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

Chapter 87 The Cold-Faced Sword Immortal and the Charming Puppet

Yu Liang stared at the two characters "Mo Yuan" on the list, his pen tip hovering in the air.

The pig on his lap suddenly bristled and burrowed desperately into his arms, making terrified whimpering noises.

My intuition tells me: This is a very bad omen.

"Never mind." Yu Liang drew a red X over the name.

"Senior Sister Mo is a master of puppetry from Shenji Peak. She prefers quiet, so please don't disturb her peace. It's better to cherish the memory than to meet again. Not disturbing her is my way of showing kindness."

He slammed his hand on the armrest of his wheelchair and spoke rapidly: "Withdraw! Back to Zizhu Peak to divide the spoils!"

Wang Yi and the other bald, burly men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and were about to turn around and run away in their wheelchairs.

however.

Do not move.

The wheelchair seemed to be rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

Yu Liang looked down to examine it.

Several transparent silk threads—silk threads from the silkworm—had somehow become entangled in the wheelchair wheels.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of mechanisms meshing came from underground, and the foot of Shenji Peak trembled slightly.

"Junior brother." A faint female voice vibrated into Yu Liang's mind along the silk thread, carrying a morbid pleasure.

"Now that you're here, why not come in and have a seat?"

"The tea from my senior sister is already warmed up."

Boom—!

The ground beneath Yu Liang's feet collapsed instantly.

The ground flipped over, revealing a bottomless slide.

"You son of a bitch—!"

Yu Liang let out a strange cry and fell into the abyss along with the pig.

The light from above quickly shrank to a white dot, and then disappeared completely.

At the edge of the pit, Wang Yi and his twenty-three bald disciples looked at each other, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

"Senior brother, what should we do?"

Wang Yi touched his bald head, glanced at the bottomless black hole, then at the spirit stones he had just been allocated, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

"Master Yu is off to deepen his bonds with his fellow disciples; such a grand occasion is beyond our ability to intervene!"

He waved his hand dismissively and declared righteously, "Let's go! Back at the peak, let's... no, let's throw a victory celebration banquet for Master Yu!"

The group scattered like birds and beasts, running faster than rabbits.

……

Darkness, weightlessness, the roar of gears.

"Bang." The wheelchair landed smoothly. The Everlasting Pearl lit up, illuminating the vast underground workshop.

The walls were covered with saws and bone pliers, their handles adorned with peach-pink tassels. Even the enormous bone crusher was carved with a picture of a cat playing with butterflies.

In the very center was a huge black iron control panel.

Mo Yuan sat in front of the stage.

She was wearing a robe stained with spiritual oil, her long hair was casually tied up, and she held a measuring bone ruler in her hand.

That delicate, porcelain-doll-like face was completely expressionless.

Until I saw Yu Liang.

Her previously empty and lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

"Junior brother."

Mo Yuan put down the bone ruler and walked over step by step.

She walked slowly, her mechanical boots making a crisp, metallic clanging sound as they hit the ground.

"You've finally arrived."

"I've been waiting for you for so long, even the effects of the 'Drunken Immortal Powder' are almost worn off."

Yu Liang pressed his back against the wheelchair, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, while his right hand silently gripped the rusty sword hidden in his sleeve.

"Senior sister, I really need to pee, could you please let me through..."

"Shhh."

Mo Yuan pressed her fingers against his lips, her fingertips icy and rusty. "Don't speak. Let your senior sister see where it needs fixing."

Her gaze swept across like a knife, finally settling on her legs.

"His physical constitution is too poor, and his physique is not in accordance with the natural order."

Mo Yuan turned around and picked up a "Bone-Splitting Whirlwind Blade" that was half the height of a person. The array was activated, and the saw teeth whistled.

"Buzz—!!!"

The spirit stone was embedded, and the formation was activated.

"It's alright, I'll help you change."

She spoke gently, "These mechanical spirit feet are forged from ten-thousand-year-old black iron, engraved with nine hundred divine movement arrays, and also come with a self-destruct restriction. Once you put them on, you'll be perfect."

Pig Lord was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and he pretended to be dead.

Yu Liang watched the increasingly close saw teeth, and his scalp tingled with dread.

Is this love?

This madwoman's logic is completely closed-loop—because she loves you, she wants to turn you into an eternal mechanical puppet.

It's useless to reason with a madman.

We have to defeat her with her logic!

"Wait a minute!!!"

Yu Liang let out a loud roar.

Mo Yuan paused for a moment, then tilted her head to look at him: "Afraid of pain? Don't worry, it'll be quick."

"shallow!"

Yu Liang was heartbroken. "Senior sister, although this leg is crippled, it's an original, one-of-a-kind piece! Do you know what the most unforgettable love story in tales is?"

Mo Yuan asked in confusion, "What?"

"It's incomplete!"

Yu Liang's voice rang out firmly, "It is to love deeply even knowing it's imperfect! That is the ultimate truth! If one were to create a perfect puppet, wouldn't one become a mundane being?"

He lowered his voice, enticingly saying, "True ownership isn't about replacing, it's about taming. Keeping this fragile body, watching it struggle for survival in your palm—isn't that sense of control far more alluring than a cold, lifeless mechanical puppet?"

Mo Yuan froze, and the spinning blade stopped rotating.

"Crippled? Tamed?"

These words struck her Dao heart like a heavy hammer.

There does seem to be a similar plot in the third volume of "The Cold-Faced Swordsman and the Charming Puppet"...

The male lead is seriously injured, and the female lead takes meticulous care of him. Over time, the two develop feelings for each other in a secret room...

"That makes sense."

Mo Yuan muttered to herself, the madness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a more fervent and chilling desire for exploration.

"Sawing it off directly is too brutal and doesn't fit the mood of 'deeply sadomasochistic love'."

She casually tossed the spinning blade aside.

With a loud crash, a large crater was smashed into the ground.

Yu Lianggang breathed a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat on his back hadn't dried yet.

Then, Mo Yuan pulled out a peach-colored "Spirit Locking Ring" from under the table.

There is also a specially made, barbed whip.

"It is both gentle nourishment..."

Mo Yuan licked her lips, her eyes gleaming, and approached step by step, "Then let's begin with 'the pleasure of imprisonment'."

"Junior brother, we need to rehearse this chapter's plot properly."

"Until... you fall in love with me."

Yu Liang looked at the shackles, then at Pig Master who was still pretending to be dead beside him.

He suddenly realized.

That spinning blade from earlier was actually quite handsome.

"Help……"

The scream was cut short by the heavy stone that broke the dragon's back.

……

Two hours later.

The underground chamber of Shenji Peak.

Yu Liangsheng lay helplessly on the control panel, his limbs bound by peach-colored spirit-locking rings.

Mo Yuan was holding a soft measuring tape, measuring his body frame with a blissful expression, while humming a strange nursery rhyme: "Sew new clothes, sew new clothes, after sewing the new clothes, peel off human skin..."

"You pig-headed idiot, if you keep playing dead, I'll stew you and offer you as a sacrifice to the heavens!"

Yu Liang gritted his teeth and used his divine sense to send a telepathic message to Pig Lord.

Piglet cautiously opened one eye. Although it was greedy and afraid of death, it knew that this place was not a safe place to stay.

That woman's eyes were terrifying; they weren't the eyes one looks at a spirit beast, but the eyes one looks at braised pork.

"Hmph!"

Pig Grandpa took a deep breath, and his belly instantly swelled up like a ball.

next second.

"puff--!!!"

A deafening roar.

A visible yellowish-green toxic aura, carrying the accumulated smells of fermented swill, rotting grass, and corpses, exploded instantly in the enclosed space.

This is a life-or-death attack comparable to a high-level poison pill!

"Cough cough cough!"

Caught off guard, Mo Yuan took a deep breath, and her delicate face instantly turned green.

Even the intricate gears and mechanisms around it emitted a hissing, corrosive sound the moment they came into contact with this poisonous aura, and the flow of spiritual energy became sluggish.

The surrounding poison-avoidance formations instantly glowed red, and alarms blared!

"Chance!"

A glint of light flashed in Yu Liang's eyes.

The rusty sword is drawn!

Although it was not powered by spiritual energy, the rusted sword's inherent sharpness, combined with its "causal" attribute, was enough to cut through ordinary iron.

"Snap!"

The spirit-locking ring snapped instantly.

Yu Liang scooped up the exhausted Pig Lord and swiped a storage bag full of spirit stones, roughly estimated to be at least 30,000!

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Yuan went to activate the detoxification formation, the rusty sword slashed fiercely at the key mechanism of the secret chamber door.

boom!

The Dragon-Slaying Stone suddenly burst open.

Yu Liang abandoned his wheelchair and sprinted away, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Behind them came Mo Yuan's heart-wrenching shout, yet tinged with a morbid excitement:

"Run! Run as far as you can!"

"The old folktales say it's more exciting to catch a runaway young man!"

Yu Liang stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face.

He rushed out of Shenji Peak without looking back and raised his middle finger to the sky.

"Crazy woman!"

"Thirty thousand, you're welcome!"

"I will never set foot on Shenji Peak again in my entire life!"

However, just when he thought he had escaped death...