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

"Ah—! My money!!"

A piercing scream shattered the morning light on Zizhu Peak.

The crow under the eaves shuddered in fright, and a few black feathers drifted down, landing precisely in the bowl of poisonous porridge in the yard that was bubbling with green foam.

Yu Liang was woken up by the blow.

A dull pain shot through my forehead, followed by a face contorted with despair thrust right in front of me.

Su Xiu had disheveled hair and held a handful of grayish-white powder in her hands. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her expression was not like that of someone who had lost money, but rather like that of someone who had just lost their father.

"You owe me! You've wasted my low-grade spirit stone!"

Yu Liang covered his forehead, his gaze fixed on the pile of powder.

Last night it was a crystal clear spirit stone, but now it's shriveled and brittle, and it would fall apart with a gust of wind. It's even cleaner than a bone that a dog has gnawed on.

"It's...broken?"

Yu Liang felt guilty and shrank back into the blankets.

"Stop pretending!" Su Xiu shoved the powder into his nose, spittle flying everywhere. "Last night you were rattling like a bellows! Are you a rat spirit? Stealing oil in your sleep!"

Yu Liang subconsciously activated the techniques from that tattered book.

The moment the thought arises—[do not take initiative].

The hideous "divine punishment mark" on his chest instantly came to life.

It is no longer a passive wound, but a greedy negative pressure black hole.

The thin air around them instantly became viscous. The stone powder in Su Xiu's hand was swirled up by the airflow and before it even hit the ground, it was torn apart and swallowed up by the invisible suction force around Yu Liang.

sizzle-

Yu Liang's skin flushed an abnormal red, like water splashed on a red-hot iron block.

The spiritual energy rushed through the meridians at high speed, generating heat through friction, causing excruciating pain.

But his body remained empty.

The spiritual energy, like robbers storming into a dilapidated temple, rampaged through the body, stealing away the remaining heat, and then mercilessly sprayed out from every one of the 36,000 pores on the body.

It's drafty at both ends, like a human-shaped sieve.

"This...this is called a draft."

Yu Liang opened his mouth, exhaling a stream of hot white smoke from his throat, his voice hoarse.

"I don't need a dantian now; this world is my cheat code."

"Cheat code my ass!"

Su Xiu wiped away her tears and glared at him fiercely.

"You're a money-wasting machine! Stay away from my money from now on! Ten feet! If you're even an inch short, I'll chop you up!"

Just as things were getting lively, a lazy and arrogant hoofbeat came from the doorway.

A-Tu, wearing a dirty pink apron, supported a wooden tray on his front hooves. His dead fish eyes swept coldly over Su Xiu, finally settling on Yu Liang, who was emitting smoke.

That look in his eyes was filled with the disdain of a higher being for a lower being.

"Pooh."

A-Tu stretched his neck gracefully.

The thick phlegm that had been brewing all night transformed into a glistening arc, heading straight for Yu Liang's flushed face.

In the past, Yu Liang would have definitely fallen for it.

But at this moment, the "scumbag mindset" within me is operating at full power—[Never refuse].

Even a spit of phlegm, as long as it carries energy, is welcome!

call out!

Thick phlegm is captured by the negative pressure vortex before it even touches the skin.

It was instantly shredded and vaporized by the high-speed airflow.

There was no nauseating sensation, only a surge of external kinetic energy being drawn into the torrent, circulating within his body, mixing with the high-temperature exhaust gas, and then suddenly expelling from Yu Liang's left ear.

puff--!

A plume of hot, fishy-smelling white mist shot towards the doorway like an arrow.

Just then, Sixth Senior Brother Ghost Cry floated in, carrying a broken erhu.

"Junior brother, today is an extremely unlucky day..."

A thick white mist sprayed solidly into his face.

Ghost Cry's pale, blind old face instantly turned red, and his beard was covered in water droplets.

He froze, then stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, a hint of intoxication showing in his empty eyes.

"Such a damp, deathly aura... three parts mutton, seven parts scum. Refined."

The ghostly wailing pulled at the strings, creating a piercing noise.

"This is exactly the 'scorching world that I've been searching for,' that I've been searching for."

Yu Liang's lips twitched.

There's nothing normal on Zizhu Peak.

"Stop lamenting." Ghost Cry pointed outside the door, and the broken erhu emitted an alarm-like buzzing sound. "There are rats coming up the mountain. Three Qi Refining Grand Perfection cultivators are after your head, which costs five hundred spirit stones."

Su Xiu's already pale face turned even paler.

She grabbed the whetstone and, trembling, stood in front of Yu Liang.

"Who...who dares to come! I have a knife!"

"Get out of the way."

Yu Liang pushed her aside.

Given his current physical condition, running would be suicide. Once he starts moving, that "funnel" will drain all his strength.

Yu Liang dragged his heavy steps toward the courtyard.

With each step, the soil beneath his feet cracked from the high temperature, making a crisp sound.

Outside the courtyard wall, three outer disciples of the Qingxuan Sect were peeking around.

The pockmarked man leading the group saw Yu Liang, and his eyes instantly lit up like those of a hungry wolf.

"That's him! The swindler Yu Liang!"

The pockmarked man's voice trembled with excitement.

"Five hundred spirit stones! Cripple him and take him back; that'll give us six months' worth of resources!"

"Senior brother, this Purple Bamboo Peak is strange..." The skinny man next to him looked at the withered grass in the courtyard and the blind old man, and hesitated a bit.

"What's there to be afraid of! The sect leader said we can spar freely!"

With a sneer, the pockmarked man suddenly unleashed a ball of orange-red flame from his palm.

"A mere mortal with no spiritual power, I could roast him alive with a single fireball!"

No nonsense.

In the cultivation world, those at the bottom harm each other, always going straight for the vitals.

With a flick of his wrist, the pockmarked man unleashed a fist-sized fireball that hurtled toward Yu Liang’s chest.

A wave of heat hit us.

Su Xiu screamed and tried to rush over to block, but was tripped by Gui Ku's zither bow.

"Don't move."

The blind old man tilted his head, a look of amusement on his face.

"Listen, the sound of the wind has changed."

Yu Liang stared at the fireball that was getting closer and closer.

The flickering flames were reflected in his pupils.

Dodge? This body couldn't react in time.

Block? Block with this tattered Taoist robe?

In that life-or-death moment, all that remained in my mind was the crooked handwriting on that tattered book.

[Neither proactive nor refusing, nor taking responsibility.]

Since we can't avoid it, then... let's eat it!

Yu Liang suddenly spread his arms wide, straightened his chest, and faced the deadly flames head-on.

Instead of activating any defenses, he completely released all physical limitations, opening that "door" wide open.

Come!

I want everything, as long as it's energy!

Om-!

The air was heavy with a booming sound.

The mark of divine retribution on his chest writhed wildly, as if the gaping maw of an abyss had opened.

The fireball, which was originally flying in a straight line, suddenly twisted and stretched strangely when it got within three feet of the target.

Like water being swept into a sewer vortex.

Whoosh!

Under the horrified gaze of the pockmarked man, the fireball, powerful enough to shatter rocks, didn't explode; instead, it went straight... into Yu Liang's chest!

"Holy crap?!"

His pockmarked chin almost hit his foot.

"He...ate the fireball?"

At this moment, Yu Liang felt that life was worse than death.

The fireball entered his body, and the violent fire elemental energy exploded instantly in his meridians.

There is no dantian to buffer the flow, and no spiritual energy to neutralize it.

The fire, like red-hot coal, slid wildly along the meridians.

My esophagus, stomach, intestines... felt as if they had been rolled over by lava.

pain!

The pain was so intense it made my very soul tremble!

Yu Liang instantly turned into a boiled shrimp, the white smoke above his head turning into black smoke, carrying a burnt smell.

"I...I can't hold it in anymore..."

Yu Liang's eyes bulged out, and he clutched his stomach tightly with both hands.

This energy is enormous.

If he isn't expelled, he will surely spontaneously combust and turn to ashes within three breaths!

It must be expelled!

No matter where it is, as long as there is an exit!

[Irresponsible...Get the hell out of here!!!]

Yu Liang roared in despair in his heart.

The instinct is to guide the airflow from the palm or mouth, to blast the enemy like a peerless master.

But the tension was too great, the pain too intense, and the meridians were riddled with holes... causing the energy flow to go astray.

The violent shockwave, carrying the power of the fireball, didn't rise; instead, it traveled downwards along the widest and smoothest passage.

Head straight for that most embarrassing exit.

That was an unstoppable primordial power.

Yu Liang closed his eyes in despair.

Since there's no way to resist, then... enjoy this final release.

He suddenly turned around, his backside facing three dumbfounded outer disciples outside the courtyard wall.

The moment the sphincter relaxes.

boom--!!!

A deafening roar.

It was as if a thunderclap had struck from nowhere, causing Purple Bamboo Peak to tremble three times.

A terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and mixed with firelight and black smoke, burst forth from behind Yu Liang.

That's not a fart.

That's an air cannon compressed to its extreme!

That was a release of spiritual power comparable to a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Click!

The sturdy bluestone courtyard wall collapsed instantly, and the broken stones shot out like bullets.

The three outer disciples didn't even have time to scream before they were blown away by the scorching and foul-smelling air.

The pockmarked face was the first to be affected, like a kite with a broken string flying in a parabola, its hair and eyebrows instantly burned off.

"Ah—! What kind of sorcery is this! It's poisonous! It's poisonous!!!"

The screams quickly faded into the distance, turning into a muffled echo in the valley.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The gravel fell to the ground.

The world is quiet.

Su Xiu lay on the ground, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, her hands gripping the whetstone tightly.

The ghost cried out as the bow fell from its hand, and its blind eyes widened in disbelief.

"That sound... had a sense of creation, of the very beginning. It was so clear, so incredibly clear."

Even Pigsy, who had been pretending to be dead, peeked out from behind the cabinet, his eyes filled with admiration.

This is the true meaning of "overwhelming power".

The smoke and dust cleared.

Yu Liang stood amidst the ruins, his hands gripping his waistband, which had been loosened by the blast wave.

His face was as pale as paper, but his expression was unusually calm.

Even though the Taoist robe on the back of his buttocks had a large hole burned through it, revealing the white skin underneath, and wisps of smoke were still rising from it.

But he still stood tall, displaying the demeanor of a master.

He slowly turned around and looked at the petrified crowd.

Yu Liang cleared his throat, trying to mask the smell in the air that was a mixture of sulfur, burnt smell, and some indescribable odor.

"that……"

His eyes darted around, but his tone was sincere and serious.

"If I said... this is called the 'Primordial Qi Expelling Turbidity Method,' would you believe me?"

His response was the sound of more footsteps echoing from the distant mountains and forests, along with an even stronger killing intent.

This earth-shattering noise did not deter greed.

Instead, it was like ringing the bell for the hungry wolves of the entire Qingxuan Sect to have their meal.