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

confusion.

A colorful, ghostly shadow frantically roamed through the gaps in the crowd.

Fifth Senior Sister's Painted Skin.

She has no face.

Therefore, she doesn't need a face.

With a human skin needle between her fingertips, picking up cheap rouge, she drifted past a disciple who had just pulled up his pants.

With a flick of his finger, red and black stripes exploded on the man's face.

Zizhu Peak's specialty is "Insider Makeup".

"Senior brother, you have demonic markings on your face!" His companion turned his sword in alarm. "You're a demonic cultivator spy!"

"Bullshit! I'm Zhang San!"

"We're going to beat up Zhang San! You look so handsome, but it turns out you've already defected to the enemy!"

puff!

Explanation?

No explanation is needed.

The flying sword had already pierced his thigh, and blood spurted out.

The crowd erupted instantly. Trust, in the face of these lunatics from Zizhu Peak, was as thin as toilet paper.

"They're robbing us!"

A pink-clad bombshell charged into the fray.

Pig doesn't bite.

It bites the storage bag hanging from its waist.

Click!

With one bite, it severed the rope and cloth together.

The storage bag landed on the ground, scattering spirit stones and pills all over the floor.

"Mine! All of them are mine!"

Su Xiu's eyes were red, like a mother hen guarding her food.

Clutching a tattered sack, he followed behind Pigsy, frantically scavenging for scraps.

As long as there is something shiny on the ground, she can unleash a teleportation speed comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"That's my Qi Gathering Pill!"

One of the disciples was filled with grief and indignation and reached out to snatch it.

"It's mine now!"

Su Xiu shoved the brick into the sack and then tossed it into the other person's arms: "Here! Here's your change!"

Yu Liang slumped in his wheelchair, laughing wildly.

This "scumbag's secrets" may make you useless, but it's undeniably effective!

If I don't take responsibility for myself, then others will suffer!

"Come on! Keep going!"

He roared at the chaotic crowd, spitting as he spoke.

"Is this little bit of firepower just tickling me?!"

The mark of divine retribution on his chest opened again, like a bottomless pit, greedily waiting for the next wave of "feeding".

This is Zizhu Peak.

A bunch of lunatics, a bunch of rotten people.

But at this moment, they are the most tacitly coordinated group in the world.

If something is bad enough, nothing can defeat it.

However, joy turned to sorrow.

Just when Yu Liang thought the situation was settled and was about to recite a couple more lines of poetry.

A chilling coldness suddenly pierced my brow.

There was no sound of wind.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Soul attack!

At the back of the crowd, the skinny disciple who hadn't made a move had his eyes rolled back and was forming a strange hand seal.

Divine thoughts are as sharp as needles.

Ignoring Yu Liang's physical defenses as he was "spraying," it pierced straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Yu Liang froze.

My brain felt like it was being violently churned by a red-hot iron rod.

The excruciating pain instantly robbed me of all my senses.

He subconsciously tried to activate the "Everything Can Be Dispelled" to expel this power.

But he soon discovered in despair—

The "Scumbag Mental Techniques" cannot be used to control mental energy.

My vision began to blur, the world spun, and darkness surged in like a tide.

"It's over, I'm really going to die this time..."

Just as the divine poison needle was about to shatter Yu Liang's consciousness.

"babble--!"

A sharp, mournful erhu note, like fingernails scraping a blackboard a hundred times, suddenly exploded in the sky above Zizhu Peak.

On the roof.

The sixth senior brother sat cross-legged, wailing like a ghost.

Blindly staring at the pale sun, the broken erhu in his hand cast afterimages.

Song title: Good Luck - Ghost Marriage Version.

The originally festive tone was turned into a sinister one by him.

hum-

Visible ripples appeared in the air.

The skinny disciple who had launched the sneak attack rolled his eyes and vomited out with a "whoosh".

The soul attack was shattered by this even more domineering and disgusting sound wave.

It wasn't just him.

Everyone present, including Li Changfeng, the outer disciples who were pulling up their pants, and even Su Xiu who was picking up money, turned ashen-faced instantly.

My stomach is churning.

The feeling was like swallowing a pound of raw fatty meat and then being stuffed into a washing machine and spun around three hundred times.

"vomit--"

The sounds of vomiting rose and fell.

Yu Liang also felt a spasm in his stomach, and the bowl of poisonous porridge from breakfast was already swirling in his throat.

Instinctive reaction – vomit it out.

Get rid of this nausea.

But just as the vomit was about to burst out, the words in the tattered book in Yu Liang's mind suddenly turned blood red and glaring.

We won't refuse!

Yu Liang was startled.

What does "not refusing" mean?

It's not just "hardcore" attacks like fireballs and wind blades.

Even "stale food" like nausea, fear, dizziness, and mental pollution cannot be rejected once it enters the body!

Spitting it out will ruin the whole thing!

Swallowing it is true cultivation!

Yu Liang clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his neck bulged.

He forcefully swallowed back the sour taste that had already welled up on the tip of his tongue, along with the lingering pain from the previous blow to his soul!

Gudong.

"Give me... the plate!"

He roared inwardly and forcefully opened the gate of the "Scar of Divine Retribution" on his chest.

In that instant, the dimension of thought changed.

If we consider the body as a huge channel, then whether it is material spiritual energy or intangible emotions, they are essentially "flowing".

Since it's a flow, it can be analyzed!

boom!

That nauseating feeling and chaotic thoughts, enough to drive someone to a mental breakdown, were forcibly pulled into the vortex of wounds on Yu Liang's chest.

The "Scar of Divine Retribution," which was on the verge of collapse due to overexertion, now resembled a greedy mouth.

After experiencing this sensation called "chaos," he trembled with excitement.

Fear, anger, greed, disgust, suspicion...

These impurities, which are like poison to be discarded in the eyes of orthodox cultivators, have become the most potent fuel in Yu Liang's "Scumbag Mental Technique".

An unprecedented warm current, carrying an intoxicating sense of excitement, burst forth from the wound.

It instantly flowed through every part of my body.

Yu Liang was stunned.

He looked at his trembling hands, then at the battlefield where demons danced wildly and vomited everywhere.

It turned out to be the case.

This damned "Everything Can Be Discussed" doesn't actually discriminate against the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at its highest level.

It examines cause and effect, chaos, and the human heart!

Order is the domain of the Way of Heaven.

Chaos is the fertile ground for his "mistake".

The more chaotic things are, the more "negative energy" flows into his body; the more disgusting things are, the more motivated he becomes!

That being the case...

Then let's see it through to the end!

[We are not responsible!]

Having inhaled so much chaos and malice, it's time to expel it.

Yu Liang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with an almost manic light.

He took a deep breath.

He channeled all the pent-up suspicion and anger within him, transforming it through his throat into a bomb of lies powerful enough to detonate the entire room:

"Zhao Tiezhu! You've been caught peeping at Junior Sister Li while she was bathing last night! Junior Sister Li said you're only three inches long! The whole sect knows about it, so why are you still pretending to be a respectable person?!"

The voice was no longer hoarse.

His voice was full of energy, possessing a kind of magical power that made people believe in him.

In the crowd, a burly man who was pulling up his pants and had a righteous look on his face suddenly froze.

His face instantly turned a deep liver color, and he instinctively covered his crotch.

"Who? Who's spreading rumors! I didn't... I'm more than three inches tall!"

This guilty reaction instantly confirmed the lie.

Yu Liang gave them no chance to think, pointing rapidly with his fingers and speaking fluently, taking "irresponsibility" to the extreme:

"And you! Wang Mazi! Last time you borrowed five spirit stones from Senior Brother Sun to gamble, and after losing them all, you claimed they were stolen! Senior Brother Sun is right behind you, did you dare turn around and look at him?"

"Liu Dazui! You have a portrait of the sect leader hidden in your storage bag, and you take it out to kiss every night, shouting 'The sect leader smells so good!' You perverted bastard, the Enforcement Hall has been watching you for a long time!"

Yu Liang didn't know any of these people.

The names are all made up, and the stories are all nonsense.

But in this extremely tense, suspicious atmosphere, where minds were disturbed by the wailing sound of the erhu, these lies were like water dripping into boiling oil.

Especially that "Big Mouth Liu," who happens to have a disciple surnamed Liu, and whose mouth is indeed big.

He was clutching his storage bag with a look of terror on his face, because he had indeed hidden some erotic pictures in the bag.

This trick scared the soul out of them.

"Oh! So it was you who stole my spirit stones!"

With red eyes, Senior Brother Sun kicked Wang Mazi.

"Zhao Tiezhu! I'm going to kill you! How dare you even look at Junior Sister Li?!"

"Pervert! Stay away from me!"

The outer sect disciples, who had initially united against external threats, were now in complete disarray.

Once a chain of suspicion is formed, no evidence is needed.

Anger and shame became the perfect catalyst, and the situation instantly spiraled out of control, turning into a chaotic internal brawl.

Watching the fierce online battle unfold before him, more intense than any Chinese New Year celebration, Yu Liang slumped in his wheelchair.

The wound on his chest was frantically devouring the violent aura permeating the air.

Energy is flowing in continuously.

He then transformed it into even more sarcastic and divisive remarks.

This is a perfect closed loop.

As long as it's bad enough and chaotic enough, it's a perpetual motion machine.

"Hit him! Hit him hard! It'll be more exciting when his brains are splattered out!"

Yu Liang slapped his thigh, laughing like a madman, a sickly blush appearing on his pale face.

"Exquisite! So meticulous!"