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

The Dandingfeng waste disposal site was busier than a mass grave at this moment.

Peak Master Qin Mian stood with his hands behind his back on the ruins, his face twitching as frequently as someone with Parkinson's disease.

As the number one miser of the Qingxuan Sect, his heart was bleeding.

Last night's inexplicable "germaphobic catastrophe" not only destroyed his nearly completed Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, but also blasted out all the toxic waste accumulated on Dan Ding Peak over the past hundred years.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of highly toxic drug residue were piled up like a grave.

"Thirty thousand spirit stones..." Qin Mian clutched his chest, his breath coming in gasps. "Thirty thousand for cleaning fees? These array masters might as well just rob us!"

"Peak Master!"

A disciple stumbled and crawled over, his face ashen, clutching his mouth and nose tightly: "They're here! Those lunatics from Purple Bamboo Peak are attacking!"

Qin Mian's eyebrows shot up: "Yu Liang? That scoundrel dares to take advantage of the chaos and steal the spiritual medicine?"

"No...it's not a elixir." The disciple's expression twisted, as if he had swallowed a dead fly. "They're here to steal...garbage."

The crunching sound of the wheelchair crushing gravel could be heard.

Qin Mian looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Twenty-three shiny bald heads reflected a blinding gleam under the blazing sun.

These aren't cultivators; they're clearly a group of Asuras who just crawled back from the realm of hungry ghosts.

Yu Liang sat in his wheelchair, waving a crumpled price list in his hand, smiling like a quack doctor selling fake medicine.

"Uncle Qin, I heard you're having trouble with this pile of garbage?"

Yu Liang shook the price list, making a rustling sound. "Thirty thousand spirit stones? Tsk, that's outrageous. Nephew, I can't bear to see you lose money."

He pointed to the group of bald, burly men behind him: "I am Yu Liang from Zizhu Peak. I'll help you move it for free. Not only for free, I'll even pay you to clean this land spotless."

Qin Mian looked at Yu Liang suspiciously.

This guy is so good that even a passing dog would have two hairs plucked off by him. Did the sun rise in the west today?

"Free?" Qin Mian sneered. "No one gets up early without a reason, Yu Liang, what are you after?"

"It's a win-win situation." Yu Liang said sincerely, pointing to the pile of foul-smelling dregs. "My junior brothers are tough and need this kind of top-grade poison to train their bodies. You save 30,000, and I gain a favor."

Qin Mian suddenly grabbed a handful of medicine dregs.

A sweep of divine sense revealed only deadly poison, impurities, and a complete lack of spiritual energy.

They are truly utterly useless.

Looking at the group of bald men, the leader, Wang Yi, was staring at the dregs of medicine, drooling, his eyes burning with the same fervor as if he were looking at an unparalleled beauty.

crazy.

The feng shui of Zizhu Peak is indeed incapable of nurturing normal people.

"It can be moved."

Qin Mian's eyes darted around; his miserly instincts told him he didn't want Yu Liang to be too comfortable. "But the storage bag can't hold this kind of corrosive poison, it'll spoil. Since it's for body training, you have to use your physical body to withstand it! A little spillage, and you'll be fined a hundred!"

He's making things difficult for me.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of highly toxic substances, all along mountain roads; this group of people will be poisoned to death halfway there.

Yu Liang smiled.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

"Men," Yu Liang snapped his fingers, his voice low and seductive, "Uncle Qin is testing our Dao hearts."

"This isn't poison! This is 'freedom,' which even the heavens despise! It's nourishment for us to become stronger!"

"Take off your clothes! Remove your armor! Carry it with your bare hands!"

wow-

Twenty-three burlap sacks landed on the ground.

With bloodshot eyes, Wang Yi was the first to rush forward, hoisting the 200-pound bag of poison residue onto his scarred back.

zizi——

The venom seeped out of the sack and dripped onto the skin.

White smoke billowed up, and the stench of charred flesh instantly filled the air.

Does it hurt?

Pain into the bone marrow.

Wang Yi trembled all over, his teeth clenched so tightly that they clicked, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't let go; instead, he stared intently at Yu Liang.

Because he saw Yu Liang's eyes.

Those greyish-white eyes reflected a distorted world.

In Yu Liang's view, the thick black thread connecting Wang Yi's head to the depths of the sky was trembling violently.

That's the "breeding farm's" number, and it's the collar of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, the venom corroded the flesh, and the excruciating pain stimulated the nerves. That "rejection reaction" from the bottom of the world was frantically interfering with the signals of the Heavenly Dao.

collapse.

A crisp sound that only Yu Liang could hear.

One of the dense black lines on Wang Yi's head broke off.

Although there are still millions of wires connected, this broken wire is like a crack that has broken open in the high walls of a prison.

The wind blew in.

"Walk!"

Wang Yi roared and took the first step.

Blood mixed with black venom left a shocking black footprint on the pristine white jade steps of Dan Ding Peak.

"For the Great Way! For the Bald Gang! For becoming dirty!"

The bald men roared in unison, hoisted the poisonous residue onto their shoulders, and charged down the mountain like a pack of heavily laden wild beasts.

The alchemists on both sides of the road were stunned.

They wore spotless Taoist robes, held exquisite jade bottles in their hands, and watched this group of madmen walking through the deadly poison.

A strange sense of shame and shock severely impacted their Dao hearts.

Are we... being too delicate?

Cultivating immortality is inherently defying the will of Heaven.

This posture of struggling to survive in a deadly poison is damnably... passionate?

Qin Mian stood on high ground, looking at the winding blood-stained path, and touched the spirit stones he had saved in his pocket.

I made 30,000, but why do I feel like I lost 100 million?

……

Dusk, behind Zizhu Peak.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of medicinal residue were piled up into a small mountain.

The bald men lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies covered in sores, barely breathing.

The poison gas was attacking his heart, and he was about to meet his great-grandmother.

"Water..." Wang Yi weakly stretched out his hand, like a dehydrated fish.

"Give me holy water."

Yu Liang sat in a wheelchair, his expression solemn like that of a Buddha.

Su Xiu walked over carrying a bucket of murky liquid, her face showing an undisguised look of disgust.

There was a faint, foul smell in the water—that was Pigsy's urine, which he had been holding in all afternoon, mixed with spring water.

Pig urine has detoxifying, hallucinogenic, and analgesic properties. These are the innate supernatural abilities of mythical beasts.

One bowl for each person.

"drink!"

Wang Yi tilted his head back and drank it down.

A cool sensation instantly suppressed the burning, deadly poison.

Immediately afterwards, the world before my eyes became colorful.

He saw fairies dancing, saw the staircase to ascension, saw himself cleave the heavenly gate with a sword, and even saw Pig Lord transform into an unparalleled beauty flirting with him.

"Good...good water!"

Wang Yi was completely absorbed in the moment, rolling around on the ground with a silly grin. Although his wounds were still oozing pus, they seemed to have stopped hurting.

Although his cultivation level hadn't increased, his spiritual realm seemed to have been elevated.

"That's right."

Yu Liang's lips curled up as he looked down at the rusty sword in his arms.

The rust on the sword blade writhed wildly, like a greedy mouth, gulping down the poisonous miasma and karma permeating the air.

A fingertip was cut, and a drop of blood seeped into the sword.

"Eat," Yu Liang said softly, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. "Since Heaven despises us and wants to purify us, then let's be filthy to the end. Let's become a malignant tumor that no one can cut off or wash away."

hum-

The rusted sword trembled, and dark red ripples spread, drawing out poisonous gas to form a barrier that completely sealed off the entire back mountain.

Just then.

The sky suddenly darkened, and an oppressive aura descended like a mountain.

A sharp, intense sword light tore through the clouds and plummeted downwards.

The head of the Enforcement Hall is Iron Ruthless.

He was so angry at the blank stone tablet last night that he vomited blood. He had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it. He happened to be patrolling here and saw that the poisonous gas of Zizhu Peak was soaring into the sky. He immediately found a scapegoat.

"Yu Liang! What kind of wicked tricks are you playing?!"

With a roar like thunder, Tie Wuqing, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, descended like a god and slammed heavily onto Zizhu Peak Square.

However, the instant they landed...

Iron Heartless's movements suddenly froze.

The protective aura hissed and crackled, actually being corroded by the thick poisonous smoke, leaving small holes.

The stench, a mixture of sour, rotten medicinal dregs, fishy, ​​bloody odor, and the smell of fresh pig urine, was all-pervasive, forcefully resisting the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator and rushing straight to the top of the head.

This smell is a million times more disgusting than mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

For Tie Wuqing, who suffers from severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, this was nothing short of a biological weapon-level mental attack.

"vomit--"

Tie Wuqing's face turned pale, and he immediately retched.

The overwhelming killing intent that had been gathered instantly dissipated. He was like a cat that had stepped in poop, frantically retreating and hovering three feet off the ground, refusing to touch the filthy ground even in death.

He covered his mouth and nose tightly with one hand, while his other hand trembled as he pointed at the bald men rolling on the ground, drinking pig urine with blissful expressions, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Group drug use... defiles the Daoist mind..."

Tie Wuqing trembled with rage, his voice cracking: "Yu Liang! Do you want Zizhu Peak to be expelled from the list, or are you forcing me to act on behalf of Heaven and remove this cancerous growth from you?!"

Yu Liang pushed the wheelchair and slowly slid out of the poisonous fog.

He looked at the furious Tie Wuqing in mid-air, but instead of being afraid, he revealed two rows of big white teeth.

"Elder Tie, you're being inconsiderate with your words."

Yu Liang raised the bowl of remaining pig urine in his hand as if offering a toast, "This is called remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present, comprehending the great Dao. How about... you have a sip? This is divine beast jade liquid, specially for curing germaphobia."