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

Fifteen minutes later.

In front of the gate of Zizhu Peak.

A chilling wind carried a sour smell as the procession assembled, resembling a parade of a hundred ghosts.

The eldest brother, Kumu, was frantically rubbing the coffin lid with his sleeve, with such force it looked like he was scrubbing someone's back.

His eyes were filled with fervor, as if he were ready to display some kind of great art of death to the world at any moment.

The third senior brother, Tu Sanzhi, exposed his bald head on the ground, adjusting the angle as he faced the sun, muttering to himself, "Insufficient sunlight... off-angle... only a fool could grow something like this..."

Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju's blue-glowing single eye hissed, dripping foul-smelling corpse oil onto its serrated edges.

Fifth Senior Sister, dressed as a masked woman, threaded a needle into thin air while humming a chilling tune, which terrified Su Xiu, who huddled to one side, clutching Pigsy.

The sixth senior brother, Ghost Cry, closed his two dark, hollow eyes and played the erhu with a stringless bow. There was no sound, yet a chilling aura pierced the soul, making one want to immediately find a belt and hang oneself.

The most dangerous one was Second Senior Sister Hongyao, who was holding the big black pot that had just been used to cook the "Yin Yang Spicy Ascension Pot," dipping her food in the green broth and tasting it with a blissful expression.

Yu Liang stood on the bluestone, striking the white bone club in his hand with a crisp sound.

His face was deathly pale, the karmic backlash was frantically draining his life force, but the ghostly fire in his eyes burned ever brighter.

"Wake up, everyone! Stop sleepwalking!"

The white bone club pointed straight at the sky, Yu Liang's voice was hoarse, carrying a ruthless, reckless energy.

"Only three days!"

"The main peak will come to raid our homes in three days, and we'll all have to go dig coal! At that time—"

The bone club suddenly pointed at the bitterwood.

"Senior Brother! Your precious 'Corpse-Raising Coffin' will be chopped up and used as firewood to roast sweet potatoes for the outer disciples!"

The Bitterwood Zombie's face changed drastically: "Roasted sweet potatoes? That's a desecration of the art of death!"

The bone staff turned to Mo Ju: "Fourth Senior Brother, your mechanical arm will be dismantled and turned into scrap metal, sold to a blacksmith to make cheap kitchen knives!"

Mo Ju's one eye flashed red light: "Vulgar! I'll shatter their logic!"

"Fifth Senior Sister, they're going to untie your threads and skin you to make lanterns!" Yu Liang added fuel to the fire.

"ah--!"

The painted skin screamed, needle and thread dancing wildly: "Anyone who dares touch my thread, I'll sew their mouth to their ass!"

"And the third one!" Yu Liang kicked the mud next to Tu San. "They'll level this place and build an outhouse! We'll have to smell shit every day! They'll make sure you, this seed, sprout in a cesspool!"

rub!

Tu San, carrying soil with him, roared: "Who dares to defecate in my territory? I'll suck it dry and use it as fertilizer!"

Anger is burning.

Madness is brewing.

Yu Liang nodded in satisfaction and pressed his hands down lightly.

"Very good, keep this anger going. Even if it's a pile of shit, we'll smear it on the enemy's face for the sake of dignity!"

"Remember, we're here to 'reason' with each other. Follow my instructions and get to your positions!"

He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the red medicine.

"Second Senior Sister, bring the props. I want that kind of medicine that makes you bleed from all seven orifices, causing a horrific scene, but it won't kill you. I want a visual feast."

Hongyao excitedly pressed forward, pulling out a black bottle bubbling with acid: "'Nine-Turn Resurrection and Death Powder'! It causes chaotic spiritual energy, cracked skin, and bleeding from all seven orifices. Aside from excruciating pain and a terrifyingly ugly appearance, it has absolutely no fatal side effects!"

"pain?"

Yu Liang looked at the bottle of poison that seemed to writhe like a living thing, and a mad smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Senior sister, we're so poor we're almost out of clothes, what are you afraid of? As long as we don't die, go all out! Bring me a whole bucket!"

Hearing this, Su Xiu felt a chill run down her spine, clutched her money bag, and screamed, "Madman! This is practically suicide!"

"That's called initial investment! You can't catch a wolf without risking your life, and you can't even get food without risking your life."

Yu Liang ignored Su Xiu and turned to look at Mo Ju.

"Fourth Senior Brother, I need a vehicle. The kind that looks like it'll fall apart at any moment, creaking and groaning with every step. The wheels have to be square! And it has to creak and groan when you sit on it! Can you make it?"

Mo Ju's single eye flashed with blue light: "Structural collapse aesthetics? Interesting. Half an incense stick's time."

"Third Senior Brother, on the way to the main peak, I want the grass and trees within a radius of ten feet to look like they are mourning, and the flowers to wither! I want them to look like they are wailing."

Tu San nodded and said slowly, "Simple, drain their life force. I'll make them wither in a very 'artistic' way."

"Sixth Brother, change the tune on the erhu. We're going there to play the victim, not to cause trouble."

Yu Liang held a skeletal figure in his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like a psychopath.

"I want that kind of tune... the grief and indignation of 'The Poor Ghost' combined with the despair of 'The Man Died Before He Spent His Money,' and then a touch of the desolation of 'The Widow Visits the Grave'... making people want to cry, want to hang themselves, and feel that not giving money is utterly immoral!"

Ghost Cry's empty eye sockets seemed to light up: "A mournful sound that strikes straight to the soul, I understand."

Finally, the grand finale: the stylist's skin-painting.

Splash!

Yu Liang ripped open his collar, revealing the hideous black mark of divine retribution on his chest.

Every crack was writhing, frantically devouring his remaining life.

"Fifth Senior Sister, add more to this. I want everyone to think I'm an unparalleled hero who went mad for the sake of the sect. I want to be breathtakingly beautiful and tragically pitiful."

The masked man trembled with excitement as he pulled out a row of bone needles and scarlet paint: "Leave it to me! Junior brother, this sense of fragmentation, this beauty of imperfection... I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

Gu Santong, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

He didn't even notice that the wine from the gourd had spilled all over his crotch.

This kid... is he going to take his whole family to the entrance of the main peak and throw a tantrum?!

This is hardly the work of a cultivator.

This is clearly a group of highly trained thugs!

Each member has their own role and clear division of labor, covering everything from visual and auditory to psychological offensives, leaving no blind spots!

"Disciple, will this... will this work?"

The old Taoist priest was a little guilty. "Those old guys on the main peak are very concerned about their reputation. If we do this, won't we get blasted to smithereens by the mountain-protecting formation?"

The cold bone needles pierced Yu Liang's skin, the pain making him tremble, but the flames in his eyes burned brighter and brighter.

He turned his head, and a ferocious yet confident smile appeared on his half-human, half-ghost face.

"Master, there is only one kind of person in this world who is truly invincible."

"Who is it?"

"Shameless person."

Just then, Mo Ju pushed over a creaking, twisted wheelchair.

Yu Liang plopped down on it, and the sensation was indeed intoxicating, like sitting on pins and needles.

He took the large bucket of "death powder" handed to him by Hongyao and gulped it down.

The medicine went down the throat.

It was like swallowing a red-hot knife.

His facial features instantly contorted, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed perfectly onto his chest, making the gruesome scene even more realistic than the painted skin.

"Good medicine!" Yu Liang wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and praised.

Hongyao cupped her hands around her heart, gazing in ecstasy, "Ah~ even the way Junior Brother coughs up blood is so captivating! One more sip, let the blood flow even more joyfully!"

"Save some to throw up on the way!"

Yu Liang suddenly waved his hand, and his tattered Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag about to go into battle.

"As long as we're bold enough, the main peak will be our logistical support!"

"As long as your knees buckle, you'll find a father figure everywhere!"

"They care about their reputation, so let's give them that—as long as they pay us!"

"Let's go! To the main peak, to beg for food!"

Su Xiu was dumbfounded.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone who, on their very first day of joining the sect, led all the senior brothers and sisters of the entire mountain to extort money from the sect leader.

She clutched the abacus tightly and followed at the back of the group.

Looking at the figure in front of her, sitting in a broken wheelchair, his face painted like a vengeful ghost, surrounded by a group of lunatics, she suddenly felt that this liar might really be able to make a hole in the sky.

Moreover, money would tumble out of that hole.

"It's out...it's about to be out..."

The group, large and imposing, exuding a powerful demonic aura, headed straight for the main peak of the Qingxuan Sect.

Wherever Tu San passed, all the flowers withered instantly.

The ghost wailed as it played the mournful erhu, the sound waves visibly distorting the air.

Bitterwood carried the coffin to clear the way, while painted skin floated in the air scattering paper money.

Hongyao cried and sobbed all the way, as if her husband had died.

This is a parade of a hundred ghosts called "Begging for Food".

……

Meanwhile, at the main peak, Tianjian Peak, the Golden Summit Hall.

An elderly man with a white beard sat in a high position, listening to the report from his disciples below.

"Sect Leader, there's been no movement from Purple Bamboo Peak. They're probably running out of money to pay their debts and are preparing to flee."

The old man snorted coldly, picked up the spirit tea, took a sip, and looked dignified.

"Run? You owe the sect a debt, you'd better pay it back no matter where you run. Notify the Enforcement Hall, the moment the time comes, immediately seal off Zi..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom!

Boom!

Squeak—crunch—!!

A strange, mournful erhu sound, loud enough to give a living person a stroke, mixed with the muffled sound of bones striking a coffin, suddenly pierced through layers of clouds and the protective mountain array, heading straight for the Golden Summit Hall!

The sound was extremely terrifying.

It was so tragic, like eight hundred widows wailing in my ear at the same time, or like countless wronged souls accusing the world of injustice.

Even the spiritual energy in the main hall was shaken and became disordered.

"puff--!"

The old man's hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled all over him, even scalding his beard.

He suddenly stood up, looking out of the hall with surprise and uncertainty.

"What the hell is that?!"

"What kind of monster dares to wail in the sacred grounds of our sect?!"