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

The red-haired psychic clenched his fingers in mid-air, seemingly indicating that he had won the battle in the spiritual realm.

With a crack, the sound was not loud, but it was crisp, like someone had stepped on an egg.

The central Shining was crushed, splattering black blood all over the ground, leaving pools of black liquid with a pungent, fishy stench.

The other Shining Spirits lost control and began to scatter aimlessly, no longer able to coalesce or attack, like a swarm of headless flies.

The red-haired psychic waved his hand, and the vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing them all.

The dark aura dissipated, and the corridor returned to normal.

The toilet door was still closed, and there were only a few puddles of black liquid on the floor, proving that a fight had just taken place there.

The repairman came out, looked at the black blood on the ground, and then at the red-haired psychic: "Impressive. This Shining is not someone that ordinary people can deal with. You didn't even break a sweat."

His tone was full of admiration, not just politeness.

The red-haired psychic scratched his head sheepishly, making his hair even messier: "It's nothing. I can take down as many of these small fry as they come."

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes kept glancing at Zhang Yangqing, as if waiting for his evaluation.

Zhang Yangqing smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

The red-haired psychic paused for a moment, then laughed. "Let's hear the lie first."

Zhang Yangqing said, "Dude, you're awesome. Your telekinetic manipulation is absolutely amazing. You were able to cleverly expose a weakness, attract the opponent's attack, and then determine who the main core Shining was and take him down in one fell swoop. Your rich combat experience, calm judgment, and precise strikes are something that most people can't do."

The red-haired psychic chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face: "And the truth?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "Damn it, what kind of crap are you shooting at? You're wasting so much time. The opponent is the eyeball, and the eyeball has an absolute blind spot. Just shoot at its blind spot. Its field of vision is limited; it can only see in one direction. If you attack from an angle it can't see, it won't even have time to react."

"Your use of mental power is really poor. For example, that vortex you just created was too large and wasted mental energy. If you had compressed it to one-third of its original size and created several of them, the effect would have been much better and the energy consumption would have been much lower. Also, the timing of your attack was terrible. You kept waiting for it to show a weakness, but you waited too long. It's not without weaknesses. From the beginning, it was clear who the core player was. And you need to change your fighting style."

Zhang Yangqing also talked about some aspects of Qimen Dunjia from Longhu Mountain.

The directions of the Eight Trigrams, the generating and restraining relationships of the Five Elements, and the combination of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Which directions are the gates of life, which are the gates of death, which times are suitable for attacking, and which times are suitable for defending?

He spoke slowly, but covered a lot of ground, from basics to advanced topics, from theory to practice, explaining each point thoroughly.

After listening, the red-haired psychic did not show any embarrassment; instead, he seemed to have an epiphany.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed. His eyes darted around, and his lips moved a few times, as if he were silently reciting something.

He tried to circulate his mental energy as Zhang Yangqing had instructed, drawing an arc in the air with his fingers. The light at his fingertips was brighter, more stable, and more focused than before.

The red-haired psychic paused for a moment, then drew another arc, this time even faster.

"Holy crap, you're absolutely right. I just tried it out and it felt like there was a significant improvement. Holy crap, do you have an advanced version of this method? Can you teach me? Holy crap, I'm increasingly impressed by your method."

He exclaimed "Holy crap!" several times, which was enough to show his approval of Zhang Yangqing.

The red-haired psychic wasn't the type to easily convince others, but he tried what Zhang Yangqing said, and it worked—far exceeding his expectations.

Zhang Yangqing knew that the "hook" had already been planted.

This guy is already interested; he's been drawn to him.

He doesn't need to do anything else; he just needs to wait.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Don't worry, I'll teach you when I have time. I have other things to do right now."

After saying that, Zhang Yangqing handed the harmonica to the red-haired psychic.

The red-haired psychic took it, examined it carefully, and then put it in his pocket. Logically, having received the item, he should have left.

But he didn't. He was now curious about Zhang Yangqing, interested in Zhang Yangqing's Qimen Dunjia techniques, and also needed Zhang Yangqing's help.

He chose to follow, strolling leisurely down the corridor as if taking a casual walk.

The repairman led Zhang Yangqing to the storage room.

The door is made of wood, the paint is peeling, and the doorknob is rusty.

He took out his key, inserted it into the lock, turned it twice, and the door opened.

It was filled with all sorts of old and discarded items: tables, chairs, benches, metal cabinets, rusty pipes, and dusty light bulbs.

There were several cardboard boxes in the corner, with the words "surveillance equipment" written on them, but the writing was already blurred.

The repairman went over, opened the cardboard box, and rummaged through it.

He took out a camera, looked at it, and put it aside. Then he took out another one, looked at it again, and put it aside as well.

"I don't know if it will work, but I'll try to fix it."

He squatted down, placed the two cameras on the ground, opened his toolbox, took out a screwdriver and pliers, and began to disassemble them.

His hands were steady, and his movements were quick. He unscrewed the screws one by one, disassembled the casing piece by piece, and inspected the circuit boards one by one.

Luckily, of the two surveillance cameras, one was completely broken; the circuit board was burnt and the parts were rusted, so it couldn't be repaired.

There's another one that's good, but the wiring is loose and there's poor contact.

The repairman resoldered the wires, put the casing back on, tightened the screws, and held it up to the light to examine it: "This one works, the other one is useless, throw it away."

Zhang Yangqing asked the maintenance worker to install a surveillance camera in the monitoring room.

The repairman certainly wouldn't refuse to help with such a small problem.

He carried his toolbox and the repaired camera, and followed Zhang Yangqing back to the monitoring room.

He paints here in a melancholic and eerie way, and nobody cares.

He sat in the corner, a new painting on his easel, a reflection of his recent insights.

The repairman started installing the surveillance cameras, his movements were very skilled.

Zhang Yangqing and the red-haired psychic sat in front of the monitoring console, watching the monitor screen.

The red-haired psychic seemed very curious. It was his first time here. He looked out the window, watched the security camera footage for a while, and finally looked at the repairman who was fixing the security cameras and asked, "Master, what do you do for a living?"

Repairman: "."

The repairman turned around, looked at him with the kind of look you'd give an idiot, and didn't bother to say anything.

The red-haired psychic, realizing he was being rude, touched his nose and returned to Zhang Yangqing's side.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, beginning to discuss the use of telekinesis with Zhang Yangqing.

He asked a lot of questions, from basic to advanced, from theory to practice, and every question was to the point.

Zhang Yangqing taught him a complete set of Taoist cultivation techniques, from breathing exercises to meridian circulation, from mental focus to spiritual projection.

Here, not only Zhang Yangqing, but even the viewers outside the big screen noticed something was amiss. (End of Chapter)