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

A white light tore through the sky.

Space trembled, like the booming of a heavy hammer.

The white jade square of Taiqing Hall, which symbolizes supreme majesty, did not welcome the triumphant heroes; instead, it looked like a statue drenched in vomit.

"Bang! Splat!"

Several figures were violently ejected by the teleportation array.

The sacred place, which was originally filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, was instantly enveloped by a strange smell that could cause even a Nascent Soul cultivator's Dao heart to collapse.

It smelled of burnt cured meat, mixed with the sour, rotten smell of an overloaded machine.

The grand finale was a pungent, eye-watering odor that shot straight to the top of one's head—the lingering scent of a biological weapon, unique to Pigsy after his shock.

Dead silence.

From the seven peak masters on the high platform to the sweepers and janitors, thousands of eyes were fixed on the scene.

This is hardly the return of a prodigy.

This is practically a mudslide in the world of cultivation.

In the most conspicuous place, Xiao Wufeng looked like a dead snake with its bones removed, his face ashen and unconscious.

The snow-white Taoist robe that symbolized absolute order was now covered with suspicious black stains, looking just like a rag that had fallen into an inkwell.

On the left, "Pretentious King" Ye Aotian fell face-first into the dirt.

But the moment he sprang up, his waist twisted strangely, forcibly assuming a pose of kneeling on one knee with his sword pointing to the sky.

A few greasy strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and a few unidentified objects, whether tiger hair or pig hair, were stuck to the corners of his mouth. His eyes remained melancholy and stubborn.

On the right, Tuoba Ye was lying on the ground retching, while Lei Hu next to him rolled his eyes and exhaled black smoke—clearly he had inhaled a lethal dose of pig farts.

In the corner, Mo Yuan's empty eyes peered over the crowd, locking onto the center of the arena.

Yu Liang was standing there.

His clothes were tattered and he was covered in blood, looking like an unlucky ghost who had just crawled out of a mass grave.

Half a piece of rotten iron was stuck in his feet.

Dark red, chipped, and full of potholes.

Even the junk collectors wouldn't dare throw it on the roadside because it's too heavy.

On the high platform.

Gu Santong's hand, which was pouring wine, froze, and a sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

survived.

But this aura... is not right.

This kid's presence was flashing wildly, like an incompatible program patch that could be forcibly deleted by the world at any moment.

This must be covered up!

Before Gu Santong could figure out how to throw a tantrum, Yu Liang made his move.

Clang!

He raised his foot and kicked the rusty sword, which was capable of causing a bloodbath, with a look of disgust.

Immediately afterwards, his knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees with a "thud".

He pounded his fists on the white jade ground with all his might, letting out a shrill howl like snow falling in June.

"This is outrageous!!"

That shout was filled with the grievance of being toyed with by fate, and even more so with the shamelessness of a street ruffian trying to renege on a debt.

Thousands of monks leaned back tactically, their heads buzzing.

Yu Liang, with snot and tears streaming down his face, pointed at the rusty sword and cursed loudly:

"I just wanted to go in and collect some scrap metal to sell and pay off my debts! How did I end up with a piece of trash like you!"

"It's broken! It's rotten! And it's rusted! Even the hilt is crooked!"

"Everyone else wields radiant swords, so why is mine just a junkyard?!"

"If you take this thing to the blacksmith to be melted down, you'll have to pay for the charcoal yourself!"

After cursing, he grabbed the rusty sword and threw it to the ground like trash, then disgustedly wiped his hands on his clothes.

"I don't want it anymore! Whoever wants it can have it!"

"I'm so ashamed to even bring myself out! Heaven is so unfair, it's trying to kill me!"

The atmosphere in front of the Taiqing Hall was extremely strange.

The script is wrong!

Shouldn't someone who receives the inheritance laugh wildly and awe the entire audience?

Why is this thing like it stepped in dog poop and can't get rid of it?

"presumptuous!"

His roar was thunderous, silencing the cries.

The dark shadow tore through the air, and the suffocating pressure of the Nascent Soul descended with a deafening roar.

The head of the Enforcement Hall is Iron Ruthless.

The dark-faced, menacing figure swept his gaze over the stains on Yu Liang's body with extreme disgust, instinctively taking a half-step back to maintain an absolutely clean distance.

His gaze was like a knife, fixed on Yu Liang's brow.

"Yu Liang! What exactly happened inside the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords?"

The roar was so loud that it made the pink pig in Yu Liang's arms tremble.

"Why is Wufeng severely injured and unconscious, his Dao heart shattered, while you... are wielding this sword?"

This is an interrogation.

If there is even the slightest logical flaw in the answer, Tie Wuqing will definitely conduct a soul search on the spot.

Yu Liang shrank back, looking cowardly.

He casually pulled the pink pig, which was about to burp, into his arms and covered its mouth tightly.

"belch--"

A muffled thud.

呲la.

A neat, smooth cut appeared silently on the indestructible white jade floor.

Yu Liang remained expressionless and, taking advantage of the action, pinched the pig's thigh hard.

Piglet was in so much pain that his eyes were filled with tears, but he forced back his screams.

The beady-eyed creature protested: "That's sword energy I just digested! Holding it back will make my chest explode!"

"Reporting to Elder Tie."

Yu Liang sniffed, wiped the soot off his face with his sleeve, revealing a pair of clear but foolish eyes.

He pointed shakily at the unconscious Xiao Wufeng.

"I'm innocent! This isn't my fault at all! It's Senior Brother Xiao... his old habit has kicked in."

"fall ill?"

Tie Wuqing's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his murderous intent fully revealed.

"Wu Feng is in good health, how could he have a serious illness? To dare to speak such nonsense is an even greater crime!"

"Really! It's a psychological problem! Obsessive-compulsive disorder! It's a germaphobia!"

Yu Liang stared wide-eyed, speaking with absolute certainty, as if recounting a medical miracle.

"Elder, you know Senior Brother Xiao. He can't tolerate even a speck of dust on his clothes. He'll be upset for half a day if there's even a speck of dirt on his clothes."

Yu Liang gestured vividly, completely entering a state of "cause and effect deception".

"Everyone saw this broken sword come out; it's rusted like this, it's practically garbage among swords."

"I didn't even want it in the first place, but this broken sword just had to stick to me."

"At that moment, Senior Brother Xiao arrived."

Yu Liang took a deep breath and suddenly straightened his back.

His imitation of Xiao Wufeng's aloof demeanor, though comical, captured the essence of the character.

"What kind of person is Senior Brother Xiao? The embodiment of perfectionism! He couldn't stand it when he saw how dirty this sword was! It was an insult to his character!"

He said, "How can such filthy things be worthy of existing in this world! They are a disgrace to civilization!"

"And then... he charged at us!"

The entire audience gaped, their chins nearly hitting their feet.

They rushed up...for what reason?

"He's going to remove the rust from this sword!"

Yu Liang shouted out the answer.

ha?

Even Mo Yuan, who had facial paralysis, almost dropped the vernier caliper in her hand.

"but!"

Yu Liang's tone turned somber, his face full of regret.

"This rust is so stubborn! It's been there for ages!"

"Senior Brother Xiao used every trick in the book—sword energy, spiritual power, even his life essence—but the rust just wouldn't come off!"

"How can Senior Brother Xiao tolerate such a defeat?"

"So the more he rubbed, the angrier he got, and the angrier he got, the more he rubbed, and he got into a battle with the rust."

"He couldn't catch his last breath, and in his extreme anger, his Dao heart collapsed because he couldn't clean a piece of rust... and he fainted from anger."

"I tried to persuade him to just make do with it because it's a bit dirty, but he wouldn't listen! He insisted, 'I won't be a human being until I get rid of this rust!'"

At this point, Yu Liang thoughtfully pulled out a rag from his pocket that was covered in oil stains and pig saliva.

He tremblingly handed it to Tie Wuqing, who had severe mysophobia, with a fawning expression.

"Elder, look how exhausted Senior Brother Xiao is, and his sword is still so dirty."

"How about... you wipe it clean too? If you don't wipe it clean, Senior Brother Xiao will faint from anger when he wakes up."

Tie Wuqing stared at the dirty rag stretched under his nose.

His dark face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

This is nothing short of a blatant mockery of the authority of the Enforcement Hall!

But when he looked into Yu Liang's sincere eyes, and then at the broken sword on the ground that was indeed rusted beyond recognition, he realized what was happening.

For a moment, I couldn't find a logical point of rebuttal.

Because Xiao Wufeng... does indeed have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is known to everyone in the clan.