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

Chapter 121 The Logic of the Crazy Senior Sister: Anyone who touches the male lead, except me, dies!

The battlefield was in complete chaos, with shouts of battle deafening.

Yu Liang, riding on the pig's back, casually spat out a melon seed shell. The shell, imbued with a trace of spiritual power, struck the eyelid of a demonic cultist who was about to launch a sneak attack.

The man instinctively closed his eyes and was instantly blasted away by a stray bullet; his fate remains unknown.

"That's meticulous." Yu Liang clapped his hands, a mocking look on his face. "The more shattered it is, the less likely this messy debt will be proven."

Not far away, Qian Duoduo was riding that huge white cat, screaming repeatedly.

Sparks flew as she turned the pure gold abacus in her hand, the beads flying like projectiles, each one carrying the grief and pain of "spending money to avoid disaster."

Her opponent is the "Swallowing Prince" of the Eclipse Cult.

The boy was deathly pale, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, and exuded a ghostly aura.

Faced with the blazing fire talisman hurtling towards him, he neither dodged nor flinched, but elegantly pulled out a yellowed silk handkerchief from his bosom and tucked it into his collar.

Open your mouth.

"Glug."

The Explosive Flame Talisman, worth five hundred spirit stones, entered his stomach without even making a sound.

Prince Tun'e let out a burp, smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction, and said, "It's overcooked; the texture is a bit dry, and it gets stuck in my teeth a little."

"That's 1,500 spirit stones!" Qian Duoduo screamed, her voice filled with anguish. "You didn't just eat a talisman, you ate my life! You'll pay with your life!"

Prince Tun'e frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with the smell of money. Just as he was about to grab the second wave of water spirit orbs, Pig Lord carrying Yu Liang happened to pass by.

Yu Liang pulled out half a piece of dried rations, hard as a rock and bearing teeth marks, from his pocket and tossed it behind him casually: "Catch."

Ji Linglong caught it instinctively, and was about to throw it away when Yu Liang's low voice came from beside her: "It's been spiked. You'll have to bear the consequences if you dare to throw it away."

Ji Linglong's hand trembled, and she gripped the piece of dry ration tightly, her eyes red with fear, but she dared not speak out in anger.

This scene, however, took on a different meaning in the eyes of Prince Tun'e.

"The Holy Maiden actually willingly ate his leftovers, and was even moved to tears?" Prince Tun'e looked at the talisman in his hand, suddenly feeling utterly bored. "Is this what the books call—the taste of love stronger than gold?"

"Hey! You there in that tattered Taoist robe!"

Yu Liang blurted out, "Don't just eat talismans, they'll give you heartburn! See that cat of Junior Sister Qian's? That's an ancient, exotic gold-devouring beast, its belly is full of high-purity spirit stones, crunchy and tastes like phoenix meat!"

"Meow?!"

The big white cat's fur stood on end, its eyes wide with disbelief as it stared at the figure riding the pig's back.

Prince Tun'e's eyes lit up.

A money-devouring beast?

It sounds like a decent main course, perfect for rinsing your mouth and, incidentally, a tribute to the great love you just witnessed.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

He gave Yu Liang an elegant bow, then turned around and stared intently at the large, fat white cat.

His eyes were full of: I want to try it, steamed or braised, it's fine.

"What—what do you want to do?!"

Qian Duoduo's hair stood on end. She grabbed the big white cat and ran away, abandoning her beloved abacus: "You pervert! I won't sell my cat! And I definitely won't eat it! Help! Yu Liang, you heartless bastard!!"

"Don't run away, fairy! I'll just have a bite. I promise I won't chew it up and will leave it with a whole corpse."

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"It's good that things are in chaos, it'll be perfect for a getaway." Yu Liang patted Pig's head. "Pig, speed up! Stay away from that crazy woman from Shenji Peak over there."

However, true terror is often silent.

Shenji Peak, Mo Yuan.

She stood expressionless atop the massive mechanical wolf beast, her robes fluttering, like a lifeless jade sculpture.

Opposite her, the "Corpse Stitcher" of the Eclipse Cult was engrossed in a frenzied appreciation of art.

The person wore a half-gold thread mask on their face, and the exposed skin was covered with dense gold thread stitches, each stitch perfectly sewn together, exuding an eerie symmetrical beauty.

At this moment, he was staring intently at Mo Yuan's expressionless face, his fingers making grasping motions in the air as if caressing a rare treasure.

"Perfection—this soulless emptiness."

The corpse-stitcher, wearing a gold-threaded mask, trembled as he said, "Fairy, please allow me to disassemble you and sew your every stitch into my 'divine body'."

He bowed gracefully, performing a strange gesture, while the golden thread in his hand silently spread throughout the surrounding space, like a spider web.

Just then, a loud bang came from ahead.

Yu Liang suddenly tightened the pig's ear.

Emergency stop.

Due to inertia, Ji Linglong flew onto Yu Liang's back, instinctively protecting Yu Liang's head with her hands, mainly to prevent herself from being thrown off.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of the corpse-stitching man's ruby-colored prosthetic eye.

He was stunned.

"To sacrifice oneself to protect one's master? What a poignant and beautiful expression of love!"

"Could it be—that man possesses the legendary perfect soul? Otherwise, how could he have captivated the saintess so completely?"

The way he looked at Yu Liang changed.

It's no longer about seeing the indifference of passersby, but about appreciation; it's about the greed for top-quality material, even with a touch of fanaticism to "collect" it.

"If we sew him in too—"

"The deduction result is utterly wrong."

A cold voice, without warning, interrupted the corpse-stitching man's reverie, like an ice droplet falling onto a jade plate, utterly devoid of any warmth or emotion.

Mo Yuan tilted her head.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only a lifeless deduction.

"According to the ironclad rule in Chapter Seven of Volume Three of 'The Overbearing Immortal Lord Falls in Love with Me': Only a destined Daoist partner is qualified to make a vow of 'following the heroine through life and death,' and only he has the right to decide the heroine's life and death."

"While your aesthetic sense is unique, your intention to dismantle the original female lead makes you a villain who obstructs cause and effect."

Mo Yuan slowly raised her hand, her fingertips pointing at the corpse-stitching man.

A blinding, eerie blue light shone from deep within the mechanical wolf beast's throat—a sign that the array had been compressed to its limit.

"What's more serious is that the greedy look in your eyes towards the male lead severely interfered with my romantic entanglements."

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Mo Yuan's voice was completely flat, yet it made people feel as if they were being plunged into an ice cave, as if she were reciting heavenly laws.

"Warning: Risk of destiny alteration detected."

"To uphold the dignity of the Pure Love Dao Heart, Full Power - Absolute Kill Formation, activate."

Click!

The mechanical wolf beast's jaws, covered in spirit patterns, suddenly opened wide.

No nonsense, no opening moves.

A single, destructive beam of psionic energy pierced through the heavens and earth in an instant, burning the air along its path into a distorted void.

boom!

The corpse-stitcher, who was still marveling at the "beauty of sacrifice" and imagining how to stitch up Yu Liang, was vaporized into countless golden threads and rags before he could even let out a scream.

This is hardly a contest of magic.

This is annihilation.

Amidst the blood mist, Mo Yuan didn't even blink.

Her calm eyes pierced through the smoke of battle, precisely locking onto Yu Liang, who was preparing to slip away in the chaos.

That instant.

Yu Liang felt as if he were locked onto by a causal law that was ten thousand times more terrifying than the Demonic Sect's patriarch.

That was the gaze of a paranoid.

A morbid and fanatical red light flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes, and the corners of her mouth were pulled upwards in an extremely stiff manner, revealing a standard, yet chilling smile.

"Target spotted: escaped Daoist partner."

As she brushed the dust off her cuffs, she murmured to herself, as if reciting sacred scriptures: "The story goes that the destined one must first be trapped in a desperate situation, then a beautiful woman will descend from the heavens to save him from his predicament, and then he will repay her with his body."

"The woman who is holding you is just a common woman who is pushing your fate forward; she will soon die as ordained."

"I am the true destined heroine."

The mechanical wolf beast took heavy steps, each one causing the ground to tremble, as it approached Yu Liang.

Mo Yuan reached out her hand to Yu Liang, her tone filled with an undeniable possessiveness, as if stating an established law of nature: "Yu Liang, don't be afraid."

"I'm here to save you."

"Once we bring you back, we'll break your legs and turn you into a puppet that will never run away, then lock you in the safest black iron cabinet on Shenji Peak."

"Every day I wipe your body, dress you in fine clothes, and watch you depend on me for survival."

"In this way, my life will be complete."

Yu Liang's scalp was tingling, and goosebumps covered his entire body.

"That madman! Run, you pig-king! This guy's a real lunatic!!"

He slapped the pig's rump hard, his voice trembling with fear—a primal instinct in the face of absolute terror: "Giddy up! Giddy up! This woman's trying to turn me into a puppet!!"

"And you, Ji Linglong, hold on tight! If you fall and become a specimen, I don't have any spirit stones to redeem you!"

Ji Linglong was on the verge of tears, tightly gripping Yu Liang's waist and burying her face in his back, her heart filled with grief and indignation.

What kind of demonic den is this Qingxuan Sect?

Why do the disciples of the righteous path have a stronger imagination than those of the demonic sect?

One uses dry rations as a token of love, while the other wants to turn a person into a puppet.

Why must I, a saint, suffer such torment?!

Pig Lord clearly felt the chilling aura emanating from behind, a sense of oppression from a top predator, as if his pig trotters were about to be made into a braised tribute.

"Awooo—!!"

A mournful squeal of a pig echoed across the battlefield, enough to bring tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

There was a loud "poof" sound from behind the pig's rear end.

A thick plume of pink smoke billowed out, propelled by lightning speed, and even formed a perfect pink concentric knot shape in the air.

One person, one pig, and one "maid".

Under the cover of pink poisonous fog, they sped away recklessly, leaving behind only a pink afterimage and a ground littered with cultists questioning their existence.