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

Yu Liang landed face-first, his body splitting into a "big" shape. Pig Master disdainfully dug at the dirt.

Yu Liang didn't move. His left eye throbbed with pain, but his vision pierced through the surface, allowing him to see the inscription on the broken stele in front of him:

[Sword Tomb Iron Rules: Soldier against soldier, general against general; those who wield swords must not kill mortals, only those with a single blade in hand are enemies.]

It was indeed a dead end.

boom--

Six streams of energy crashed down.

Tuoba Ye landed on his tiger, followed closely by Xiao Wufeng, Ye Aotian, Qian Duoduo, Bai Lian'er, and Mo Yuan, blocking their retreat.

Xiao Wufeng tapped the sword case: "Suggested solution: Sever the limbs, leave the tongue intact. Directly killing the enemy triggers debt inheritance, which doesn't maximize benefits."

Before he finished speaking, a sweet, cloying fragrance wafted over him.

"Even your scheming is so charming, Senior Brother Xiao." Bai Lian'er's eyes sparkled, her body so limp it was almost touching Xiao Wufeng's sword case. "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I'll cut your tongue for you, I won't dirty your hands."

"Ahem!"

On the other side, Qian Duoduo, riding on the big white cat, mocked while fiddling with an abacus:

"Senior Sister Bai, toned down your flirtatious manner. This is the Sword Tomb, not your Hundred Flowers Pavilion."

Qian Duoduo rolled her eyes, then turned to look at Xiao Wufeng, her face instantly beaming with a smile. "This scoundrel is definitely hiding something. Killing him directly would be too much of a loss. Senior Brother Xiao has a good business sense, unlike some big-breasted, brainless women who only know how to be horny."

"Who are you calling big-breasted and brainless?!" Bai Lian'er's eyebrows shot up.

"Whoever answers, that's who we'll talk about." Qian Duoduo stuck out her tongue. "Besides, Senior Brother Xiao cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness; you're not even as pretty as a spirit stone."

Xiao Wufeng frowned slightly, and subtly took a step to the side to avoid Bai Lian'er's touch.

Tuoba Ye interjected, "Junior Sister Qian, that means Junior Sister Bai is wrong. Who says big breasts mean no brains?"

"Shut up!" Qian Duoduo and Bai Lian'er shouted in unison.

Tuoba Ye:......

Mo Yuan rode on the back of the mechanical wolf, tilting her head, her empty eyes fixed on Yu Liang.

The book "The Domineering Beggar Falls in Love with Me" in her mind automatically flipped to Chapter 3 - "The Lone Wolf in Desperate Circumstances".

"This sense of fragmentation..." Mo Yuan murmured to herself, a strange flush rising on her pale cheeks, "It would be perfect as a doll placed on the bedside table."

"Enough with the nonsense." Ye Aotian's long hair danced wildly as he deliberately adjusted the angle to face the dim light, flashing his sword. "Mortal, dying under my 'Stunning Sword' is the reward of your many lifetimes of good deeds—"

The sword's aura was like frost, and its killing intent was overwhelming.

"Clang!"

Yu Liang threw away the black pot and fire poker, raising his hands high: "Stop! I surrender! I'm just a mortal, I don't have any iron plates!"

Nourishes—

The sword energy touched the tip of the nose three inches away, and the rule took effect.

The shockwave caused Ye Aotian's tiger's mouth to split open, forcing him to retreat in a sorry state.

"Stunning beauty my ass."

Yu Liang pointed at the stone tablet, "Didn't you read the rules? Those who wield swords are not allowed to kill mortals."

After saying that, he swaggered up to Tuoba Ye.

Thunder Tiger roared and pounced.

"What are you yelling for?" Yu Liang patted the tiger's head, his gaze falling between the tiger's legs, and flicked his finger.

collapse.

Lei Hu's eyes bulged out, and his screams echoed throughout the Sword Tomb.

Rule of Law: Monsters with minions attack mortals.

A tremendous force descended, slamming the Foundation Establishment demon beast into the ground.

Tuoba Ye's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his axe to strike: "Second brother!"

"Crack!" Yu Liang pointed to his carotid artery. "Touch me, and the rules will turn you into mincemeat."

The giant axe stopped abruptly in mid-air, and Tuoba Ye's face turned a deep shade of liver.

On the other side, Pigsy's beady eyes lit up.

The pink ball of flesh suddenly darted out and bit the tail of the big white cat that Qian Duoduo was sitting on.

"Meow—!"

The big white cat screamed in agony, and Qian Duoduo stomped her feet in distress, fidgeting with her abacus but daring not to move: "You idiot! Let go! That's a lucky cat!"

"Shameless! Vulgar! Despicable!" Bai Lian'er concluded.

Yu Liang, hands on hips, shouted, "Come on! You can't even kill a mortal, what kind of immortal are you!"

Xiao Wufeng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

The data stream in his eyes refreshed rapidly, instantly pinpointing a loophole in the rules.

"The rules only restrict weapons."

"Everyone, put away your magical weapons. Remove your armor and discard your swords. Using your fists and feet does not count as wielding a sword."

"Wow, Senior Brother Xiao is so clever!" Bai Lian'er was the first to respond, dramatically unfastening the soft sword from her waist and tossing it aside. She looked at Xiao Wufeng with a sly gaze, "As long as it's what Senior Brother says, I'll even let people strip naked~"

Qian Duoduo smacked the big white cat on the head: "Shameless! Senior Brother Xiao, I'll have the lucky cat scratch him to death right now, so your hands won't get dirty!"

The crowd suddenly realized what was happening, put away their weapons, and surrounded them with sinister smiles.

Yu Liang pointed to the half-hidden, broken stele behind him: "Take a look at that one too."

Xiao Wufeng turned around, his pupils contracting: [Private duels are strictly forbidden within the tomb. Only the Sword Competition Platform can determine the victor; violators will have their souls annihilated.]

The fist stopped at the tip of Yu Liang's nose.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Yu Liang sneered, "Want to fight? Go queue up at the Sword Competition Arena. If you fight here, we'll both go to the Yellow Springs. Trading one worthless life for six prodigies, this is a steal."

Dead end.

The six top leaders were completely under their control.

That feeling of pent-up frustration was worse than killing them.

Watching this scene, Mo Yuan's eyes shone even brighter, and she murmured softly, "Is this... the 'intelligence bordering on demonic' mentioned in the stories? He's so special, I really want to dissect him..."

Yu Liang ignored Mo Yuan's chilling gaze.

He found a rock, set up the black pot, cut off a few slices of cured meat, and lit a flaming talisman.

"Sizzle—"

The aroma of meat filled the air, but it seemed particularly pungent in the desolate Sword Tomb.

"Don't stand, sit down."

Yu Liang greeted them warmly, as if this were not a deadly place, but the back garden of Zizhu Peak: "Since you can't kill me, why don't you have some? Authentic smoked cured meat, Ah Tuo has been marinating it for half a month, the taste of that saliva... tsk, amazing."

Nobody moved.

Yu Liang wasn't embarrassed. He tore off a piece of meat and fed it to Pig Master, then looked at Ye Aotian, who was still fixing his hair:

"Chief Ye, stop putting on airs. Aren't your arms tired? That jolt just now must have cracked your sword spirit, right? If you keep pretending, you'll suffer internal injuries and cough up blood, staining your white clothes."

Ye Aotian's face turned pale. He subconsciously protected the hilt of his sword, finally lowered the hand that had been raised for so long, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

Then, Yu Liang's gaze swept between Bai Lian'er and Qian Duoduo, and he clicked his tongue twice.

"And you two, aren't you tired?"

Yu Liang pointed at Xiao Wufeng, who was standing there like a wooden stake, and said with a look of disgust, "You're fighting over such a cold-blooded man? Senior Sister Bai, you've been throwing your eyes out, has that talented Xiao Wufeng even glanced at you?"

"Shut up!" Bai Lian'er was so angry and embarrassed that her fake smile almost crumbled.

"And there's Junior Sister Qian." Yu Liang turned to the other side again, "Stop with your stupid calculations. Do you think he'll give you a second glance if you help him save money? Wake up. This guy cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness. If you really want to get his attention, you might as well refine yourself into a spirit stone. Maybe he'll cherish you for a couple of years."

"Pfft—" Tuoba Ye, who had been expressionless the whole time, couldn't help but laugh and a snot bubble appeared on his nose.

Qian Duoduo was so angry that she trembled all over. She grabbed a handful of gold coins and wanted to throw them at him, but then she took them back with a pained look and could only glare at Yu Liang.

"As for the great scholar Xiao..."

Yu Liang looked at Xiao Wufeng, stuffed the last piece of cured meat into his mouth, and said indistinctly, "Some things can't be calculated. For example, people's hearts, for example... shamelessness."

Xiao Wufeng remained expressionless, merely tapping his fingers lightly on the sword case: "Is your behavior an attempt to seek cooperation?"

"That's right, we're all decent people."

Yu Liang wiped the grease from his mouth and grinned like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

He held up one finger and pointed to his seemingly ordinary eyes.

"Let's do business."

"I admit my cultivation level is low, but my eyes... can see things you can't. For example, the gaps in the rules, or where treasures are hidden."

lie.

But he knew that greed would turn a lie into the truth.

"You mean... the hilt of the sword?"

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, and the abacus beads clicked rapidly. "If we can find the sword tip, the profit from this deal will be more than double."

"It might be the hilt of a sword, or something even more valuable than the hilt."

Yu Liang lowered his voice mysteriously, "I'll lead the way, and you'll be responsible for clearing away any trouble along the way. If we find the treasure, I'll only take 10%. Of course, the condition is that you protect me and keep me alive."

The six people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although I wish I could tear him to pieces, if he really does have a knack for finding treasure...

"make a deal."

Xiao Wufeng nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "But that doesn't mean we're allies. Once you've lost your usefulness, or if you dare to play tricks, once you leave the Sword Tomb, I'll make you regret ever being born."

"Exquisite".

Yu Liang patted the dust off his bottom, stuffed the remaining cured meat into his mouth, and casually picked up Pigsy, who was still gnawing on the big white cat's tail.

The most bizarre team in the history of cultivation has been born.

A rogue, leading a pink pig with a black pot on its back, swaggered ahead.

Behind him were six fully armed, menacing figures who, despite their presence, had no choice but to act as his bodyguards.

The deeper you go, the more bizarre and fantastical the scenery becomes.

The suspended stone platforms began to rotate and collide erratically.

In Yu Liang's view, the so-called "sword energy" and "precious light" all disappeared.

Instead, there are countless lines that have been cut off, twisted, and struggling in pain.

That's not a sword.

That is the "reason" buried here.

What lies buried beneath the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is not weapons at all, but tens of thousands of lines of Dao principles that have been forcibly broken.

Yu Liang's gaze darkened, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

This place was dirtier than he had imagined.

He glanced back at the six people behind him, each with their own ulterior motives, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This isn't a treasure hunt, it's clearly a funeral procession.