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

"Woo-ga-"

In the shadows, a blind ghost cries, embracing a mud-covered erhu, its empty eye sockets locking onto a figure in mid-air.

The song title is "The Grand Funeral".

"Very bad luck."

The ghostly, withered fingers pressed down on the strings, his voice rough and harsh.

"A distinguished guest has arrived."

"It is auspicious to break ground, to nail coffins, and to send guests on their way."

A burst of intense light.

The sun was blazing overhead.

Twenty-three bald heads adjusted their angles simultaneously.

The light refracted and focused into a ghastly white beam of death, piercing straight into Tie Wuqing's eyes.

Tie Wuqing narrowed his eyes.

My stomach churned violently.

Dirty.

It's so dirty.

The air was filled not only with the sour smell of rotten medicine dregs, but also with the stench of years-old sweat and corpses, as well as some indescribable, fermented malice.

Twenty-three pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at him.

There was no fear.

Only a hungry wolf's greed when it sees a bone.

A deathly silence.

No one knelt down.

Only a chilling gaze.

zizi——

Tie Wuqing's protective aura crackled and popped, as if resisting the polluted air around him.

"What a beautiful face."

The painted skin hangs upside down from the treetop.

On that faceless mask, red lips stretched all the way to the ears.

She held a still-dripping blood thread between her fingertips.

"If the elder's lips were to curl into a wider smile, it would surely be even more joyous."

The ground trembled slightly.

Mo Ju, dragging his enormous serrated blade, approached step by step.

Blue light flashed in the single eye, and a cold, piercing mechanical voice rang out.

"The elder's spine is straight. If it were taken apart and used as the dragon bone for a mechanical beast, it would definitely be able to run very fast."

"Don't rush."

Kumu stood in the shadows, the dark wooden coffin behind him radiating a chilling aura.

"Elder Tie's forehead is dark; his time is near."

"This coffin is resistant to decay and gathers yin energy. Order now for a 20% discount and receive a full set of rituals for the deceased."

This is hardly a sect for cultivating immortality.

These are clearly a group of evil spirits dressed in Taoist robes.

"roar--"

At the forefront of the bald-headed formation, Wang Yi let out a low growl.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with black residue of medicine still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

In his bloodshot eyes, fervor burned.

"Elder Tie."

The crisp sound of the wooden wheel crushing stones broke the suffocating standoff.

Yu Liang pushed his wheelchair and slowly slid out from the group of bald men.

Beside him, Ah Tuo chewed on dry grass.

It stretched its neck, aiming at the spotless boot surface of Iron Heartless, its cheeks puffed out high.

Gathering strength.

Tie Wuqing subconsciously took a half step back.

"Eating the wrong food will kill you, and so will saying the wrong thing."

Yu Liang pointed to the group of fierce disciples behind him, a half-smile on his face.

You're calling this a cult?

"Why don't you open your eyes and take a good look?"

Tie Wuqing snorted coldly and swept out his divine sense.

next second.

His expression froze on his face.

chaos.

Utter chaos.

The meridians within these disciples' bodies were being brutally torn apart by the poisonous aura, and then being reassembled under some strange will.

In the midst of this chaos, Wang Yi's bottleneck, which had been stuck for many years, was actually cracked open by this brute force.

That pitch-black, malevolent aura even instinctively bared its fangs when faced with his Nascent Soul-level pressure.

These useless bastards...

It actually developed the instinct to resist a Nascent Soul cultivator?

"What...what the hell is this thing?"

Tie Wuqing's voice was dry and hoarse.

"This is evolution."

Yu Liang leaned forward.

The translucent finger tapped lightly on the wheelchair armrest.

A glint of gray flashed deep within his pupils.

"Elder Tie, what is the purpose of cultivating immortality? Immortality? The Great Dao?"

"Stop joking."

Yu Liang scoffed, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"It's for survival."

"So that when someone puts a sword to your neck, you can break their sword and crush their throat, instead of kneeling on the ground begging for mercy."

"What does it matter if it means swallowing gold and iron, or drinking poison to quench thirst, as long as it makes me stronger?"

Tie Wuqing opened his mouth.

He looked into Wang Yi's bright eyes.

Looking around at the madmen sharpening their knives.

The words of rebuttal were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't spit them out no matter what.

In the world of cultivation, the victor reigns supreme.

If you use evil powers to kill a righteous sect, then you become the new righteous sect.

This is the bloody reality.

"It seems Elder Tie is also tempted."

Yu Liang caught a glimpse of wavering in the other person's eyes.

"The Enforcement Hall has killed too many people, their bodies are shrouded in malevolent energy, and their acupoints are easily blocked. Perhaps... they could shave their necks too?"

"First order is free, and I'll also give you a pound of 'Marrow Cleansing Black Mud'."

"nice one."

Tu San touched his bald head, his tone sincere.

"Eat it and you'll die in the ground, but next year the grass will grow taller than a person."

"Pooh!"

Ah Tuo spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

It accurately hit the tip of the pile of dregs next to it.

Crystal clear, like the finishing touch.

That was an invitation.

It was even more of a provocation.

Iron Heartless felt a spasm in his stomach.

That smell instantly reminded him of that nightmarish afternoon.

madman.

Everyone's a lunatic.

Zizhu Peak is no longer a normal mountain peak.

This is a huge source of plague, trying to infect him, the only normal person.

There's no logic to this.

Only a crazy, closed-loop logic.

"Take care of yourself!"

Tie Wuqing squeezed out these four words through gritted teeth.

Turn around.

Flying on a sword.

Take off.

The speed of the escape was astonishing, even leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

By any measure, it looked like a disheveled mess as they fled in disarray.

"Tch, you don't know what's good for you."

Yu Liang curled his lip.

……

Night falls.

Purple Bamboo Peak has been transformed into a ghost realm.

In the center of the square, a ghastly green bonfire burned.

That was the "excitement fire" that Second Senior Sister Hongyao had added phosphorus powder and corpse oil to.

"Dinner's ready!"

With a charming shout, Hongyao's bright red dress fluttered in the wind.

She stirred the large black pot, big enough to stew two cows, with a face full of fervor, like a virtuous wife and loving mother managing the household.

Eat more.

"I just added three catties of Gelsemium elegans and five qian of Arsenic trioxide, guaranteeing a numbing and unforgettable taste."

A thick, black paste was bubbling inside the pot.

The waste medicine residue from Dan Ding Peak, combined with the spiritual herb roots and stems spat out by Pig Lord, plus a few crows that crashed into the mountain-protecting formation and died.

Outside, this is so disgusting that even pigs would find it unworthy of being fed.

Here, this is Holy Communion.

"Respect the Great Way!"

Wang Yi was holding the chipped, broken bowl.

His eyes were red-rimmed.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the black mud.

"Salute to the bald guy!"

Twenty-two disciples raised their bowls in response.

Gudong.

Gudong.

They gulped down the bitter, foul-smelling, yet violently potent gruel.

Some people started crying while eating.

Someone was vomiting black blood while laughing wildly.

They were useless people abandoned by their sects, ants who didn't even deserve to have names.

But today, they forced the high and mighty head of the Enforcement Hall to retreat.

They developed their own totem.

Even if this totem is highly poisonous.

Yu Liang sat in his wheelchair and peeled a banana.

Pig Grandpa was lying at his feet, gnawing on a thigh bone that no one knew who it was.

Ah Tuo stood gracefully to the side, and when no one was looking, he added a mouthful of "Divine Beast Jade Liquid" to the pot.

"Yu Liang."

Su Xiu walked over at some point.

She held an account book in her hand, but this time she didn't do any accounting.

The firelight reflected off her face, flickering on and off.

She watched as Hongyao forcibly fed her disciple a poisonous soup, and as Moju tried to dislocate her disciple's arm for research.

A hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"They will die."

Su Xiu's voice was very soft, sounding out of place amidst the noisy cheers.

"That kind of poison accumulates in the body, and at most, one can only live for ten years. The senior brothers and sisters have special constitutions, but these outer disciples..."

"I know."

Yu Liang remained indifferent and took a bite of the banana.

"Then why..."

"Su Xiu".

Yu Liang interrupted her.

He stretched out his semi-transparent hand and pointed at Wang Yi, who was dancing around the campfire.

She then pointed to another disciple whose face was being forcibly painted with a "smiley face" by the Painted Skin Senior Sister.

"If they don't eat, they'll only live under the feet of others."

"To be a piece of mud for life, trampled on by everyone, and at any moment could be crushed to death by the big shots above."

"If you eat it, you can be a hedgehog for at least ten years."

"ten years."

"I'll find a way to keep them alive; it's a debt I owe them."

The words fell.

Yu Liang's previously illusory lower body became completely solid.

He turned his head and looked at Su Xiu.

A cruel yet clear-headed smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"It's prickly and poisonous."

Even if I die in the end, I can still knock out two of their teeth.

"In this world where people are raised like animals, only animals that can knock out other people's teeth deserve to be called alive."

Su Xiu remained silent.

She looked at those smiling faces covered in tears, mud, and bizarre makeup.

That was an expression she had never seen on the faces of these outer disciples before.

That is dignity.

Even if it's deformed, toxic, and only has ten years of dignity.

Yu Liang settled down and swallowed the last bite of the banana.

"I just want things to be the way they are meant to be."

He casually tossed the banana peel behind him.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Pure instinct.

The movements were as casual as if they were discarding a trivial past.

The banana peel slid through the air.

Just then, an old crane with astigmatism passed by.

The crane, its eyes blurred, mistook it for a spirit insect and swooped down to snatch it.

It tastes raw and has a pungent, rancid smell.

The crane, feeling insulted, violently swung its long neck.

Innate supernatural power activated.

The foreign object shot out like a cannonball, soaring straight into the sky.

Hundreds of feet in the air.

Tie Wuqing swiftly flew along on his sword.

Surround yourself with several layers of purification talismans, close your eyes and silently recite the "Qingjing Jing" (Scripture of Purity and Tranquility).

He vowed that when he got back, he would go into seclusion and take a bath for three days and three nights to wash away this bad luck.

Snapped.

A wet, slippery foreign object was precisely smeared onto my face.

The protective aura showed no reaction—banana peels are considered "harmless household waste" and do not trigger the defense mechanism.

Tie Wuqing opened his eyes in shock.

A fermented, rancid smell lingered around my nose.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness flared up instantly, causing his spiritual energy to become disordered.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The scream cracked.

The ruler under its feet sensed its owner's madness and misjudged it as "emergency avoidance".

Carrying its owner, it traced a bizarre S-curve before losing control and plummeting.

below.

It is the open-air spiritual spring of Baihua Peak, which "washes away the grease."

A misty haze hung in the air, accompanied by the chirping of orioles and swallows.

Pfft!

Water splashed and the female cultivators screamed.

"Ugh, you pervert!"

"It's Elder Tie!"

"Peeping with a banana peel on your face? What kind of perverted behavior is that?"

……

Chaos erupted at Baihua Peak.

Meanwhile, at the distant Zizhu Peak.

Yu Liang looked at the rusty sword in his hand, which had suddenly become more solid, and scratched his head in confusion.

"strangeness."

"Where did such a large sum of money come from?"

"Who's taking the blame for me again?"