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

The three sword beams formed a triangular shape, sealing off any escape route.

No nonsense, and no villains die from overly talkative opening lines.

The three men had lifeless eyes and were breathing in unison, clearly indicating they were assassins.

Pig Grandpa is still dog-paddled in the air; we can't count on him.

Yu Liang used the momentum from the pig's head to roll away, avoiding the fatal blow. After landing, he swayed his wheelchair sideways and shouted into the mist, "Second Senior Sister! We've got work! Three top-grade medicine people!"

The man who was feeding the centipede to the tree paused and turned his head.

In his hazy, drunken eyes, the three black-clad assassins wielding sharp blades were no longer human.

Those were three thousand-year-old ginseng plants that had become sentient, capable of running and jumping, and even using swords to bleed themselves.

"My lord..." Hongyao transformed into red smoke and rushed forward, "Have you come here to keep me company while I drink my medicine?"

The leader of the assassins' pupils contracted; his pulse had been seized. Hongyao shoved a bright green toad into his hand: "Your temper is too strong; it needs to be released."

"—!" Ugh

The leader's eyes bulged out. The remaining two tried to retreat, but purplish-black vines suddenly sprang up from beneath their feet, their barbs digging into their flesh.

"Don't worry, we have them all."

Hongyao, like a virtuous wife and loving mother who takes care of household chores, dragged the three of them neatly toward her makeshift "bridal chamber"—a small pit filled with poisonous gas.

"I've just refined a batch of 'Smiling Half-Step Madness,' and I happen to need someone to test it..."

The screams were blocked by the barrier, leaving only the sickening sound of chewing.

Yu Liang wiped away his cold sweat.

Sure enough, in this mental hospital, normal people are the most vulnerable group.

With the crisis averted, Yu Liang finally had a chance to pick up a piece of clothing from the ground and put it on. He sat back in his wheelchair, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic square where demons were dancing wildly.

In the pink mist, the ugly side of his usually dignified fellow disciples was revealed.

To the left front, behind a huge rock.

An outer disciple who usually kept his head down and was timid and submissive was now kneeling on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and kowtowing frantically.

He was holding a lipstick that he had somehow gotten from one of the female disciples, and he was drawing strange and distorted array diagrams on the ground.

"May the Blood Demon Ancestor live ten thousand generations!"

As the disciple drew, he let out a sinister laugh like an owl: "These idiots from the Qingxuan Sect! Once I've mastered my divine skills, I'll refine you all into blood pills! The sect leader? Hmph, the sect leader is only fit to carry my shoes!"

Yu Liang pushed the wheelchair over.

This is very interesting.

A demonic cultivator infiltrating?

This is a walking record of achievements.

Yu Liang pulled out a crumpled piece of yellow paper from his pocket; it was the scrap paper he usually used for keeping accounts.

"This powerful figure in the demonic path," Yu Liang cleared his throat and handed over paper and pen, "Since you're going to refine the Blood Pill, why don't you draw up a contract first? Write down your grand ambitions, and I can help you promote them."

The disciple was in a state of extreme excitement. Without even glancing at Yu Liang, he picked up a pen and began to write furiously on the paper.

"The Slaughtering Clan Plan"

The first step was to blow up the latrine on Danding Peak.

The second step was to add laxatives to the sect leader's tea.

Step 3...

Yu Liang stared at the mind-numbing plan, his lips twitching.

Isn't the threshold for becoming a demonic cultivator a bit too low?

After the other party finished writing the last word, Yu Liang casually took the storage bag from his waist.

"Thank you for the expense of writing materials."

Yu Liang blew the ink dry and carefully tucked the "Confession" into his pocket.

This is the handle.

This is how the hush money will continue to flow in the future.

Not far away, another commotion broke out.

Several disciples, caught in a hallucination, were fighting each other around a tree, shouting, "Senior Sister is mine!"

Yu Liang glanced at A Tuo, who was perched on the armrest of his wheelchair.

The mythical beast was idly chewing on a spiritual herb it had somehow acquired, its eyes haughty and indifferent.

"Ah Tuo, a customer has arrived."

Yu Liang pointed to the group of disciples who were fighting until their heads were bleeding, "One spit, one hundred spirit stones. Interested in this deal?"

Ah Tuo glanced at him sideways.

"puff--"

Ah Tuo didn't move.

Yu Liang held up two fingers: "Two hundred."

Ah Tuo's ears twitched.

"Deal." Yu Liang made the decision. "I'll use the money to buy you Tian Shan snow lotus as a snack."

A-Tu's eyes lit up.

It took a deep breath, puffed out its cheeks, and let out a thunderous roar of power from its throat.

"Pooh!"

A glistening, thick phlegm, imbued with the aura of a divine beast, struck a rich second-generation disciple with pinpoint accuracy, like a cannonball, as he was about to take off his pants.

The disciple shuddered.

The dazed look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a blank expression and a sticky sensation on his face.

"I...I'm..."

Before he could even react, an IOU was already stuck to his forehead.

"Awake? If you're awake, sign here." Yu Liang smiled and handed over the inkpad. "Divine Beast Jade Liquid, specially for dispelling inner demons, five hundred per sip, fair and square."

The rich second-generation disciple looked at the IOU, then at his crazed fellow disciples around him, and then touched the indescribable liquid on his face.

I don't want to sign.

But the photographic stone in Yu Liang's hand was flashing red.

"I've already recorded the scene where you were hugging that sow and calling her 'wife'," Yu Liang said understandingly, shaking the stone in his hand. "If you don't sign, this will appear on all the sect's bulletin boards tomorrow."

The rich second-generation disciple turned pale and tremblingly pressed his handprint.

No sooner had he pressed the button than Yu Liang slapped him again with his other hand.

"Okay, you can go back to sleep now."

The disciple rolled his eyes and was once again swallowed by the pink mist, clinging to the big tree beside him as he continued to call out "wife".

Yu Liang watched this scene with satisfaction and stuffed the IOU into his pocket.

This is called sustainable development.

The entire Zizhu Peak Square has now been transformed into a large-scale "Truth or Dare" game.

Someone hugged a pillar and wept bitterly, admitting that he had stolen the "Rejuvenation Pill" that the elder of Dan Ding Peak had ruined and ate it like candy;

Someone stood on a high place and shouted. In fact, he had always secretly admired the Iron Heartless Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, who had a face full of scars, and thought that was "wild beauty".

Some people even kowtowed to thin air, crying and saying that they were the illegitimate son of an elder who had been living away from home, and that they had suffered a lot over the years.

Yu Liang pushed the wheelchair, like a busy little bee, shuttling among these secrets.

The photo stones were filled with more than a dozen images.

Each one is a heavy, precious stone.

Even the old bastard Gu Santong, who had been pretending to be asleep on the roof, was affected by the poison gas.

The old man rolled over, clutching his wine gourd, and muttered, "Don't arrest me... don't arrest me... that debt was owed by the previous sect leader... I'm just a child... every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor..."

Yu Liang rolled his eyes.

The generation before that?

Just how much bad debt does this old man owe?

Just as Yu Liang was counting money until his hands cramped, a double image suddenly appeared in the world before his eyes.

It's not a hallucination.

Rather, it is a deeper level of stripping away.

Perhaps it was due to residual toxins in the body, or perhaps it was due to excessive excitement that depleted his mental energy.

Yu Liang discovered that countless chaotic lines were faintly emerging on the bodies of those crazed disciples.

That's the line of cause and effect.

Most of the lines are gray, messy and disorderly, like a tangled mess.

But amidst this tangled mess, there is a dark main thread that is exceptionally clear.

This line extends above the heads of all the madmen.

Pointing towards the sky.

Apart from bald Zhao Yijian, he was the only one without black lines on his head.

Yu Liang's curiosity was piqued, and he began to wonder why Zhao Yijian was so unconventional.

At the edge of the square, a young man dressed in the robes of an inner disciple was frantically banging his head against the wall.

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me!"

The young man roared, blood streaming down his forehead, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, mechanically repeating the impact.

Yu Liang recognized this person.

Wang Yi.

An elite member of the inner sect, who had previously mocked Zizhu Peak outside the mountain gate as the loudest voice calling it a garbage dump.

But it is not important.

Importantly, the black line on his body was thicker than everyone else's.

Moreover, his actions of banging his head against the wall were very strange.

It didn't seem like he was going crazy, but rather like he was... trying to knock something out of his head.

That's a money tree!

It's such a pity that they were hit and killed.

Yu Liang pushed the wheelchair over and grabbed Wang Yi by the back of the head.

"Don't move! You'll get stupid if you hit it again!"

Wang Yi was incredibly strong, and he reached out to grab Yu Liang's throat.

Yu Liang's eyes turned cold.

The "Scumbag Mentality Manual," running at full power.

"The ultimate polishing technique!"

His hands moved like blurs, frantically rubbing Wang Yi's scalp.

The heat from the high-frequency vibrations instantly ignited Wang Yi's hair.

zizi——

The smell of burning permeated the air.

Three breaths later.

Wang Yi's long, jet-black hair turned to ashes.

A smooth, shiny braised egg is freshly made.

"call……"

Yu Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yi remained still.

He stared blankly ahead, his eyes vacant, seemingly bewildered by the sudden "haircut service".

Just then.

Yu Liang's vision blurred again.

Half asleep and half awake.

He saw that the black lines on Wang Yi's head had disappeared, and a black mark slowly appeared on the crown of his head, which had been polished to a shine.

That's not a tattoo.

It's more like some kind of living thing, parasitizing under the skin, wriggling with the pulsation of blood vessels.

A twisted, eye-like rune.

It's watching me.

Yu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

Even stranger, however, is that the black line that connected to the sky has disappeared without a trace.

He blinked hard.

Vision has returned to clear.

Wang Yi's bald head was bare except for a few bruises from the impact.

Hallucination?

No.

Yu Liang touched the burning mark of divine retribution on his chest.

Causal deception never goes wrong.

That mark is real.

It lies hidden beneath the skin, deep within the soul.

Only when the host's mind breaks down and their defenses are at their weakest will a hint of something be revealed.

and……

Yu Liang turned around and looked at the disciples who were still going crazy.

If everyone had this in their head...

This is hardly a sect for cultivating immortality.

This is clearly a huge breeding farm.

A chill ran down my spine and up my scalp.

Yu Liang removed his hand from Wang Yi's bald head and casually wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes.