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

"Make way! Those without money, please step back!"

Gu Santong's voice was deafening.

The old man had long since stopped pretending to be dead. He dragged over some rotten wood from somewhere, marked out a plot of land around Yu Liang's wheelchair, and hung up a crooked sign that read: "[Best Area for Observing a Beating]".

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"Ten spirit stones per person! A handful of melon seeds included! Honest and fair dealing!"

The old man collected money while chugging wine, his toes excitedly digging into the pile of spirit stones.

"Master, that's not very considerate; it shows a narrow-minded perspective."

Mo Ju walked over, dragging a chainsaw.

What's the point of just looking at it? It's fleeting.

Mo Ju pulled a recording stone from his pocket, his tone both cold and fanatical:

"I have a 'high-definition recording stone' here, which records every muscle trembling and every scream of Yu's brother when he was beaten."

"Fifty spirit stones per serving, limited quantity available."

The masked figure changed into a benevolent one, pinching the bloodline: "Yu Liang's battle-damaged makeup, eight spirit stones, guaranteed."

"Make way, everyone make way."

A gust of cold wind swept by.

The bitter wood was used to remove the black coffin and smash it on the ground.

"The 'Supreme Sliding Coffin' experience voucher is now only twenty spirit stones. If you win, you're a hero, lying inside to enjoy a king-like sleep; if you lose, don't panic, you'll be buried directly, eliminating the middleman's markup. A thin-skinned coffin is also included."

The voice has not fallen,

Hongyao squeezed in, carrying a clay pot bubbling with green smoke: "Special Qi-restoring pill, pain disappears and boundless strength. Ten spirit stones per pill, buy five get one free."

The ground cracked open, and Tu San emerged, clutching a handful of black mud: "This mud, splattered with blood from Junior Brother Yu's spit, contains the essence of the Dao Embryo. You reap what you sow. Five spirit stones per pound, no bargaining."

"Me too...me too..."

The erhu begins to play, ghosts wail as they hold their instruments, and crows caw wildly:

"How can a fight be without background music? Ten spirit stones for 'General's Command', twenty spirit stones for 'Ambush from Ten Sides'."

"If you wish to hear the 'Grand Funeral Procession' to send Junior Brother Yu on his way, I can expedite it on the spot. I also sell the 'Yu Liang's Screams Collection' musical jade slip, which is a cry from the depths of the soul. Listening to it can enlighten you, and hearing it can bring you to tears."

……

Yu Liang lay slumped in his wheelchair, his chest wound burning hot.

He glanced sideways at his fellow vampires, and his lips twitched violently.

These lunatics are more like villains than I am.

"cough."

Yu Liang cleared his throat.

"Hey everyone, isn't there something you've forgotten?"

He stretched out two fingers and rubbed them together.

"I want 70% of the total revenue, including venue fees, labor costs, compensation for emotional distress, etc."

Gu Santong's hand froze on the wine gourd, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You unfilial disciple! I'm helping you make a name for yourself! And you still want money? Have you lost your conscience?"

"Can reputation feed you? Can it fill this hole?"

Yu Liang pointed to the bottomless pit in his chest that was still frantically absorbing energy, his face pale, but his eyes fierce:

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't pay me, I'm going to lie down and play dead. Let's go our separate ways, and nobody's going to make any money!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head to the side, stuck out his tongue, and was about to perform a sudden death on the spot.

"Here you go! I'm scared of you! You vampire!"

Gu Santong painfully grabbed a handful of spirit stones and threw them over, as if he were cutting off his own flesh: "Thirty percent! That's the most I can do! I still need to save money to buy wine! This is my life savings!"

"make a deal."

Yu Liang instantly revived, his tongue retracted, his eyes even brighter than before, and he swept the spirit stones into his robes.

On this day, Purple Bamboo Peak became the biggest joke and the biggest myth of the Azure Profound Sect.

……

Tianjian Peak, beside the Sword Washing Pool.

After hearing the report, a swordsman in white broke his longsword with a clang.

"Absurd! Utterly disgraceful!"

He trembled with rage, pointing towards Purple Bamboo Peak: "As a cultivator, to exchange physical humiliation for money? This is to throw the face of the cultivation world to the ground and trample it! If this brat is not eliminated, how can my Azure Profound Sect stand?!"

The junior disciple beside him seemed lost in thought, his eyes unfocused, as if he had witnessed some kind of miracle:

"Senior brother, haven't you heard? Those who went to fight him all came back with breakthroughs! Some say that Yu Liang is using his own body as a furnace to save all sentient beings! This... this is the great compassion of 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

"Bullshit! That's sorcery! It's evil magic!"

Dan Ding Peak, the alchemy room.

Peak Master Qin Mian stared at a piece of intelligence in his hand, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, but his eyes gleamed with the green light of a dissection maniac.

"Getting beaten up makes you stronger? And you can absorb fire poison and pill poison, converting them into your own spiritual power?"

The old man's eyes gleamed, and he didn't even realize that the precious fourth-grade pill in his hand had been crushed into powder.

"This isn't a human! It's clearly a living 'Ten Thousand Poisons Heavenly Net Grass'! If we could throw it into the Eight Trigrams Furnace and refine it for forty-nine days..."

"Peak Master, the Sect Leader has given orders that he must not be touched."

"What a pity! What a waste! Such a terrible thing!"

……

The main peak, the golden roof hall.

The sea of ​​clouds surged.

Xuanweizi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist, landing on the bustling Purple Bamboo Peak, which resembled a vegetable market.

Behind him, Tie Wuqing, the head of the Enforcement Hall, had a livid face, and the smell of pig urine from that day seemed to still linger on his cloud boots.

"Sect Leader, are we just going to let that scoundrel run rampant? Now everyone outside is saying that our Qingxuan Sect has produced a 'Beating Immortal,' it's simply..."

"How heartless."

Xuanweizi interrupted him, his voice calm as still water, yet carrying a profound depth that sent shivers down one's spine, "Look at that, what is it?"

Tie Wuqing followed the sect leader's finger and looked in that direction.

Above Purple Bamboo Peak, with each breath of spiritual energy from Yu Liang, the originally chaotic and disordered evil energy was forcibly organized by some strange force, forming a vortex that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

At the center of that vortex was the wound on Yu Liang's chest.

"That is..." Tie Wuqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's cause and effect.

Xuanweizi turned around, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "He is using the greed and killing intent of all beings in this world to fill the hole that is cursed by the Heavenly Dao. This is not nonsense; this is a game against the Heavens."

"Let him make a scene. The bigger the better. This stagnant water needs to be stirred up long ago."

……

On Purple Bamboo Peak.

The heat was intense.

Yu Liang looked at the group of enthusiastic "fat sheep" in front of him, a smile spreading across his face, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

The "Scar of Divine Punishment" on his chest, originally a hideous black crack, was now being polished with a warm, luminous glow around its edges by the influx of spiritual energy.

That sense of emptiness, of being erased from the world at any moment, is fading away.

If you're rotten enough, and greedy enough, even divine retribution can be polished into a patina!

"Who else?!"

Yu Liang slammed his hand on the armrest and roared, his voice filled with heroic spirit:

"Taking them one by one is too slow! I need to take on ten!"

Constant battles are the best form of training!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Arrogant!"

"Let's go!"

The ten disciples at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining exchanged glances and stepped forward simultaneously.

They formed a simple combined attack formation.

The five elements of spiritual energy converged, transforming into a beam of light as thick as a water bucket, which blasted towards Yu Liang.

This power is approaching that of a Foundation Establishment stage attack!

The air itself seemed to vibrate, and the heat was oppressive.

"Well done!"

Yu Liang was not surprised but rather pleased.

This is a powerful tonic delivered right to my doorstep!

He opened his arms wide, completely letting go of all his defenses, as if welcoming a lover's embrace, or as if preparing to welcome a grand death.

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Boom!

The beam of light instantly engulfed Yu Liang.

The poor wheelchair instantly exploded into dust.

Yu Liang was suspended in mid-air, his body expanding wildly like an inflating balloon.

Round and red.

When blood vessels under the skin bulge out like earthworms, it's a sign that the meridians have reached their limit.

But he didn't blow it up.

Every inch of his flesh and blood was greedily devouring, transforming, and rejecting.

The excruciating pain of being about to burst, mixed with the exhilarating feeling of being filled with energy, made him tremble uncontrollably.

"This is... what it feels like to be alive!"

Yu Liang suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of golden light shot out from them.

What you ate from me, spit it all out!

"Open it for me, you bastard!"

Yu Liang looked up at the sky and roared, his mouth agape to the extreme.

boom--!!!

A multicolored beam of light, mixed with fire poison, exhaust gas, and spiritual energy, burst forth from his mouth and shot straight into the sky.

At that moment, a magnificent mushroom cloud seemed to rise above Zizhu Peak.

A massive shockwave swept in all directions.

The spiritual energy of the ten disciples was instantly drained, their legs went weak, and they all knelt on the ground.

Washed by that turbid yet Daoist-infused energy wave, their expressions were a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if their souls had been cleansed.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Yu Liang stood shirtless amidst the ruins.

Although his pants were tattered and his hair was a mess, he exuded a strange sense of holiness.

The wound on his chest no longer bled; instead, it gleamed with a pale golden sheen.

The audience was silent.

Everyone looked up at that figure.

Someone swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice:

"This...this is the legendary...human sacrifice?"

"They absorb our exhaust fumes and even give us pointers..."

"This is a living Buddha!"

Behind the crowd, in the shadows.

A young man dressed in inner sect attire and carrying a long sword was not as fanatical as the others.

He watched all of this coldly, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on the sword hilt.

That look wasn't directed at a fellow disciple, but at a plump prey.

"A clown who tries to attract attention."

The young man murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and fixing on the golden scar on Yu Liang's chest.

He sniffed the air, a greedy smile spreading across his face.

"Such a rich aroma... those are fragments of the 'Tao'."

"It seems my time has come."