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

The imperial edict hung suspended in the sky above Purple Bamboo Peak.

The road was shimmering with light and golden radiance.

This pomp and circumstance doesn't resemble sending someone to a forbidden area; it's more like welcoming an emperor to the throne.

Gu Santong tilted his head back and gulped down the cheap liquor in his mouth.

"belch--"

A loud burp, reeking of alcohol, shattered the golden light scattered on the ground.

"To praise someone to death."

Gu Santong exhaled a breath of alcohol.

"Put you on the fire, sprinkle with cumin, and roast until you sizzle and drip oil."

"That old scoundrel Tianjizi wants to use the entire sect to break you, this troublemaker."

Yu Liang remained slumped in his wheelchair, not responding.

He raised his head slightly.

Deep within his eyes, countless fine threads darted about wildly.

Causal deception, open.

Cost: Three years of lifespan.

The world has been stripped of its colors.

That sacred and solemn decree quickly rotted and turned ashes in his eyes.

What auspicious omen?

That was clearly a shroud woven from power struggles and murderous intent.

The gray lines of death, like maggots, wriggled wildly within the texture of the decree.

Each one bites firmly into the void, its source pointing directly to the summit of Heavenly Sword Peak.

A single strand of black hair at Yu Liang's temple was visibly withered and decayed.

The snow-white skin hung down beside her ears, dazzling and startling.

The old man grinned, revealing a set of broken, yellow teeth.

"Don't you want to go?"

"Even though I'm drowning in debt, I still have the ability to throw a tantrum."

"One thousand spirit stones, and I'll settle this matter for you."

Yu Liang laughed in exasperation: "A robbery, huh?"

Gu Santong smacked his lips: "Five hundred isn't out of the question, after all, he's a regular customer."

"whispering sound."

Yu Liang tossed the wine gourd back to the old man: "The stage is already set up. If I don't go, wouldn't I be disappointing those people who are waiting to see me make a fool of myself?"

Gu Santong grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The laws within the Sword Tomb suppress even those at the Nascent Soul stage, forcing them to crawl and remain at the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Kid, this is your only chance."

"It's also the only way to survive."

One hour later.

Chaos erupted in front of the main hall of Zizhu Peak.

"Junior brother, wear this!"

Mo Ju dragged a huge lump of iron as he rumbled over.

It was a set of heavy armor made of black iron, weighing over a hundred pounds.

Mo Ju's single eye flashed red light wildly, and a plume of black smoke spewed from its nostrils.

"Turtle Shell Number One! I demolished half an acre of my third senior brother's land to build it!"

"Anyone below the Golden Core stage who attacks will have their arm broken!"

Yu Liang stared at the cold, scrap metal, his lips twitching.

"Fourth Senior Brother, if I wear this thing, I'll be exhausted halfway to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords before I even reach it."

"Then drink this."

Hongyao brought over a bowl of thick soup with strange green bubbles rising to the surface.

Her red dress swayed, and she smiled with alluring eyes.

"An improved version of 'Half-Step Madness with a Smile'".

"After drinking it, your blood will be poisonous, and anyone who tries to kill you will die."

"The side effects... well, your skin might turn green, and you might... become impotent for life."

Yu Liang's eyes twitched violently, and he decisively pushed away the bowl of soup meant to end his family's lineage.

"I appreciate your kind offer, Second Senior Sister, but the Yu family still needs to have an heir."

He rummaged through the pile of junk.

Finally, they brought out a large, black iron pot.

"Just this?" Su Xiu's eyes widened.

"This is called returning to simplicity."

Yu Liang slung the blame over his back.

Its size is just right to protect the back of the chest, making it look like a big turtle carrying a tortoise shell.

Immediately, he grabbed a handful of dried, brown poisonous mushrooms and forced them into Pig Grandpa's mouth.

"Chew it thoroughly, don't swallow it."

Pig Grandpa chewed a couple of times in a daze.

"puff--"

Two wisps of pink mist emanated from the pig's nostrils, carrying a sweet fragrance that made one dizzy.

"Alright, the portable biological weapon is fully loaded."

Yu Liang tucked Pigsy into his arms and was about to turn around when his sleeve suddenly tightened.

Su Xiu grabbed him.

Her eyes were slightly red, but her movements were surprisingly fast.

A crumpled piece of paper was stuffed into Yu Liang's hand—a "Beneficiary Transfer Agreement for Accidental Death".

The core terms are clear and concise:

If Yu Liang unfortunately dies, all his estate and pension will belong entirely to Su Xiu.

"You really are..."

Yu Liang laughed.

He picked up the pen and signed his name with flowing strokes.

"Don't worry, if I die, all the IOUs are yours."

Su Xiu put the contract away without saying a word.

She then took out a cloth bag made of floral fabric and hung it around Pigsy's neck.

The bag was ugly, with crooked and uneven stitches.

"For the automatic pickup bag, I had my senior brother carve a miniature traction array."

Su Xiu lowered her head, her voice muffled.

"Any spirit stone that falls within a five-meter radius will be automatically absorbed."

"You... don't just focus on dying, remember to go where there are lots of people."

Yu Liang's gaze softened slightly as he looked at the ugly-cute cloth bag.

This girl.

She was reminding him in her own way: Don't die, or no one will help her make money.

"I'm gone."

Yu Liang, carrying a black pot on his back and holding a pink pig, walked step by step down the mountain like a farmer going to a market.

Entrance to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and drums and gongs resounded.

Apart from the old monster who was in seclusion, all the elite disciples of the Qingxuan Sect were present.

The six main peaks were clearly divided into factions, each consisting of a luxurious burial party carefully selected by Tianjizi.

Right in the center.

Xiao Wufeng, the chief of Tianjian Peak, was dressed in white and carried an ebony sword box on his back.

His eyes were slightly closed.

Three flying swords darted around him like fish, each sword moving with terrifying precision, without the slightest error.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the noisy crowd, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Chaos, disorder."

In his view, the world is made up of rules and data.

Yu Liang is the biggest variable.

left.

Tuoba Ye, the chief of Wanshou Peak, was shirtless, his muscles bulging like rocks.

A white-browed, glaring tiger sat between his legs, and both man and tiger drooled in unison.

His eyes, blatantly revealing his appetite, stared at the fair-skinned disciples in the crowd.

Right.

Mo Yuan of Shenji Peak sat atop a giant mechanical wolf.

Her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll's, her eyes were empty and cold, as if she had no interest in anything around her.

But when the figure carrying the black pot appeared at the edge of the square.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Mo Yuan's lifeless eyes.

That is……

The loneliness of "though there are thousands of people, I will go."

Mo Yuan murmured to herself.

A novel titled "The Domineering Beggar Falls in Love with Me" quickly came to mind.

The plot of Chapter Three perfectly overlaps with the scene before us.

"Is this the 'role model'?"

"Are you going to take the blame for cooking?"

"Is that a pig? A pink one?"

A burst of snickers erupted.

The elite disciples looked at Yu Liang with the cruelty and mockery of hunters looking at their prey.

Ignoring the mockery, Yu Liang walked straight to the entrance.

"stop."

The gatekeeper elder, with a stern face, raised his hand to stop him.

"Yu Liang of Zizhu Peak, identity confirmed."

"But this pig won't do."

Why?

"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is a forbidden area of ​​the sect; lowly livestock are not allowed to enter."

The elder pointed to the thunder tiger that Tuoba Ye was riding next to him.

"That's a spirit beast; we paid for it."

"Does your pig have a spirit beast token? If you want to bring it in, you need to pay a 'spiritual energy loss fee' of 500 spirit stones."

Five hundred spirit stones?

Are they robbing us?

Yu Liang's eyelids twitched.

A burst of laughter came from the surrounding area.

Tuoba Ye patted Lei Hu on the head, his face full of provocation.

"You poor wretch, if you can't afford it, don't bring it."

"Elder, you've misunderstood."

Yu Liang remained expressionless and took out an oil paper package from his pocket.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He grabbed a handful of bright red chili powder and cumin powder and rubbed it hard onto Pig's pink belly.

"Huh?"

Pig Master was startled by the spiciness and was about to howl when Yu Liang covered his mouth.

"This is not a spirit pet."

Yu Liang patted the pig's rump, which was covered in seasonings, and looked at the elder with a serious expression.

"This is the disciple's reserve food."

"grain reserves?"

The elder was stunned.

"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords has been open for a month, and I am afraid that my body will go hungry due to my weak constitution."

"Bring some cured meat in so we can slaughter it and eat it right away."

Yu Liang looked completely sincere.

"It's all about the taste, right? That doesn't violate any rules, does it?"

The elder's beard trembled violently.

He looked at the live, slightly twitching cured meat covered in seasoning.

A gurgling sound came from his throat, and his Dao heart was subjected to an unprecedented shock.

"Get inside!"

The elder waved for them to pass; even glancing at them made my eyes hurt.

Yu Liang chuckled and carried Pigsy toward the teleportation array.

The moment I was about to step into the light curtain.

Xiao Wufeng's icy voice suddenly rang out.

"You're three breaths late."

"A person with no sense of time is destined to be discarded."

Yu Liang stopped.

Look back.

He faced thousands of eyes behind him, some greedy, some mocking, and some filled with murderous intent.

He sported his signature smug smile.

"Senior Brother Xiao is right, I am a pawn."

Yu Liang focused his energy, raised his voice, and the sound resonated throughout the entire venue.

"So, fellow senior brothers and sisters, whoever grabs the treasures inside keeps them!"

The disciples' eyes were filled with even greater greed.

but--

Yu Liang abruptly changed the subject and patted his chest.

"If I die in there, whoever finds these dozens of IOUs in my arms can keep them!"

"What?"

Someone asked the question instinctively.

"Zizhu Peak has eight million in foreign debt!"

Yu Liang's smile was ferocious as he spoke each word slowly and deliberately.

"Whoever kills me will inherit!"

This statement came out.

The entire room fell silent.

Qian Duoduo from Danding Peak, who was still working on the abacus, suddenly shattered his hand, scattering the abacus beads all over the ground.

Just as Ye Aotian was about to strike a cool pose and draw his sword, he slipped and almost twisted his waist.

Even Xiao Wufeng, who had been expressionless the whole time, twitched slightly at the corner of his eye.

It seems they are calculating the devastating impact of this eight million debt on their cultivation resources.

Only Mo Yuan's eyes grew increasingly unfocused.

He was filled with awe: to curse the one who killed him with all the wealth in the world—what a tragically beautiful vow of revenge…

Those elites who originally planned to kill Yu Liang unexpectedly upon entering the arena instantly turned ashen-faced as if they had swallowed a fly.

Killing someone is easy, but incurring debt is difficult.

Eight million spirit stones?

What they killed wasn't a person, but someone else.

This is clearly stirring up a huge hornet's nest!

While everyone was still in a daze,

Yu Liang, carrying a black pot on his back and holding a pig, plunged headfirst into the rotating light screen like a slippery eel.

"Exquisite".

Only his last, mocking sigh remained in the air.