plumnovel Chapter 21 As long as your knees are weak, there are fathers everywhere.
Chapter 21 As long as your knees are weak, there are fathers everywhere.
The newly added "existence" is as thin as a cicada's wing. Forget deceiving heaven, it would be difficult to even fool a living person.
Yu Liang has never left the gambling table in his entire life. As long as he has chips in his hand, even if he only has a pair of underwear left, he dares to go all in.
A flying sword whistled overhead, pressing down with overwhelming force.
Before the sword energy arrived, the ribbon in Su Xiu's hair snapped, sending her long black hair flying wildly.
The piglet in the girl's arms let out a loud cry, buried its head tightly in the girl's arms, and trembled.
Yu Liang's eyes sharpened, and he prepared to fight to the death—
boom!
The clouds tore apart, and a blue gourd the size of a millstone, with a thick patina, crashed down like a meteorite.
"Bang--!"
The three arrogant inner disciples of the Qingxuan Sect were instantly swatted away in mid-air, without even a chance to scream.
"Who's the fool who dares to run wild on my turf?"
A figure staggered and fell.
His clothes were disheveled, he reeked of alcohol, and one of his boots was facing forward while the other was facing backward.
The mad old man didn't even glance at the pile of "human flesh tomato sauce." His cloudy, yellowish eyes were now frighteningly bright as he stared intently at the muddy puddle at his feet.
This is the center of Huanglong Zhenren's self-destruction of his golden elixir.
It was also Yu Liang who used the law of cause and effect to erase the existing "crime scene".
Ling Qingxuan gripped the broken sword tightly, staring warily at the madman who had suddenly appeared.
The old man squatted down, extended a withered finger covered in black mud, and dipped it into the muddy mess mixed with pig urine, fragments of golden pills, and charred remains from lightning tribulations.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the three people and the pig, he put his finger in his mouth.
Smack, smack.
Close your eyes and savor the memory.
"vomit……"
Su Xiu covered her mouth tightly, her face deathly pale, her stomach churning: "Is this old man starving? That's a pig..."
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his wrinkled face trembling, like a drug addict who had gotten what he wanted.
"This taste... the burnt smell of heavenly tribulation... powerful! The bitter taste of shattered golden core... rich and full-bodied!"
The old man suddenly buried his head in the ground and took a deep breath, his voice trembling:
"And there's another... a 'Daoist aura' that transcends the Three Realms and is outside the Five Elements!"
That was the remnant of the laws left by Yu Liang's causal fraud, and the world's rejection of him, the illegal immigrant.
But in the eyes of Gu Santong, this "Daoist fanatic," this was a sacred place where the Great Dao manifested!
Swish!
The old man suddenly turned his head, his gaze instantly locking onto the three people in front of him.
First, glance at Ling Qingxuan.
"Too much killing intent, it can shorten one's lifespan; a substandard product."
Then they passed by Su Xiu.
"A pure soul, but nothing more; mediocre."
Finally, his gaze settled on Yu Liang.
At this moment, Yu Liang had just undergone "causal reshaping," and his skin was covered with fine and hideous black cracks, like a porcelain doll that had been broken and then clumsily glued back together.
Those are scars on the law, evidence of illegal immigration.
Gu Santong was stunned.
He reached out his hand shakily, trying to touch the cracks.
"Beautiful...so beautiful...this is a physical body torn apart by the Great Dao! A primordial Dao embryo! A living primordial Dao embryo!"
Yu Liang was stunned for a moment.
The obsidian stone, which had been held behind his back and meant to be used in a desperate struggle, slipped silently from his hand.
The brain is calculating frantically:
We can't beat them.
But this old man... is blind.
Moreover, he is a blind man with terrifying strength and a unique way of thinking.
He didn't care about Huanglong's death, only about this so-called "Taoist rhyme".
"Master Gu!?"
In the distance, the young man in brocade robes who was leading the group struggled to his feet in the mud pit.
Half of his face was smashed by the shockwave from the wine gourd, and he spat out a mouthful of broken teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and terror.
"Are you insane? I am Zhao Wuji of Heavenly Sword Peak! Although that good-for-nothing Huang Long is only an outer sect deacon, he is still a member of my Qingxuan Sect! These mortals dared to collude with this Foundation Establishment female cultivator, forcing Huang Long to self-destruct. This is a slap in the face to our Qingxuan Sect!"
The female cultivator next to her also scrambled to her feet, clutching her swollen cheek, and echoed in a shrill voice:
"That's right! Master sent us to investigate the unusual activity of the Earthly Fiends, but we never expected it to be caused by these few ants. Uncle-Master Gu, it's one thing if you don't help us, but why are you turning against these culprits..."
"Shut up!"
Gu Santong impatiently picked at his ear, then slapped it across the air with his other hand.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Zhao Wuji spun three times in the air, and his other face swelled up like a pig's head, making it symmetrical now.
"Slap in the face? You bunch of good-for-nothings still have the nerve to mention face?"
Gu Santong's eyes were cold as he pointed at the puddle of pig urine mixture on the ground:
"A Golden Core stage outer sect deacon was forced to self-destruct by two mortals and a half-dead Foundation Establishment junior, his head even soaking in pig urination. This kind of trash, his death saves the sect food!"
"But..." the female cultivator wanted to argue.
"That's bullshit!"
Gu Santong spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, landing directly at the female cultivator's feet:
"You three inner sect elites actually have the nerve to attack these mortals? Aren't you ashamed! Get out of my way! Don't get in my way!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes turned sinister as he stared intently at Yu Liang before gritting his teeth and retreating.
"Alright! Since Senior Uncle Gu intends to protect these few ants, this disciple will immediately return to report to Master! Let's go!"
The three of them hurriedly took off on their swords.
Yu Liang's heart sank.
Oh no, not only have we killed the young ones, but we've also attracted an even more troublesome bunch of adults.
These three inner disciples were clearly not as easily fooled as that Master Huanglong, and their backgrounds were much deeper.
But he showed no sign of it on his face; instead, his mind raced.
Now that Gu Santong has driven the people away, we must cling to this powerful figure to the end!
Gu Santong shooed away the flies, turned to look at Yu Liang, and his expression instantly switched to that of a kind old father:
"Kid..."
Gu Santong rubbed his hands together, pointing to the terrifying black cracks on Yu Liang's body: "Do your injuries... hurt?"
opportunity.
The only way out.
Yu Liang's originally straight spine seemed to have had its bones suddenly removed, and his eyes instantly turned red.
Without any preamble, without any hesitation.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud.
Yu Liang knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground covered in sharp pebbles, leaving it bloody and raw, making a loud thud.
"Master, please!"
That cry was piercing and tragic, as if a long-lost orphan had finally found his father.
The knife in Ling Qingxuan's hand slammed into the back of her foot with a "clang." Ignoring the pain, she stared in disbelief at the scene.
Just a moment ago, this guy dared to scheme against a Golden Core cultivator, so arrogant that he wanted to tear a hole in the sky, but now he's kneeling so smoothly.
Su Xiu's jaw dislocated, and the pig in her arms rolled its eyes.
The girl curled her lip and scoffed inwardly: This liar is about to start his act again. I wonder if he can swindle something of real value this time.
Yu Liang didn't care at all.
Moral integrity? How much does it cost per pound?
As long as I can live, I'd kneel down and call you master, or even ancestor.
He crawled over on all fours, grabbed Gu Santong's leg, wiped his snot and tears all over the old man's trouser leg, and said in a trembling voice:
"From a young age, I aspired to the Dao and admired the prestige of the Qingxuan Sect. However, my fate has been fraught with misfortune; I was framed by treacherous individuals, and my foundation for cultivation crumbled!"
Yu Liang raised his head.
His face, covered with black cracks, was filled with determination and love, and tears streamed down his face.
"Today, seeing the immortal master arrive riding on the clouds, I feel as if I have seen my reborn parents! These wounds all over my body do not hurt!"
He patted his chest, speaking of the excruciating pain of karmic retribution with great bravado:
"This is the Great Dao's test for my disciple! As long as I can enter the Immortal Master's sect, even if I am shattered to pieces, I will gladly accept it! It's all about 'hearing the Dao in the morning, and dying content in the evening!'"
Gu Santong was stunned.
He had seen people wanting to become his apprentices in his entire life, but he had never seen anyone so sincere!
Look at that level of understanding! Look at that level of awareness!
This crack is not a wound; it is proof of his deep love for the Great Way!
"Good! Good! Good!"
The old man laughed wildly, helped Yu Liang up, and wiped his snotty nose as he did so.
"Not only is his talent extraordinary, but his shamelessness... oh no, his respect for his teacher is also deeply admirable!"
Yu Liang seized the opportunity to stand up, pointed in the direction where Zhao Wuji and the other two had disappeared, and immediately turned the tables, his voice filled with extreme grief and indignation:
"Master! Those people who claimed to be fellow disciples wanted to use my 'Innate Dao Embryo' to refine medicine! They even wanted to turn me into medicinal dregs and feed them to the dogs! They said that even if you came, you would still have to collect my corpse!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Santong's hair practically stood on end.
Alchemy?
Using the innate Dao embryo to refine medicine?
This is a waste of resources! This is a desecration of the Great Dao! This is desecrating the ancestral graves of Gu Santong!
"Those few brats!"
Gu Santong was so angry that he trembled all over, pointed at the horizon and cursed loudly:
"Zhao Wuji, is it? Tianjian Peak, is it? Daring to touch my disciple... Don't let me catch them next time, I'll break their flying swords and use them as 'shit sticks'!"
Although he was cursing fiercely, he did not chase after them.
A glint of light flashed in Yu Liang's eyes.
It seems that this old madman doesn't have absolute power in the sect, but that's enough.
Conflicts create opportunities for opportunists to take advantage of the situation.
Gu Santong put his arm around Yu Liang's shoulder, took the large gourd from his waist, and stuffed it into Yu Liang's arms.
It was heavy, filled with the aroma of wine and a murderous aura.
"Good disciple! From this day forward, you are the personal disciple of the Purple Bamboo Peak of my Azure Profound Sect!"
Gu Santong patted his chest, spittle flying everywhere:
"In this mortal realm, if anyone dares to touch a hair on your head, I'll pluck out their golden core and stomp on it!"
Yu Liang held the huge gourd of wine, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
Su Xiu rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Well, he's tricked another big one."
Three wolves left, and a mad tiger arrived.
The first piece has finally been placed on the chessboard of the cultivation world.
Before Yu Liang could even catch his breath, he suddenly heard Gu Santong mutter in a low voice, a chilling excitement in his tone:
"My good disciple, now that you've become my disciple, finally someone can try my hundreds of experimental medicine formulas."
Yu Liang's smile froze instantly.