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

Chapter 78 Talking about feelings hurts money, talking about money... Help!

"Don't forget!"

Yu Liang lunged at Su Xiu.

Fingertips ran through the girl's slender shoulders.

There is no tactile sensation.

There is no temperature.

Like a gentle breeze, it swept past the willow catkins.

Logical erasure takes effect.

The Heavenly Dao determines: No such person found.

The confusion in Su Xiu's eyes spread rapidly. She frowned, patted her shoulder as if brushing away non-existent dust, and then turned to leave.

Behind them, the "madman team" of Zizhu Peak also stopped what they were doing.

It was like a collective hysteria.

The person named Yu Liang is being physically erased from their minds.

cold.

It's not the temperature that's cold, but the chill that's been stripped away.

Yu Liang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of this silent and insidious formatting.

In this messed-up world of cultivation, love will disappear, hate will fade, only interests and debts are the eternal anchors!

Since feelings can't keep you together, let's talk money!

As Yu Liang watched the retreating figures turn away, he mustered the last tremor of his soul and unleashed a heart-wrenching roar:

"Su Xiu!!! Senior Brother!!! Senior Sister!!!"

"I owe you eight million!!!"

"No drug trials yet! No amputation! No skin stitching! No being used as fertilizer! No eating Ah Tuo's swill yet!!!"

"Wailing ghost! The final payment for your funeral is still outstanding!!!"

His voice was hoarse and cracked, shattering against the deathly silence of Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Eight million".

The moment those three words entered my ears.

Su Xiu, who had already stepped one foot out of the threshold, suddenly froze.

That's a money-grubbing instinct ingrained in one's bones, a supreme obsession that transcends the laws of nature.

Immediately afterwards, keywords such as "drug trial," "leg amputation," "fertilizer," and "final payment" ignited the deepest desires in the minds of the madmen.

Squeak-!

A sickeningly loud, tooth-grinding sound of strings scraping suddenly rang out.

The broken erhu in Guiku's hand, which was originally flowing with a soothing low melody, suddenly rose eight octaves and turned into a shrill shriek like a vengeful ghost demanding repayment.

next second.

The confusion in Su Xiu's eyes was instantly replaced by a fierce, overwhelming "debt collection" glint.

The confusion in Hongyao's eyes transformed into fervor at the sight of the peerless white mouse.

The mechanical eye of the ink ju flashed red light, and the serrated blade roared wildly once again.

The memories are coming back.

It's not because of love, it's because of that damned karma that hasn't been repaid yet!

"Yu Liang!!!"

Su Xiu suddenly turned around and grabbed Yu Liang’s illusory collar.

Although they missed their target, the fierce energy they exerted locked onto Yu Liang's crumbling soul.

"You dare to die?!"

The girl's eyes were bloodshot, and sparks flew as she turned the abacus beads.

"Who's going to pay back Zizhu Peak's debt if you die?! Eight million! Not a penny less, I'll scatter your ashes and use them to feed the pigs!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several frenzied figures followed closely behind, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

"Junior Brother! This Ten Thousand Ghosts Heart-Eating Pill was tailor-made for you! You want to renege on your promise?!"

Hongyao screamed, the poisonous mist in her hand turning into chains that tightly bound Yu Liang's silhouette.

"My living machine! You promised to let me saw it off!"

Mo Ju's serrated blade gleamed coldly as it precisely caught Yu Liang's illusory inner thigh.

"Trying to leave? Did you even ask my strings?!"

Although Gui Ku was blind, he moved faster than anyone else. He held the broken erhu in front of Yu Liang like an axe, and black energy surged in his empty eye sockets.

"To give you a grand funeral, I even adapted the Great Compassion Mantra and hired a suona band! And you're trying to back out now that the prelude has barely begun? Are you prepared to pay for this performance with your life?!"

"The skin...it's perfectly fine...it hasn't been sewn up yet..."

The vein threads in the hands of the Painted Skin Sister stretched out like nimble snakes, attempting to sew them together in the air.

"Fertilizer! Don't run away!"

Tu San burst out of the ground, covered in mud, and hugged Yu Liang's non-existent ankle.

"Pooh!"

Ah Tuo spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, making a hissing sound.

"The coffin rental fee hasn't been paid yet!"

Kumu roared, and the black coffin landed on the ground to suppress the energy.

Countless thick "causal threads" transformed into golden, black, and blood-stained ropes, forcefully pulling the soul that was about to drift into nothingness back to the human world.

Yu Liang's body, which was originally as clear as water, began to flicker violently.

Despite the crowd's relentless pressure and threats, it stubbornly remained still.

Yu Liang collapsed to the ground.

Looking at his translucent palm surrounded by a group of menacing "creditors," he forced a smile that was more like a grimace.

"We're saved..."

"Sure enough, talking about feelings costs money, talking about money... help!"

Gu Santong, standing to the side, held a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen people save their lives with elixirs and prolong their lives with cultivation.

This is the first time I've seen someone resist divine retribution by clinging to the belief that "everyone is a villain."

Does this work too?

"My disciple..."

Gu Santong tentatively reached out and poked Yu Liang. His fingers passed right through Yu Liang's body, but he could feel a slight, gelatinous resistance.

"What are you... now?"

Yu Liang lowered his head.

In the sunlight, he casts no shadow.

The entire person had an eerie, semi-transparent quality, like a holographic projection that might disconnect at any moment.

"It's probably... the biggest bad asset in the entire Zizhu Peak."

Yu Liang gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"From now on, I won't even need an invisibility talisman to spy on Second Senior Sister while she's taking a bath."

"You dare!"

Hongyao glared at him with seductive eyes, pinching the ghost-face pill between her fingers and shoving it directly at Yu Liang's mouth.

"Since he's not quite dead, hurry up and swallow the medicine! Let's solidify the effect!"

Stop being so cheeky!

Su Xiu glared at him fiercely, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Think of a solution quickly! How am I supposed to keep track of these accounts like this?! These messy accounts must be written down!"

"It's just...it doesn't have a physical form...what do we do...?"

Tu San shrank his neck in disgust.

"No meat...no phosphate fertilizer...this is so disappointing..."

"Snap—!"

Mo Ju waved his iron arm impatiently.

"Logical error...cannot be cut. Am I supposed to saw through the air?"

How can you listen to music without a physical copy?

The ghostly wailing sound leaned closer, its erhu bow tracing patterns on Yu Liang's translucent neck.

"Even the soul will do. Take it out and use it as strings. The tone will be crisper, which is perfect for my 'Hell Heavy Metal'."

Facing this group of demons and monsters, Yu Liang took a deep breath.

Even though I can't get any.

The current situation is very unstable.

The memories of these madmen are only temporarily restored. Once the weight of this "debt" decreases, they will still be eliminated by the world.

We must increase the investment.

We must forge deeper bonds and completely ensnare these lunatics onto the pirate ship.

"Bring the account books."

Yu Liang stared at Su Xiu with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

"A pen, and inkpad."

Su Xiu hurriedly pulled out the account book.

Yu Liang tried to hold the pen, but the pen shaft passed through his fingers and fell to the ground.

He cannot grasp the physical form.

"I'll read, you write."

Yu Liang gritted his teeth and looked around at his senior brothers and sisters who were eyeing him covetously.

"And you all, get your IOUs ready, none of you are going to get away."

"I owe Su Xiu ten thousand meals of braised pork. The interest... will be for Yu Liang's future."

"I owe the red elixir, and I will grant you the right to test it ten times, and with one body, I will fight to the death."

"I owe Mo Ju one chance for live body modification. You may saw off my legs as you please, as long as you keep me alive."

"We currently lack three tons of soil and three hundred catties of top-grade blood and flesh fertilizer."

"What I lack now is a complete human skin, a painted skin."

"Today we need ghostly wailing. The funeral rehearsal is a hundred times. You must cry in rhythm and not cover your ears."

"Today, I owe Ah Tuo a chance to try one hundred of these bizarre dishes, until he throws up."

Su Xiu's hands were trembling.

The ink smudged from the tip of the pen.

She looked up at the translucent boy.

The boy was laughing, a carefree laugh, but his eyes held a desperate resolve like that of a fugitive.

Write it down.

Yu Liang urged.

"What if I renege on my debt if you don't write it down?"

Su Xiu bit her lip and wrote each word with all her might.

With each stroke of her pen, Yu Liang became clearer in her eyes.

Until the last word was uttered.

Yu Liang suddenly pressed his palm onto the inkpad, then slammed it hard onto the account book.

Snapped!

It was clearly an illusory hand, yet the moment it fell, it left a faint watery handprint on the paper.

The contract is reached.

Yu Liang's body finally stopped flickering and froze in a semi-transparent state.

Although you still can't touch the physical form, at least it won't disappear.

"call……"

Yu Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Om-!

The rusty sword, which had been lying to the side, suddenly trembled.

A dark red glow emanated from beneath the thick rust, breathing as if it were alive.

Gu Santong's expression changed drastically.

"Disciple, something's wrong with this sword! It's draining your life force!"

"Your 'pointing a deer at a horse' trick fooled Tianjizi, but this sword took it seriously! It now believes it is that filth and is demanding 'cleaning fees' from you!"

Yu Liang lowered his head.

The sword seemed to have opened a greedy maw, drooling over his meager "presence".

Deceiving the world comes at a price.

This sword is now his biggest creditor.

If he doesn't repay his debts, it will drain him dry until nothing is left.

Yu Liang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

His laughter was sinister and insane.

He stretched out his semi-transparent hand and loosely grasped the sword hilt.

"Suck it. Suck it all."

Yu Liang looked up at the vast and indifferent sky above him, and then at the group of "creditors" with fanatical eyes around him.

Since the world wants to delete me.

Since this sword wants to drain me dry.

Then I'll keep causing trouble.

They keep accumulating debt.

I'll provoke the strongest sects, tease the fiercest demons, and steal the Heavenly Dao's own son.

I want everyone in the world to hate me, fear me, and remember me.

When the whole world becomes my creditor, when the karmic threads of the entire world are tied to me.

I think this damned God... still can't bear to kill me!

"Master, Su Xiu, fellow disciples."

Yu Liang floated up from the ground, his semi-transparent face filled with a ferocious smile.

"From today onwards, our Purple Bamboo Peak..."

"It's time to start the frenzied debt collection!"