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

Zizhu Peak is still the same Zizhu Peak.

The art style is just off.

The eerie, chilling aura of last night has vanished without a trace.

Instead, a chilling, money-grubbing frenzy took hold.

That was a magnificent sight: the leeks waving sickles, crying and begging to be harvested.

"Back off! All of you, back off!"

"Prices will go up again if people crowd in!"

Su Xiu placed one foot on the edge of the eight-immortal table that was missing a leg.

Sparks flew as she spun the abacus in her hands, the crisp, crackling sound completely drowning out the clamor of hundreds of people.

"Lower-grade draw: five spirit stones! Only fist and foot techniques allowed; weapons prohibited, groin kicks forbidden!"

"Medium-level lottery: 10 yuan! Allowed to use Qi Refining stage techniques, within three breaths. No exceptions!"

"A top-tier fortune slip for twenty dollars! Insults and spitting are permitted, and a bowl of Ah Tuo's special 'Rejuvenating Elixir' is included as a bonus!"

The sun was scorching.

The inferior spirit stones piled on the table reflected a light that was even more dazzling than that of a golden core magic weapon.

Pig Lord lay on top of the pile of spirit stones.

Its pink hooves fiercely protected the wealth beneath it, and its two prominent ears stood up like radar.

It would occasionally grab a poor-quality spirit stone and crush it with a "crunch".

He swallowed it with a look of disgust, as if he were chewing a stale fried bean.

Not far away, Alpaca A-Tu was wearing a dirty apron.

It elegantly spat at a large, boiling black pot.

Stirring with a long spoon, the clear water instantly became viscous, and strange green foam appeared.

"Special Immortal Wine, one bowl of Five Spirit Stones."

"It not only quenches thirst, but it can also treat brain disorders."

Hundreds of outer disciples lined up, clutching spirit stones tightly in their hands, their eyes bloodshot.

They didn't come here just to have a drink of water.

They came to buy their lives.

Buy the life of that man who's slumped behind the door like a nouveau riche landlord collecting rent.

Yu Liang was paralyzed in a wheelchair.

A broken door panel, still dripping with swill, stood in front of me.

Eight large, wildly cursive characters were written on it in soot.

[By imperial decree, we engage in friendly competition, treating everyone equally, young and old.]

"Next!"

Yu Liang lazily tapped the broken gong, the sound like a duck quacking.

The crowd erupted.

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist shoved his fellow disciples aside and rushed out.

He held a crumpled, medium-sized bamboo skewer in his hand, his face contorted with menacing rage.

"Li Tie, the Stone-Crushing Palm!"

"Yu Liang, today I will smash you into mincemeat and rid the sect of this scourge!"

The roar was like thunder.

Li Tie's muscles bulged like rocks, and his palm, as big as a fan, carrying a foul stench, went straight for Yu Liang's face.

He reached the eighth level of Qi Refining without holding back.

With that palm strike, not only would a person's brains splatter, but even a cow's would be splattered open.

The onlookers held their breath.

Many people even closed their eyes, waiting to hear the crisp sound.

Yu Liang did not dodge.

He even adjusted his posture, puffing out his chest a little more.

Like a wanderer waiting for an embrace, he opened the arms of that tattered Taoist robe.

Inside the body, the "Everything Can Be Played" system operates wildly.

coming.

The violent palm strike, carrying Li Tie's killing intent, slammed into Yu Liang's meridians.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, their meridians would have been severed by now.

But in Yu Liang's eyes, this is not an attack.

This is called "throwing oneself into someone's arms".

The first rule of a scumbag's mindset: Don't refuse.

Since you're so enthusiastic, please come in.

The force of the palm strike entered the body, but was instantly diverted by the body's numerous wounds, like a raging flood rushing into a dried-up underground ditch.

pain.

Excruciating pain.

But after the pain comes an almost abnormal sense of fulfillment.

It's like a shriveled sponge thrown into water.

Yu Liang's chest was strangely sunken, like a flattened dough, and you could even see the twisted shape of his ribs under his skin.

Li Tie was overjoyed.

The feel is right! The bone is broken!

However, the next second, the sunken chest suddenly bounced back.

The second key to a scumbag's mindset: irresponsibility.

I have received your affection, but I cannot give you a formal status.

So... get lost.

"Get out of here!"

Yu Liang's 360 acupoints on his body suddenly opened.

boom--!

A turbid, scalding wave of energy, mixed with fire poison and palm force, exploded outwards in a ring around him.

This is not a simple matter of unloading force.

This is a comprehensive "detoxification".

"puff--!"

A muffled thud.

Li Tie felt like he had slapped himself onto a high-pressure steam oven.

The force of the recoil, mixed with the foul-smelling, high-temperature airflow, sent him flying three zhang away.

He traced a tragic parabola through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His nose was bleeding profusely, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

The entire room fell silent.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the crunching of spirit stones by Pig Grandpa.

Yu Liang patted off non-existent dust from his chest, looking regretful.

"The strength is decent, but it's a bit weak."

He pointed to Li Tie, who was lying on the ground, and spoke earnestly.

"Junior brother, your palm technique is only powerful and fierce, but it lacks staying power."

"Has your vital energy been depleted too much at night lately? Insufficient kidney essence is causing your palm strike to become weak."

"I suggest buying a bowl of A-Tu's Immortal Essence to nourish yourself; it costs five spirit stones, not expensive."

Li Tie covered his bleeding nose, about to curse, but suddenly froze.

He has indeed been indulging himself a bit lately, which has caused him to hit a bottleneck for half a year.

But how did this scoundrel figure it out?

What's even stranger is that the jolt just now seemed to have dissipated the pent-up anger that had been building up in his chest.

The previously sluggish meridians are actually... open?!

"Next! Don't stop me from making money!"

Yu Liang banged on the broken gong and waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

The crowd stirred.

What was originally a simple killing intent began to change.

"I'll do it! I refuse to believe in this nonsense!"

"Fireball! Burn him!"

Since fists and feet won't work, let's use magic to bombard them.

A fireball the size of a washbasin hurtled towards them, its heat so intense it distorted the surrounding air.

Yu Liang's eyes lit up.

Fire attribute spiritual power?

Great stuff! I really need some heat to help with bowel movements!

He opened his mouth as if swallowing a steamed bun, facing the fireball directly.

"Slurp."

The fireball struck Yu Liang, but instead of exploding, it disappeared instantly, like water flowing into a sponge.

Yu Liang's entire body turned red instantly, and white smoke rose from the top of his head.

That was the exhilarating sensation of the fire poison frantically washing over the meridians.

Cool!

"This fireball... tastes a little sweet."

Yu Liang smacked his lips, then tilted his head and aimed at the disciple who was casting the spell.

Open the left ear canal!

Sizzle—!

A thin, yet extremely concentrated, crimson line of fire shot out from Yu Liang's ear.

Precision strike.

The disciple's hair was instantly singed, his hair standing on end like a hedgehog, emitting a burnt smell.

"That's not how you use fireball."

Yu Liang commented while smoking, like a strict teacher who was disappointed in his students.

"You focus too much on outward appearances and neglect the inner true fire."

"That fireball just now could have burned a hair bun, and even roasted a sweet potato would have been a struggle."

"Inferior quality items are non-refundable and non-exchangeable."

The disciple, sporting a spiky hairstyle, stood there dumbfounded.

He touched his charred hair.

Suddenly, I felt that the restless fire elemental energy within my body had calmed down during the clash just now.

That feeling of stagnation that had plagued me for three months... has it finally eased?

So it was meant to condense true fire?

He wasn't humiliating me...

He was giving me pointers!

For the next half hour, the entrance to Zizhu Peak turned into a large-scale "torture" scene.

The art style suddenly changed, becoming extremely bizarre.

"This junior sister's water arrow technique is too weak. Are you here to give this poor Taoist a bath? More money! Harder!"

"Hey you playing with the vines, where are you tying it? That's my wheelchair! That's not how you bind people! Tighten it!"

"Ice Spike Technique? Too fragile! This ice couldn't even break Pig Lord's teeth. I'll have to practice it some more when I get back!"

Yu Liang, sitting in a wheelchair, welcomed everyone who came.

One moment his whole body was covered in frost, the next he was engulfed in flames, and then he swelled up like an inflatable sack.

But he just wouldn't fall.

Not only did it not fall, but it became more energetic the more it was criticized.

That mouth of his was as poisonous as if it had been given arsenic; every word was piercing, yet every word made sense.

Gradually, the outer disciples realized what was going on.

This isn't assault.

This is clearly paying a famous teacher to give them instruction!

Beating him up drained his spiritual energy, but his meridians were thoroughly "unblocked".

Moreover, although this rogue has a sharp tongue, his comments always hit the nail on the head, making him a million times better than those elders in the Military Academy who only know how to recite from the book!

"I...I've broken through!"

The spiky-haired disciple suddenly shouted.

A fireball, only the size of a fist but bluish-white in color, materialized in his hand.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Yu!"

That shout completely ignited the entire audience.

The murderous look in his eyes changed.

That look was either one of thirst for knowledge or one of wanting to take advantage.

That's the look in the eyes of chives when they see fertilizer.

"Senior Brother Yu! I'll pay twenty spirit stones! Hit me! No, let me hit you!"

"I'll bet thirty! I want the best possible outcome! Please, humiliate my swordsmanship!"

Su Xiu's hands were trembling.

The abacus beads were about to fly off.

She had never seen such a crazy person who would give away money like this in her life.

"Prices are going up! Prices are going up everywhere! Prices are doubling!"

Su Xiu kicked the old sign away and replaced it with a new one.

Piglet grunted excitedly, jumped into the pile of spirit stones and rolled around, so happy that snot bubbles were coming out of his nose.

Yu Liang looked at the frenzied crowd in front of him, a mocking smile curving his lips.

He touched the wound on his chest that was greedily absorbing energy.

"Exquisite".

He muttered to himself.

"As long as the money is right, I'll do any job."