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

The main peak of the Qingxuan Sect.

The 999 steps paved with white marble symbolize the inviolable majesty of the immortals.

Today, this majesty has shattered into pieces.

"Squeak—creak—"

The sickening metallic scraping sound was like a saw cutting through the tranquility of the morning.

Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju's massive mechanical iron hand gripped the wheelchair tightly, sending splinters of wood flying.

The dilapidated wheelchair stopped precisely an inch away from the jade steps.

The wheels are square, and each roll looks like a bow to the main peak.

"Who dares to trespass on the main peak!"

The two disciples guarding the mountain drew their swords, the tips of which trembled.

This lineup is just too visually overwhelming.

A zombie face carrying a black coffin.

A crazy woman carrying a pot of green poison.

A freak with only his bald head showing on the ground.

There was also a sickly man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing ghost makeup, who looked like he might die at any moment.

There is no greater spectacle than this, where a hundred ghosts roam daily.

Yu Liang was slumped in his wheelchair.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes shone with a frightening brightness, like a vengeful ghost in its final moments.

He couldn't breathe, and didn't want to breathe.

His withered fingers twitched slightly.

The cause-and-effect relationship has been established.

"Second Senior Sister, liven things up!"

Upon hearing the summons, Hongyao, dressed in a bright red robe, suddenly turned her head.

Those usually excited, alluring eyes were now gleaming with an almost neurotic light.

"Oh dear, Junior Brother has finally agreed to let them make a move?"

Hongyao's voice was sickeningly sweet, and she spoke so fast it sounded like she was chanting a spell, "The air on this main peak is too stiff, like a stagnant pool! Senior sister will add some spice to it!"

She pulled a handful of pink powder from that greasy pouch.

"The 'essence waste' extracted from the Love Flower poison after 10,008 failed attempts—even a stone man would feel the heat of spring if he smelled it!"

She brought two fingers together, placed them seductively near her red lips, and gently blew on the powder.

"call--"

The powder flew towards my face.

Just as the two disciples guarding the mountain were about to reprimand them, their noses suddenly tickled.

Immediately afterwards, the itching sensation rushed from my nasal cavity to the top of my head, and then along my spine into all the meridians of my body.

"Achoo! Oh... Ouch! It's so hot! It's so itchy!"

"My back! My legs! How did they start moving on their own?!"

With two clangs, the longsword fell to the ground.

Their faces were flushed, their eyes were filled with terror, and their bodies were twisting wildly out of control, their hands scratching haphazardly at their bodies.

Twist left, twist right, and shake your butt three times.

In front of the solemn mountain gate, the two of them actually started dancing in front of that group of madmen.

"Senior Brother, block the door." Yu Liang pressed his finger down.

Boom!

The bitterwood tree is like an emotionless brick-moving machine.

He swung the two-meter-long, ancient, dark wood coffin around and slammed it heavily onto the center of the jade steps.

The blue bricks shattered, and dust flew everywhere.

The coffin lay there, like a wall of sighs.

The main gate to the summit is completely blocked.

Just then.

"squeak--!"

A desolate erhu note suddenly rang out.

Sixth Senior Brother, Ghost Cry, stood atop a solitary rock, his blind eyes gazing at the sky. His Nascent Soul stage spiritual power was poured without reservation into the nearly broken horsehair string.

After the performance of "The Poor Ghost's Wrongful Deeds", all was silent.

"Waaaaah... my spirit stone..."

"What's the point of cultivating immortality? I can't even afford a flying sword, I might as well just die..."

The Dao hearts of the newly emerged disciples from the main peak collapsed instantly; some were in tears and snot streaming down their faces, and some even began to take out spirit stones and throw them into the coffin.

"presumptuous!"

A thunderous roar forcefully dispersed the sonic wave that made the person want to hang themselves.

Dozens of sword lights descended from the sky.

The elderly man at the head of the group, his black robe billowing, exuded a murderous aura; he was none other than Tie Wuqing, the elder of the Enforcement Hall. Behind him, Zhao Wuji, clutching his swollen face, pointed at Yu Liang with venomous eyes.

"Elder Tie! It's this group of lunatics! They drove Deacon Huanglong, stationed in Qingzhou, to his death, and now they dare to cause trouble on the main peak!"

Tie Wuqing scanned the entire room, his lungs pounding with rage.

"Gu Santong! You've brought a bunch of lunatics to the main peak to mourn? Are you trying to rebel?!"

"Men! Seize them all! Kill any who resist!"

Clang!

Dozens of elite members of the Enforcement Hall drew their swords simultaneously, their killing intent instantly locking onto the group from Purple Bamboo Peak.

Gu Santong was sitting on the gourd, about to curse, when his trouser leg was tugged.

In his wheelchair, Yu Liangchong blinked weakly, his thumb crushing the red pill in his palm.

puff!

A spurt of blood shot out.

It sprayed a full three feet away, staining the already faded and tattered Taoist robe red.

Yu Liang then gulped down a mouthful of "Death Powder".

His face instantly turned purplish-blue, black blood flowed from his seven orifices, and it seemed as if black worms were wriggling wildly under his skin.

"Elder... Elder..."

He trembled as he extended his withered claws, pointing at Tie Wuqing, his voice dripping with blood:

"Kill me if you want... Anyway, Purple Bamboo Peak... is so poor all it has left is this wretched life..."

As he spoke, he vomited large amounts of black blood.

The blood sizzled as it fell to the ground, even etching black holes into the white marble.

"We're starving because we're trying to save money for the sect!"

Tears mingled with blood streamed down Yu Liang's face. He suddenly turned to Hongyao and cried out in anguish, "Second Senior Sister! Show the elders that 'meal' you ate to save food! Let everyone be the judge!"

Hongyao shuddered and immediately got into character.

"Waaaah... Junior brother, stop talking, it's all fate!"

While crying, she dipped a large amount of the sticky, wriggling green liquid from the pot into her mouth without hesitation, and even sucked on her fingers.

"Look everyone! This is our food at Purple Bamboo Peak!" Hongyao shouted, her mouth full of green juice and her expression dazed. "To save the sect money, this is 'Heart-Eating Soup of Ten Thousand Poisons' made from Five Poison Toads I caught in the Burial Mound and rotten Netherworld Grass! Although my stomach hurts like it's being stabbed, and my skin will ulcerate... it's incredibly filling!"

She suddenly picked up the black pot and brought it close to Tie Wuqing's face. The nauseating sour smell almost knocked the elder Tie over.

"Elder! Would you like to try some? It might burn your throat a little, but the aftertaste is wonderful!"

The disciples on the main peak around them felt their stomachs churning.

This crazy woman... she's actually eating poison?! And she's doing it with such relish and such righteous indignation?!

"And then there's Senior Brother..." Yu Liang added weakly, "He sleeps in a coffin every day to save on beds..."

Kumu groaned in agreement, supporting the coffin with a look that said, "I have no regrets for the sake of the sect."

"Is there any justice left?!"

"Is there no law anymore?!"

After shouting that, Yu Liang rolled his eyes.

He was like a lump of mud, slumped in a wheelchair, only able to breathe in but not out.

The entire room fell silent.

Black blood everywhere, a pitiful scene on the erhu.

There was also a madwoman who ate highly poisonous green mud, with a strange smile on her lips but tears streaming down her face.

That's incredibly extreme! Sleeping in a coffin and eating poisonous insects just to save money?

Tie Wuqing's hand, gripping the sword, was trembling.

Kill a fellow disciple who came to "reason" and was dying in public?

If this sword strikes, the scandal of the Enforcement Hall abusing and killing disabled disciples will spread throughout the cultivation world tomorrow!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Iron-hearted suppressed his anger and could only move that unlucky thing away first.

He strode forward and reached out to push away the coffin blocking his way.

My hand just touched the coffin lid.

thump.

Kumu, who had been supporting the coffin, seemed as if his soul had been suddenly ripped away.

It fell straight backward.

boom!

The back of his head slammed heavily onto the white marble, making a crisp sound.

His body was stiff and straight, not even bending his knees.

"Someone's been killed..."

Kumu lay on the ground, his dead fish eyes staring at the sky, mechanically repeating:

"The Enforcement Hall murdered a fellow disciple... they beat someone to death..."

Iron Heartless's hand froze in mid-air.

I just touched the coffin!

I didn't touch you!

I didn't even touch the hem of her clothes!

"Write it down! Write it down quickly!"

Su Xiu, who had been hiding at the back, suddenly rushed out.

Sparks flew as she swung the abacus, its surface worn smooth from repeated use, while her speech was rapid-fire:

"Compensation for lost work time! Senior Brother was in the crucial period of raising a corpse, and you interrupted him. One thousand!"

"Fright fee! Look how scared he is, two thousand for emotional distress!"

"Medical expenses! This fall must have caused internal injuries, or even a concussion, a thousand!"

"And there's the coffin depreciation fee! Your hands are too powerful; they've worn down the patina. Five hundred!"

Su Xiu suddenly looked up, shoving the abacus right under Tie Wuqing's nose. Her usually timid eyes now held only a fanatical and protective fervor for money.

"Elder, that push just now cost 4,500 spirit stones!"

"We're all from the same sect, so I'll round it down to five thousand for you!"

Tie Wuqing's vision went black.

Does rounding down mean rounding up?

madman!

They're all crazy!

They've run into law enforcement while trying to stage an accident!

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Tie Wuqing completely lost his composure, unleashing his Golden Core aura, and attempted to forcibly clear the area.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control.

hum-

A vast golden light shot out from the depths of the golden-roofed hall without warning, its oppressive power like the sea, instantly calming all the restlessness.

The withered flowers and plants stood upright again, and the paper money scattered everywhere turned to ashes.

The voice seemed to descend from the heavens, resounding directly in everyone's consciousness.

With three parts helplessness and seven parts authority.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

"Let's go inside and talk."

In the wheelchair, Yu Liang, who was "unconscious," twitched his eyelids almost imperceptibly.

It became.

As long as we meet the sect leader, this messy debt can be discussed.

But he didn't know that.

Deep within the main hall, a pair of eyes were watching him through layers of emptiness.

What was reflected in those eyes was not this farcical spectacle, but the almost invisible, wildly burning black line of cause and effect behind Yu Liang.

And, a deadly trap that would quietly close the moment he stepped into the hall.