I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Zhang Tianshi, the Taoist Grandmaster!

“You wanted to surprise me? Well, how’s this for a surprise?”

Zhang Yangqing had expected the goblin to pull some trick.

But he wasn’t worried.

No scheme could stand against absolute power.

“You thought a hundred cursed wax figures could stop me?”

“You must really underestimate me.”

At that moment, a warm dampness spread across the goblin’s pants.

Zhang Yangqing hadn’t just scared people—he’d scared the supernatural itself.

The wax figures had come prepared with a horror script…

…only to find a god had walked onto their set.

How could they not be terrified?

The goblin guard realized:

This man could erase me with a flick of his finger.

No effort. No struggle.

Gone.

“Oh god… If I’d known you were this strong, I’d never have stepped inside!”

His face twisted into something between a grin and a sob.

…

The entire world was stunned.

Some viewers clutched their heads, their scalps prickling.

Others slapped themselves—“Am I dreaming?”

After a beat of silence, the live chat exploded:

• “HOLY— Was that lightning?!”
• “That thunder strike was insane! Since when can humans do that?!”
• “WAIT— I recognize him! That’s Zhang Yangqing, the new Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!”
• “THE Zhang Tianshi?! The Taoist Grandmaster?!”
• “No wonder he didn’t give a damn about the rules!”
• “I take back every doubt I ever had. Forgive my stupidity, Grandmaster!”
• “Is it too late to join Longhu Mountain’s disciples?!”
• “You’re still typing? I’m already on a train to there!”
• “Heaven itself blessed our nation by sending him!”

Dragon Country’s viewers erupted in euphoria.

Some even knelt before their screens, praying for the Grandmaster’s protection.

What was a nightmare for others…

…was a playground for him.

“They say Longhu Mountain’s masters are powerful—but this is beyond comprehension!”

International forums went berserk:

• “OMG! DRAGON COUNTRY’S PLAYER IS HACKING!”
• “How is lightning a thing?! Is he a mutant?!”
• “That move scared me—how do you even fight him?!”
• “I thought Dragon Country only had martial arts? Since when magic?!”
• “Fools. The pinnacle of martial arts is magic. He’s a transcendent—a being beyond human limits.”
• “I’m moving to Dragon Country. TODAY.”
• “I just gave up my citizenship there… and NOW you tell me they have superhumans?!”

Zhang Yangqing’s display wasn’t just shocking—

—it rewrote global understanding of human potential.

“The monsters don’t even have powers like this!”

“Who’s terrorizing who here?!”

Research teams worldwide scrambled.

Every nation’s analysts opened a dedicated file on Zhang Yangqing—

—a privilege no other challenger had earned.

Even Hu Liuqi, Dragon Country’s top occult scholar, was floored.

“The Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain… To reach such heights at his age?”

In his mind, “Celestial Masters” were wizened old sages—

—not someone so young he’d never considered the possibility.

Dragon Country’s viewers relaxed for the first time in months.

“Lightning from his hands. What can’t he do?”

“See the ‘big boss’? He peed himself!”

Nine straight losses had crushed morale.

Humanity had felt powerless against the supernatural.

But now?

Zhang Yangqing wasn’t just surviving—

—he was dominating.

“Let the Ruleworld know—

Dragon Country still has warriors!”

…

Inside the wax museum, silence thickened.

The goblin guard swallowed repeatedly, then forced a grin:

“Uh… Hey, remember how the old director had an elephant? Yeah… The weather bureau annoyed it to death.”

Zhang Yangqing: “…”

Viewers: “…”

“Did he just—

—tell a dad joke?!”

Zhang Yangqing almost wondered if the goblin’s bad humor was his real weapon.

“Move.” He kicked the goblin forward. “Be quick, and I might let you live.”

“Y-Yes, sir! Right this way!”

(The goblin’s face was the definition of groveling.)

Room 3-2.

The frozen specter blinked as they entered.

“Your keycard.” Zhang Yangqing held out a hand.

His tone said:

“This isn’t a request.”

Tradition demanded politeness—

—but only once.

As the museum’s second guard, the specter had a duty to protect its keycard.

So it made a brave decision:

It closed its eyes.

“If I don’t see it, he didn’t take it.”

“Security Guard Rule #1: Minimum wage = minimum effort.”

The goblin wanted to scream.

“I was hoping you’d fight him so I could run!”

“You’re twice my size—act like it!”

With the second keycard secured, Zhang Yangqing marched to the staff lounge—

—the goblin scrambling ahead like a terrified tour guide.