plumnovel Chapter 51 As long as I'm bad enough, even heavenly secrets must be revealed.
Chapter 51 As long as I'm bad enough, even heavenly secrets must be revealed.
Zizhu Peak exploded.
The morning sunlight was dimmed by the more than a thousand polished and waxed foreheads on the square.
A passing crane cried out in agony and fell, crashing headfirst into the protective mountain formation and dying.
"I understand." A disciple touched his cool scalp, his face full of holiness.
Long hair lay scattered at his feet, but he didn't even look at it, assuming it was just mud blocking the road.
"So the reason I couldn't break through for the past three years was because my skull was sealed." He burst into tears.
A disciple who hadn't gotten a number yet waved his spirit stone bag, his eyes red with greed: "Five hundred spirit stones! I'll buy your number!"
"Get lost! This is your ticket to the main road. Who are you trying to humiliate with your money?"
……
At the foot of the mountain, Su Xiu raised the price on the spot: "Junior Brother Wang, the Supreme Set Meal is eight hundred spirit stones."
"Wasn't it five hundred just now?"
"The Pig God just rolled over, bringing good fortune and changing the feng shui. We need to pay more."
Su Xiu didn't even lift her eyelids.
Snapped!
A bag of spirit stones was slammed heavily on the table, even stirring up a few ounces of dust.
"No need to look anymore! Just shave it bald! Ideally, thin out the scalp too, I need spiritual energy flowing straight to the top of my head!"
Su Xiu's mouth instantly stretched to her ears, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth.
"Alright! A distinguished guest! Master Pig, receive the guest!"
On a soft couch not far away, a pink pig lazily rolled over, revealing its pink belly.
This is a living advertisement.
This is the pinnacle of "hairless aesthetics".
……
Deep in the shadows of the main hall.
Yu Liang was paralyzed in a wheelchair.
Under the caress of the pig, the missing finger grew back, and the hearing was restored.
A thick layer of spirit stone powder was piled up around him.
He had exhausted 100,000 spirit stones, and the excruciating pain was tearing at his internal organs, but he remained expressionless.
The "Scars of Divine Retribution" covering his entire body are a bottomless pit, and the price of causal deception is terrifyingly high.
The body is like a leaky sieve, requiring a massive amount of resources to fill it.
Pig Grandpa lay down beside him, greedily catching the stale gas overflowing from Yu Liang's body, and let out a satisfied burp.
One person and one pig.
One consumes money to prolong its life, while the other cultivates by consuming waste gas.
A bizarre yet perfect internal loop.
"Yu Liang."
Su Xiu rushed in like a gust of wind and threw a heavy bag of spirit stones at Yu Liang's feet.
His eyes gleamed with greed, and he couldn't hide his worry.
"Those guys are on cloud nine right now, they'll come to their senses in a few days..."
"I can't get over it."
Yu Liang sneered:
"Once someone breaks through, that is the truth."
"Even if it's a coincidence, they'll fill in the gaps in their own logic."
"Besides, they'll fight tooth and nail to prove they're not stupid."
"That's human nature. The higher the sunk cost, the stronger the belief."
Yu Liang laughed like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.
"Shaving your head is just the appetizer."
He pointed to the huge mirage-like jade wall that had just risen at the mountain gate.
Amidst the flow of inspiration, illusions abound.
A mirage, whose key details are deliberately obscured by clouds and mist, yet whose subject is still easily recognizable, is being reflected repeatedly.
on the screen.
A certain inner disciple, who usually prided himself on being "pure and innocent" and having a firm Daoist heart, was clinging tightly to Pigsy's leg, crying his heart out, and pleading, "My wife, don't go, stay with me for three more lifetimes."
On the other side.
A senior sister, known for her "aloofness and detachment," was facing a withered, crooked old tree, wildly twisting her waist as she danced some ancient and wild courtship ritual, her eyes glazed over, completely entranced.
Although his face was blurred by the clouds, the unique luster of his natal magic weapon and the instantly recognizable sword tassel pattern were all blatantly proclaiming his identity.
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
A disciple who had just stepped onto the stone steps caught a glimpse of the scene on the jade wall. His face instantly turned from white to green, then to a deep liver color. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he immediately drew his sword and prepared to slit his own throat.
"Senior brother! Hold your hand!"
Su Xiu arrived as if by magic, holding a thick yellow book in her hands, smiling like a little fox who had just stolen a chicken.
"Dying is such a waste. Even if you die, your name remains, but this mirage won't go with you to the grave. Why not take a look at this—'The Edict of Severing Karma and Exorcising Demons'?"
She pointed a slender finger at the booklet and spoke rapidly:
"One thousand spirit stones, and the original image stone will be shattered on the spot. The past will be scattered with the wind, and the inner demons will be eliminated."
"With three thousand spirit stones, Purple Bamboo Peak made a heavenly oath to seal this secret and never reveal a single word of it to outsiders."
"Five thousand spirit stones, to form the 'Purple Bamboo Distinguished Guest' bond—in the future, if you ever suffer from qi deviation or become mentally unstable, our peak will provide a dedicated protector to cover up your disgraceful state with brocade, ensuring your reputation remains intact and your good name endures."
The disciple's sword froze at his neck.
He looked at himself on the jade wall, his buttocks sticking out as he kissed a pig's trotter, and then at Su Xiu, whose face said, "I'm doing this for your good."
"I'll buy it!!"
With a sob in his voice and trembling hands, he untied the storage bag from his waist and stuffed it into Su Xiu's arms.
"Give me a 'Purple Bamboo Distinguished Guest'! Destroy it!"
Purple Bamboo Peak has become a bottomless pit that devours spirit stones.
Yu Liang's eyes were icy. He didn't care about money; he cared about chaos. Only when the waters are muddy will the heavens look away.
Just then.
The crowd suddenly parted.
A chill is descending.
A disciple of Tianjian Peak walked up to the wheelchair, his eyes indifferent as if he were looking at a dead man.
He didn't speak.
She simply took out a brocade pouch from her sleeve and gently placed it on Yu Liang's knee.
"Greetings, Master."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The brocade pouch floated lightly, yet it exuded a terrifying sword intent. This was Tianjizi's challenge.
It was also an ultimatum.
Zhuge Yuan, the master of divination, finally made his move.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Yu Liang suddenly let out a shrill roar: "Fourth Senior Brother!"
Boom! The wall collapsed. Mo Ju emerged, dragging a dripping chainsaw, his single eye flashing blue light: "What is it?"
"nice one!"
Yu Liang nodded his chin toward the brocade pouch, feigning mystery.
"What that person left behind is said to be a supreme mechanical treasure newly developed by Tianjian Peak, called the 'Heavenly Craftsmanship Lock'."
Mo Ju showed no interest whatsoever.
Yu Liang added insult to injury:
He said this thing is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, while the puppet master techniques of our Zizhu Peak are nothing but scrap metal, which is an insult to our ancestors.
Om-!
The blue light in Mo Ju's single eye suddenly turned scarlet.
Insulting my physical body is tolerable, but insulting my skills is punishable by death.
"Bring it here!"
With an iron arm, he rolled up the brocade pouch and squeezed it tightly with his five fingers.
The brocade pouch shattered.
laugh!
A burst of sword energy shot out, faster than the sound of the wind.
when!
Sparks flew. Mo Ju's black iron skullcap was neatly sliced off, revealing the interlocking gears and runes inside his skull.
Quiet.
Mo Ju slowly raised his iron arm and touched his empty, cool head.
One-Eyed stared intently at the half of the skull on the ground, which was still emitting a burnt smell.
The gears inside the skull emitted a harsh, clicking sound.
This sword strike failed to strike at the root of the problem.
But insults are enough to shake one's resolve.
"Heavenly Sword Peak!"
A harsh, ear-piercing roar, like metal scraping against metal, shattered the few remaining glazed tiles of the main hall of Zizhu Peak.
"I'm going to squeeze all your brains dry and use them as lubricant!!!"
boom!
Mo Ju went berserk, dragging his chainsaw and spewing black smoke as he recklessly charged down the mountain.
As they passed the vegetable garden, the massive tractor tracks mercilessly crushed a seedling that their third senior brother, Tu Sangang, had planted.
"My child!"
Tu San emerged from the ground, clutching the flattened seedling, and let out a piercing scream.
"Mo Ju! I'm going to bury you and use you as fertilizer!"
Earth-elemental spiritual energy surged, the earth dragon overturned, and the entire Purple Bamboo Peak began to shake violently.
In a flash.
Hongyao, who was refining "ultimate potion" in the alchemy room, suddenly trembled.
Boom!
The oven exploded.
A giant pink mushroom cloud rose into the sky, carrying a hallucinogenic sweet fragrance, and once again enveloped Purple Bamboo Peak.
Chaos.
Everything is in chaos.
When madmen fight, the earth shakes and poisonous gas fills the air.
The outer disciples were so frightened that they ran down the mountain crying and screaming for their parents.
Yu Liang, sitting in his wheelchair, was jolted so badly he almost flew out of the wheelchair.
But he smiled.
He laughed so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face, mixed with blood and foam at the corners of his mouth, making him look particularly ferocious.
He looked up at the sky.
Amidst the chaotic storm of spiritual energy, the causal black line that had been faintly visible and seemed to be locking onto him became blurred due to the intense interference from below.
Finally, it disconnected.
"Trying to play dirty tricks on me?"
Yu Liang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes fiercer than a wild wolf's.
"I'm barefoot."
"If I'm bad enough, you can forget about playing this game peacefully."
……
Summit of Tianjian Peak
Deep in the clouds and mist, beside the chessboard.
Snapped.
A black stone that had just been picked up turned to dust at Tianjizi's fingertips.
He looked at the chaotic Purple Bamboo Peak reflected in the water mirror.
Looking at that scoundrel who used someone else to do his dirty work, who treated his warning like a grenade.
For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on that refined face.
It then transformed into a deeper, more chilling interest.
"Not a discarded pawn."
Tianjizi picked up a chess piece again.
It was made by grinding human bones, and it was eerily white.
"He's a troublemaker."
"Since we can't kill them, then..."
With a flick of his wrist, the chess piece fell to the ground.
It's not a killer move.
Instead, it's about feeding them tips.
"Since he likes collecting junk, turning scrap metal into treasure, and even using my assassins as fertilizer."
A cruel yet elegant smile curved at the corners of Tianjizi's lips, as if he were admiring a fly about to fall into a honey pot.
"Then I'll send him the biggest garbage mountain."
"Pass down the order."
Tianjizi's voice was indifferent, echoing throughout the seven peaks, devoid of any warmth or emotion, yet it instantly ignited the greed and killing intent of the entire Qingxuan Sect.
"Yu Liang of Zizhu Peak possesses discerning eyes and the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous. It is precisely the day that the forbidden area of Tianjian Peak, the 'Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords,' opens, a once-in-a-century event."
"After discussions with the sect leader, special permission has been granted... for him to enter together with the elites from each peak."
"The remnants of weapons, ancient sword intent, and even the souls of unclaimed swords that I have obtained..."
Tianjizi paused, then lightly tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, producing a crisp sound.
"All property belongs to the individual."
"The forbidden area is fraught with unpredictable dangers. If anything goes wrong, it is entirely up to your own fate. The sect will not be held responsible."
Praise to death.
Since you like chaos, then I'll elevate you to the highest position.
I'll smash you to pieces.