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

Squeak—crunch—!

That wasn't music.

That's a dull saw grinding against the top of the head, an iron brush scraping away the brain matter.

Countless pitch-black vengeful crows exploded out of thin air, their pupils crimson.

On the rooftop, the blind sixth brother was playing "ghostly wailing" with complete absorption.

Two lines of bloody tears trickled down the dead man's face.

"Sending you on your way...sending you all on your way..."

Su Xiu covered her ears tightly and curled up on the ground.

Blood seeped from between his fingers, and his whole body convulsed.

The souls of mortals are too light; this voice is about to rip her soul out of the top of her head.

Yu Liang forced down his stomach acid, grabbed two leg bones, pointed at the roof, and cursed:

"Stop! Stop right there!"

"It's awful! It's absolutely fucking awful!"

"Sixth Senior Brother, is this a funeral or a death warrant? You have no professional ethics whatsoever! How can the guest depart peacefully and with dignity?"

Ghost Cry's hand suddenly froze.

The noise stopped abruptly.

The dead man's face was full of confusion, his empty eye sockets staring at Yu Liang.

"The dead...shouldn't we hear mourning? The more tragic the better...the more tragic...the more it shows filial piety..."

"shallow!"

"This is a disgrace to the industry!"

Yu Liang struck the edge of the coffin with a bone club.

Boom!

What is death?

"This is the last time I'll give this shitty world the middle finger!"

"It's liberation! It's freedom! It's a celebration where you don't have to pay debts or worry about what others think!"

Yu Liang stood with one foot on the coffin lid, his expression fanatical.

Hidden in his sleeve, he twisted his thumb and forefinger together forcefully.

My fingertips feel slightly warm.

In that instant, a striking strand of white hair appeared at his temple.

Cause and effect have shifted.

"He finally died, and you're still crying for him? You should be celebrating! You should be wild! You should be so happy the coffin lid can't contain their joy!"

"You have to tell the King of Hell that this guy came down smiling!"

"Rhythm! That's the rhythm I need!"

Thump! Thump! Snap!

The white bones struck the black coffin, creating a highly aggressive, rebellious drumbeat.

Boom boom boom boom.

"Come on! Follow my rhythm! Play your broken erhu faster!"

The ghost was stunned by the wailing.

This subversive aesthetic of death was like a thunderbolt, splitting open his muddled mind.

The bowstring is pulled.

No longer wailing.

Instead, it was a rapid, bizarre, yet inexplicably adrenaline-pumping fast-paced rhythm!

Squeak squeak squeak—caw caw caw—

The vengeful crows that were originally attacking began to flap their wings in unison to this demonic rhythm.

"Yes! That's the taste!"

Yu Liang swung the bone club.

Even Kumu, who was standing next to him, started shaking uncontrollably with his right leg.

He muttered to himself, "Wonderful...this is the vitality a corpse should have..."

Under the moonlight, a group of madmen were partying around a coffin.

Just at the height of this chaotic dance of demons.

A pale shadow pressed against Yu Liang's back.

A chill seeped into my bones.

A needle used for embroidery silently pierced the skin on the side of Yu Liang's neck.

"Junior brother, your cracks are so beautiful..."

Fifth Sister's voice was plaintive, tinged with a morbid obsession.

"Let me stitch you up a few times... just a few stitches..."

The needle tip penetrates three-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

Yu Liang didn't dodge. Instead, he grabbed the rouge box, turned around, and stared directly at the faceless man.

"Senior sister, your biggest regret is that you're too 'flat-chested'!"

"How can a blank sheet of paper reveal the layers of life?"

The painted skin's hand paused.

"Don't use the knife, use the pen!"

Yu Liang opened the rouge box, dipped his fingertip in the red rouge, and applied it directly to the pale skin.

"Here, the highlight! Make it bright!"

"You have to capture that sense of world-weariness—a blend of 'three parts indifference, three parts cynicism, and four parts nonchalance'!"

"The lips must be red, as vibrant as if you've just eaten a dead child!"

After a while.

The painted skin held the bone mirror.

Looking at her own three-dimensional, glamorous self in the mirror, exuding a sophisticated decadence, she let out a sharp and satisfied laugh.

Before Yu Liang could even catch his breath...

A strange fragrance wafted over.

"Very nourishing..."

A bright red dress came into view.

Second Senior Sister Hongyao rushed over carrying a bubbling black pot.

The soup was purplish-black, several toads were swimming on their backs, and half a centipede was hanging twitching on the side of the pot.

"Junior brother! You're too weak!"

Hongyao grabbed Yu Liang's wrist. "This is the 'Dragon and Tiger Ascension Foundation Building Soup'! The earth dragon swallows earth milk, the heavenly tiger absorbs thunder and fire, and it's been enhanced with three catties of arsenic! Drink it and you'll establish your foundation on the spot! Guaranteed to keep your erection invincible!"

As he spoke, he shoved the spoonful of green, bubbly liquid into Yu Liang's mouth.

Su Xiu was so frightened that her face turned green.

She hugged Pigsy and shrank back.

Yu Liang looked down at the spoonful of viscous liquid.

His thumb moved rapidly inside his sleeve.

Causal perception

Drinking it will cause blood vessels to burst, blood to flow from all seven orifices, and the person to explode on the spot like fireworks.

Refusing to drink: is seen as "disrespectful," and is forced to drink, resulting in choking to death.

Dead end.

This soup is definitely not poisonous; every single ingredient is incredibly expensive.

But the problem is, this energy is too violent!

Snapped!

Yu Liang slapped the spoon so hard it knocked it over.

The soup sizzled as it hit the ground.

Suddenly, clusters of eerie purplish-black mushrooms sprouted from the ground, only to wither and turn to ash in an instant.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Yu Liang is even crazier than her.

Pointing at the pot, he was heartbroken:

"Senior Sister! Are you concocting medicine? You're wasting the precious resources of heaven and earth!"

Hongyao was stunned by the shout.

Holding an empty spoon, her eyes welled up with tears of grievance, and she nervously tugged at her hair.

"Waste it? I... I couldn't bear to eat it..."

"The medicine is good, but do you even know what 'yin and yang harmony' means?!"

Yu Liang spat all over Hongyao's face.

"The earth dragon is extremely yin, the heavenly tiger is extremely yang; you've mixed them all together, creating a dead end!"

"Drinking this soup won't make you ascend to heaven, it'll just make you explode on the spot! This soup is too 'unique'! It lacks any outlet or release!"

"Then... what should we do?"

Hongyao trembled with heartache.

"Save them!"

Yu Liang snatched Su Xiu's bundle away.

Like a mad chef, he grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and a handful of Sichuan peppercorns.

"My Sichuan peppercorns..." Su Xiu screamed in despair.

"Shut up! Double the compensation!"

Yu Liang waved his hand.

The bright red seasonings poured into the pot of dark purple broth like a waterfall.

Whoosh!

"Use spiciness to break through its 'stagnation'! Use heat to dispel its 'blockage'!"

"This is called 'fire borrowing the wind's power, and wind fueling the fire's might'! Blow open those blocked meridians!"

"Master, do you have any strong liquor? Pour it in! Liquor is the best of all medicines, and the best solvent!"

Gu Santong's enormous wine gourd flew over at some unknown time, pouring out a stream of clear, cool wine.

As the strong liquor was poured into the pot, flames shot into the air.

boom!

Flames soared into the air, the spicy and savory aroma overpowering the medicinal scent.

Yu Liang took a deep breath.

Fingertips rubbed intensely inside the sleeve.

Cost paid.

He needs to precisely calculate the position of each peppercorn and the force of each stir in order to break down this "super tonic" into a "nourishment" that ordinary people can tolerate.

Nobody noticed.

His left arm is becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fingertips, palms, wrists...

It disappeared little by little into the air.

Yu Liang's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, but the light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.

"Lord Pig! Let's try the food!"

The pig, who had been pretending to be dead, couldn't resist the aroma.

With a somersault, it rushed to the edge of the pot and caught a piece of centipede meat that had splashed out.

Go, go, go.

Piglet let out a loud burp.

Its entire body was bright red, and two streams of white steam were emanating from its ears.

His once-shriveled belly swelled up like a balloon, exuding an explosive sense of power.

It didn't explode?

Hongyao's eyes lit up.

Trembling, he scooped up a toad leg covered in chili oil and stuffed it into his mouth.

boom!

The spiciness is like fire, instantly igniting the mouth and turning into a warm current that washes over the limbs and bones.

The erysipelas that had accumulated in my body was expelled through the spicy sweat!

"It's connected...it actually connected..."

Hongyao's face turned bright red, and she let out a groan of extreme pleasure.

"Awesome! This is the medicine! This is the way!"

"Just enjoy it!"

Yu Liang stepped onto a stone.

Although his legs trembled slightly due to the passing of his lifespan, he still adopted an air of dominance over the world.

"Don't just stand there!"

"This is called the 'Yin Yang Spicy Ascension Pot'! If we don't come soon, the pigs will eat it all!"

On Purple Bamboo Peak.

An absurd scene unfolded, one that would be recorded in the annals of the cultivation world.

A zombie carrying a coffin, a bald man planted in the ground, a puppeteer with an iron body, a faceless woman with bright red lips, and a blind man playing the erhu.

A group of madmen, feared by outsiders, sat around a bubbling black pot.

Sweating profusely, he rinsed the priceless medicinal centipede and toad.

Their lips were swollen, but they exclaimed that they were having a great time.

Su Xiu huddled in the corner.

Watching Yu Liang calmly pick up a piece of overcooked Ganoderma lucidum and stuff it into his mouth, I despaired and took a bite of my dry steamed bun.

"Madmen...they're all madmen..."

Hongyao hugged Yu Liang's arm tightly, her eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

"Junior brother! You're a genius! You're my soulmate! From now on, you can take as much medicine as you want from your senior sister! All you can eat!"

Without making a sound, Yu Liang pulled his left arm, which was now completely transparent and undetectable to others, out of her arms.

He grinned, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Exquisite".

"Senior sister, since we're family, could you please stop with all this nourishing stuff? It's so easy to get a nosebleed."

In the shade of the roof.

Gu Santong, carrying his wine gourd, looked down at the scene below where the demons danced wildly yet inexplicably harmoniously.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard.

That mortal boy.

Sitting beside the coffin, eating enough tonics to burst a Golden Core cultivator, he commanded a group of madmen.

They actually... survived.

"That's interesting."