The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du threw away the net. The fire and wind grew stronger, and the stray hairs on her forehead and back were blown to one side, with some curls. By the firelight, she became that messy, yellow-haired kid again.

She smiled helplessly and popped two pills into her mouth, one to restore her spirit and the other to replenish her qi.

The night is still long, but dawn is not far away.

Lin Du raised his hand and opened the life gate, pulling out the person who was already barely clinging to life, and looked him in the eye.

She casually squatted down. "Who are you now?"

Tao Xian blinked. He didn't look injured, but the murderous aura around him was already churning inside. His disciple robes had turned a deep ochre color, and his skin felt like sandpaper piercing his flesh.

"Little...little Taoist priest..."

Lin Du took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Don't blame me. You can't control yourself. If you want to kill me, I have no choice but to kill you."

The cause and effect here does not constitute wrongful killing.

Tao Xian gave a wry smile. He knew that although Lin Du liked to joke, he was often serious.

Just like how Lin Du interrogated Shao Fei, it was exactly the same as how Bai Ritang interrogated him.

He was an ordinary person with decent spiritual roots. Although he wasn't as extraordinary as those heaven-defying talents from the Supreme Sect, he was still able to become a personal disciple in a major sect.

Many times, he felt that he was clearly in seclusion cultivating, but as soon as he opened his eyes, something was wrong with his body, as if... he had just left the house and there were mud stains on the soles of his shoes from places he had not been.

He thought he had some kind of illness, such as wandering soul syndrome, or even soul loss syndrome. Since the Flying Star Sect's resource allocation was something he had to fight for himself, he dared not let anyone notice anything amiss. Therefore, he was even more cautious in front of his master and worked even more diligently, for fear that one day he would be discovered.

But that mostly happened when he was in seclusion. He never expected that he would suffer from the same ailment today.

He opened his mouth with all his might, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He lay on the ground, turned his head to the side, and after a while, he spoke again, "Actually, I did have some doubts about what that village woman said today."

"But I can't remember, and I don't dare to think about it."

"How absurd is that? How could I... get involved with something like this, something so terrible..."

He lived his whole life as an honest man, and all he asked for was to live a good life within his means, find a Daoist partner, and live a peaceful life until the day his life ended.

He had never considered ascension or becoming a great power.

All he wanted was to live a good life, so why did it turn out this way?

Lin Du looked down at him and said softly, "Your memories have been erased, and you have been branded with a mark of a divided soul."

"So it wasn't me who was sick, then I'm relieved..." He coughed lightly, it didn't take much effort, it was more like a breath of air rolling out, and then his internal organs felt a pain.

"It's not you," Lin Du said, lowering his eyes, "but the karmic burden is on you."

Tao Xian's pupils dilated slightly. "Which bastard ruined me!"

He then thought that he probably couldn't defeat the person who could cast such a curse on him. He had been a coward his whole life, and in the end, he couldn't even personally eliminate the culprit. He felt a sense of loss.

"I just want to save up some money, find a Daoist partner, and live a good life. Little Daoist, how can I live a peaceful life... Is it so difficult?"

Lin Du's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long while, she said, "I'm sorry, I can't... make you remember the past."

Tao Xian's soul was damaged, and even if Yan Ye were here, he couldn't make him remember the past.

"You now have two choices: I will personally send you to the underworld."

Lin Du paused for a moment, then said, "My master cultivates the Dao of Destiny. I will eventually find your reincarnation and grant you a chance."

"Secondly, once I kill the main soul and the main soul is destroyed, without any other entanglements, the split soul imprint will lose control. After you recover your health, the split soul will gradually dissipate."

Tao Xian, on the contrary, had lost his cautious and obsequious manner. He spoke his mind and smiled, "Now I've finally met the real King Yama."

Lin Du's words meant very little: whether he lived or died was up to him; she was going to kill everyone.

Tao Xian suddenly understood. "Young Taoist priest, if you let me see the person behind that thing die with my own eyes, then I'll trouble you to send me on my way."

"The Flying Star Sect probably won't take care of a useless person like me. Little Taoist priest, how many years have you been practicing Taoism? Before I met you, I thought I was a good prospect, but after meeting you, I realized how big the difference is between an ordinary talent and a genius."

Tao Xian finished speaking with great effort, saying, "When you communicate with the underworld, could you please ask them to let me be reborn into a good family like yours in my next life?"

"A good pregnancy isn't necessarily a good pregnancy," Lin Du paused, "but it does have one thing in common with me."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Tao Xian's eyes. "What is it?"

"People whose souls are damaged will have congenital deficiencies," Lin Du said.

Tao Xian: ...He asked that question unnecessarily.

"Then you wait." Lin Du found a Rejuvenation Pill and temporarily kept Tao Xian alive. He leaned the man, who had long since lost control of his body, against the door and used his spiritual power to help him cross his legs, making him look like he was meditating and adjusting his breathing after being injured.

After Lin Du left, Tao Xian stood at the door pretending to meditate, but in reality, he was only forcibly replenishing his vital energy with pills.

A tall figure appeared in front of him. "Are you alright?"

Tao Xian answered instinctively, "A mere fatal wound..."

When people are about to die, they always have to put on an act.

Mo Lin, clutching his sword and staff, glanced down at him. "A fatal wound? Who inflicted it?"

Tao Xian thought to himself, "Who else could it be?" but he didn't say anything.

He knew this wasn't Lin Du's fault; one of them had to die tonight.

Hearing the fighting at the village entrance, Mo Lin grabbed his sword and staff and headed out.

"Wait, Daoist Molin, aren't you unable to use spiritual power?"

Mo Lin didn't turn around, his steps steady. Before Lin Du left, he had left him a defensive array plate, telling him not to come out.

The sent communication talisman had not received a reply for a long time. Junior Uncle did not have much power to protect himself. Although Xia Tianwu's skills were fierce, they were not considered killing moves. What would happen if he encountered a professional assassin and was exhausted?

No one in the village dared to come out from beginning to end; they wished they could lock all the doors and windows, for fear of being affected.

"No! Please don't..."

Tao Xian couldn't stop them, and turned around to curse in his heart, "What kind of gods are the Supreme Sect members?"

Even someone poisoned by Gu can still bravely embrace a sword and go to their death.

Xia Tianwu looked at the dozen or so white figures in front of him, his expression still cold and indifferent. Only the firelight reflected in his perpetually cold eyes revealed a fierce and awe-inspiring nature.

Before Lin Du left, he sent her a message using his divine sense.

"The formation has been broken, and the man in white robes will surely come. Second nephew, there is only one way through here. If you can defend it, then defend it. If you can't, then take Mo Lin and leave."

Xia Tian had no idea what Lin Du was going to do. She couldn't break the formation, but her junior uncle wanted her to guard the village, so she could do it.

"So, you're the one who broke the village's formation?"

Summer didn't care about anything else and raised her hand to continue the fight.

A lazy voice interrupted, "Don't wrong an innocent person; we're all just passersby."

Xia Tian turned around as expected. Lin Du's blue robe appeared as a dull black in the firelight, his bangs were disheveled and messy, and a vague smile played on his lips.

"What do you mean the formation is broken? What kind of formation could a village possibly have?"

Lin Du feigned ignorance, but the man in white robes didn't believe him. "Enough nonsense! The formation has been broken. Today, everyone in the village will die!"