vstars Chapter 36 You think you can just smear my face with a brick? You're trying to extort me!
Chapter 36 You think you can just smear my face with a brick? You're trying to extort me!
The echo of that earth-shattering "exhaust" had not yet faded.
The tranquility of Zizhu Peak was once again shattered by footsteps.
The smell of burning still lingered in the air; new troubles had arrived.
This time, it wasn't some greenhorn who came.
The newcomer was dressed in a white robe, his folding fan waving gently. Every step he took was precise and elegant, as if he were walking on a ruler, yet it exuded a nauseating arrogance.
He was followed by seven or eight outer disciples, all with solemn expressions.
They don't seem to be here to fight; they seem to be here for a funeral.
"Is this how Zizhu Peak treats its guests?"
The young man in white robes stood still in front of the ruins.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes conveyed a kind of lofty compassion for humanity.
"To commit such a filthy act in broad daylight is utterly disgraceful to civilization."
Yu Liang was currently slumped in a square-wheeled wheelchair modified by Mo Ju.
Sitting in that broken wheelchair felt like riding a wild boar having an epileptic seizure; it wobbled and rattled.
Yu Liang followed the vibration and his whole body trembled like a leaf.
"Cough cough...cough!"
His withered hand trembled as he reached into his sleeve, pulled out a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand, and covered his mouth tightly.
A heart-wrenching cough.
Remove the handkerchief.
It was a shocking pool of blood.
That was when Ah Tuo was killing a chicken in the morning; he went to the kitchen specifically to eat it, and it was still warm.
"This senior brother..."
Yu Liang's face was ashen, and his voice was so weak it sounded like he was about to die.
"You saw it too, I... cough cough, I'm just a useless person. What I was just experiencing was... that was my illness. A terminal illness that would cause me to explode if I didn't expel gas."
The young man in the white robe paused.
The script is wrong.
The other party not only didn't resist, but also simply lay down and played the victim?
"My name is Li Changfeng, an outer disciple."
The young man put away his folding fan, stood tall and proud, trying to regain his composure.
"I have come here today not for those five hundred spirit stones, but to act on behalf of Heaven and purge the scum from the sect."
"Acting on behalf of Heaven? That's quite something."
Yu Liang weakly gave a thumbs up.
He then abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
"May I ask, Senior Brother Li, what is the third rule of the Qingxuan Sect?"
Li Changfeng subconsciously recited: "Fellow disciples should be close and not bully the weak."
"And what about Article 18?"
"If any mortal disciple is injured or disabled, the sect shall provide protection."
"Well done!"
Yu Liang suddenly raised his voice, followed by a coughing sound as if he were about to cough up his lungs.
"Then look at me now!"
He pointed to his still-smoking chest, filled with grief and indignation.
"My meridians are severed! My dantian is shattered! I'm in a wheelchair! Spitting blood! And I'm being surrounded by you bunch of 'immortal masters' who have reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining!"
His voice was shrill and piercing, each word dripping with grief.
"You're acting on behalf of Heaven? You're driving a disabled person to the brink of despair!"
"Is this your morality? Is this your righteousness?"
"Are you cultivating immortality, or just shamelessness?!"
A barrage of questions, like a machine gun, each one firmly anchored on the moral high ground.
The disciples behind Li Changfeng looked at each other in bewilderment.
Those who were easily embarrassed started looking down at their toes, and their hands holding the ritual implements loosened.
Bullying disabled people—if this reputation gets out, how will he ever be able to survive in the cultivation world again?
Li Changfeng's hand holding the folding fan froze in mid-air.
His face flushed red and then turned pale as he was roasted over a fire.
"this……"
He hesitated, his momentum crumbling. "Even if you are injured, the fact remains that you deceived your fellow disciples..."
It's now!
A glint of light flashed in Yu Liang's cloudy eyes.
The so-called "everything can be manipulated" refers to more than just the energy.
It is more about human nature and logic.
If the other party's mind wavers even for a moment, that is a weakness.
Whoosh-!
A sudden gust of wind rose behind my head.
Li Changfeng was still struggling with a moral dilemma, and instinctively sensed danger and wanted to turn back.
Too slow.
Snapped!
A crisp, clear sound rang out.
It looked like an overripe watermelon had been smashed onto a cement floor.
A bluish-gray brick landed squarely on Li Changfeng's upright and dignified face.
A trace of glistening, sticky liquid still clung to the brick.
That was the saliva that A-Tuo hadn't finished spitting out early in the morning. After Su Xiu carefully applied it, it was enchanted with the "Mental Critical Strike" attribute.
"ah--!"
Li Changfeng screamed in agony as blood gushed from his nose.
He fell straight backward, and the pretentious folding fan flew far away.
The entire room fell silent.
Su Xiu stood behind Yu Liang, maintaining her throwing posture.
He was still clutching another spare brick tightly in his hand, trembling all over, but shouting fiercely:
"No...don't come any closer! I have bricks! Very expensive bricks! Each one costs three copper coins!"
Yu Liang was instantly jolted off his wheelchair.
Pointing at the fallen Li Changfeng, he shouted in anguish:
"Despicable! Utterly despicable!"
The disciples were dumbfounded: Who's despicable?
Yu Liang clutched his chest, his face filled with disbelief:
"Senior Brother Li! How dare you attack my junior sister's brick with your face!"
"You're trying to scam us! You're trying to extort our last savings from Zizhu Peak!"
"If the brick breaks, can you afford to pay for it?!"
Li Changfeng, lying on the ground, covered his collapsed nose, his face covered in tears, snot, and blood.
Where is even a trace of otherworldly grace?
His finger, which was pointing at Yu Liang, was trembling violently, and he was so angry that he could barely speak.
"You... shameless!"
"Attack him! Beat this scoundrel to death!!"
The banner of morality has fallen.
All that's left is a fig leaf of shame and embarrassment.
"superior!"
The seven or eight outer disciples had been holding back their anger for a long time, and now they had no more scruples.
Various colored lights appeared.
Fireballs, wind blades, and ice spikes rained down on the wheelchair-bound man.
"Well done!"
Yu Liang did not retreat but advanced.
He gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly with both hands, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.
Since we can't avoid it, let's enjoy it!
The magic of the tattered book within his body was operating wildly—
The first tactic of a scumbag: Never refuse!
Faced with the whistling wind blades and fireballs, Yu Liang made no defensive move.
Instead, he suddenly puffed out his chest, as if welcoming a lover's embrace.
The hideous "Scar of Divine Retribution" on his chest resembled a greedy abyss maw, generating a strange vortex of negative pressure.
"Get the hell in here!"
puff!puff!
The first wind blade struck his chest precisely.
There was no blood splattering; instead, it was swallowed up by the wound, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
Next came the fireball, which was also forcibly absorbed into the body.
pain!
Heartbreaking pain!
Wind blades slashed wildly through the meridians, while fireballs burned rampantly in the blood vessels.
Yu Liang instantly transformed into a boiled shrimp, his entire body turning bright red with bulging veins.
My body felt like a pressure cooker about to explode.
But he lacked the spiritual power to fight back.
There is no need for confrontation.
The second tactic of a scumbag: He doesn't take the initiative!
He didn't retain any energy, letting these violent foreign spiritual forces rampage through his body, treating his meridians like highways.
"ah--!"
Yu Liang let out a scream that sounded inhuman.
But within that scream was a hint of cathartic pleasure.
The pressure accumulating in the body has reached a critical point.
That was terrifying kinetic energy that a mortal body could not withstand.
The third tactic of a scumbag: Irresponsibility!
"Get out!"
*Pfft! Sizzle!*
Yu Liang's pores opened instantly.
In particular, several major acupoints under the armpits and on the back suddenly spewed out several high-pressure airflows.
That was the corrupted spiritual energy mixed with the waste gas in his body, carrying high temperature and stench, and bursting out like a propulsion engine.
Whoosh!
The originally bulky square-wheeled wheelchair actually drifted in place under the propulsion of this recoil force.
It slid horizontally for three zhang (approximately 10 meters) at a speed that defies the laws of physics.
The ice spikes and flying swords all hit empty air.
"What... what kind of movement technique is this?!"
The disciples were stunned.
Before they could react, Yu Liang opened his mouth and spat out.
call--!
The fireball he had just swallowed circulated within his body, mixing with stomach qi and lung fire.
It transformed into a jet-black pillar of fire, blasting down on the disciple who had launched the fireball.
"Here's your fire... Here you go! You're welcome!"
The disciple was caught off guard.
He was sprayed in the face with this foul-smelling black fire, his eyebrows and hair instantly curled up, and he screamed and rolled on the ground.
"Keep going! Don't stop!"
Yu Liang sat in a wheelchair, his body emitting white smoke, like a steam engine come to life.
His eyes were bloodshot.
It was painful, but also pleasurable.
The feeling of treating oneself as a conduit, letting the power of others pass through one's body, is like dancing on a knife's edge.
Several more attacks came.
Yu Liang resorted to the same old trick.
Inhale through the chest, and the body transforms.
Two loud "poof" sounds came from behind him as he pushed his wheelchair across the battlefield in an extremely stylish zigzag pattern.
However, while his movement was stylish, his accuracy was extremely poor.
boom!
A wind blade, "thrown" out by Yu Liang, slashed uncontrollably at a crooked tree nearby.
That tree was the spot where Third Senior Brother Tu San loved to sunbathe most.
"Holy crap!"
A muffled thud came from underground.
The ground surged like waves in an instant, and the soil liquefied.
Giant hands, formed from mud, burst forth from the earth, carrying the fury of someone who had just woken up.
The third senior brother's voice came from underground, eerie and terrifying:
"Which bastard stepped on my head! And even burned my hair!!"
The outer disciples were chasing after Yu Liang when their legs suddenly gave way. Before they could react, their ankles were grabbed tightly by the muddy hand.
Sizzle—!
The sound of tearing cloth rose and fell.
Those mud-covered hands had no sense of martial ethics; they grabbed the trouser legs and started pulling them down.
For a moment, her pale thighs were dazzling in the sunlight.
Several female disciples screamed and covered their faces, while the male disciples frantically pulled up their pants. The originally fierce attack instantly turned into chaos.
"Nice legs! Exquisite!"
Yu Liang sat in his wheelchair, dodging stray bullets while using "jet propulsion" to stay afloat, all the while making loud comments.
He opened his mouth wide, greedily inhaling the chaotic atmosphere that filled the air.
The more chaotic the environment, the more mixed the energy he absorbs; the more mixed the energy, the greater the force he unleashes!