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

Consciousness returned.

Yu Liang felt he was familiar with the place.

He was soaking naked in a huge bronze cauldron.

The surrounding area was filled with a ghastly green, viscous medicinal broth, bubbling and gurgling.

A strange, mixed smell wafted to my nose.

I wanted to move a finger, but even my eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down with lead.

"woke up?"

A captivatingly alluring voice drifted down from above.

"The heat is just right."

Yu Liang struggled to lift his head.

A circle of heads surrounded the mouth of the cauldron.

They were looking down at him from their high vantage point.

That look didn't seem like he was looking at a fellow disciple.

It's more like examining a Dongpo pork knuckle that's about to be cooked.

The woman, with her bright red lips, held a wriggling purple-backed centipede in her hand.

A pinch with the fingernail.

The purplish-black venom dripped into the cauldron with a "sizzling" sound.

"Once this 'Purple Fiend Thousand-Legged Guide' is taken, its medicinal properties can penetrate into the bone marrow."

She licked her lips, her eyes burning with fervor.

Yu Liang opened his mouth, and a breath of hot air escaped from his throat:

"Is this... going down the braised pork route?"

"Don't move."

Mo Ju extended its robotic arm, and the calipers slid along Yu Liang's skull:

"Perfect patina."

"Junior brother, are you really not considering getting a new Xuan Iron skeleton? The meat is cooked until it's tender, so it's a good time to remove the bones."

Yu Liang shrank further into the soup.

"Once the skin is removed, it becomes worthless."

The abacus made a crisp, crackling sound.

Su Xiu leaned over the edge of the cauldron, flipping through the account book in her hands at lightning speed, the abacus beads practically sparking.

"Second Senior Sister, the cost of that centipede is thirty spirit stones."

"Adding to the previous three catties of dragon blood grass, five ounces of ghost-faced mushrooms, and a jar of Drunken Life, Dreamy Death Wine..."

"The cost of this pot of soup has reached 13,600 spirit stones."

Su Xiu slammed the account book shut.

He stared intently at Yu Liang inside the cauldron, gritting his teeth:

"Yu Liang."

"If you dare to die in there, I'll fish you out, chop you up, and sell you by weight to the cafeteria."

"Let's recover some blood."

Yu Liang's lips twitched.

He lowered his head.

I saw a piece of emerald green floating on my chest.

Green onion.

A few sprigs of cilantro were floating nearby.

There were even two star anise floating on the surface, along with a few unidentified colorful mushrooms.

"no……"

Yu Liang pointed tremblingly at the large scallion.

I understand the need for healing.

"But what's with the scallions and cilantro? Are you really planning to marinate me before cooking me?"

"Pooh!"

A muffled thud.

A clump of thick phlegm landed precisely on his head.

It slid down the forehead into the mouth.

Yu Liang: "..."

Beside the tripod.

A-Tu flicked his flowing bangs, his face radiating an arrogance that seemed to say, "Mortals don't understand art."

"Atuona is used to enhance the medicinal properties."

Hongyao casually tossed the shriveled centipede carcass into the cauldron and stirred it.

"The saliva of mythical beasts is the best catalyst, capable of neutralizing all poisons."

"As for scallions and cilantro... Ah Tuo said the soup base was too fishy, ​​so he added some seasonings to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor."

To enhance the flavor?

Yu Liang felt nauseous.

This is hardly healing.

This is clearly an illegal cooking operation called "Refining the Golden Body from a Hundred Poisons"!

"I think I can still be salvaged. Could you perhaps switch to something gentler...?"

"Shut up and sink!"

Hongyao's eyes sharpened, and her delicate hand pressed down lightly.

An invisible, immense force descended upon them.

With a gurgling sound.

Yu Liang was pushed into the boiling water.

"You've overdrawn your vital energy; your body is like a leaky sieve. Any ordinary pills will leak out as soon as they're taken in."

"Only by simmering it over a high flame, forcibly infusing the medicine into every crevice of your bones, can we bring your wretched life back to normal!"

"Bear with it!"

The green soup was overflowing.

Yu Liang wanted to curse.

next second.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed all thoughts.

pain!

The medicinal liquid transformed into steel needles that tore open the pores, and violent energy exploded within the body.

It surged wildly along the blood vessels.

It rampages through the meridians.

This is not nourishment.

It was an invasion.

Yu Liang convulsed at the bottom of the cauldron.

The "Scars of Divine Retribution" all over his body throbbed wildly, as if they were about to completely burst open.

dying.

This time, we're really going to be played to death.

At the critical moment of life and death, "Everything Can Be Played" operates on its own.

hum-

A strange vibration arose from the depths of my bones.

The first rule of a scumbag's mindset: Never refuse.

Since we can't resist.

Then enjoy it.

Yu Liang gritted his teeth, no longer resisting, and instead opened all his meridians.

He extended an invitation to the toxins surging into his body, like a starving ghost:

come!

How pretentious!

boom!

The medicine formed a terrifying vortex within the body.

The toxins that were originally responsible for destruction were forcibly dispersed and ground up when they touched the strangely vibrating meridians.

It transforms into the purest form of energy.

Ah Tuo's saliva from the mythical beast became the key lubricant.

It enveloped the violent particles, gliding smoothly over the dried-up and broken meridians.

Wherever it goes, it leaves no trace, only erosion.

Once.

Twice.

Ten thousand times!

Yu Liang's body became a riverbed, and the medicine's effects became a flood.

This flood is not responsible for construction.

Their only job is to make the riverbed wider, brighter, and smoother!

Outside the cauldron.

Hongyao is preparing to add another ingredient, "heartbreak grass".

The movement stopped abruptly.

"What happened?"

The once overflowing green liquid is now decreasing at a visible rate.

A huge vortex formed in the center of the cauldron.

Gumbling.

That was the sound of a whale swallowing and sucking up the sea!

"Is he using drugs?"

The single eye of the Ink Cube flashed blue light, and the pointer on the robotic arm went off the charts.

"No... he's undergoing a transformation!"

"This energy utilization rate... he's restructuring his body!"

Through boiling steam.

Everyone could vaguely see it.

On Yu Liang's pale body, the hideous, pitch-black "Scar of Divine Punishment" was undergoing an astonishing transformation.

The blackness faded.

Instead, it has a flowing, viscous golden-red sheen.

It was like pouring boiling gold into broken porcelain.

It's like a rusty gear coated with top-quality lubricant.

Scars are no longer a countdown to death.

Instead, it transformed into a bewitching totem, spreading from the chest to the entire body.

Within each crack flows a chilling sense of power.

"This is..."

Su Xiu opened her mouth wide, and the abacus beads in her hand fell to the ground.

"The patina that's developed through handling?"

Just as the entire audience was stunned.

A drunken voice broke through the air.

"It smells so good! It smells so good!"

call--

A giant gourd fell from the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Gu Santong wobbled as he jumped down.

He held a crumpled piece of yellow paper in his hand, and wore the kind of benevolent smile typical of a cunning merchant.

He walked straight to the cauldron.

He dipped his finger in the soup, put it in his mouth, and slurped it up.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, I got a little angry."

The old man shook his head regretfully.

He then slapped the yellow paper onto the side of the cauldron with a "smack".

It was facing Yu Liang's face directly.

"My good disciple, it's good that you're awake."

Gu Santong revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"I went to great lengths to save your life."

Yu Liang squinted.

It's a new IOU.

Above, written in a bold, flowing script, was a line of large characters:

I have borrowed a bottle of "Heavenly Fragrance Life-Sustaining Dew" (an 80-year-old vintage) from my esteemed teacher, Gu Santong, for a value equivalent to 200,000 spirit stones. Interest is calculated daily, with a 13% return on 90% of the loan.

Two hundred thousand?!

Yu Liang's blood pressure, which had just calmed down, spiked instantly.

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

"Old man, are you robbing me?!"

"This soup is full of poisonous insects and mushrooms, where did this 'life-extending elixir' come from?!"

"Why isn't it there?"

Gu Santong pointed at A Tuo with a self-righteous air.

"Did that silly alpaca drink a whole pot of my wine before it spat out?"

"That wine contains a life-sustaining elixir!"

"After being fermented and purified by the digestive system of a mythical beast, its value doubles. Charging you 200,000 is a friendly price!"

Yu Liang stared intently at the IOU.

Then he looked at Ah Tuo, who was still ruminating with an innocent expression.

Suddenly I realized...

I might as well have died inside the cauldron.

"Master."

Yu Liang revealed a smile that was even more painful than crying.

The golden-red cracks on his body shimmered slightly with his emotional fluctuations.

"Does our Purple Bamboo Peak sect rules include a clause on 'betraying one's master and ancestors'?"

Gu Santong scratched his toes and chuckled:

"Yes, I have."

"But that's a different price."

"You'll have to pay more."

Just then.

A pink figure stealthily climbed up the leg of the cauldron.

Pig Lord.

The pig was driven mad by the "chaotic and violent" high-level energy smell inside the cauldron.

It took advantage of everyone watching Yu Liang.

He bent over and lay on the edge of the cauldron with his butt sticking out.

He took a deep sip of the broth from the bronze cauldron.

Slurp—!

One mouthful.

It absorbs one-tenth of the essence.

Another bite.

The soup was almost gone.

"Hmph!"

Piglet grunted contentedly, and his body underwent a dramatic change.

The pinkish-rough pigskin instantly tightened, and the fine hairs fell off cleanly.

In the blink of an eye.

It turned into a... mirror pig.

It was entirely pink, smooth as a mirror, and could even reflect Hongyao's astonished face.

"Has this pig... eaten too much?"

Let's look inside the cauldron.

The soup has dried up.

Only a naked figure remained, sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the cauldron.

Yu Liang slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of golden-red light disappeared into the depths of his pupils.

Get up.

The skin has a bronzed appearance.

The golden-red cracks do not detract from the beauty; on the contrary, they exude an eerie and wild charm.

Like a work of art that has been broken and then carefully restored.

"Cool."

Yu Liang exhaled a breath of stale air, which made the bronze cauldron vibrate.

That feeling of weakness, as if it could vanish with the wind at any moment, disappeared.

Instead, there is an unprecedented sense of "transparency".

The marks of divine retribution still remain.

But he felt like he had become a solid funnel.

As long as you put in enough, it will never spoil.

"Junior brother, although you have indeed gotten a bit better in physique..."

Hongyao's gaze swept over him.

He pointed down with a half-smile.

"But shouldn't you cover it up first?"

"Senior sister, I don't mind. Su Xiu is still a child."

"Ah~"

Su Xiu screamed in terror, covered her eyes, and opened her fingers wide.

"You filthy scoundrel!"

Yu Liang lowered his head.

Holy crap!

He let out a strange cry, covered his groin with both hands, and abruptly squatted back into the cauldron.

"Where are my clothes?! Where is my Taoist robe?!"

"It's overcooked."

Mo Ju answered honestly.

Piglet blinked dazedly, a little tipsy.

"belch--!"

It opened its mouth and let out a thunderous burp.

call--

A burst of pink mist erupted and instantly enveloped the top of Purple Bamboo Peak.

The mist carried a strange, sweet scent of fantastical mushrooms, poison, and the saliva of mythical beasts.

Inhaling the mist instantly.

Su Xiu felt that the world had changed.

The countless spirit stones that grew wings called her "Mom".

Mo Ju saw that the robotic arm had become a behemoth.

Hongyao saw the mountain covered in poisonous plants and proposed to her...