I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

Ling Qingxuan's departure was ruthless.

He didn't turn around.

All that remained was a thin, limping figure from behind.

It exudes a ruthless spirit of "not only do I want to live, but I also want to live for you to see."

Four words drifted in on the wind, chillingly cold.

"Never again."

In layman's terms: Next time we meet, either you're dead, or you're still dead.

Yu Liang stood on the wine gourd.

Gently pinch with your thumb and forefinger.

collapse.

That invisible thread of cause and effect has been severed.

He smirked and gave the departing figure a thumbs-up.

"Exquisite".

"Alright, kid, stop looking."

Gu Santong tilted his head back and took a swig of strong liquor, then tapped his heel on the gourd.

"He's a government official who lives off the government's salary, while you're a petty thief. You two can't possibly see eye to eye."

hum!

The gourd suddenly trembled.

Like an old donkey that has been whipped, carrying Yu Liang, Su Xiu, and that pig that is still pretending to be dead, it soared straight into the sky.

"Ah—!" Su Xiu screamed, gripping Yu Liang's lower back tightly, her face deathly pale. "It's too high! If we fall, we won't even be able to put our bodies back together!"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Yu Liang sat cross-legged, letting the strong wind fill his sleeves, and coldly scanned his surroundings. "If I fall, this old man will be my downfall. He's greasy."

The Qingxuan Sect is very large.

It is so large that it can suffocate ordinary people.

Amidst the sea of ​​clouds, Lingfeng Peak stands like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

Cranes soar through the clouds, their light dazzling.

Every mountain peak reeks of the stench of money and sacred stones.

It exudes an arrogant attitude that says, "I'm too expensive for you."

The passing sword-wielding disciples were taken aback when they saw the broken gourd, and then gave a perfunctory bow.

They clearly recognized the owner of the wine gourd.

Immediately afterwards, their gazes fell on Yu Liang.

His eyes held a subtle expression.

Three parts mockery, three parts schadenfreude.

The remaining four points were all based on sympathy, as if someone was about to face a major disaster.

Yu Liang sat cross-legged on the mouth of the gourd.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, taking in every expression.

He turned his head, feigning ignorance:

"Master, what did those looks mean? Were they intimidated by my ability to escape death?"

"Jealousy! Utter jealousy!" Gu Santong spat as he spoke. "They're jealous that you got into my Purple Bamboo Peak! Our peak is the most..."

"The poorest?"

Yu Liang delivered the finishing blow.

"Bullshit! It's the most mysterious place!" Gu Santong's face flushed red, and he manipulated the gourd to swoop down. "We're here! Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is your blessed land!"

A fierce wind howled, and Yu Liang forced his eyelids open, his gaze fixed on a solitary mountaintop.

Even though he'd spent his whole life sleeping under bridges and in dog kennels, the corner of his mouth still twitched violently at that moment.

This is no blessed land; it's clearly a mass grave that has come to life.

The barren mountains were covered in withered grass and scattered with bones; not even a crow could be seen. A lone thatched hut stood atop the mountain, its roof sparse and seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"This is... a blessed land?"

Yu Liang pointed to the dilapidated house, his tone sincere.

"Master, although I haven't had much formal education, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'fortune'? This place does have good feng shui—I mean, it's suitable for burying people."

"If this place is considered a blessed land, then the mass grave we just saw was practically a palace."

Su Xiu peeked out, her disgust instantly overpowering her fear of heights: "This place is even more shabby than our village mortuary. There's not even a door. If it's haunted at night, there's nowhere to run."

"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there." Gu Santong put away his gourd on the ground, speaking with righteous indignation. "It's quiet here, and it saves money. Besides, those who cultivate the Tao take the sky as their roof and the earth as their dwelling; what need is there for a door?"

Before he could finish speaking, with a bang, the thatched hut door exploded open, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"I don't believe it! It must be the wrong material of the coffin! It can't trap the corpse's energy!"

With a roar, a disheveled man with dark circles under his eyes rushed out.

He carried a two-meter-long black coffin on his back, his waist bent like a shrimp, yet he ran incredibly fast.

呲——

The man rushed in front of Yu Liang and suddenly stopped, creating a gust of cold wind.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the causal cracks on Yu Liang's body, his gaze as fanatical as a starving dog seeing a bone.

"Alive? These cracks...beautiful! This is what you call 'full of lifeless energy'!"

Boom!

The coffin hit the ground, and the man made a standard welcoming gesture, his voice hoarse and excited:

"Brother! Quick! Lie down in it while it's still warm! This 'Supreme Corpse-Nourishing Coffin,' crafted from thousand-year-old ebony, is extremely breathable and can even lock in your last breath! First order is free, plus a bundle of paper money!"

Yu Liang remained silent, calculating the survival rate if he turned and ran.

Su Xiu, emboldened by some unknown source, suddenly leaned halfway out and yelled, "Why are living people sleeping in coffins! It's bad luck! Go away, don't curse us!"

"This is your senior brother, Kumu." Gu Santong calmly picked his nose. "He's the most knowledgeable about 'health preservation' in the sect. He's unconventional and likes to push himself to the brink of death. This coffin costs five spirit stones per use."

"As for this one—"

A strange fragrance suddenly overwhelmed the stench of the corpse, mixed with the sweet scent of orchids and rotten fruit, making one's bones feel weak.

"Oh my, is this the little darling that Master picked up?"

A fiery red figure drifted down from the edge of the cliff.

Her red dress was like fire, her skin as white as snow, and a cinnabar mole between her brows was captivating.

She held a white jade plate with ice crack patterns in her hands, as beautiful as a poisonous red spider lily.

Su Xiu was stunned; such beauty could not be found in the desolate wilderness.

"Shh-"

The woman put a finger to her lips, glanced at Su Xiu with seductive eyes, and then pressed herself almost against Yu Liang.

She ignored Yu Liang's muddy body, lightly licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, and looked at him as if she were examining a rare medicinal ingredient.

"Junior brother, your body... you've broken it in a truly unique way."

Her voice was sweet and enchanting as she presented the jade plate to Yu Liang.

There was only one amber-colored pill, about the size of a thumb, in the dish. Inside, it seemed as if stars were flowing, and it emitted an irresistible sweet fragrance.

"Here, this is the 'Three Lives Intoxicating Dream Glazed Pill' that your senior sister specially made for you."

Hongyao picked up the pill with elegant movements, "It was made with the stamens of ninety-nine kinds of spiritual flowers, combined with the venom of the five-step snake for freshness, and nurtured for forty-nine days."

Yu Liang's Adam's apple bobbed.

It's so beautiful, it evokes an instinctive sense of dread.

"Senior sister, is this... for me to eat?"

"Of course." Hongyao gave him a reproachful look, her body limp and boneless as she leaned against his shoulder, but the hand holding the pill gripped his chin tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Once you consume it, your body will be cleansed of impurities, becoming as pure and flawless as crystal, and you'll never have to fear breaking again..."

Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed madness, her voice a low, dreamlike whisper: "You'll become a perfect, eternal glass doll. How romantic, little junior brother, have a taste..."

The tone was as if she were coaxing her lover into eating a sweet candy.

But the hand holding the pill gripped Yu Liang's chin tightly.

The nails were almost embedded in the flesh.

It exudes an irrepressible madness.

"Gulp."

Su Xiu couldn't help but swallow, her eyes fixed on the pill.

"So beautiful... but it sounds like she's going to die a horrible death."

Yu Liang's whole body stiffened.

A coffin awaits you, inviting you into its trap; a poisonous woman tempts you with drugs.

The scenery of Zizhu Peak is more hellish than the Yama King's Palace and more bustling than the Imperial Prison.

"etc."

The soil beneath my feet suddenly loosened.

A bald head, like a radish in the ground, suddenly appeared without warning.

Only a head.

The body below the neck was buried in the soil.

The bald man had a serious expression, with only his two nostrils twitching and covered in dirt.

"Junior brother, don't listen to them. Coffins are unlucky, and pills are harmful to the body. Instead, learn 'Self-Cultivation' from me."

"Dig a hole, bury some soil, count one, two, three, four, five, and next year one of you will grow."

"Let the clone cultivate while the main body lies down and sleeps—isn't that wonderful?"

The bald man's dead fish eyes darted around, staring at Yu Liang's feet.

"I've already dug the pit for you, a perfect spot, sunny and fertile. Just plant yourself there..."

Su Xiu was stunned.

She tugged at Yu Liang's sleeve, her face pale, her voice trembling:

"Yu Liang...Are all the people in this place out of their minds?"

"I've only ever heard the saying 'you reap what you sow,' not 'you get what you sow.'"

Yu Liang smiled.

He looked at the group of demons and monsters, but instead of being afraid, he twirled his fingers.

A hint of amusement and contentment flashed in his eyes.

"It's good that your brain is broken."

He turned around and shielded Su Xiu behind him.

He also used the unconscious pig as a shield in front of him.

His tone revealed a sense of relief at having found his community:

"Only a madman wouldn't be deceived by worldly affairs; only a madman would dare to pierce the sky."

"This place... is quite sophisticated."