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

The two gilded palace doors swung open with a resounding boom.

A wave of foul stench, mixed with the stench of corpses, dregs of medicine, and swill surged in, instantly dispersing the ambergris incense in the hall.

A foul wind, a mixture of the stench of corpses, stale medicine residue, rancid swill, and the earthy smell, forcefully took over the air in the entire hall.

Liu Ruyan, the master of Baihua Peak, covered her nose and gagged.

Dugu Ao, the master of Cangjian Peak, snorted coldly, "Vulgar."

Only Ouyang Ye, the master of Shenji Peak, stared at Mo Ju's creaking mechanical arm, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The Beast Peak Master, Man Gu, twitched his nostrils, his gaze fixed on the pink pig in Su Xiu's arms, which exuded the aura of lightning tribulation.

However, these "shameful" guys didn't have time to pay any attention to the big shots' disdain.

Kumu, carrying the black coffin, sized up the elders' heights and dimensions; Hongyao, her fingertips dipped in the poison from the edge of the pot, looked dazed.

Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju pushed that wheelchair that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.

The single eye of the mechanism was fixed on the pure gold dragon pillar in the main hall.

He had already mentally calculated how to dismantle and monetize it.

The third senior brother, Tu San, with only one bald head showing, rubbed against the ground.

His root-like fingers dug into the expensive gold bricks, muttering, "The soil is too hard; it won't nourish the roots."

Fifth Sister, dressed in a colorful costume, had exaggerated blush painted on her faceless face.

She held up a still-dripping red vein thread and gestured to a female disciple.

The female disciple rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

The back of the line.

The blind sixth senior brother cried like a ghost, holding a lone erhu in his arms.

There seemed to be illusory crows circling overhead.

He single-handedly transformed the magnificent palace into a gloomy burial ground.

As for that old rogue, Gu Santong?

They've long since disappeared and are nowhere to be found.

"Yu Liang of Purple Bamboo Peak greets the Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Liang, who was in a wheelchair, was "thrown" out like mud and crashed heavily onto the gold bricks. His hands gripped the cracks in the bricks, and his fingernails broke.

"Sect Master! Help me—!"

That shrill and piercing cry, combined with the mournful glissando of the erhu, sent chills down one's spine.

Tianjizi, who had kept his eyes closed, slightly opened them, made a calculation with his fingers, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "A dead end, a tangled web of cause and effect."

Just as Elder Tie Wuqing of the Enforcement Hall was about to lash out, he was choked by what happened next.

Yu Liang struggled to lift his head, his face covered in blood and tears, the writhing black mark of divine retribution on his chest a shocking sight.

He cried out in a trembling voice, "Purple Bamboo Peak has been without food for three days! To save spirit stones for pursuing the Dao of Heaven, our eldest brother is gnawing on coffin lids, our second sister is eating toads, and even Pig Lord has started eating dirt!"

Piglet let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Hmph—!"

Xuanweizi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Was this stage set up a little too quickly?

"Enough!" Peak Master Qin Mian slammed his hand on the table, looking with heartache at the gold bricks marked by Tu San's digging. "This is the main hall of the Qingxuan Sect! Paying back debts is an ironclad rule. Stop playing the victim!"

"In debt?"

Yu Liang suddenly propped himself up, tearing his tattered robe with a ripping sound, revealing his body covered in jet-black causal cracks.

A gambler's ruthlessness blazed in his eyes as he pointed to his chest and roared, "Where do you think that eight million went? Was it for eating, drinking, and having fun? We poured it into the bottomless pit of the 'Great Dao'! We paved a bloody path for the Qingxuan Sect!"

He turned around abruptly.

Withered fingers pointed at the crowd behind him, his aura even surpassing that of the Nascent Soul stage experts present.

Why is Senior Brother Kumu sleeping in a coffin?

"He's researching 'Eternal Corpse Path,' so that his disciples can continue to kill enemies even after death!"

Ku Mu straightened his back in agreement, patted the coffin, and said to Qin Mian in a low voice:

"Master Qin's forehead is dark. If you book a coffin, you'll get a 20% discount and a free massage with corpse oil to ensure a peaceful passing."

Qin Mian's face turned ashen.

The teacup in my hand shattered into dust with a "crack".

Yu Liang twirled his finger.

Why did Second Senior Sister Hongyao concoct poison?

"That's 'feeding oneself with poison,' all in pursuit of an elixir that renders one immune to all poisons!"

Hongyao chewed up a centipede and showed the green juice from the corner of her mouth to Liu Ruyan: "Peak Master Liu, this is a newly developed 'Corrosive Rejuvenating Cream.' It will cause your face to rot for three days, and the new skin will be softer than a baby's. Want a bite?"

Liu Ruyan's face paled, and she nearly unleashed her natal Gu poison.

Why did Third Senior Brother Tu San plant himself in the ground?

"He's exploring the 'unity of human and plant' to solve the sect's expenses for fasting pills!"

Tu San finally pried open the gold brick, and smelled the soil with delight, saying:

"No nutrients... I need to fertilize..."

As he spoke, he reached for his belt.

Tie Wuqing's forehead veins bulged as a burst of spiritual energy forcefully pressed down on his hand.

"And what about Fifth Senior Sister's disguise! Doesn't she have any shame?"

"No! She's shameless!"

"She abandoned her own beauty, solely to find the most perfect physical form in the world, to mend the flawed Heavenly Dao of her sect!"

The needle tip of the painted skin drew close to Dugu Ao.

"Senior brother, your expression is too stiff. How about I sew a smile onto your face? It only takes three stitches..."

Clang!

The longsword in Dugu Ao's bosom was drawn three inches from its sheath on its own, its sword aura chilling.

"You monster, stay away from me!"

"Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju is even exploring the ultimate creation of flesh and blood and mechanical puppets!"

Yu Liang kicked over the wheelchair and roared in grief and anger.

"This is the path we must take!"

"In our pursuit of the ultimate truth, we lived like ghosts, racking up huge debts and sacrificing our dignity and bodies!"

"But now, the sect is going to force a meritorious official to his death for a mere spirit stone?"

"Is there any justice in this world?!"

In the corner, Ghost Cry's withered, chicken-claw-like fingers suddenly exerted force.

squeak--! ! !

The erhu's sound instantly rose in pitch.

The cuckoo cries blood, and wronged souls demand their lives.

The echoing sound waves, combined with the cracks on Yu Liang's chest, the green juice at the corner of Hongyao's mouth, and the coffin made of bitter wood, evoked a sense of absurd yet profound tragedy.

Many inexperienced disciples on the main peak had tears in their eyes, and public opinion took a bizarre turn.

Elder Tie Wuqing, the head of the Enforcement Hall, had a livid face.

He had been in charge of punishments for many years and had never seen such a shameless and chaotic scene.

This is clearly sophistry!

It's extortion!

It's spiritual pollution!

"Nonsense!"

Tie Wuqing roared, unleashing his early-stage Nascent Soul power.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course! Stop playing tricks! Men, seize them all!"

Clang! Clang!

Several disciples of the Enforcement Bureau drew their swords and stepped forward, their blades gleaming coldly.

"What a perfectly justified thing to do!" Yu Liang laughed wildly, his wounds bursting open, black blood seeping into the ground. He pulled out the "Nine-Turn Resurrection and Death Powder" given to him by Hongyao, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Since the sect only values ​​money and not life, I will repay this debt with my life!"

He tilted his head back, and the deadly poison entered his throat.

"Junior brother! Good appetite!" Hongyao clapped and cheered from the side. "This is aged poison, isn't the aftertaste a little bitter?"

"Yu Liang! You're insane!" Su Xiu screamed.

In an instant, Yu Liang convulsed, foaming at the mouth with greenish-white foam, and roared as he crashed into the golden pillar of the main hall like a cannonball.

"Don't move! Let me see the limits of the robotic arm!" Ouyang Ye, the master of Shenji Peak, was filled with fervor and did not stop him.

Thud! A muffled sound. Yu Liang's forehead slammed heavily into Mo Ju's outstretched iron palm, and the long-neglected mechanical arm snapped off, its parts scattering everywhere.

Yu Liang collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Dead...dead..."

Su Xiu rushed forward carrying Pigsy, kneeling beside Yu Liang. Sparks flew as she flipped the abacus, wailing, "Sect Leader! Peak Masters! You forced him to his death! Death absolves all debts, this eight million is just a bad debt! Waaah... my money..."

A mess.

These two words are a hundred times more lethal than Yu Liang's lengthy discourse.

Qin Mian's face twitched; this was his biggest nightmare.

Su Xiu suddenly looked up and threw the pig she was holding at Tie Wuqing's feet: "We don't want money! This pig is our only asset, take it to pay off our debts!"

Pigsy landed and rolled his eyes.

He played dead with exceptional professionalism.

Followed by.

Nourishes—

A stream of heat gushed out from between Pig's hind legs.

With an indescribable pungent smell, it was precisely poured onto Tie Wuqing's spotless cloud boots, who was about to step forward.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

In the center of the main hall, the scene was so absurd that it was worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Qingxuan Sect:

A "corpse" foaming at the mouth was lying in the crack of the gold bricks.

A village girl was crying and shouting "Bad account!" while holding an abacus.

A pink-skinned pig was sticking its butt out when it peed on the elder's foot.

There was also a group of madmen surrounding them who threatened to dismantle the main hall and sell it as scrap if they weren't stopped.

Tie Wuqing looked down at the water stains on his shoes.

My whole body was trembling.

The murderous intent almost solidified into a tangible form.

"Good pee!"

The Beast Master of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, Man Gu, slapped his thigh hard, making the chair creak, and his eyes gleamed.

"Golden in color, smell... hmm? This pungent odor carries a pure yang energy, and a hint of sulfur?"

"This pig urine...it's a treasure!"

Liu Ruyan could no longer hold back and gagged.

"Barbaros, how disgusting are you!"

Dugu Ao closed his eyes, as if looking at him even once more would taint his sword heart.

Only Tianjizi, the peak master of Tianjian Peak, looked at the urine stain and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The deadlock has been broken.

This mortal's methods are truly dirty...it's astonishing.

He's not just defaulting on his debts, he's kidnapping someone.

He used his worthless life to kidnap the sect's assets of eight million spirit stones.