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

"Thirty-five thousand spirit stones."

The sound was very soft.

Like a blunt knife, it precisely sliced ​​through Qian Duoduo's consciousness, which was bound by the "path of money."

At this moment, Qian Duoduo lay on the floor tiles like a mad dog guarding its food.

His ten fingers dug so hard into the cracks in the stone that his nails broke and bled profusely.

Her pupils were unfocused, reflecting an illusory sea of ​​gold and silver.

Drooling from the corners of his mouth, he let out a beast-like roar.

She wanted to dismantle her three souls and seven spirits and sell them by weight.

"Adding the interest of these three breaths, it's thirty-five thousand and fifty."

Crackle, crackle.

The crisp sound of the abacus beads clicking was as jarring as a death knell in the howling square.

Yu Liang squatted down beside her face.

Sparks flew as he worked on his abacus, his tone as cold as a heartless devil.

"If you don't wake up soon, I'll stew your lucky cat to pay off my debt."

"Braised in soy sauce".

"don't want--!"

Qian Duoduo felt a jolt.

The greed in his eyes crumbled instantly, replaced by a more primal fear.

That's a physiological resistance to bankruptcy.

She abruptly broke free from the illusion, gasping for breath, her back instantly soaked with sweat.

"woke up?"

Snapped.

A crumpled IOU was slapped on her forehead.

"Sign and put your fingerprint on."

Yu Liang pointed to the bright red number.

"Don't play dead, I know you still have some hidden money in the lining of your undergarment."

Qian Duoduo pressed her bloody handprint with trembling hands.

Looking at the shocking figures on the IOU, she felt a strange sense of relief.

Rather than selling one's soul to the unspeakable Great Way.

I owe Yu Liang, that bastard... at least he's still a human being.

Although he's a terrible person.

……

On the other side of the square, the style is even wilder.

"Hey, Pig Lord, get to work!"

"That's the law of tyranny, thick-skinned and tough, just ram it into your kidneys!"

The pink afterimage, carrying with it a burst of lightning, slammed into Tuoba Ye's lower back.

The chief of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak was gnawing on a black stone pillar, his mouth full of blood.

The impact caused him to yell and spit out half a stone from his mouth, sending him flying several meters away.

"there!"

"Bai Lian'er is going to be disfigured! Quick, bring out the biological weapons!"

puff--

A visible yellow-green gas precisely covered Bai Lian'er's exquisite face.

Bai Lian'er, who was about to carve a pattern on her face with a dagger, froze.

next second.

She threw away the dagger, lay on the ground, and began to gag violently, almost vomiting bile.

Yu Liang weaved through the chaotic crowd.

Their movements were fluid and skillful, almost painful to watch.

Saving lives, handing over IOUs, grabbing fingers, getting blood on one's hands, pressing fingerprints.

All in one go.

Inside the Taiqing Hall.

The Barbarian Bone Peak Master laughed so hard he slapped his thigh:

"Good lad! This isn't saving a person, it's clearly marking a pig! We'll fatten it up before slaughtering it, how sophisticated!"

Within the water mirror.

The eight stone pillars emitted an eerie light, resembling eight greedy, gaping maws.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and madness.

Only that figure, reeking of lard, was holding a stack of IOUs, calculating his business strategies in this hellish scene.

The ultimate market mentality collides with the sacred and cruel laws.

It's so absurd it's laughable.

And so cold-blooded it chills you to the bone.

……

in the corner.

Xiao Wufeng was covered in blood.

Countless tiny, blood-red sword energies slithered under his skin, like greedy red worms, gnawing at his flesh and replacing his bones.

His face showed no pain, only a chilling indifference.

Right hand hanging down.

Fingertips traced barely perceptible lines on the ground.

Blood seeped from his fingertips into the cracks in the stone, silently gathering into a miniature array.

The snakehead was facing Yu Liang, who was still busy collecting debts.

Xiao Wufeng's gaze swept past the crowd and landed greedily on the rusty sword that no one had paid any attention to in the center of the square.

Slaughter is merely a means to an end.

This rusty sword, representing the essence of "Kendo," is where the ambition lies.

But he knew very well that the sword was too arrogant.

So proud that he would never accept any impure sword spirit.

Therefore, he needs a container.

A container devoid of any laws or affinity, empty and hollow, yet as resilient as a cockroach.

To bear the "waste gas" and backlash that would inevitably be generated when the sword was drawn.

Yu Liang is the perfect dumping ground.

……

"That's about it."

Yu Liang carefully put away the last IOU and wiped his sweat.

Apart from Xiao Wufeng, who was a pervert, the other "major clients" were basically physically awakened.

Although everyone looked at him with murderous intent, at least his life was saved.

This was a good deal.

"Next..."

Yu Liang rubbed his hands together and turned his gaze to the only remaining stone pillar in the field.

That rusty, broken sword.

The other seven pillars had already rejected him, leaving only this one standing there all alone, like an abandoned old man.

Hey, bro.

Yu Liang approached with a broad smile.

"Judging from your extraordinary physique, you must be a sword with a story to tell."

"Why don't you come with me? I may not have much else, but I have a lot of friends. I can find you some good husbands in the future..."

He muttered to himself as he reached out, trying to touch the hilt of the sword.

however.

Just as my fingertip was about to touch the edge of the beam of light.

hum-

The once lifeless beam of light seemed to have encountered something dirty, and suddenly recoiled.

Yu Liang was stunned for a moment.

Undeterred, he took another step forward: "Don't be shy, we're all just trying to make a living..."

The beam of light shrinks again.

This time they shrank back even more completely, retreating three feet!

Even within the vortex of spiritual energy above Yu Liang's head, a large, remarkably vivid character twisted and formed—

roll.

Inside the Taiqing Hall.

The oppressive atmosphere instantly collapsed, erupting into a burst of laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Liu Ruyan laughed so hard her body trembled, pointing at the water mirror:

"A body forsaken by heaven! This is absolutely a body forsaken by heaven! Even a piece of scrap metal would despise him!"

Qin Mian's lips curled into a cold smile:

"The Dao is not easily passed on, much less to those without a heart. This boy reeks of money; the laws of nature would avoid him like the plague. Junior Brother Gu, is this the prize you've been betting on?"

Gu Santong remained silent.

He took a swig of wine, but his eyes were fixed on the rusty sword.

on the square.

"Hmph."

The pig in her arms finally couldn't take it anymore.

That's so embarrassing.

The pink-skinned pig suddenly broke free from the embrace, jumped to the ground, and strode towards the "Dan Dao" stone pillar next to it with an air of indifference.

It was very simple in its thinking:

Since this broken sword doesn't recognize its value, let's go eat something else.

As a result, they only got within three feet of the pillar of light of the Daoist alchemy.

boom!

A gentle yet irresistible repulsive force was ejected.

Pig Grandpa was bounced around like a ball, tracing a perfect parabola in the air.

*Splat*

It fell at Yu Liang's feet.

One person, one pig.

Sitting in the center of the square.

The surrounding area was a storm of seven-colored laws, but the area above them was deathly silent.

The only insulator in the entire venue.

"Exquisite".

Yu Liang's smile froze.

He slowly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, pointed at the rusty sword, and cursed loudly:

"Keep picking! Keep picking!"

"You deserve to have been gathering dust here for tens of thousands of years!"

"I came to your rescue out of kindness, and you're ungrateful, aren't you?"

"Believe it or not, I'll dismantle you all and sell you for scrap metal? For three copper coins a pound!"

The shouts echoed in the empty square, sounding particularly jarring.

Just then.

The rusty sword, which had been lifeless and subjected to Yu Liang's insults, suddenly trembled.

It is not a joyous celebration upon encountering an enlightened ruler.

Rather, it was a kind of... anger, like being woken up by a scolding?

Or perhaps, it is some kind of restlessness that has been suppressed for countless years.

Click.

A piece of rust the size of a fingernail peeled off the blade, revealing a chilling glint.

at the same time.

Xiao Wufeng, who was in the corner, suddenly looked up.

Two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face, but he didn't bother to wipe them away.

Those once indifferent eyes were now filled with a frenzied greed.

"Now."

Xiao Wufeng's mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained red with blood.

His fingers dug sharply into the patterns on the ground.

hum!

Blood Array activated.

"Junior Brother Yu."

As the last pillar of light dissipated, the auras of the prodigies underwent a dramatic transformation.

Xiao Wufeng slowly stood up.

The Blood Sword of Slaughter automatically hung at his waist, but he didn't even glance at it, only staring intently at Yu Liang.

Approaching step by step.

With each step, the array patterns beneath his feet lit up a little more, and the killing intent intensified by a factor of two.

"So you're the one... abandoned by the Great Dao."

Xiao Wufeng smiled gently.

It's like watching a lamb to the slaughter, or a handy tool.

"Since the Dao has chosen you, why don't you, senior brother, bestow upon you a great fortune?"

boom!

The "Scar of Divine Retribution" on Yu Liang's chest suddenly became as hot as a branding iron.

He could feel the remnants of the laws that had been absorbed by everyone else rushing wildly toward his wound.

It's not absorption.

It is to devour.

It's also a sign that it's about to burst.

Yu Liang narrowed his eyes, looking at Xiao Wufeng who was approaching step by step, and then at Pig Grandpa who was still cursing at his feet.

You want to use me as a dumping ground?

Are you going to turn me into a sword sheath?

"good fortune?"

Yu Liang grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a frantically pounding calculation.

"Senior brother, you're too kind."

He slowly raised his hand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and made a gesture that is universally understood.

"But before we bestow this fortune, could you please pay for the tickets we just bought for the show...?"

"Shall we settle this?"