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

Lin Du stood up expressionlessly. Under the angry yet bewildered gazes of Mo Lin and Ju Yuan, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the leader of the Flying Star Sect. "Tao Xian is dead. I promised to handle his funeral arrangements. What do you say, Sect Leader?"

The Flying Star Sect leader's mind was already on arranging Yin Zhong's funeral, so he nodded without saying a word.

"It's a pity that Yin Zhong's spirit has already dissipated, so his accomplices and the person who set the curse seal can no longer be found."

Feng Yi spoke up before Ju Yuan could, "Yes, it's true. It was just one step away, what a pity, it's become an unsolved case."

She pressed down on Lin Du's shoulder, "It's alright, there will always be opportunities in the future, we're not afraid of not being able to find those evil spirits from the outside world."

Lin Du suddenly became weak again, coughed a few times, and tugged at Feng Yi's wide sleeve, "Senior Sister, I'm hungry."

Feng Yi patted her head affectionately, "I forgot, it's already afternoon. Your senior sister will take you to eat something delicious later."

The leader of the Flying Star Sect suddenly came to his senses. "It is a rare treat for the esteemed members of the Supreme Sect to come all this way. I have not yet fulfilled my duty as host, and you have already made a fool of our sect in front of you. I am truly sorry."

"Um... this is Elder Jin Chen. He will be hosting you so that you can all try the special spiritual food of our Flying Star Sect."

He smiled and looked at Lin Du, only to find that the child had taken out a spirit beast pouch and was laboriously putting Tao Xian's corpse into it, which made his eyelids twitch.

Why are the people of the Supreme Sect using magical artifacts so carelessly? Is that how you use a spirit beast pouch?

Lin Du carefully collected the body and then glanced at Shao Fei, who had just woken up on the ground.

Feng Yi understood, "We've come here to escort your sect's heretical disciples. What will the sect leader do with them?"

"This Yin Zhong was originally in charge of the outer sect, so those two heretical cultivators must have been deliberately let in by him," the Flying Star Sect leader said, shaking his head and sighing. "I am truly ashamed that I trusted this person so easily."

"Sect Leader, what are you saying? It's just that Yin Zhong is good at using a compassionate facade, and he has those commoner disciples who support him. Who knew that beneath this human skin was a demon, even scheming against his own disciple? Truly, demons have no heart..."

The elders started rambling on, acting like armchair strategists, and began listing Yin Zhong's past mistakes.

Inside the chaotic Golden Hall, several members of the Supreme Sect huddled together. The elders surrounded the sect leader, standing in opposition to the Supreme Sect. Only one person stood alone, his upright face showing utter helplessness.

Outside the Golden Hall, fifteen rough memorial tablets still stand. In the misty mountains of southern Yunnan, compared to the colorful Golden Hall, the rough wooden tablets blend into the mountain mist. Although the tablets stand together, they vaguely reveal a sense of loneliness.

It was at this moment that Lin Du spoke up, "So, what should we do with Shao Fei?"

"Now that her foundation is damaged and her life is nearing its end, let's abolish her cultivation and send her down the mountain to do menial work." The Flying Star Sect Leader paused, "What does True Person Fengyi think?"

Feng Yi nodded. "We have already punished those who deserved punishment. The Feixing Sect will naturally make the decisions regarding the disciples of the Feixing Sect."

Lin Du nodded. "In that case, we'll remove the spirit-sealing shackle."

The cost of a spirit-suppressing shackle is not cheap. Yan Ye personally designed several layers of shackles, and the materials used were all extremely precious. If it is recycled back, Jun Ding Mansion can survive for another thousand years.

She calmly raised her hand and used her spiritual power to untie the spirit-binding clasp.

Mo Lin scratched his head, seemingly lost in thought. "Besides those who have worked in the Jun Ding Prefecture, who else knows how to unlock this Spirit-Sealing Knot? And why is this hand seal different from the one I learned?"

"The Spirit-Sealing Knot was designed by her master," Feng Yi said, arms crossed. "You learned it while working in the Jun Ding Prefecture."

Lin Du's teaching was firsthand, without any middlemen involved, so it's probably the most original solution.

Mo Lin gestured, his fingers almost cramping, then turned and whispered, "Now I understand why this hand seal was improved."

Lin Du untied the two spirit-binding clasps and casually tossed them to Ju Yuan.

Ju Yuan looked at her innocently, "Why are you giving it to me?"

"Weren't you punished by being sent to Junding Prefecture to settle accounts?" Lin Du looked at him innocently. "Have you finished settling them?"

Ju Yuan accepted the Spirit-Sealing Token with tears in his eyes. "No, there's still the purchase of spring seeds to be done."

As soon as Shao Fei's spirit-binding shackles were removed, the leader of the Flying Star Sect calmly poured a stream of power into Shao Fei's head. The meridians that had taken many days and much pain to heal were easily destroyed again by that light and airy power, burning them all the way to her dantian.

With the meridians destroyed, there is no room for maneuver.

The elder of the Punishment Hall looked down at Shao Fei and said, "Come with me."

Shao Fei was in excruciating pain all over her body, but she couldn't utter a single word. Numbly, she stood up and followed the elder's steps.

A group of people followed the elders out of the Golden Hall. Just before the dozen or so memorial tablets were about to be stepped over, a burst of spiritual energy lifted all the tablets high into the air.

It is Mo Lin.

His spiritual bones had not yet healed, but he could still use his spiritual power.

Mo Lin calmly gathered the memorial tablet and carefully placed it in a storage bag.

The mountain breeze gently lifted the hem of everyone's robes, and flocks of spirit birds flew across the sky, their cries mournful. When the group glanced over unintentionally, they discovered it was a group of spirits.

Legend has it that they are the spirits of a nation destroyed, and they will wail and cry when disaster strikes.

Lin Du suddenly turned around and glanced at Lin Yuan, who was standing there blankly.

The young man stood alone in place, seemingly overwhelmed by the shock and in a daze.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when the people leave, the tea grows cold. The once magnificent golden palace is now a mess and in ruins, and it will soon welcome a new master.

The members of the Supreme Sect were taken by the elders of the Flying Star Sect to a small pavilion on the second floor of the dining hall. Although two of them no longer needed food to survive, the three teenagers were still hungry.

"There are only three people, there's no need to serve so many dishes, especially such precious spiritual foods. It's too much trouble," Feng Yi said with a smile, exchanging pleasantries with the elder.

"Not at all. It's not easy to be a host, especially for distinguished guests from the Supreme Sect. The kitchen staff wish they had more hands so that everyone could have a taste of this delicacy."

"The food is simple, I hope you won't find it offensive."

While the elders were exchanging pleasantries, the three younger ones who were actually eating had already started eating.

When Elder Jin Chen turned around, he found that half of the eighteen dishes on the table were empty. His pupils trembled, and he subconsciously looked at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin happened to look up, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Excuse me... could I have some more rice?"

Elder Jin Chen struggled to find his voice, "Yes, yes, I'll go ask the kitchen to bring over a bowl of rice."

Mo Lin glanced at Xia Tianwu and Lin Du, "How about... three pots instead?"

Feng Yi closed his eyes briefly, then forced a polite smile. "The child is still young and growing. He's just recovered from a serious illness and is eating a lot. I apologize for the elder's overreaction."

"Oh no, oh no, this is good news, this is good news." Elder Jin Chen was speechless and hurriedly got up to call someone to add more rice.

Ju Yuan whispered, "You guys should tone it down a bit; we're guests at someone else's house."

Feng Yi directly exposed him, "When you went to participate in the Central Plains Grand Competition, you directly asked the Guiyuan Sect to give you a bucket of rice. Why didn't you know how to restrain yourself then?"

Ju Yuan shrank back and remained silent.

Lin Du didn't have a good appetite today. He ate three small bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and glanced at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi lowered her eyes and smiled, "You've already set up the formation, what's the rush? Eat some more."

Lin Du sighed and added another bowl of rice. "What if?"

Even though she included Tao Xian in her calculations, she was still afraid.

I'm afraid of making another mistake.

As evening fell, Shao Fei numbly washed her clothes amidst the grumbling and scolding of a group of servants. These people, seeing that she was new and had been punished, and that she had no cultivation, brazenly assigned her all the work.

"Let's go, it's lunchtime. That evil cultivator isn't allowed to eat until he finishes his work. Everyone else, go to the dining hall."

The group of people left in a flash, leaving only Shao Fei behind.

The robes of a personal disciple adorned with seven stars fell before Shao Fei's eyes. She slowly raised her head and met a face she had only met once before.

"Come with me," the man said, his voice clear and gentle.

Shao Fei was stunned for a moment, then heard the man continue, "I'll take you out of the sect."

In Xunkong Alley on the west side of Yunxiao City, as dusk fell, many shops had already closed up shop. Two new customers entered the blacksmith shop at the end of the alley, and the wooden door was quickly put up, indicating that the shop was about to close.

A sense of unease crept into Shao Fei's heart. "Why...did you bring me here?"

"What do you want?" The man chuckled softly. "I need to pick something up from you."

Even a worthless piece should be used to extract its final value.

Shao Fei keenly sensed the murderous intent in the man's eyes and instinctively tried to run away. She grabbed an iron hammer that was placed next to the table, but it was easily disarmed.

The young man easily broke the man's hand, while another person in the blacksmith's shop silently watched the scene.

"He's dead? You weren't suspected?"

"He's blinded by power, but I'm not." The young man knocked Shao Fei unconscious with a single palm strike. "That kid's fate is still a bit shallow. According to the divination, Shao Fei wouldn't even be able to get close to the Spirit Bone, let alone infiltrate the Supreme Sect."

He crouched down and reached one hand into Shao Fei's dantian without any hindrance, but his expression quickly changed.

A chilling power coiled around the young man's arm like a venomous snake.

The wooden door, which had just been sealed, was kicked open roughly, and a smiling voice sounded behind the young man, "Young Daoist Lin Yuan, what are you doing?"

Lin Yuan turned around in surprise and saw three people standing neatly in front of the wooden door.

These were the three disciples of the Supreme Sect who should have been taken by the sect elders to tour the Flying Star Sect.

The young man in the middle was holding a string of sugar paintings. He took a bite of what appeared to be the head of a phoenix or a pheasant, and smiled brightly at Lin Yuan, "Can you withstand the Gu Sect's curse?"