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

The word "absurd!" stuck in Tie Wuqing's throat, unable to be swallowed or uttered.

The Taiqing Hall was deathly silent.

On the high platform, the peak masters, who usually fought and clashed over profits, now stood like clay sculptures.

Sect Leader Xuanweizi held a teacup and blew on the empty cup.

Qin Mian lowered his head and frantically picked at the dirt under his fingernails.

Dugu Ao craned his neck to count the clouds, finding it all very enjoyable.

These are a group of cunning old foxes who have cultivated themselves into masters.

Iron-heartedness suddenly cooled, turning into resentment.

Xiao Wufeng set up an array to sacrifice his fellow disciples. If this veil of secrecy is torn away, what face will the Qingxuan Sect have left?

Although the cloth Yu Liang handed over smelled bad, the sect members had to smile and cover their faces with it.

But he couldn't admit it.

"One side of the story."

The sound was dry, with a cold, hard quality, like the friction of metal.

He couldn't just accept it like that; the authority of the Enforcement Hall could not be trampled upon.

"Ink Kite".

Tie Wuqing called out a name, his gaze fixed on the girl riding the giant mechanical wolf. "You are from Shenji Peak, you cultivate precise numerology, and you never speak falsehoods. Tell me, is what he said true?"

Thousands of eyes focused on it instantly.

Mo Yuan tilted her head.

Those large, somewhat hollow eyes didn't look at Tie Wuqing; instead, they pierced through the crowd and were fixed on Yu Liang.

In my mind, the core of logic was working at high speed, like gears meshing.

If they don't go along with Yu Liang's story, the fact that Xiao Wufeng is trying to turn everyone into fuel will be exposed.

Then, Yu Liang, who "fought against all the heroes alone" in the Sword Tomb, would become a hero of the sect.

Heroes are meant to be revered and shrouded in glory.

How can you make it into a specimen? How can you make it into a private doll that only smiles at you and never runs away?

Only by muddying the waters and turning him into a liar and scoundrel can one have the opportunity to privatize him.

This is a perfect storytelling logic.

Mo Yuan nodded expressionlessly, her voice flat and without any inflection: "Senior Brother Xiao indeed... could not tolerate its imperfections. He wanted to correct that erroneous parameter, which resulted in a complete mental breakdown."

Iron Heartless's eyelids twitched wildly.

Even a blockhead like Mo Yuan, who can only do math, has learned to lie through his teeth?

Before he could even recover...

"well--"

A long, affected sigh, brimming with the vicissitudes of life, rang out.

Ye Aotian made a move.

With remarkable tenacity, he used his oil-stained fingers to flick back a non-existent tuft of hair that didn't actually exist.

Even though he reeked of pig urine, it couldn't hide his melancholic and arrogant aura.

"Senior Brother Xiao, you've taken the wrong path."

Ye Aotian looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his tone desolate: "As a sword cultivator, if I can't even tolerate a bit of rust, how can I contain all things in this world? At that moment, what I saw was not a demonic possession, but the collapse of a perfectionist's faith."

Ye Aotian knew exactly what was going on.

That bastard Xiao Wufeng wants to use me as firewood; we'll settle this score later.

What's important now is the IOUs in Yu Liang's arms and the dirty secrets he holds.

If this kid gets exposed now and reveals the truth about "wearing height-increasing insoles" before he dies, will I, the chief of Hidden Sword Peak, still be able to live in the cultivation world?

Just then, a sudden burst of sobbing erupted.

Bai Lian'er knelt beside the unconscious Xiao Wufeng, ignoring the filth and blood on his body, and carefully wiped the black blood from the corner of Xiao Wufeng's mouth with her priceless brocade handkerchief.

She raised her head, and her tear-streaked face was enough to break any man's heart.

Although she had almost been sacrificed by Xiao Wufeng just now, looking at that pale yet still handsome face, her romantic filter automatically activated, beautifying all the harm as "the arrogance of a genius".

"Uncle Tie, you don't understand..."

Bai Lian'er choked back tears, her eyes filled with longing, "Senior Brother Xiao... he was so pure! In that moment, he saw no us, no living beings, only that tiny flaw!"

She turned and glared fiercely at Yu Liang, then her expression softened as she turned to Tie Wuqing: "He's not crazy. He was willing to burn his lifeblood to clean that broken sword in pursuit of the ultimate, immaculate sword heart! This kind of integrity—preferring to shatter like jade rather than survive like a broken tile… Waaah… It's so touching! Even if he was a little impulsive just now, it was because he loves cleanliness so much!"

The disciples watching twitched at the corners of their mouths as they listened.

Is God just too obsessed with cleanliness?

Before everyone could fully process this profound understanding, the crisp sound of abacus beads clicking and clattering followed.

Riding on the back of the big white cat, Qian Duoduo looked painfully at the empty pill bottle she had just fed to Xiao Wufeng, and shouted loudly with red eyes, "That's right! This isn't madness, it's cutting losses! It's asset restructuring!"

Although she was heartbroken about the 30,000 spirit stones spent on pills, looking at Xiao Wufeng's face, her mind was racing with calculations: Although Senior Brother Xiao had suffered a setback this time, he was still the top student of Tianjian Peak, and his potential was still there. If she kicked him while he was down, all her previous investments would be wasted; but if she helped him smooth things over, it would be a timely act of kindness, and getting her money back with interest later wouldn't be a dream!

Qian Duoduo pointed at the rusty sword on the ground, her face full of indignation: "That sword is so rusty, it's practically a non-performing asset! Senior Brother Xiao was trying to polish and wax it using 'technical means' to increase its valuation! Although... although he took a bit too big a step and broke the financial chain, his business acumen was correct! He was trying to recover the sect's losses!"

After saying that, she secretly glanced at the unconscious Xiao Wufeng and muttered softly, "I've thrown so many shots, you absolutely can't be crippled..."

"roar--!"

Lei Hu also let out a howl.

Tuoba Ye wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "I can testify too! Xiao Wufeng is just being pretentious! We can all tolerate pig urine... cough, we can all tolerate harsh conditions, but he can't! He insisted on washing his sword! He deserves to faint from anger!"

The wind direction suddenly changed in front of the Taiqing Hall.

These prodigies, who usually couldn't stand each other, were now showing an astonishing level of teamwork.

They drastically transformed the tragedy of "fratricide" into "the tragic self-destruction of a germaphobe."

This is the "truth".

Tie Wuqing stood there, clutching the jade slip of law in his hand, unsure whether to crush it or take it back, so awkward that it made one want to dig their toes into the ground.

Just then.

"Whether it's rust-free or not, you'll know once you try it."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick, piercing everyone's eardrums.

The crowd parted like a tide.

Tianjizi came out.

He walked very slowly, each step seemingly coinciding with the heartbeats of everyone present.

He is refined and easygoing, but deep in his eyes lies an abyss that can freeze the soul.

As the strategist who monitored the entire game, he knew better than anyone how Xiao Wufeng lost.

It wasn't a matter of cultivation level or strategy that led to defeat. Rather, it was a completely illogical "logic flaw."

The backlash from the failed deduction was still causing him a dull ache in his internal organs.

No such person found? Absolutely untouched by any law?

Tianjizi didn't believe in this superstition.

He didn't even glance at his unconscious disciple, whose eyes, seemingly able to see through fate, were fixed on the rusty sword on the ground and Yu Liang, who was about to secretly stuff the pig into his arms.

Since we cannot convict you within the "rules," then we will use "power" to crush your lies.

Once it is proven that this sword is an unparalleled divine weapon, Yu Liang's so-called "scrap iron theory" will fall apart on its own.

They deceived their elders and mocked their sect.

These two charges are enough to make him regret it.

"Yu Liang."

Tianjizi stood three steps away, looking down from a high vantage point.

"Since everyone agrees that Wufeng was born from a demonic possession, then to give an explanation to the entire sect, and to verify the 'testimony' of my fellow disciples..."

He slowly raised his right hand.

A point of starlight suddenly lit up on my fingertip.

That was no ordinary spiritual light; it was the law of destruction compressed to its extreme, as if stars were collapsing and annihilating within it.

The surrounding space began to distort, creaking under the strain.

"Why don't I examine it myself?"

"Just what is the quality of this piece of scrap metal that made Wufeng's 'germaphobia' flare up?"

His murderous intent was fully revealed!

At this moment, all the peak masters sat up straight, and even Xuanweizi stopped holding his teacup to his lips.

This is both an open strategy and a deadly trap.

If you don't accept the order, it means you're guilty, and you'll be arrested by the Enforcement Hall immediately.

If we take this... this is a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage!

Let alone a broken sword, it can flatten an entire mountain in an instant!

Yu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

Old silver coins! This is practically table-flipping!

This rusty sword has just recognized its master; besides adding to my debts, what kind of defensive power does it have?

Yu Liang took a deep breath.

When he looked up again, the expression on his face was even more grief-stricken. It was a kind of despair, like "my father has died and I've lost all my money."

"Check! We absolutely must check!"

With a righteous and awe-inspiring gesture, Yu Liang kicked the rusty sword, sending it flying to Tianjizi's feet.

He even went so far as to fawn over her by rubbing her lard-covered sleeves hard on the sword hilt twice.

Although the more you rub it, the darker it gets.

"Peak Master, please verify as much as you like! Verify as much as you want!"

Yu Liang's voice trembled, and he roared with a sob in his voice, "If you can take this piece of junk away, I'll kowtow to you three times! No, thirty times! Let whoever wants this good fortune take it! I really don't want it!"

Tianjizi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Is this kid really stupid, or is he pretending to be crazy?

But he did not hesitate.

"it is good."

He uttered a single word.

The terrifying starlight at his fingertips suddenly surged, transforming into a sword aura powerful enough to tear the sky apart, heading straight for the rusty sword on the ground.

This is not a test. This is execution.

If it's a divine sword, it will surely protect its master on its own. If it's just scrap metal... then let's shatter here together, sword and all!

boom--!

Starlight fell.