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

Starlight fell.

That wasn't ordinary light.

That was the ultimate compression of the laws by a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, a decree of destruction powerful enough to erase a mountain at the atomic level.

The air in front of the Taiqing Hall was compressed by this finger, emitting a mournful sound that made one's teeth ache.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the rusty sword and the arrogant Yu Liang to turn into dust together.

Yu Liang made a move.

He didn't draw his sword, didn't make any hand seals, and didn't even show the slightest sign of resistance.

He made an extremely lewd gesture in full view of everyone.

He yanked the pink pig, which was stiff with fear, out of his arms and pressed its two hooves firmly against the hilt of the rusty sword, while roaring wildly in his mind.

Causal deception, activated!

Logic rewrite!

This was not a devastating blow at all!

This was a "powerful purification technique" that my senior uncle Tianjizi kindly used when he saw that the sword was too dirty!

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for bestowing upon me the method to cleanse my sword!"

Yu Liang's shout was heart-wrenching, sounding both like gratitude and the ravings of a dying man.

next moment.

The force of the finger struck the rusty sword with a resounding crash.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There is no dazzling opposition.

The dazzling starlight, capable of piercing the void, witnessed a scene that shattered the worldviews of all cultivators the moment it touched the rust.

It's like a drop of clear water falling into boiling, aged gutter oil.

laugh--!

The noble, pure starlight, imbued with the profound truths of the universe, instantly turned murky and yellowish.

An indescribable stench suddenly erupted.

It was a mixture of rust, mold, sewer smells, and the stench of rotting logic.

The starlight is "rotting".

It seemed to have been forcibly assimilated by some more rogue and inferior law, quickly losing its luster and turning into a wisp of gray-black soot, weakly entwining itself around the sword. Finally, with a "poof," it dissipated like a dud fart.

The entire room fell silent.

Thousands of cultivators gaped, and the sound of dislocated jaws echoed throughout the room.

What... what kind of defensive technique is this?

Or is it some ancient secret technique?

Tianjizi, who was at the center of the storm, originally stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, exuding the air of a grandmaster.

At that moment, he suddenly groaned and staggered.

That refined and easygoing face instantly turned deathly pale, followed by an unnatural flush.

vomit.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and Tianjizi clenched his lips tightly to prevent himself from vomiting on the spot.

His consciousness was attached to that attack.

Just a moment ago, he felt as if his soul had jumped naked into a cesspool that had been filled for thousands of years, and someone had forced him to drink a mouthful of septic tank water.

That slippery, disgusting backlash, filled with the aura of "poverty" and "rogue," directly polluted his Dao heart through his divine consciousness.

Dirty.

It's so dirty!

This is no sword! This is clearly the excrement of the Heavenly Dao!

Before Tianjizi could catch his breath, a scream more agonizing than a pig being slaughtered shattered the silence.

"Master Tianji!"

Yu Liang scrambled to his feet from the ground.

He held the rusty sword in his hand, his face filled with grief and tears welling up in his eyes.

"What kind of secret technique is this? What happened to the promised inspection? What happened to the promised rust removal?"

Yu Liang pointed with trembling fingers to a spot on the sword that had become even darker from absorbing starlight and was even oozing some unknown viscous liquid.

"Look! Look at this!"

"The more I rub it, the darker it gets! It used to be something I could sell for a couple of coins as scrap metal, but now, with this weird smell, even scrap collectors will avoid it!"

"You owe me! This is my life, my fortune!"

Yu Liang cried with such genuine emotion, as if that finger strike hadn't been meant to kill him, but rather to destroy his livelihood.

Tianjizi was so angry that he trembled all over.

He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, a brilliant strategist in the cultivation world, was actually swindled in public by a mere Qi Refining stage ant wielding a broken sword.

humiliation.

This is a blatant insult!

"I think you're asking for it!"

Overwhelmed by shame and anger, a hint of violence flashed in Tianjizi's eyes.

Since mental attacks will be met with disgusting retaliation, let's use pure physical destruction!

He raised his hand, lightning surging in his palm, and a terrifying pressure gathered once more.

This time, he's going to smash that fly, along with that disgusting sword, to pieces!

call--!

A gust of wind howled in.

Accompanied by a strong smell of cheap liquor, a huge blue gourd of wine came crashing down like a shooting star.

Boom!

The wine gourd slammed heavily in front of Yu Liang, creating a large crater in the ground and also abruptly cutting off Tianjizi's view.

A disheveled figure landed crookedly on the gourd.

Ancient Three Passes.

The old man had one boot on and the other barefoot, and he was carrying half a roast chicken in his hand.

He stomped his bare foot directly on the hilt of the rusty sword, then pointed his oil-stained finger at Tianjizi's nose and cursed loudly.

"Old man Zhuge! Have you no shame?"

"Under the guise of inspecting goods, you tried to destroy my apprentice's magic weapon? One flick of your finger and my apprentice was enough to scare him half to death! Can you afford to compensate for that emotional distress?!"

Tianjizi was so angry that he laughed, pointing at the rusty sword that was still emitting a foul stench.

"A magic weapon? You madman, open your dog eyes and take a look!"

"This is clearly a piece of stubborn iron! It withstood my attack without shattering; it must be possessed by an evil spirit! This object is ominous; keeping it will surely bring great trouble!"

"What's wrong with Wan Tie?!"

Gu Santong stiffened his neck and spat all over Tianjizi's face.

"Can't stubborn iron have dignity? It's hard because it's poor! It doesn't want to break! That's called 'poverty-driven arrogance'! You, a pale-faced old man born with a silver spoon in your mouth, what do you know!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Poor and arrogant?

Is this also the Way?

Hiding behind Gu Santong, Yu Liang secretly activated [Causal Deception] again.

He mentally labeled the rusty sword with a temporary definition: "This is a huge debt."

Instantly, the old aura emanating from the rusted sword became even stronger, even carrying a hint of desolation.

Tianjizi wanted to refute, but when his gaze fell on the sword again, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In a daze.

What he saw was no longer a sword.

Instead, countless ragged phantoms of ancient gods and demons, holding IOUs, roared at him madly: "Pay back the money! Pay back the money! Pay back the money!"

The oppressive feeling of being besieged at his door by creditors from all over the world actually caused a crack to appear in his Dao heart.

"This is bizarre...it's really bizarre."

Ouyang Ye, the peak master of Shenji Peak, could no longer contain his curiosity.

As a tech geek, he was filled with curiosity about this material that could withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Let me take a look.

Ouyang Ye took out a gleaming golden "Spirit Probing Needle," a top-grade spiritual artifact capable of analyzing the value of all things under heaven.

He carefully brought the spirit-detecting needle close to the rusty sword.

Ding.

A soft, crisp sound.

The moment the spirit-detecting needle touched the rust, the originally golden-glowing artifact became dull and rough at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was covered with a thick layer of verdigris.

Click.

The spirit-detecting needle broke in two, fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Ouyang Ye's hand froze in mid-air, his heart trembling with heartache, and his face turned green.

"This...this is the 'Law of Decay'! Or some kind of extremely high-level 'Curse of Poverty'!"

Ouyang Ye recoiled as if he had been electrocuted, taking three steps back in terror.

"This sword is cursed with poverty! Anyone who touches it will suffer financial ruin! My top-grade spiritual weapon! Just one touch and all its spiritual power is gone!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding elders all stepped back in unison.

Some people were initially envious of Yu Liang obtaining the treasure, but their expressions changed instantly.

That's the look you give someone who's looking at a plague god.

Even Dugu Ao, the peak master of Cangjian Peak who always loved swords more than life itself, covered his nose with a look of disgust.

"Get away from me! It's ugly! This thing will taint my sword spirit! It's beneath me!"

Upon seeing this, Yu Liang was secretly overjoyed, but his face wore an expression of utter injustice, more so than that of Dou E.

"I already told you! This is just junk!"

"It not only feeds on spiritual energy, but it also eats metal! Just now in the Sword Tomb, it almost chewed up Senior Brother Ye's sword! I really don't want it!"

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

What was supposed to be a serious sect trial has turned into a massive display of disdain.

Sect Leader Xuanweizi sat on the high platform, his hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.

He took a deep look at Yu Liang, who was standing behind the wine gourd with a roguish look on his face, and then looked at the rusty sword that everyone avoided.

The facts speak for themselves.

The fact that the sword didn't break indicates that its material is indeed special.

But it didn't reveal any amazing spiritual power; instead, it exuded a disgustingly poor and shabby aura.

In order to maintain the sect's dignity and to end this farce as soon as possible, Xuanweizi stood up with a flick of his sleeve.

That's enough.

When the sect leader spoke, the entire room fell silent.

"Although this sword is made of a special material, it has no spiritual energy whatsoever, and is indeed... an anomaly."

Xuanweizi paused, seemingly considering his words, and finally waved his hand helplessly.

"Since it's an opportunity, it's yours. But the sect will not be responsible for the future repair costs of this sword, or for any damage it causes to other magical artifacts."

A hammer is fixed.

Official stamp: This is trash, it's yours.

Yu Liang was overjoyed, but on the surface he had to pretend to be grieving and slumped on the ground.

"This disciple...is truly unfortunate!"

He held the rusty sword as if it were a pile of tattered debts he couldn't shake off.

But in the instant he lowered his head, a subtle, unnoticed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Logical nuclear bomb, legally possessed.

Moreover, it's certified by the entire sect—no one will try to steal a poor god from him.

This is a sure thing.