plumnovel Chapter 38 Although I lack manners, I have a moral high ground.
Chapter 38 Although I lack manners, I have a moral high ground.
A white light hung overhead, and Li Changfeng stood on the void, the Haoran Jade Ruler in his hand rippled outwards.
As the ripples swept across, the outer disciples who had been wrestling in a chaotic melee seemed to have their spines removed, freezing in place, their faces filled with shame as their eyes cleared.
"What...what am I doing?"
"Senior Brother Zhao, I was just bewitched..."
The chaotic magnetic field was forcibly corrected, and order was restored.
This was a relief for others, but a disaster for Yu Liang.
"vomit--"
Yu Liang slumped in his wheelchair, his stomach churning violently.
That pure, orderly, and morally fastidious "righteous spirit" was more poisonous than arsenic to him, who was operating "Everything Can Be Played".
Unable to absorb the chaotic energy, the "Scar of Divine Punishment" on his chest began to violently backfire, causing him so much pain that he wanted to curse.
"Spreading heresies and confusing the minds of my fellow disciples."
Li Changfeng looked down at Yu Liang, his jade ruler pointing directly at Yu Liang's brow.
His eyes held a look of pity, yet concealed a chilling murderous intent.
"Today, I will act as the sect leader and clean house."
Without further ado, the Haoran Ruler shone brightly, transforming into the phantom of a majestic mountain.
This strike does not harm the physical body, but specifically shatters the soul.
He wanted to turn this scoundrel into a drooling idiot through regret and self-reproach.
"It's over! It's over! I'm really going to turn into a dead pig this time!" Su Xiu was so scared that she dropped the brick and tried to drag her wheelchair away, but she was frozen in place by the pressure and couldn't move a single finger.
Yu Liang gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Righteousness? Morality? Are you trying to crush me with these ideas?
Suddenly, a burst of madness, like a final burst of light, erupted from Yu Liang's cloudy eyes.
Since you insist on talking about morality, then I'll strip you naked!
"Ah Tuo! Come here!"
At the kitchen doorway, an alpaca watching the show gracefully flicked its neck.
"Pooh."
A glob of thick phlegm traced a crystal-clear parabola and landed precisely on Yu Liang's lips.
Taking advantage of this nauseating feeling, Yu Liang forcibly reversed his energy, and with an overwhelming sense of righteousness, he suddenly pulled out a pink storage bag from his pocket.
That was what Pigsy bit off Li Changfeng's waist during the chaos.
With his divine sense forcefully breaking through the restrictions, Yu Liang grabbed a yellowed notebook and loudly read aloud:
"March 3rd, sunny!"
"Today, Junior Sister Li was washing her feet by the stream, wearing a pale yellow dress. Her ankles were so white, even whiter than the Haoran Ruler in my hand. I hid behind a rock and watched for three whole hours, my legs were numb from squatting, but my heart was burning with desire..."
The sound was amplified by spiritual power and spread to every corner of Purple Bamboo Peak.
Li Changfeng, suspended in mid-air, blushed, his imposing aura faltered, and his voice trembled: "Shut up!"
Why would Yu Liang stop?
His fingers moved so fast they left afterimages as he turned the pages, and his mouth moved as swiftly as a machine gun.
"April 5th, rain!"
"Senior Sister Zhao sweated a lot while practicing her sword today. While she was changing, I secretly picked up her handkerchief to wipe her sweat. In the dead of night, I smelled the sour scent on the handkerchief and found it to be the most wonderful fragrance in the world. I couldn't help myself..."
"Wow--!"
Among the crowd, several female disciples turned pale and vomited.
The gaze that had been filled with admiration for Li Changfeng instantly turned into disgust, as if he were a maggot.
Li Changfeng trembled all over.
The gentlemanly image he had painstakingly cultivated for twenty years has collapsed.
It collapsed to pieces, leaving not even a trace.
An intense, tangible sense of shame erupted from him.
That was a negative energy even purer than murderous intent; it was the despair brought about by "social death."
"Such a...pure flavor!"
Yu Liang's chest wound was like a starving ghost seeing flesh, frantically devouring this negative energy.
The shriveled veins instantly filled up, even swelled up.
Li Changfeng's legs went weak, and cracks appeared in the Haoran Ruler in his hand: "No...it's not real..."
He covered his face, trying to escape, but found his legs were as weak as noodles.
"It's not over yet!"
Yu Liang looked like an inflated balloon, his skin glowing with an eerie purplish-red hue.
I'm so full, I need to release some energy.
"Senior Brother Li, this move will utterly ruin your reputation!"
Yu Liang opened his mouth and spat out.
boom--!
A grayish-brown column of gas shot out with a deafening roar, soaring straight into the sky.
The Haoran Ruler shattered into pieces, and Li Changfeng flew backward like a kite with a broken string, disappearing into the depths of the valley.
The air was filled with an indescribable sour and burnt smell.
The entire room fell silent.
All the outer disciples stared wide-eyed at the man sitting in a wheelchair, his body emitting white smoke.
What kind of technique is this?
What kind of monster is this?
"Run!!"
Someone shouted out.
The group of cultivators who had just been shouting for battle now wished they had more legs, and they scrambled down the mountain as fast as they could.
Physical injuries can be healed, but who can withstand mental torment?
"Don't run! Leave the storage bag behind!" Su Xiu brandished a brick and was about to give chase, but the group of people ran faster than rabbits.
As the sun sets, Zizhu Peak is left in a mess.
Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju crawled out of the ruins, picked up a fragment of the Haoran Ruler, and his single eye flashed with a fanatical blue light: "Moral... kidnapping... good material..."
Night falls.
The dinner that Atuo prepared for everyone was a stew.
Su Xiu found quite a few bargains and was in a good mood, so she went to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy some discounted vegetables.
"Eat up, you'll have the energy to keep ripping people off." Su Xiu served Yu Liang a large bowl of dark, mushy porridge.
Yu Liang was extremely hungry.
Although the "jet" during the day was exhilarating, it also completely drained my body.
He picked up the bowl and started slurping the contents into his mouth.
In the corner, Ah Tuo chewed on a carrot, his dead fish eyes sweeping over the pot of vegetables, a hint of disdain flashing across his face.
The food is poisonous.
Increase the dosage of the muscle-softening powder.
It was under a small insect hiding in the shadows.
But as a chef with professional ethics, he would never waste ingredients.
So it spat three mouthfuls of saliva into the pot.
Mythical Beast Talent - [Taste Deception].
The toxic structure is broken down, transforming into the ultimate... spiciness.
Yu Liang felt something was wrong as soon as he took the first sip.
It's not hot, it's deep-fried.
boom!
A terrifying heatwave exploded in my stomach, rushing down my esophagus and straight to the top of my head.
Red steam instantly spewed out from all 36,000 pores on the body.
"Water...water..."
Yu Liang clutched his neck, his face as red as a monkey's bottom, tears and snot streaming down his face.
What the hell does this taste like?
辣？
No, this is pain!
It's fire poison!
The fire poison, transformed by Atuo, surged wildly through the riddled meridians.
An ordinary person would have been burned to ashes long ago, but who is Yu Liang?
He's a scumbag who treats his meridians like highways.
[No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility!]
Driven by instinct, the cultivation technique began to operate wildly.
Instead of burning his meridians, the fire poison acted like lubricant, polishing his meridian walls until they shone with a dark red glow.
Yu Lianggang returned to his room.
"Hehehe..."
A tall, thin black figure emerged from the shadows.
Snake Man, a renowned master of cunning and deception in the outer sect.
Looking at Yu Liang, whose face was flushed and who was trembling all over, the snake-man licked the poisoned dagger in his hand: "Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be knocked down by my muscle-weakening powder. Five hundred spirit stones are mine."
The dagger was close to his throat.
Yu Liang was seething with anger at that moment.
He felt like he was about to explode and needed to find a way out.
Just as the snake man approached, ready to cut off his head...
Yu Liang suddenly looked up.
Open your mouth.
ha--!!!
No nonsense, just a single breath.
But this breath contained A-Tuo's divine beast saliva, mutated fire poison, and Yu Liang's murderous rage.
A visible crimson stream of air, like a high-pressure flamethrower, splattered directly onto the snake man's face.
Sizzle—!
Like hot oil poured on raw meat.
"Aaaaaah! My eyes! My face!!"
The snake-man let out a piercing scream, clutching his face and rolling wildly on the ground.
That wasn't a simple burn; it was burning.
It was so spicy that his eyes felt like they were going to burst, his respiratory tract swelled up, and he was instantly overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation.
"It's so spicy! So spicy! Water! Give me water!"
The snake man screamed in agony as he buried his head in the mud, trying to ease the burning sensation deep within his soul.
Su Xiu ran out with half a steamed bun in her hand, staring dumbfounded at the snake man rolling on the ground and then at Yu Liang, whose mouth was spitting fire.
"Yu Liang..." Su Xiu swallowed hard, instinctively taking a step back. "You... can kill with your breath now?"
Yu Liang slumped weakly in the chair, exhaled a puff of black smoke, and pointed at the snake-man on the ground who was no longer moving and whose body was exuding the aroma of roasted meat.
"Exquisite".
He said hoarsely, "This is called... Sichuan-style spiritual energy."
On a rooftop not far away, A-Tu arrogantly raised his chin.
Foolish humans will never understand how to appreciate the nuances of high-end cuisine.
However, Yu Liang did not relax. He felt that after the "Heavenly Punishment Mark" on his chest absorbed this fire poison, the originally pitch-black crack edges were faintly tinged with a strange golden-red.
That's not a sign of healing.
That was... something far more terrifying, awakening within him.