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

The pinkish toxic fog dissipated quickly.

It was like being woken up from an absurd dream by a splash of cold water.

Zizhu Peak Square fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of people remained frozen in place, their buttocks sticking out, covered in mud, and their belts unfastened.

A mountain breeze blows.

cold.

It's refreshingly cool.

Especially those twenty-odd elite disciples with shiny braised eggs on their heads, a chill ran from the top of their heads straight to the soles of their feet.

The deathly silence lasted for three breaths.

Until the rich second-generation disciple, with trembling hands, touched his smooth, mirror-like, unobstructed skull.

It feels very smooth.

But he didn't want to get rid of it.

"ah--!!!"

The screams tore through the clouds, startling a flock of birds into flight.

"My hair! My hair that I've been growing for twenty years!"

"Who did this?! Which heartless bastard shaved my head bald?!"

Shame, fear, and rage.

Emotions exploded instantly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

More than twenty sword lights shot into the sky, their killing intent materializing, aimed directly at Yu Liang, who was in a wheelchair and about to stuff spirit stones into his crotch.

Before the sword's edge arrived, darkness fell.

boom!

A terrifying, immense pressure crashed down like a hydraulic press.

Clang.

All the flying swords fell to the ground, like dead birds with broken wings.

Tie Wuqing hovered in mid-air, stepping on a giant black sword.

Behind them, the disciples of the Enforcement Hall stood in formation like dark clouds pressing down, their black chains clashing and making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Iron Ruthless looked down.

His face twitched violently.

How can this be a cultivation sect?

This looks like a large-scale mental asylum's exercise area!

Especially those twenty-odd bald heads that gleamed in the sunlight, they practically threw the Qingxuan Sect's face on the ground and rubbed it, while also spitting out a couple of mouthfuls of phlegm.

"Yu Liang."

Sound has no temperature.

Pure killing intent.

"Gathering people to use drugs, driving them insane, insulting fellow practitioners, and destroying their spiritual foundation."

Click.

A black shackle targeting the soul took shape in his palm, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

"No trial needed, search their souls immediately and execute them on the spot."

There is no room for maneuver.

Tie Wuqing didn't even bother to listen to explanations and took action directly.

Soul search?!

In the wheelchair, Yu Liang's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Absolutely not!

The truth I glimpsed through the poisonous fog—that black line connecting the heavens and treating all living beings like livestock—is still imprinted in my mind.

Once the soul is searched, this secret will be revealed through Tie Wuqing's divine sense.

He won't be the only one to die then.

The entire Qingxuan Sect will be instantly annihilated by the Heavenly Dao, leaving not even ashes behind.

They have to perform.

He risked his life to perform.

"Wait!"

Yu Liang suddenly sprang up from his wheelchair, but fell heavily back down due to his weakness.

He clutched his chest tightly.

The mark of divine retribution is frantically devouring the last remaining life force.

But there was no fear on his face.

There is only a kind of bitter resentment at the disappointment of others, and a kind of loneliness at being misunderstood by the world.

"Elder Tie! You want to kill me?"

Yu Liang raised his left hand, which had only three fingers left, and pointed at the group of bald men. His voice was shrill and each word was filled with anguish:

"I poured my heart and soul into helping these blockheads break through their barriers, almost risking my life, and now you want to kill me?"

Tie Wuqing paused.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

He pointed at Wang Yi's comical bald head: "Shaving someone bald like a donkey is called breaking through barriers? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"shallow!"

Yu Liang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

His eyes were filled with fanaticism, like a martyr.

"What is hair? It's three thousand strands of trouble! It's the grime of the mortal world! It's the weeds that obstruct the flow of spiritual energy to the crown of the head!"

He pushed the wheelchair and rushed recklessly to Wang Yi, who was still in a daze.

"Look at Senior Brother Wang!"

"Exceptionally talented, yet stuck at a bottleneck for three whole years! Why?"

"Because it's congested!"

"His Heavenly Gate is blocked by his hair, preventing spiritual energy from entering and turbid energy from escaping! I'm performing a 'physical consecration' on him!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared at Yu Liang as if he were a madman.

That's ridiculous.

Even a con artist couldn't come up with such nonsense.

Tie Wuqing's murderous intent intensified, and the shackles in his hand were about to fall: "Utter nonsense, die!"

"Evidence! I have evidence!"

Yu Liang roared.

He slapped the butt of the pig-like man who was still hiccuping next to him.

"Spit it out!"

Piglet was startled by the slap, and his throat bobbed.

"vomit--"

A dark, wet ball of hair, mixed with mud and pig saliva, was spat out.

That's the result of Pigsy eating too much and getting indigestion.

Yu Liang, however, regarded it as a treasure.

He pointed at the disgusting mass and shouted, "Look! This is the karma forced out of their brains! It's shiny black and stinks! If it weren't forced out, they would have gone mad!"

Tie Wuqing stared at the lump of pig vomit.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing wildly.

He's insulting my intelligence.

He is trampling on the dignity of the court.

"Okay, very good."

Enraged, Tie Wuqing pointed his finger.

The black shackles transformed into venomous snakes, lashing out at Yu Liang with a stench.

"Since you claim it's been blessed, then I'll see what kind of divine power this bald man possesses! If he has no divine power, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Dead end.

What's so magical about it?

He was just an ordinary bald man, and his head was even a little red and swollen from Yu Liang's vigorous handling of him.

Yu Liang looked at the shackles that were rushing towards him.

His left hand, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly clenched tightly.

Two fingers are gone.

If you use causal deception again, this hand will be ruined.

Is it a wasted hand or a wasted life?

This is a multiple-choice question you have to answer whether you want to or not.

"Causal Deception - Great Light Technique"

He silently recited it in his heart.

The nail of the left ring finger instantly disintegrated, along with half of the finger bone, which vanished into thin air.

The excruciating pain instantly contorted Yu Liang's expression.

It looks more ferocious, more fanatical.

"Senior Brother Wang! If you don't understand now, when will you?"

Yu Liang roared.

He secretly kicked Wang Yi hard in the nerve ending.

Wang Yi had just woken up, and his mind was still buzzing.

With my scalp exposed to the mountain breeze, it felt chilly.

This unprecedented coolness, combined with the electric-like tingling sensation from the tingling muscles, gave him an extremely strange illusion—

like……

Is my mind really clear now?

Just then, Yu Liang's law of cause and effect arrived.

"Bright!"

hum-

A blinding ray of sunlight suddenly shone from Wang Yi's bald head.

Under the distortion of causal vision, that is not a reflection.

It was a faint, sacred ring that only appears when a highly enlightened person experiences a sudden awakening...

Golden Buddha light!

"this……"

Wang Yi's eyes widened.

He felt a surge of heat rush from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Combined with the coolness overhead, it's an extreme experience of both ice and fire.

"I...I felt it!"

Wang Yi touched his bald head, his voice trembling.

"Cool! So cool! There's absolutely no obstruction! The spiritual energy just poured right in!"

boom!

The golden light suddenly exploded.

(Yu Liang sacrificed half of his little finger, and almost fainted from the pain).

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The disciples who had been covering their heads and weeping all put their hands down at this moment.

His eyes changed.

Anger turned into shock.

In the end, it turned into...desire.

An extreme longing.

"Can...can it really be blessed?"

"Senior Brother Wang was stuck at a bottleneck for three years, and then he suddenly understood after shaving his head?"

"That is the light of the Great Dao! I have seen the light of the Great Dao!"

"Master! Master Yu Liang!"

A bald disciple suddenly knelt down, touching his head and weeping with joy:

"Thank you! Thank you, Master, for ordaining me! I've understood! I feel like I'm about to break through!"

thump.

thump.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty bald men kowtowed to Yu Liang in unison.

Under the sunlight, the light reflected from the twenty-odd braised eggs was even more dazzling than the protective array of the mountain, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Iron Heartless's hand froze in mid-air.

The fatal shackle stopped three inches from Yu Liang's nose, unable to fall any further.

This moment.

This stern elder, who had been in charge of the sect's punishments for a hundred years, had his worldview shattered.

Is it...

Am I really too superficial?

Is this the legendary "top-tier" expert?

Yu Liang slumped into his wheelchair.

His left hand was hidden in his sleeve, and blood was dripping from his fingertips, staining the armrest of the wheelchair red.

His face was ashen.

He forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Tie Wuqing.

"Elder, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Tie Wuqing took a deep breath.

I forcibly suppressed the sense of absurdity in my heart.

The victims themselves were saying "Thank you, Master, for the blessing," so when this law enforcement elder arrested people, he became the villain who was hindering people from attaining enlightenment.

"What a silver tongue! What a brilliant 'consecration'!"

Tie Wuqing sneered.

The shackles on my palms have vanished.

But he didn't leave.

Those deep eyes looked past Yu Liang and were fixed on the toxic crater not far away.

There, Second Senior Sister Hongyao was humming a little tune as she fed centipedes to three still convulsing "human-shaped medicine residues".

Those were the three assassins who had tried to kill Yu Liang.

"I will leave the matter of the bald man aside for now."

Iron Heartless treads on the void, walking step by step to the edge of the pit.

With a flick of his sleeve.

A strong wind dispersed the poisonous fog, revealing three disfigured bodies.

Although their faces were ulcerated, a distinctive tattoo could still be clearly seen on the exposed back of their necks.

A broken sword is wrapped around an open eye.

Yu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

A chill, even more dangerous than the soul-searching experience they had just faced, crept up their spines.

Do you know him?

Tie Wuqing pointed to the tattoo.

He turned his head away.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Yu Liang was filled with mockery and cruelty.

"This is the mark of the assassins from the 'Heavenly Sword Peak' secret service."

"These people will only be mobilized if Peak Master Tianjizi personally gives the order."

Tie Wuqing's voice wasn't loud.

But it was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing Yu Liang's relief at having just escaped death.

Tianjian Peak.

The first peak of the Qingxuan Sect.

The lair of Zhuge Yuan, the master strategist known as the "probability maniac."

"Yu Liang, do you think you're just playing house with a bunch of outer sect disciples?"

Tie Wuqing's lips curled into a cold smile.

It was like looking at an ant that was oblivious to its own mortality.

"Unauthorized imprisonment and torture of members of the Heavenly Sword Peak's secret service."

"This crime is far more serious than shaving a few people's heads."

He reassembled that black shackle.

This time, the chains gleamed with a despairing, blood-red light.

"Congratulations, you've been caught in the real meat grinder of the inner sect."