plumnovel Chapter 31 As long as I'm bad enough, even the King of Heaven can't judge me.
Chapter 31 As long as I'm bad enough, even the King of Heaven can't judge me.
This is a blatant, rogue-like scheme.
Xuanweizi's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Good tactic."
"The debt can be deferred. But how will the interest be calculated? The sect is not a charity. If an eight million hole sets a precedent, I will not be able to face our ancestors."
The voice just fell.
Yu Liang, who was barely breathing just a second ago and looked like he was about to meet the King of Hell, suddenly sprang up from his wheelchair.
There was no prelude of a final burst of energy, only the terrifying horror of a zombie rising from the dead.
He raised his hand to wipe away the white foam and black blood from the corner of his mouth.
Those eyes were no longer cloudy at all.
He held up three fingers that were still trembling.
"Three years of interest waived."
The main hall erupted in chaos.
Qin Mian's beard trembled with rage: "Outrageous! Not only are you defaulting on your debt, but you also want interest-free? Do you think this Golden Hall is a marketplace? This kind of scum should be thrown straight into my alchemy furnace and turned to ashes!"
"snort!"
Dugu Ao turned his head away with disgust: "These shameless acts have tainted my sword spirit. Sect Leader, why not let me kill these clowns with a single sword strike! I, Hidden Sword Peak, will repay one-tenth of Purple Bamboo Peak's debt! I only ask that the main hall be restored to peace!"
"Wow, Senior Brother Dugu has quite a fierce aura."
Liu Ruyan shrank back in disgust: "But these filthy things are really an eyesore. Look at the bloodstains all over the ground and... ugh, that puddle of pig urine. Let's get rid of them quickly, or we'll get a sty if we look at them for even a second."
Yu Liang didn't even glance at these clamoring big shots.
His gaze was fixed intently on Xuanweizi.
That was the look of a desperate gambler staring at the house, filled with a ruthless greed.
"Not only is it interest-free."
Yu Liang was panting heavily, the black crack on his chest writhing like a worm with excitement. He pulled out a ferocious yet alluring smile.
"Sect Leader, you need to lend us another 500,000 spirit stones."
"How many?!"
Tie Wuqing's eyes widened.
"Five hundred thousand! As the 'starting capital for thoroughly investigating the Heavenly Dao' for Purple Bamboo Peak!"
Yu Liang roared back hoarsely, spittle flying everywhere, completely embodying the attitude of someone who has nothing to lose.
"We've already borrowed eight million, what's another five hundred thousand? Zizhu Peak is a mess right now. We have no money to buy materials, no money to repair equipment, and that eight million is a dead debt! Only by investing more money can we produce results and make this plan work! This is called sunk cost, do you understand?"
He slapped the floor, the sound echoing throughout the hall:
"You'll get your principal back with interest in three years!"
Xuanweizi leaned forward, his imposing aura crashing down like a mountain: "What if you still refuse?"
Yu Liang's eyes hardened: "If you can't pay it back, you can use my life to fill this hole!"
"What good is your worthless life!" Qin Mian was furious.
Ouyang Ye suddenly leaned out halfway, staring intently at Mo Ju's still smoking mechanical arm.
"Life is worthless, but that half-human, half-ghost mechanical art is quite interesting. The structure is ingenious, and although it's an evil art, it has its unique features. If we can't repay the debt, we can use this mechanical doll as a laborer in the weapon-making workshop; that would be acceptable."
Mo Ju's single eye flashed red, and the serrated knife in his hand emitted a humming sound that craved blood.
He was calculating the hardness of Ouyang Ye's neck.
"That pig isn't bad either." Man Gu licked his thick lips, his gaze fixed intently on the pig in Su Xiu's arms, who was still pretending to be dead. "It survived the Thunder Tribulation, its physical body... tsk tsk, if it's to pay off a debt, I'll take this pig."
Yu Liang remained silent as everyone divided the spoils.
He simply turned his head and gave Hongyao a look.
Hongyao grinned.
That smile was alluring yet tinged with madness.
She picked up the large, black pot, inside which a thick, green soup was bubbling away.
"Oh dear... my arms are so sore, I can't hold it anymore."
Hongyao gave a coquettish laugh and deliberately flicked her wrist.
The large pot tilted, as if it were about to splash water onto the golden nanmu pillar next to it.
"If this pot of 'Heart-Eating Soup of Ten Thousand Poisons' spills, this main hall will probably need a complete renovation... I heard these pillars are quite expensive, right? If even the foundation is eroded through, won't a corner of the main hall collapse?"
Sizzle—!
A few drops of soup splashed onto the gold brick.
The incredibly hard gold was instantly corroded, creating a deep pit, and a ghastly green toxic smoke rose up.
Liu Ruyan, who was nearby, screamed, her protective spiritual light flashing wildly: "Madman! There's corpse energy in this poisonous smoke! Quickly activate the ventilation array!"
Dugu Ao's sword was already half an inch out of its sheath, exuding a chilling killing intent.
But Tianjizi, who had been keeping his eyes closed, pressed down on his wrist.
"Don't move."
Tianjizi squinted, his fingers rapidly spinning several ancient bronze coins as he stared at the eerie green light in the red medicine pot, his expression grave.
"That poison...something's not right. It's a mixture of the five poisons, corpse demons, and some kind of rule power. If it explodes, the core of this hall's defensive array might be instantly corroded, creating a gap. These lunatics came prepared."
Xuanweizi watched this scene, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
That's terrible.
tough enough.
Shameless enough.
This was exactly the knife he wanted.
"make a deal."
Xuanweizi raised his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force suppressed everyone's restlessness.
A heavy storage bag flew out, arcing through the air, and landed in front of Yu Liang.
"Interest-free for three years. Consider this 500,000 as my personal 'investment' in you." Xuanweizi leaned back, resuming his placid demeanor. "Yu Liang, remember your words. If you can't repay it in three years..."
"You don't need to lift a finger!"
Yu Liang grabbed the storage bag, didn't even glance at it, and tossed it behind him with a flourish.
But he was shouting:
"Xiuer, take this! This is our life-saving money!"
Snapped.
Su Xiu caught it steadily.
The terrified crying stopped abruptly.
She quickly untied her storage bag, took out a spirit stone, and put it in her mouth.
"Boom!"
Su Xiu covered her cheek, her eyes gleaming: "It's real! No fakes! I almost broke my tooth!"
She then stuffed the storage bag into her bosom and protected it tightly, her wary eyes fixed on the elders as if she would bite anyone who dared to look at her too much.
Yu Liang got up from the ground.
He dusted off his backside, straightened his tattered Taoist robe, and a fawning smile instantly bloomed on his face.
"Sect Leader, you are righteous! Sect Leader, you are merciful!"
He bowed deeply to Xuanweizi, bending at a ninety-degree angle, his voice so loud it resonated throughout the entire hall:
"The entire Purple Bamboo Peak wishes our Immortal Sect Leader eternal happiness and longevity! You are our rebirth, our only beacon in the darkness! How wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"
Having said that, he straightened up, swung his white bone club like a victorious general:
"play music!"
In the corner, Sixth Senior Brother Ghost Cry blinked his blind eyes, seemingly rolling them back.
squeak--
The erhu tune suddenly changed.
It's no longer the agonizing "The Poor Ghost's Wrongful Deeds" that made you want to hang yourself; instead, it's been replaced by the festive "Good Fortune Comes."
However... with that broken erhu with only one string and the eerie fingering of the ghostly wailing, this originally festive piece still sounded sinister.
"withdraw!"
Mo Ju pushed the creaking wheelchair past.
Yu Liang plopped down on the chair and crossed his legs.
Kumu expressionlessly hoisted the coffin blocking the door, Hongyao carried the still-smoking poison pot, and Tusan burrowed into the ground like a groundhog.
Su Xiu carried the still-feigning-death Pig Master, clutching the huge sum of money in her arms tightly with one hand, and followed at the back of the group.
As they walked, Su Xiu could be heard muttering softly, "We've struck it rich... This time we've really struck it rich... Even if we get poisoned to death, it'll be worth it..."
The group walked out of the Golden Roof Hall in a grand and unrestrained manner.
Just like when they arrived, they were oblivious to everyone else, unrestrained, and all of them were villains.
Only the peak master and elders of the first hall remained, looking at each other with faces as ugly as if they had swallowed flies.
The pool of black blood on the ground was still sizzling, as if mocking their incompetence.
"Sect Leader, are we just going to let them go like that?"
Iron Heartless gritted his teeth.
He looked down at the gradually drying pig urine stain on his shoe, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the sword bulged.
"This is utterly disgraceful to the sect! Yu Liang is clearly a scoundrel!"
"Otherwise what?"
Xuanweizi withdrew his gaze and looked at the broken golden pillar on the ground, his eyes deep.
"Do you really want to see him die in the main hall? At that time, you, Tie Wuqing, will be the sinner who forced your disciple to his death, and the reputation of Qingxuan Sect will collapse as a result."
"But……"
"Some bad debts can only be collected by bad people."
Xuanweizi said meaningfully, his fingers gently stroking the handle of his whisk.
"Yu Liang is rotten to the core, and ruthless to the core. He knows he doesn't have long to live, so he dares to gamble every day as if it were his last. This kind of person is a double-edged sword, but also the best cleaner."
"This investment might... be worthwhile."
……
outside the hall.
The sunlight was so bright it hurt your eyes.
Once out of the sight of those old monsters, Yu Liang, in his wheelchair, swayed violently, his face turning deathly pale.
"puff."
A trickle of real black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The consequences of karma are not an act, and poison is not something you drink for nothing.
The sharp pain in his chest reminded him that he had snatched another day back from the clutches of death.
First hurdle passed.
But these 500,000 spirit stones are both a lifeline and a death warrant.
"As long as your knees are weak, you'll find your father everywhere."
Yu Liang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered inwardly, and his eyes revealed a ruthless glint.
"As long as I'm bad enough, you can't judge me."
He squinted at the desolate, graveyard-like peak of Zizhu Peak in the distance, a playful smile curving his lips.
We won this round.
But the stakes for the next round will probably be much more than just a puddle of pig urine.
"Let's go, senior brothers and sisters!"
Yu Liang shouted, and the white bone club pointed straight at the sky.
"Let's go back and investigate... no, let's thoroughly explore the Dao! Let the cultivation world see what 'the way it should be' really means!"