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

The wind stopped.

It didn't stop naturally; it was forcibly killed by some terrifying will.

The air beneath Shenji Peak was so thick it was suffocating.

Xiao Wufeng's move "Sunset Over the Long River" was only halfway through.

A cracking sound came from the bones in his waist.

It's so dirty.

Yu Liang's mouth was more vicious than the poisoned fangs of a mechanical wolf.

Xiao Wufeng was completely focused on countering Mo Yuan's formation deduction, but Yu Liang's words were like greenbottle flies, specifically targeting his eardrums.

Every sentence strikes at the logical dead ends of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb's legacy.

How could that bastard possibly see through Wan Jianzhong's secrets?

We can't delay.

If you keep listening, your Daoist heart won't collapse, but you'll die of anger first.

Xiao Wufeng's eyelids twitched.

He bravely withstood Mo Yuan's "Bone-Shattering Hammer" strike, his body contorting into a strange, sharp angle in mid-air.

The afterimage bypassed the mechanical wolf.

The merciless sword hummed.

The "killing" will originating from the ancient sword demon is concentrated at the tip of the sword.

It points directly to Yu Liang behind the boulder.

"The farce is over."

"die."

This sword strike is utterly unreasonable.

It carries a causal level of locking.

The chill of death instantly froze Yu Liang's throat.

There is no way to avoid it.

Yu Liang did not dodge.

The instant that deadly sword struck, his pupils suddenly turned a deathly gray.

【Causal Perspective: Opening】

The world faded from his eyes, turning into countless tangled lines.

In Yu Liang's eyes, Xiao Wufeng's earth-shattering sword strike was no longer an unstoppable torrent of energy, but a tightly taut, precise yet fragile black thread.

This thread is woven from a "ruthless Dao heart," with a "perfect persona" as its axis, and carries an absolute logic of killing.

"Perfect? ​​Ha, there's no knot in this world that can't be untied."

Yu Liang's lips curled into an extremely lewd smile.

Instead of raising his sword to parry, he flicked his wrist like a seasoned tailor, and the rusty sword, which resembled a fire poker, shot out like a venomous snake.

The third level of "Everything Can Be Discussed" - Sword Techniques - [Cloud Deconstruction Technique]!

First move: Steal a sheep while you can!

The rusted sword didn't have any earth-shattering sword energy; it only had a tooth-grinding "adhesive sensation."

It struck the most crucial point of Xiao Wufeng's sword energy with perfect precision—the psychological fulcrum that supported the "unstoppable" momentum of this sword strike.

"Give it to the Taoist priest... loosen it!"

With a flick of his wrist, Yu Liang caused the rusty sword to vibrate wildly along the causal line.

Immediately following, the second move was launched: Calling a deer a horse!

He focused his energy in his dantian, and with the rusted sword's forceful alteration of the laws of logic, he roared four words powerful enough to shatter the heavens and earth, facing the sword energy that was about to pierce his brow:

"Pink, colored, bellyband!"

hum-

The rusty sword hummed violently, as if it were gleefully devouring the collapsing logic.

The screen is lagging.

The unstoppable, murderous sword energy, said to be able to cleave through everything, convulsed violently in the air.

The "momentum" of this sword strike is built upon Xiao Wufeng's "ruthless, aloof, and perfect" Dao heart.

But Yu Liang's sword strike didn't cut the flesh; it targeted only the thread.

He used his rusty sword to pry open that perfect disguise, and poured those four words into the core of the sword energy logic like a basin of hot excrement.

It was like a peerless swordsman preparing to unleash a magnificent strike, only to have his belt suddenly snapped off by a mischievous child with a hook, revealing his bright pink underwear in front of everyone.

shame.

The logic has collapsed.

This is a top-tier physical and mental double pollution capable of piercing through the Dao Heart of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Sizzle—!

The deadly sword energy that was originally concentrated at one point was actually dispersed by the rusty sword, turning into pink streaks of light that scattered wildly in the sky and exploded into a firework without any harm.

Xiao Wufeng's movements were stiff.

The unstoppable killing intent dissipated.

He stared in disbelief at the trembling, merciless sword in his hand, feeling as if he had swallowed a fly.

In a battle between masters, life and death can be decided in an instant.

Snapped!

Mo Yuan's dragon tendon whip shot out like a venomous snake, imbued with a "spirit-suppressing formation," and tightly wrapped around Xiao Wufeng's ankle.

"Get down here!"

boom!

Xiao Wufeng was violently thrown against the mountain wall, sending rocks flying through the air.

The protective sword aura blocked the physical damage.

But his meticulously styled hair was now disheveled.

White clothes stained with mud.

For someone with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder like him, this was worse than being stabbed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that swordsmanship is not bad, it's just a little... flashy."

Yu Liang sheathed his rusty sword, casually took out a recording stone, held it high, and waved it at the dusty-faced Xiao Wufeng.

Exaggerated lip movements:

It's all recorded.

Xiao Wufeng's retinal blood vessels were bulging.

Reason snapped.

But Mo Yuan was even crazier than him.

"Junior brother, don't be afraid!"

The mechanical wolf activated its self-destruct mode, and countless miniature puppets surged towards Xiao Wufeng like a red tide.

"I'll take this bad guy apart and make you a toy!"

The scene was extremely chaotic.

On one hand, there's the self-pity of a yandere; on the other, there's the impotent rage of a germaphobe.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"

Yu Liang felt a tingling numbness in his arm holding the sword, which was the backlash from forcibly deconstructing a Nascent Soul level sword technique.

He slapped Pigsy on the butt.

"Change for me!"

Pig Lord's survival instinct kicked in, and he immediately transformed into an inflated form.

Yu Liang rode on it and felt that Pig Grandpa's four hooves were flying.

The man and the pig transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the dense forest.

Only a single, extremely irritating syllable echoed in the valley:

"Enjoy your time, two of you, but remember to wash the floor clean afterwards!"

……

After an incense stick has burned.

The outer gate servants' quarters, next to the dry well.

Pig Lord has reverted to piglet form.

Yu Liang collapsed to the ground, utterly disheveled, his chest heaving violently.

His right hand was still trembling uncontrollably, and the rusty sword was greedily sucking the blood seeping from his fingertips. It seemed that a few more bits of rust had come off the blade.

So exciting.

That last sword strike, a "casual steal," almost cost him his own life.

But it also proved one thing—this broken sword really can manipulate the laws of the Nascent Soul stage!

"S-senpai?"

A furtive head peeked out from the bushes.

Liu Bo, an undercover agent for the evil cult.

He looked at the "debtor" in front of him, who was dressed in rags, had a patch of hair shaved off, and whose horse was still foaming at the mouth.

His eyes were vacant.

This look... isn't it a bit too down-to-earth?

Yu Liang's heart was still pounding in his chest.

His expression instantly returned to one of inscrutable mystery.

He grabbed Liu Bo, pulled him behind his back, and spoke earnestly:

"I just had a sparring session with two Nascent Soul experts."

"That crazy girl from Shenji Peak is too enthusiastic. She insisted on giving me this 'beggar's outfit,' saying it's the most popular 'ripped style' this year."

"I can't refuse such kindness."

Liu Bo was taken aback.

The commotion coming from the direction of Shenji Peak was so loud it shook the ground.

To be able to escape unscathed from such a chaotic scene, and to describe "escaping for one's life" in such a refreshing and elegant way...

As expected of a senior!

This is true mastery!

"Senior Kamui!"

Liu Bo handed over a clean handkerchief, his eyes filled with even greater admiration.

Yu Liang wiped the dust off his face.

As a large amount of karmic debt was recorded, abnormalities began to appear in the body.

The wild grass touched by fingertips instantly grows wildly and blooms, then withers and turns to ash in an instant, as if its life cycle has been forcibly "erased" by some force.

An overwhelming sense of presence.

This is a harbinger of the backlash from the causal path, and also the price of that "deconstruction technique" just now; the rusty sword is about to go out of control.

Liu Bo was dumbfounded.

I felt the Daoist aura flowing around the senior, and that life, death, illusion, and annihilation were only a thought away.

"Senior, that batch of goods you instructed me to keep an eye on..."

Yu Liang's eyes sharpened instantly as he forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body.

"explain."

"At midnight tonight, on the back mountain of Baihua Peak."

Liu Bo lowered his voice.

"That batch of 'forbidden anti-aging medicine' will be transported in through the secret passage. Liu Ruyan has sent all the disciples guarding the mountain away for this shipment."

Yu Liang looked at the rusty sword in his hand, which was trembling slightly and seemed eager to devour cause and effect.

That sword strike was satisfying, but it also made this starving ghost crave more.

If we don't treat this broken sword to a big meal, it might turn on its master.

A shrewd businessman curled his lips into a smile.

That old hag Liu Ruyan, for the sake of her face, actually dared to touch this forbidden medicine made from the blood of virgin boys.

This is a weakness handed to us.

It is also the best feed for rusty swords.

"very good."

Yu Liang patted Liu Bo on the shoulder and pointed to his tattered clothes.

"Go and get me a set of clothes for a menial disciple."

"Tonight, I'm going to give a gift to that beauty-loving Peak Master Liu of Hundred Flowers Peak..."

"Here's a gift you'll never forget."

Liu Bo couldn't help but shiver as he looked at the cold light flashing in Yu Liang's gray eyes.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for Liu Ruyan.

Why mess with anyone?

Why did we have to provoke this madman who dares to extort even the Heavenly Dao?