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

The "evil aura" the strange chef mentioned refers to black energy, an eerie atmosphere.

Zhang Yangqing sighed: "It's not that I don't want to use it, it's that the body I have doesn't have any energy perception, I can't use any energy at all. It's not that I don't want to use the evil energy, it's that my body can't sense it."

He was telling the truth; this body was that of an ordinary person, without meridians, a dantian (energy center), or the ability to sense energy.

After careful observation, the eerie chef sighed, "Brother, to be honest, the body you possessed is too weak. If you had a body with sensory energy and the ability to cultivate, you would be invincible in this building. It's such a pity."

He paused, then continued, "How about considering a different body?"

The fact that he could say this actually dispelled the strange chef's doubts about Zhang Yangqing's identity.

He didn't doubt that Zhang Yangqing wasn't a monster, but he felt that this monster was unlucky to have possessed a terrible body that couldn't use evil energy.

To be honest, Zhang Yangqing had considered the idea of ​​changing bodies.

But he needs to be careful; the supernatural world gave him this body, surely it has some use.

Changing bodies randomly might prevent the rules from being triggered, ruin the mission, and cause him to lose all his previous efforts.

So Zhang Yangqing said, "It's difficult. At this stage, I still need to use this body to complete my mission, but I think with your help, I will become stronger."

The eerie chef patted his chest and said, "Brother, just tell me what help you need. The strength you just displayed is definitely not something we should have at this level. I believe in you; you have absolutely invincible combat experience."

This is the kind of worship and trust that the indigenous people would show after Zhang Yangqing demonstrated his "invincibility".

The strange chef's gaze towards Zhang Yangqing is different now than before. Before, it was, "This person is a monitor, he might be useful." Now, it's, "This person is my older brother, following him is the right thing to do."

In this place, strength determines everything.

He could be beaten with just one finger, how could he possibly complain?

The more the strange chef observed Zhang Yangqing, the more incredible it seemed.

Sometimes, Zhang Yangqing would just stand there, his whole body full of openings. His shoulders were slumped, his center of gravity was unstable, and his hands and feet were not in defensive positions. But being full of openings meant that he had no openings.

You can't find his weakness because he's full of weaknesses, and each weakness is like bait.

The eerie chef tried to simulate the attack in his mind, but every time he was about to throw a punch, an image of Zhang Yangqing counterattacking would automatically appear in his mind. Before his fist even arrived, his own face would be swollen from being slapped.

When Zhang Yangqing began his attack, his body, which was full of openings, transformed into a series of terrifying killing moves.

The eerie chef still remembered Zhang Yangqing's expressionless face when he attacked, an expression that could be described as declaring victory.

He didn't even exert himself, didn't fight desperately, didn't work hard. Victory was like doing something very ordinary to him. What else could this be but absolute invincibility?
It was this body that limited Zhang Yangqing's strength, and the strange chef had no doubt about Zhang Yangqing's words.

For example, right now, Zhang Yangqing is standing here, and even the strange chef thinks he is a "god" with a mortal body.

He was very curious about how terrifying this "god" would be once unsealed.

At this moment, the melancholy and eerie figure who had been watching from the sidelines painted a world-famous picture.

He painted very quickly, his brush flying across the paper, creating smooth lines and distinct light and shadow.

That world-famous painting depicts a battle between two "people".

One person stands with their hands behind their back, relaxed as if taking a stroll, while the other holds a kitchen knife, leans forward, and has a fierce expression.

The larger figure in the picture is the eerie chef, and the smaller figure is Zhang Yangqing.

But behind Zhang Yangqing, there was a towering phantom, reaching into the clouds and looking down upon all living beings.

The phantom's face was blurry, but its posture was exactly the same as Zhang Yangqing's, standing with its hands behind its back, exuding an invincible aura.

After the duel ended, Zhang Yangqing looked at the melancholy and eerie chef and asked, "Want to have a match with me?" The eerie chef urged, "Hey, you artist, go for it! Let him know what it means to be a hidden master."

The melancholy eeriness remained unchanged, leaning against the wall with a paintbrush in hand, and said indifferently, "Forget it, I'm not interested in getting beaten up."

The eerie chef: "."

Your words make me sound stupid. So you think I enjoy getting beaten up?
If the melancholy and eerie person knew what he was thinking, they would definitely say: Isn't that right?

They've already said they're invincible. Anyone who dares to say something like that is either an idiot or a true powerhouse.

You've already proven that they're truly strong, so if I were to go for it, wouldn't I just be an idiot?

Seeing that the two of them had given in, Zhang Yangqing began to explain his plan.

Since everyone here wants to survive, we need to prepare for what's to come.

The eerie chef asked, "What's going to happen next?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "At this stage, we are just getting familiar with our bodies and the rules here. You saw the woman in the restaurant; she's not from here. When I talked to her, she told me that many other people might come here. They might be the real owners or guests. Their presence poses a huge danger to us."

He paused, looking at the two of them: "Let's combine our strengths to increase our self-defense capabilities. You are the chef, you can provide food with attribute buffs, you are the artist, you can draw some props with energy attributes, and I have combat experience, but my body is too weak. Let's combine our strengths. You can provide me with some of the props I want, and I will fight. I can protect you. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to step over my dead body."

These words deeply moved the eerie chef, who sincerely replied, "Brother, I have nothing more to say, you're my brother! I'll do whatever you ask me to do. I'm just confused, but I'm not afraid to die!"

His voice was firm.

He looked at Zhang Yangqing with a melancholy and strange expression, and remained silent for a while.

On that perpetually melancholic face, an expression never before seen appeared—seriousness.

There was a light in his eyes, the kind of light that comes from finding direction: "Brother, I think I've found the meaning of my existence. I want to follow you, see the path you've walked, and see how far you can go, so I support you."

This is the bond between three men, and also the first step in Zhang Yangqing's world of supernatural tales.

Zhang Yangqing thought to himself: In the world of supernatural tales, strength still makes things easier.

If you have absolute strength, the indigenous people will absolutely support you.

You don't need to reason with them, offer them benefits, or make empty promises. Just win them over, and they'll become your teammates.

Before moving on to the next stage, Zhang Yangqing had the strange chef prepare some ingredients and carried them with him.

These cookie-like items provide buffs to different attributes.

Then Zhang Yangqing also had the melancholy and eerie creature draw some protective gear and weapons according to his design.

The design was drawn by Zhang Yangqing on the spot; the lines were simple, but the structure was complex.

He glanced at her with a melancholy and strange expression, then frowned.

He drew for a long time, stroke by stroke, until his wrists ached, before he finally finished drawing the protective gear.

Upon seeing the painting, the eerie chef was filled with envy, rubbing his hands together to express that he wanted a set too.

The melancholy eeriness said, "This painting is too exquisite. With my current abilities, I can only summon one set."

His tone carried a hint of apology.

Although the eerie chef was disappointed, he patted the melancholy chef's shoulder and said, "It's alright, we can talk about it another time. Let's prioritize our eldest brother's use." (End of Chapter)