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

Chapter 132: The Incident of My Master Being Beaten Up by a Group

Nearby, by the poison cauldron, Elder Wan Du shuddered upon hearing this, forgetting even to feed the poisonous insects in his arms, and looked at Ouyang Ye and Tie Wuqing with a terrified expression.

"Turning yourself into a detachable device? And then needing lubricant?"

"Isn't this taking the legitimate path a bit too far?"

"And that elder in charge of enforcement, using the sect rules like a brick to hit people?"

"Our demonic sect only practices corpse refining and plays with poison, but they're directly transcending species and ignoring the law!"

"Perverts! Everyone's a pervert!"

The four chief ministers and one elder surrounded and attacked one person.

The scene was extremely brutal, yet incredibly stress-relieving.

The Eclipse Moon Cult army, which had been brimming with murderous intent, suddenly and inexplicably stopped.

Thousands of cultists held weapons, but didn't know who to kill.

Because what I was seeing was just too amazing.

The high-ranking officials of the righteous path in Neijiang exposed each other's dirty laundry, making it more exciting than any other battle.

"Is this... this his method?"

Ji Linglong stole a glance at the man who was laughing wildly as he gave the commentary, and a chill ran down her spine.

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In her eyes, this was hardly a farce.

This was clearly a carefully planned scheme by Yu Liang to "attack the heart"!

Without firing a single shot, relying solely on an old story, he caused the Seven Peaks of the Righteous Path to fall apart, turned the lofty Nascent Soul and Transformation Realm experts into fighting each other like street thugs, and even reduced the entire army of the Eclipse Moon Sect to mere spectators.

"It's terrifying—he not only calculated cause and effect, but also understood human nature perfectly."

Ji Linglong swallowed hard, her mind racing with thoughts of Di Hua.

"He is showing us that he can make the Qingxuan Sect self-destruct whenever he wants."

"I actually wanted to kill him? I was practically asking for death!"

Yu Liang held the broken conch shell in his hand, watching this scene, his lips curling up wildly, unable to be suppressed.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

He cleared his throat, and his voice, amplified by the conch shell, resonated throughout the venue with an irresistible, almost irritating quality, even more passionate than a battlefield commentary.

"Fellow disciples, fellow cultivators! And to the Demonic Cult brothers watching the show over there, get your melon seeds and peanuts ready!"

"Look closely! This is what you call a bloodbath caused by a middleman making a profit!" The first "Qingxuan Sect's Beating Up Deadbeats" Games officially begin!

"Uncle Man's Wild Boar Charge was powerful and heavy, but unfortunately, its aim was a bit off. Damaging public property means he'll have to pay for it!"

"Uncle Qin's 'Golden Dart' is very sharp. I suggest aiming for the lower body, where there's plenty of flesh!"

"Oh my, Master Tianjizi's brick strike was skillful, hitting right at the soul. No wonder he's a fortune teller; he hits people right on pressure points!"

As Yu Liang explained, he kept adding fuel to the fire, afraid that it wouldn't burn bright enough.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that what you did was really despicable."

"Look at you, you've turned a perfectly good, epic love story into a rural romance."

"This is only possible in the cultivation world. If this were in the mortal realm, it would constitute fraud and disrupt a military marriage, enough to land you in jail for life!"

The mad beauty, Chi Lian, who was originally planning to give Bai Lian'er a sudden lash with her whip, couldn't help but burst out laughing upon hearing this.

She stared at Yu Liang with a playful look in her eyes: "This man has a really sharp tongue and a really black heart—but I like him."

"If we could capture him and turn him into a specimen, listening to him curse every day would be a kind of fun."

Gu Santong was beaten black and blue, his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, and one of his shoes was nowhere to be found.

He seized a moment to shout up, his voice stern and harsh: "Traitor! Still watching the show! Come down and help!"

"If I get beaten to death, who will take responsibility for your eight million IOU?"

"Go ahead without worry!"

Yu Liang waved his hand with a righteous air, his face clearly showing the words "putting righteousness before family."

"Every year during Qingming Festival, your disciple will burn a few paper effigies of wealthy women for you, so you can continue your swindling in the afterlife! This burden is too heavy for your disciple to bear!"

"Yu Liang, you little bastard!"

Gu Santong was so angry that he yelled and screamed.

Seeing that his eldest disciple was unreliable, he hurriedly turned to look at the group of people from Zizhu Peak who were eating melon seeds on the other side, and a last hope ignited in his eyes.

"Bitterwood! Red Medicine! Third Brother! Sixth Brother! You heartless bunch! I raised you with my own hands, feeding you every drop of blood, and now you just want to watch me get beaten to death?"

"Help! Help me!"

However, all he received in response was a chilling tacit understanding.

With a blank expression, Ku Mu pulled out a measuring tape from behind his back and gestured at Gu Santong a couple of times.

"Master, I'll make you a top-quality, ancient, ebony sliding coffin later, so you can leave this world with dignity."

Hongyao held a pill that was still emitting eerie green smoke in her hand and shook her head with a regretful expression.

"Master, this 'Last Stand Pill' is still in the experimental stage. Taking it might cause the body to explode and die. It wouldn't be good if it injured any of our uncles who are currently in a bad mood."

"Your disciple would not dare to act rashly. In order not to cause trouble for the sect, please bear with it."

At the third watch of the night, he bury his head in the ground, leaving only his bald head sticking out like a giant potato: "I can't hear you, do not disturb."

Suddenly, the broken erhu in Guiku's arms produced a mournful and heart-wrenching melody.

As he played, he shook his head and said, "A terrible omen! Master, your disciple will now play 'The Grand Funeral Procession' for you."

The Supreme Edition, wishing you an early and peaceful journey to paradise.

Seeing this, even Blood Glaze of the Eclipse Moon Cult couldn't help but shake his head.

The blood-red jade ball in his hand spun rapidly as he exclaimed, "Everyone's a villain, yet fathers are kind and sons are filial—this Purple Bamboo Peak is even more formidable than our Eclipse Moon Peak!"

The cult is like a demonic cult.

"This is not a righteous sect, it's clearly a madhouse."

Gu Santong felt a mouthful of blood choke in his throat, and he almost died of anger from these traitors.

This isn't raising apprentices, it's raising a whole bunch of traitors!

Amidst the chaos and confusion, two figures remained motionless.

That was the eye of the storm, and also the most terrifying and oppressive spot.

Xuanweizi looked at Ji Hongxiu not far away.

Ji Hongxiu was also looking at him.

A vacuum zone was formed around the two of them, and even the flying debris was automatically crushed upon reaching this zone.

It turns out that the letter of severance was fake.

It turns out that the story of falling in love with someone else was fabricated.

It turns out that the five hundred years of hatred and the five hundred years of battle between good and evil were nothing more than a lie made up by that slovenly old Taoist priest for a few drinks and a little hush money.

It’s ridiculous.

It's so absurd it makes you want to laugh, cry, and even kill.

Standing on high ground, Yu Liang watched the farce unfold below, put the conch shell to his lips, and delivered his final concluding remarks.

His tone was full of mockery, as if he were enjoying the drama: "Exquisite! So exquisite!"

"Master, I always thought I was shameless enough, but I never imagined that in front of you, I'm just an innocent little rabbit!"

"Fellow disciples, do you see this? This is the top-level structure of our Qingxuan Sect!"

"A group of teenagers blinded by adolescent restlessness, plus an old scoundrel who talks a lot of nonsense for money, managed to turn an epic love story into a melodramatic family drama!"

"This melon is guaranteed to be ripe! This tuition fee was well worth it!"

The audience was silent.

Only Yu Liang's irritating voice echoed in the wind, repeatedly whipping the shattered dignity of the Qingxuan Sect's higher-ups.

The young disciples, watching their master roll and fight on the ground, had their idealized image of him shattered beyond repair.

Xiao Wufeng knelt on the ground, still retching. His worldview had collapsed. The so-called irreconcilable conflict between good and evil had actually originated from a chicken leg.

Ye Aotian took out a mirror, looked at his handsome face, muttered to himself, his eyes vacant.

"Fortunately, I only love myself — romantic love is too terrible, it will cloud my Dao heart — narcissism is the safest."

In the corner, Mo Yuan's pen was almost poking through the notebook.

She stared intently at Gu Santong, who was being beaten up, a chilling smile curving her lips.

"The villains who hinder the development of the relationship between the male and female protagonists—according to the logic of the story, they all deserve to die."

"This old man is an excellent experimental subject."