The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

As soon as Zhang Yulei turned past the boulder, his gaze was drawn to the scene in the center of the open space. The curve of his lips froze instantly, and then twitched uncontrollably twice.

In the center of the clearing, ravaged by the Tongtian Talisman, Lu Jin's figure was firmly bound by dozens of fine golden lights. These golden lights, like sentient threads, were wrapped at one end around the surrounding trees, while the other end tightly bound Lu Jin's limbs and torso, suspending him from the trunk of a thick, ancient pine tree. At this moment, Lu Jin was nothing like the former leader of the Sanyi Sect. His white hair was disheveled, his clothes torn by the violent energy, revealing his muscular chest. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his neck, and he repeatedly roared the same phrase, his voice hoarse like a broken gong: "Kill! Kill Wugensheng! I must kill you!"

His frenzied appearance had completely erased any trace of his former pride and integrity.

Not far from Lu Jin, the posture of the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei made Zhang Yulei's eyes twitch violently.

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, a faint golden light still lingering on the tip of his right index finger, clearly indicating that the golden light spell binding Lu Jin was his creation. His left hand, however, held a completely black smartphone, its screen lit, the camera already activated, the lens steadily aimed at the frantically struggling Lu Jin. His head was tilted slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips, his eyes brimming with amusement, making him look like a mischievous child who loved watching a spectacle, completely devoid of the awe-inspiring majesty of a celestial master who commanded respect in the world of supernatural beings.

"Senior brother," Zhang Yulei walked forward slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of helpless complaint, "After all these years, you're still so cunning."

Hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to look at Zhang Yulei. Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto his face, his eyes still deep, but when he saw Zhang Yulei, a genuine smile appeared. He didn't argue, but instead shoved his phone into Zhang Yulei's hand, then slowly walked towards Lu Jin, who was tied to the tree, muttering to himself as he went, his tone full of accusation: "Junior brother, you have no idea how arrogant this old bastard was the other day. Just because that brat Lingyu slashed his granddaughter Lu Linglong during the martial arts competition, this old thing chased me and Lao Tian all over Longhu Mountain, yelling that he wanted justice. Look at my left eye," Zhang Zhiwei said, pointing to his left eyebrow bone, where a faint blue bruise could be seen, "that's where he punched me, forcing me to almost throw that cripple Lao Tian at him as a hidden weapon."

As he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei's left eye twitched slightly, clearly recalling the frustration he had felt at the time, and his resentment was almost overflowing.

Zhang Yulei gripped his phone, watching the old Celestial Master stroll leisurely to Lu Jin's side, his lips twitching more pronounced. He glanced down at the phone screen; Lu Jin was frantically twisting her body, the threads of the Golden Light Mantra stretched taut, emitting a slight buzzing sound. Her hysterical state would likely shock any disciple of the Sanyi Sect.

At this moment, Lu Jin was still immersed in the madness and hatred created by the Twelve Labors of Love Array, and did not notice Zhang Zhiwei approaching. He let out a hoarse growl, struggled desperately with his limbs, his nails dug deep into the tree trunk, leaving several deep scratch marks, and kept repeating the crazy words "Kill Wugensheng" in his mouth.

Zhang Zhiwei stood before Lu Jin, tilting his head slightly to look at his manic state, his smile deepening. He reached out and gently patted Lu Jin's cheek, the gesture as flippant as if teasing a tantrum-throwing child, his tone full of mockery: "Old Lu, you always boasted about your flawless life, your upright conduct? Look at you now, tsk tsk, sweating profusely, clothes disheveled, like a mad stray dog. This appearance is a blemish you can never wash away in this lifetime. I could eat you alive for the rest of my life!"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei deliberately turned to the side and made a standard peace sign at Zhang Yulei's phone camera, his smile as bright as that of a triumphant child.

"Yulei, hurry!" The old Celestial Master's voice was filled with excitement, as if he was afraid of missing this once-in-a-lifetime scene. "Record it for your senior brother quickly! Such a scene is rare. If you miss it today, you won't have another chance to see Old Lu make such a fool of himself!"

Zhang Yulei stared at the screen of his phone, where the old master's peace sign and Lu Jin's crazed expression appeared side-by-side. The scene was so comical that he almost couldn't keep a straight face. He hesitated, saying, "Senior brother, isn't this a bit inappropriate? What if Old Lu comes to his senses and finds out you recorded him like this? He might fight you to the death."

Despite saying that, his hand holding the phone was steady, and he even lightly tapped the screen to switch the camera to burst mode, snapping several photos of the two people under the tree. Some of the photos showed the old master making a smug peace sign at the camera, some showed Lu Jin struggling and screaming in a frenzied moment, and one showed the old master reaching out to pinch Lu Jin's cheek, while Lu Jin turned his head to bite his finger in a pathetic scene.

Hearing Zhang Yulei's words, Zhang Zhiwei glanced back at him, his smile deepening: "Not good? What's wrong with it? I'll record it and enjoy it myself, I won't show it to anyone else, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, even if he sobers up, so what? Can he beat me?"

That self-righteous attitude left Zhang Yulei speechless. He simply stopped arguing and started recording seriously with his phone. He even walked around the big tree to record Lu Jin's "ugly state" from different angles, and occasionally, at the old master's request, he would take close-ups of Lu Jin's manic expressions.

The two of them worked together for a full fifteen minutes, one recording intently and the other cooperating enthusiastically, until they had saved dozens of photos and a three-minute video in their phone's album, before finally stopping, satisfied.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly walked back to Zhang Yulei's side, watching him put away his phone before his playful expression faded. He stroked his chin, looked at Lu Jin who was still struggling in the tree, and said with a hint of seriousness, "Alright, enough joking around. This old geezer can't stay like this forever. If the effects of the Twelve Labors of Passion Formation aren't removed, he'll probably wear himself out on this tree."

Zhang Yulei nodded, his gaze falling on Lu Jin. At this moment, Lu Jin's breathing was erratic due to his prolonged and frantic struggle, and his face was frighteningly pale. If he continued to struggle like this, even if he didn't have his mind devoured by the Twelve Labors of Passion Formation, he would still die from exhaustion of his internal energy. He looked at Zhang Zhiwei and asked, "Senior Brother, given Lu Jin's condition, should you intervene or should I?"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, walked straight to Lu Jin and stood there, his tone resolute: "I'll do it. The Twelve Labors of Passion Formation is Gao Ning's bastard trick. It relies on stirring up people's obsessions and hatred to disturb their minds."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes. The Qi around him surged slowly, no longer the domineering aura he had displayed before, but instead becoming gentle and pure, like a clear spring in the mountains, carrying a power to cleanse the soul. He clasped his hands together, then slowly raised his left hand, bringing his sword fingers together with the fingertips pointing upwards.

"The Supreme Star, ever adaptable. It expels evil and binds demons, protecting life and body. Wisdom is clear and bright, the mind is at peace. The three souls are eternal, the spirit is never lost."

A deep, solemn incantation slowly escaped Zhang Zhiwei's lips. The sound seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm, instantly calming the mind. With each syllable, a wisp of transparent Qi slowly condensed on the sword-finger of Zhang Zhiwei's left hand. The Qi was pure, without a trace of impurity, like morning dew or stars in the night sky, radiating a soft glow.

As the last incantation was uttered, the transparent ball of qi condensed into a crystal-clear water droplet, hovering above Zhang Zhiwei's sword finger, swaying slightly but never falling.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Lu Jin, who was still struggling wildly. He then instructed Zhang Yulei, who was not far away, in a deep voice: "Yulei, control Lu Jin and don't let him move around. This Purification Mantra requires complete focus. If he struggles too much, it may affect the effectiveness of the spell."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yulei immediately stepped forward. He didn't use his lightning power; he simply walked to the tree, stretched out his hands, and gently placed them on Lu Jin's shoulders. His Qi slowly flowed into Lu Jin's body, not to suppress, but to soothe. The Qi was gentle yet profound, like a pair of invisible hands gently pressing down on Lu Jin's restless limbs, gradually reducing his struggles.

Lu Jin felt the force on her shoulder, abruptly turned her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhang Yulei, and let out a threatening growl like an enraged beast: "Get away! Don't touch me! I'm going to kill Wugensheng!"

Zhang Yulei remained expressionless, increasing the pressure on his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Old Lu, behave yourself. If you keep causing trouble, you'll lose your life here."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. Within that authority, there was also a hint of chilling thunderous power, causing Lu Jin's body to tremble slightly involuntarily, and her struggling movements to slow down a bit.

Seeing that Lu Jin was under control, Zhang Zhiwei's lips curled up slightly. He slowly raised his left hand and gently pressed the transparent ball of Qi, which was condensed with the power of the Purifying Heart Mantra, onto Lu Jin's brow.

The moment that drop of Qi touched Lu Jin's brow, it seeped in silently, like water seeping into a sponge.

Then, a strange thing happened.

Lu Jin's tense body visibly relaxed. The madness in his bloodshot eyes gradually faded, and the hatred and obsession within them melted away like ice and snow. His roars grew weaker and weaker, finally turning into a weary sigh. His head lolled to the side, and he slowly closed his eyes, passing out.

The golden light spell binding him slowly dissipated, and his freed body slumped to the ground. Zhang Yulei reacted quickly, reaching out to support him and gently placing him on the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand, looked at the unconscious Lu Jin, and let out a long sigh of relief. He turned to Zhang Yulei, a mocking smile returning to his lips, pointed at Lu Jin on the ground, and said, "Alright, this old bastard's been saved. Once he wakes up, we'll settle the score with him properly."

Zhang Yulei looked at Lu Jin, who was unconscious on the ground, and then at the old Taoist priest beside him with a wicked grin. He shook his head helplessly. He glanced down at the phone in his hand. The screen was still showing the photo he had just taken. In the photo, Lu Jin was in a state of frenzy and dishevelment, while the old Taoist priest was smiling smugly.