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

Chapter 91 Shocking Revelation: So This Is the Real Xiao Genius

Yu Liang is a gambler and understands Liu Ruyan, a sophisticated egoist, best.

The interception of the banned drugs was, at most, a loss of flesh for that old hag.

But the comment "the pink bib is dirty" was the poison that pierced her heart.

That old hag definitely won't sit still.

Hidden in his sleeve, the rusty sword named "Qiongqi" vibrated like a rutting engine, dragging Yu Liang and Pig Master deeper into the Valley of Broken Souls.

There was a stench that drove swords mad.

That is the forbidden area where Tianjian Peak and Baihua Peak meet—the Cold Pool.

cold.

The malevolent energy was so dense that it was impossible to disperse, and the drifting ghost fire froze into eerie blue ice shards in mid-air.

The heavy fog pressed down on the water's surface, like a moldy shroud, suffocating all life.

Yu Liang lay on a protruding rock at the edge of the cliff, switching his breathing to a turtle-like rhythm.

The pig next to him also quieted down, as if it had fallen asleep.

Yu Liang activated his "Causal Vision," his gray-white eyes piercing through the corpse-shrouded mist and fixing on the center of the icy pool.

There is a man there.

Bare-chested, half his body submerged in the icy pool water.

The surrounding water surface did not freeze; instead, it boiled and churned due to the terrifying heat emanating from its body.

Xiao Wufeng.

The white moonlight in the dreams of all the female cultivators of Qingxuan Sect, known as the coldest sword on Tianjian Peak.

At this moment, his back was ramrod straight, his muscles were as hard as iron, and he was as pale as a corpse.

He used the cold pool to suppress the restless sword energy within his body, his whole being resembling a fierce weapon that had been sheathed but was still trembling.

"Splash!"

With a soft murmur of water, a figure descended under the moonlight.

A red dress trailed on the ground, her shoulders half-exposed, her eyes and brows exuding the charm of a mature woman, and... a certain chilling majesty.

The master of Hundred Flowers Peak, Liu Ruyan.

Yu Liang's pupils constricted slightly.

There's something off about the style of these two.

Without exchanging pleasantries with fellow Daoists, Liu Ruyan stood on the shore, looking down at them with an expression as if she were examining a subpar, unsatisfactory product.

"Feng'er."

This sound was soft and sweet, yet with a hint of something more.

Xiao Wufeng slowly opened his eyes in the pool.

Those eyes, usually calm and expressionless, were now surging with suppressed fervor.

He didn't say anything, but just leaped out of the water with a splash.

Barefoot and wet, he walked up to Liu Ruyan.

Then—

Kneel on one knee.

The movements were precise and devout, as if they were kissing the toes of a deity.

Yu Liang felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this the legendary Supreme Being's Forgetfulness of Emotions?

Forgot my ass!

This is clearly a case of forgetting one's brain while still in the womb!

The scene was too beautiful for him to bear, but the photographic stone in his hand honestly adjusted its focus.

"Ruyan, what brings you here so late at night?"

Xiao Wufeng's voice was hoarse but calm.

Even kneeling, the arrogance of a prodigy remained, only subdued into absolute obedience before Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan didn't say anything, but turned and walked towards a hidden cave on the cliff.

That was Xiao Wufeng's forbidden zone, where even a fly would be cut in half if it flew in.

But at this moment, Xiao Wufeng followed like an obedient big dog, soaking wet, not even bothering to put on his clothes.

Boom!

The stone gate closed.

Yu Liang crouched down and slipped past the wall.

The rusty sword in his hand trembled violently.

It was hungry.

For it, the private cause and effect of such a top-level powerhouse is like a grand feast.

"Don't rush, this is a huge meal, you'll be stuffed."

Yu Liang bit his fingertip and smeared a drop of his blood onto the sword.

The rusted sword rang out, its tip pressed against the crack in the stone door.

Silently, like a hot knife cutting butter, the restriction was slit open with a tiny hole the size of a pinhole.

I leaned closer to look.

The next second, Yu Liang almost gouged out his own eyes.

There was no bed for intimate moments or dual cultivation techniques inside the cave.

There is only one high platform.

Liu Ruyan sat upright on it, playing with a snakeskin whip that gleamed with a faint light in her hand.

Xiao Wufeng, who was known as "the one sword whose light chills nineteen provinces," was kneeling below the stage.

Where will you be at midnight tonight?

Liu Ruyan twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, her tone languid yet concealing murderous intent.

Xiao Wufeng lay prostrate on the ground, trembling: "I've been in the icy pool the whole time. I haven't left even a step."

Liu Ruyan narrowed her eyes, her fingertips tracing the newly added whip marks on his back.

After a long silence, he let out a cold laugh: "It seems you really don't know."

Xiao Wufeng looked up blankly: "Ruyan... what happened?"

"Something happened?"

Liu Ruyan tightened her grip on the soft whip, her eyes filled with malice. "Someone intercepted my goods. They used your sword intent. They spoke in your tone."

Xiao Wufeng's pupils shrank sharply: "My sword intent blends the remnants of the Sword Demon of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb with the coldness of the Supreme Dao of Forgetfulness. No more than three people in the entire sect can imitate it to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing—"

"Yeah?"

Liu Ruyan leaned down, her red lips close to his ear, each word piercing his heart.

"The man snatched the medicine and left a message behind."

"He said... that pink undergarment is dirty. It needs to be washed with these Blood Spirit Pills."

boom!

These words struck Xiao Wufeng like a thunderbolt.

stiff.

blank.

Pink... bellyband... wash it...

Besides him and Liu Ruyan, who else in this world knows that secret?

Yu Liang held his breath, waiting to see Xiao Wufeng break through his defenses.

However, Xiao Wufeng did not panic or burst into tears.

His pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, his body stiffened for a moment, and then a suffocating chill erupted from him.

That was murderous intent born from extreme rationality.

"So it was him."

Xiao Wufeng slowly exhaled, his voice as cold as ice shards.

Liu Ruyan raised an eyebrow: "Do you know who it is?"

Xiao Wufeng stood up and stopped kneeling.

At this moment, he reverted to his former self as the chief of Tianjian Peak, whose calculations were flawless, with a glint of deduction in his eyes.

"Able to imitate my sword intent and use such despicable means to disgust me... There is only one variable in the entire sect."

Xiao Wufeng turned around, his gaze turning sinister as he looked into the void, as if locking onto someone through the darkness of the night.

"Yu Liang."

He clenched his teeth as he pronounced the name.

"It's him! That scum from Purple Bamboo Peak! Only he knows... only he saw him at the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Ruyan's eyes: "That rogue from Purple Bamboo Peak? He has that kind of ability?"

"Never underestimate any piece, especially a crazy piece like this that jumps off the board."

Xiao Wufeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the violent rage surging within him due to shame.

"Since he dared to reveal this trump card, he's declaring war on me. He has dirt on me, and he has dirt on you. He wants to be the dealer."

"What should we do then?"

"kill."

Xiao Wufeng straightened his robes, his face expressionless, as if the person who had just knelt down was not him.

"It won't take three days. Tonight, I'll go to Purple Bamboo Peak and take his head..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yu Liang, who was eavesdropping outside the cave, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Oh no, I've gotten myself into this mess.

Why isn't Xiao Wufeng playing by the rules?

Shouldn't a normal villain be mortified and lose their common sense when their secret is exposed?

How come this guy's IQ seems to be on the higher end?

This isn't just a pervert with "masochistic tendencies," this is clearly a calm madman!

"This is not a place to linger!"

Yu Lianggang wanted to retreat.

However, the rusty sword "Qiongqi" hidden in his sleeve refused to cooperate.

The causal threads between the two people inside the cave, intertwined with "forbidden love," "shameful secrets," and "overwhelming killing intent," were an unparalleled delight for Rusty Sword.

It hasn't eaten enough, how can it leave?

The rusty sword suddenly sank downwards.

"Click—"

The rocks beneath their feet, already fragile from the pressure of cause and effect, collapsed under the rusty sword's "tiger pouncing" strike.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Yu Liang, along with the rock, slid down the ventilation shaft like a cannonball.

Gravitational acceleration, plus the rusty sword's "I need to eat" diving force.

"Holy shit, you Qiongqi!!!"

"Clang!"

A loud bang, and dust flew everywhere.

Yu Liang landed in the center of the secret room in an extremely undignified manner—face down, buttocks sticking up.

Right in front of Xiao Wufeng and Liu Ruyan.

At this moment, Xiao Wufeng had just pulled his head out from under Liu Ruyan's skirt.

It was only 0.01 centimeters away from Xiao Wufeng's astonished face.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

An awkward, suffocating atmosphere filled the air.

For an ordinary person, they would already be dead by now.

But Yu Liang is a shrewd person.

He launched himself into the air in a fraction of a second, dusted himself off, and straightened his tattered Taoist robe, which reeked of pig manure.

then.

He took out a photo-recording stone and gave the two dumbfounded people a bright, almost punchable smile.

"I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment."

Yu Liang pointed to Xiao Wufeng kneeling on the ground, and then to Liu Ruyan, who was high above him.

His tone was sincere, as if he were conducting an academic discussion:

"I was just passing by and accidentally slipped."

"By the way, could I ask Senior Brother Xiao for some advice...?"

boom!

The string of "reason" in Xiao Wufeng's mind snapped.