muyu simply put these things away one by one, placing them in the cabinet, filing what needed to be filed, and storing what needed to be stored.

Let alone Zhang Yangqing, even any Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain would not question whether Su Muyu would secretly take some for personal use.

They would rather believe Xiao Xuan was a woman than believe that their senior brother would do such a thing.

The eldest brother is absolutely fair and just, just as absolutely fair as Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing stretched, yawned, walked to the futon by the window, sat down, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.

He needed to rest for a while, not to sleep, but to comprehend, to comprehend the power of space.

When Zhang Yangqing was at the Undying Mountain, he absorbed a lot of spatial power from the corpse of Xing Gutian and used it briefly, but that was all "borrowing".

Borrowing other people's strength, using other people's bodies.

That body has now collapsed in the world of ghost stories.

Zhang Yangqing closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into his dantian, trying to modify some spatial codes and create some spatial wormholes.

After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed.

As the saying goes, even a clever cook can't cook without rice.

Zhang Yangqing possesses maxed-out comprehension; he understands the essence of spatial power, its operational rules, and how it integrates with the human body.

But understanding is one thing, you still need rice to cook.

No matter how much you know, it's all for nothing if you don't have rice (meaning money).

He can understand the power of space, but he lacks the means to communicate with it.

Zhang Yangqing closed his eyes again and continued to train his spatial perception in an 'abstract' manner.

He's just stubborn; he refuses to believe that without rice, I can't make rice.

But how to build it, and what materials to use, that's a bit tricky.

Zhang Yangqing thought to himself: I hope the next time a ghost story world appears, I can go there in person. (End of Chapter)