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

In the face of absolute power, fancy tricks are nothing.

Zhao Yijian's thrust was unreasonable, like a red-hot steel needle piercing butter.

Yu Liang's proud "scumbag's mental formula" instantly fell silent.

The so-called "not refusing, not taking the initiative" is based on the premise that your meridians, like a broken pot, must be able to hold this piece of meat.

This sword energy was too dense and too hard.

It didn't give Yu Liang a chance to "digest" or "excrete" at all, but forcefully burrowed into his flesh and blood, and then began to stir wildly.

puff.

Yu Liang was suspended in mid-air, his leg and rib bones broken, and bone fragments piercing his skin.

The pain was so intense it made my brain numb.

Not far away, the people from Zizhu Peak, who had been overturned by the blast wave, had expressions as interesting as if they were watching a monkey show.

Mo Ju's single eye flashed, and the chainsaw spun aimlessly: "The load-bearing skeleton is broken and lacks density. If the metal skeleton isn't replaced in time, Junior Brother's body won't even qualify as fertilizer."

"Oh dear, what a pity."

Senior Brother Kumu patted the black coffin behind him, looking regretful.

"Such a fine body, if it were intact, it would be so impressive to refine it into a zombie. Now that it's shattered like this, even if I stitch it up, it'll be full of scars, ruining the taste of my coffin."

"Shut up! All of you shut up!"

Su Xiu was pressed down into the mud by an invisible sword.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in mud.

She struggled desperately to lift her head and screamed at the group of madmen watching the spectacle.

"Save him! Aren't you your senior brothers? Save him! I don't want the money! You can have it all! Save him!"

Nobody moved.

Gu Santong took a swig of wine, his cloudy old eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at Yu Liang in mid-air.

That toe that was always twitching was now digging firmly into the ground.

boom!

Zhao Yijian flicked his wrist, and the shockwave exploded along the sword.

Yu Liang crashed into the pile of rubble, the stench of blood filling his lungs.

Before he could even catch his breath, a spotless cloud-patterned boot stepped on his cheek.

Press down hard.

A cracking sound came from his cheekbone, and his skin felt like it was being peeled off raw.

"This is what happens when you try to take shortcuts."

Zhao Yijian's voice was icy cold, "Without strength, you don't even have the right to be a nobody."

Yu Liang wanted to make a move.

The sword energy inside his spine crawled around like maggots, locking him in place.

My head was buzzing.

That damned voice came again, echoing and sickeningly sweet.

"Use it... Just a thought... This sword will break, he will die, you will live... Just a little cause and effect, a little bit of existence..."

Yu Liang's gaze began to wander.

As long as I use that... to borrow a little bit of my future... I can survive.

"Screw you!"

Yu Liang roared inwardly.

Useless!

Once used, it will be erased from the world.

If even Su Xiu has forgotten him, what difference is there between living and being a wandering ghost?

I'm drowning in debt and haven't paid it back yet!

I haven't even figured out how this damn world is going to turn out right yet!

You want to take my life? Dream on!

Zhao Yijian increased the force of his footing, raised the tip of his sword again, and aimed the cold light at Yu Liang's dantian.

"it's over."

The third senior brother, Tu San, who hadn't spoken until now, slowly poked half his head out of the ground and sighed.

"Looks like I need to prepare to plant my junior brother. Hopefully, he'll grow into a sturdy one."

"Don't rush."

The ghostly wailing suddenly stopped playing, and its empty eye sockets turned to Yu Liang: "Listen, there's a vibration."

Second Senior Sister Hongyao impatiently applied nail polish.

"I've prepared my revival pills. As long as there's a breath left, I can keep him alive, which is perfect for testing the medicine."

In the pile of rubble.

Yu Liang stared at the rubble before him. It shattered from a direct clash. The sword energy was too hard to penetrate. Since it couldn't penetrate, he would simply try to break through.

A picture suddenly popped into Yu Liang's mind.

Under the overpass in Beijing, the incredibly wealthy Mr. Wang had been turning two walnuts in his hand for decades.

Those walnuts were originally rough and sharp, covered in jagged edges that were very uncomfortable to handle.

and after?

It is as red and smooth as jade, and as smooth as a mirror. Even a fly that lands on it will have to do a split and fall halfway down.

Why?

Because of the plate!

Because of countless pressures and rotations!

Resistance is not meant to be overcome by brute force.

The resistance is for polishing!

Yu Liang's listless, dead fish eyes suddenly lit up with a green light.

That was the light of a hungry wolf seeing meat.

Since it can't pass through the intestines, let it slide away.

It's not absorption, it's rotation, it's vibration.

It's about giving this broken body a patina!

The rampaging sword energy within his body suddenly encountered a strange force.

It was no longer blocked, but swept along, and began to spin wildly.

hum-

A faint tremor was heard.

Mo Ju's blue light surged: "Brilliant! Not by directly withstanding it, but by using high-frequency micro-vibrations to deflect the force? This kid thinks he's a car bearing?"

Zhao Yijian frowned.

The sensation underfoot has changed.

Just a moment ago it was a lump of rotten flesh, how did it suddenly become...slippery?

It felt like stepping on a steel ball coated in lard.

Slip! My foot slipped, and I almost did a split because I lost my balance.

His previously aloof demeanor instantly crumbled, making him appear utterly ridiculous.

In that very instant.

Yu Liang on the ground moved.

Instead of standing up, he spun around on the ground like a top, using his spine as an axis.

call out!

That sword, which was supposed to be fatal, pierced Yu Liang's shoulder instead.

The sharp, heavy iron sword slid away along the muscle lines of Yu Liang's shoulder!

Only a white mark remained.

Not even a scratch!

The entire room fell silent.

Only the crackling sound of the burning torches seemed particularly jarring.

Zhao Yijian was stunned.

His sword can cut through iron like mud and sever gold and jade, how could it possibly slip?

Yu Liang staggered to his feet.

He was covered in blood, his left leg twisted at a bizarre angle, like a broken doll.

But he stopped.

A film of air, generated by extremely high-frequency vibrations, appeared on the surface of his skin, gleaming oily under the moonlight.

That's not oil.

That was a rapidly rotating protective shield of spiritual energy.

"It's done!"

The painted skin exclaimed, "The luster! The texture! This is the 'Heavenly Skin' I've always dreamed of! No need for stitches, it's flawless!"

Yu Liang extended his intact right hand, assuming an extremely lewd yet subtly in accordance with the way of heaven.

"grandson."

Yu Liang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, which landed right on Zhao Yijian's spotless boots.

"That was just a warm-up. Since you like hard stuff, then Grandpa will teach you what the ultimate secrets of the world of antique collecting are."

Yu Liang's aura changed.

It's no longer that superficial "scumbag" vibe, but a kind of smooth, slick, yet unbreakable and substantial quality.

"The second layer of 'Everything Can Be Plated'..."

Let him be strong, I am the wall. All things are rough, only I am smooth.

Vibration creates miracles, friction produces a patina.

Yu Liang stared at Zhao Yijian with a fanatical look, like a freak who had seen a peerless raw gemstone.

"The ultimate polishing technique!"

"Come here! Hold out your sword! Let Grandpa smooth it out for you!"

"court death!"

Zhao Yijian was filled with shame and indignation.

As a direct disciple of Cangjian Peak, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

It was still treated like a walnut shell by a useless outsider!

boom!

The spiritual pressure of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator erupted completely.

Zhao Yijian held his sword in both hands and leaped high into the air.

This sword strike will no longer be held back.

The sword energy transformed into a giant ten-meter-long blade of light, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and cleaved down.

"die!"

"Oh no! I'm really going to turn into mud!"

Su Xiu was so frightened that she closed her eyes, clutching the two spirit stones tightly in her hands until her knuckles turned white.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Yu Liang did not dodge.

He even took the initiative to go to meet him.

Just a moment before contact with the blade, his muscles, bones, and meridians began to vibrate wildly at a frequency of thousands of times per second.

"Get out of here!"

Yu Liang leaned to the side, his shoulder bumping into the sword's edge.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

A chilling friction sound echoed throughout Zizhu Peak.

It's like a grinding wheel cutting into a steel plate.

Sparks flew everywhere!

"It sounds great! That's the voice I'm looking for!"

Ghost Cry excitedly played the erhu, and the mournful music blended perfectly with the friction sound, creating a strange "Grinding March".

"This is the sound of a soul being polished!"

The seemingly indestructible heavy sword was forcibly deflected the moment it touched Yu Liang's shoulder by the terrifying high-frequency vibration.

It slid to the side.

Boom!

The sword energy slashed across the open ground beside Yu Liang, carving out a deep, bottomless ravine.

Yu Liang, on the other hand, was completely unharmed.

Even the skin on his shoulder, under the intense friction and high temperature, became more reddish and translucent.

It really has developed a patina from handling.

Zhao Yijian stared at the sword in his hand in disbelief.

On the blade, there was an extremely smooth... polished surface?

"That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Yu Liang wiped the blood from his face. His eyes shone frighteningly in the night, revealing a madness that seemed to want to unleash the very essence of the universe.

He hopped forward, dragging his broken leg, like a bizarre roly-poly toy.

"Come on, let's continue."

"That was the shoulder just now, but Grandpa also has the elbow and kneecap."

Yu Liang patted his oily chest and beckoned with his finger in a provocative gesture.

"If I don't polish this broken sword of yours into a mirror today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

"you……"

Zhao Yijian felt his blood rush to his head, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the sword bulged.

Just then, an extremely faint cracking sound rang out.

Click.

Zhao Yijian's pupils dilated.

His heavily forged black iron sword, during the intense vibration and friction just now, actually... loosened its internal structure?

"broken."

Mo Ju shook his head, though his tone was full of schadenfreude despite his words.

"The resonant frequency has reached the critical point; the stronger the rigidity, the easier it is to break brittlely. Junior brother's move... is insidious and ruthless."

Yu Liang keenly caught this sound.

He smiled.

His smile was both incredibly bright and incredibly ferocious.

"It seems your sword isn't as hard as you thought."

The divine punishment mark on Yu Liang's chest was frantically consuming the high-temperature heat generated by friction around him, making him look like a red-hot iron.

"Since it's not hard enough..."

"Then don't blame Grandpa for smashing you to pieces and making a sound!"