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

Zhang Yangqing stood up, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The Fifth Young Master did not get up to see him off, but the red-haired psychic followed him out.

Stepping out of the room, the red-haired psychic pulled Zhang Yangqing to the corner of the corridor and said in a low voice, "Big brother, don't be angry. Our young master is actually kind and generous. It's my fault for not speaking up for you."

His tone was apologetic, but also tinged with urgency.

The red-haired psychic wanted Zhang Yangqing to join him, knowing how formidable Zhang Yangqing was.

That kind of prowess isn't something as superficial as strength; it's about intelligence, judgment, and the ability to see through the essence of things amidst chaos.

The Fifth Young Master couldn't see these things; all he saw was an ordinary person.

The red-haired psychic couldn't be called Zhang Yangqing's number one fan, but he could genuinely sense Zhang Yangqing's power.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "It's not your business. Everyone has their own ambitions. Everyone should choose what they can understand. There's no need to force it. Actually, Fifth Young Master has already been very polite."

His tone was flat and emotionless, as if he took it all for granted.

At least the Fifth Young Master is someone with a very good attitude.

The reason Zhang Yangqing thinks this way is because you can tell from the terrible attitudes of the other young masters and ladies that the Fifth Young Master is actually not bad.

Of course, the fact that the Fifth Young Master had a good attitude doesn't mean he wasn't hypocritical.

He simply makes his dislike appear indifferent and his indifference appear enthusiastic.

If the Fifth Young Master truly sought out talented individuals, he wouldn't have judged Zhang Yangqing as useless at first glance.

In this world, it's perfectly normal to be respected if you lack power and authority.

The red-haired psychic sighed and rubbed his hands together: "Alright, if you need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll help if I can."

His tone was sincere, not just polite.

Zhang Yangqing nodded, turned around and left.

The red-haired psychic stood in the corridor, watching Zhang Yangqing's figure disappear around the corner. He stood there for a while before turning back.

Although he only spent a short time with Zhang Yangqing, he knew that his boss had truly missed out on a 'real dragon' this time.

The red-haired psychic was a shrewd man. He put himself in Zhang Yangqing's shoes and realized that despite having various abilities and trump cards, Zhang Yangqing didn't get angry at his friend's boss's lukewarm invitation, which could even be described as a pity. This was enough to show how terrifying Zhang Yangqing's character was.

Even if you don't befriend this kind of person, you shouldn't make them your enemy.

He could already imagine how the Fifth Young Master would regret it later, but that was his master's business, and he, as a subordinate, couldn't concern himself with such matters.

The red-haired psychics were all wondering whether to bring some beer, fried chicken, or good wine when they went to find Zhang Yangqing.
He stroked his chin and decided to bring both.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing had returned to the monitoring room and continued to observe the surveillance footage.

Unlike the other chosen ones, they frantically gather information at this time. Even if they can't rely on those young masters and ladies, they can learn more about their preferences and personalities so that they can handle trouble in the future.

Zhang Yangqing had considered this, but felt it was unnecessary.

The reason he went to see the Fifth Young Master was to observe these young masters and ladies from the sidelines.

As it turns out, these young masters and ladies are beyond saving. The little girl sleeping soundly next to them has some potential, but she is too young and doesn't know how to use her potential.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing return, he raised his head with a melancholy and strange expression, still holding a paintbrush in his hand: "What's wrong? Things didn't go very well?"

He knew that the red-haired psychic had invited Zhang Yangqing, and Zhang Yangqing was there to keep the invitation.

Zhang Yangqing sat down and leaned back in his chair: "He's alright, Fifth Young Master is a nice guy."

It was still that kind of ambiguous answer, like an old friend joking around, leaving the other person to guess.

He gave a melancholic, enigmatic laugh, a laugh that carried a sense of "I knew it all along": "Come on, I know what you're thinking. You definitely won't join Fifth Young Master's camp." Zhang Yangqing glanced at him: "Oh? I'm curious, how did you analyze it?"

The melancholy and enigmatic man put down his paintbrush and said in a serious tone, "Others may not know, but don't I know you? Are you the kind of person who would willingly submit to others?"

His tone was very certain, as if he were stating an undeniable fact.

The more capable a person is, the less likely they are to be a weakling.

In his opinion, wasn't Zhang Yangqing quite capable?
Hearing this, Zhang Yangqing's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "That's a good analysis. Would you like me to reward you with something?"

He let out a melancholic, eerie laugh, his eyes 'playful': "You can give me pointers on painting."

That statement was actually just showing off. The body he inherited belonged to a master painter of this world, whose paintings were masterpieces. How could anyone possibly be able to give him pointers?

He said this partly as a joke, and partly because he genuinely wanted to know how Zhang Yangqing would respond.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yangqing started giving pointers. He put away his smile and became serious: "What you've painted is just art. I'll teach you something new."

After saying that, Zhang Yangqing took the paintbrush and drawing board from his body.

The melancholy and eerie figure paused for a moment, then moved aside.

At first, the melancholy and strange person thought Zhang Yangqing was just putting on a brave face.

In the art of drawing, it's not enough to just be smart; you need a feel for the subject, an understanding of its nuances, and years of practice.

Zhang Yangqing is just a monitoring operator. Even if you really know how to draw, I'm sure I can draw it too.

But after watching for a while, his expression changed.

Zhang Yangqing's brushstrokes are very steady; each stroke is like carving words on paper.

As he drew, he explained what the Tongtian Talisman was, and what Qimen Dunjia, the Five Elements, and the Eight Trigrams were.

The strokes of a talisman are not drawn randomly; each stroke has its own direction, strength, and rhythm, and even the slightest mistake is unacceptable.

The layout of Qimen Dunjia is not arbitrary; every symbol has its position, direction, and meaning, and even a slight deviation will result in something incorrect.

He spoke these things at a moderate pace, but every word was thought-provoking.

The film was so melancholic and eerie that I was practically kneeling while watching it halfway through.

He never imagined that there were so many intricacies involved in drawing.

As a master painter, he could naturally see that Zhang Yangqing's painting skills when he was serious were simply beyond the level that this world could possess.

Those lines, those symbols, those patterns, cannot be drawn by skill alone; they are etched into one's bones.

It seems that Zhang Yangqing was too conservative when he drew the Taoist armor; he didn't show the whole thing, only a little bit of the surface.

With a melancholy and agitated voice, she said, "Brother, you've taught me all of this, I really don't know what to do!"

His eyes were a little red, not from being moved, but from being shocked!

The more melancholic and strange he felt, the more he realized that following Zhang Yangqing to see the world was the right choice.

His talent was not weak; while the other chosen ones were around, he remained in his room, listening to music and painting in a melancholy mood.

Not everyone is qualified to let him out, but he voluntarily came out to follow Zhang Yangqing.

Only those who have reached a certain level can see that Zhang Yangqing is truly teaching "practical skills".

This kind of skill is usually not taught outside of a master's lineage.

This is why he knelt there, looking melancholy and eerie—it was out of respect for what Zhang Yangqing had taught him. (End of Chapter)