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

Inside the clinic, Dr. Xia, who had been busy for half a day, finally received the seriously injured Mo Lin.

"Captain Mo, how did you get so badly injured today?" Xia Tianwu looked at Mo Lin, her words laced with reproach, her brows unusually gentle.

Mo Lin was taken aback for a moment, then heard Xia Tianwu say, "Take off your outer robe, I'll clean your wounds and apply medicine. Just taking pills won't help you heal quickly."

As Xia Tian spoke, he led the person into the inner room.

Mo Lin felt something was off, but he couldn't figure out why.

Since entering the secret realm, he has been slaying demons outside the city, but the spiritual energy here is weak, and most of his spiritual energy is imprisoned. He is also not wielding his own natal spirit sword.

But the people around him quickly gave him the answer. In this secret realm, he seemed to be the captain of the guards of the Fog City Lord's Mansion, as well as the number one expert in the city. His swordsmanship was the best in the world. In order to protect Fog City from being disturbed by evil spirits, he often went out of the city to kill evil spirits. Under his protection, no one in Fog City had ever been disturbed by evil spirits.

only……

Mo Lin awkwardly removed his outer robe, leaving his upper body bare and revealing his chest and back, which had been scratched by the demon. The wounds were gruesome and emanated an eerie black aura. The woman's fair hand held a gauze soaked in medicine and gently pressed it onto his wounds.

Xia Tian looked at the wound and said, "Bear with the pain."

Mo Lin: ...Something's even weirder now, what's going on?

He's like a brat who's itching for a beating; he just can't seem to get going right now.

Right now, all I can think about is, "When did my junior sister become so gentle?", "Why isn't she scolding me?", and "Is this way of treating my wound too gentle? I'm not used to it."

"You're badly injured this time, and you might develop a fever tonight. Let's rest here tonight. I'll take care of you if you do get a fever. Once you're all taken care of, I'll go out and treat the others."

Mo Lin gave an "oh," his body was wrapped in gauze, his clothes were closed, and he obediently took the medicine and lay down.

What's wrong?

Summer did not leave the inner room, and amidst the commotion, he remained composed.

"Why can Brother Mo go into the inner room, but we can't?"

"Hey, Dr. Xia, didn't Captain Mo bring you any flowers from outside the city this time?" The young apprentice at the clinic asked in surprise, looking at the items on the tray.

Xia Tian smiled without hearing this, "He must have been seriously injured, so he didn't have time to take care of himself."

"Everyone knows that Captain Mo likes you, Doctor!"

Summer paused, then said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

The young boy wasn't annoyed. "The doctor has such a kind nature and superb medical skills; everyone in the city likes you!"

"However, things haven't been peaceful in the city these past few days."

"The city lord has always governed the city very well, selecting virtuous and capable officials, and the people are loyal to him. I wonder how he will react to this divine punishment. I find the divine punishment quite terrifying."

As the boy delivered the medicine, he whispered about the unusual happenings in the city.

Inside the room, Mo Lin, who was drowsy from taking his medicine and about to fall asleep, was jolted awake by the intermittent phrase, "Captain Mo likes you, Doctor."

What is it? What do you like? Who do you like? Your junior sister?

Mo Lin stared wide-eyed, unable to hide his inner turmoil, looking bewildered and helpless.

He seems to really have a fever, otherwise why would he hear people talking in their sleep?

This secret realm is truly terrifying.

Fake, must be fake.

The city lord, who was being talked about, was currently inside the city lord's mansion.

Huang Xuan looked at the young master handling affairs in front of him and liked him very much.

Organized and articulate, Yue Han provides exceptionally reasonable solutions to anyone who comes to report on matters.

"Uncle Huang? What do you think?" Yue Han turned around, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face. Her eyes always held a clear and kind look when she looked at people. Who would have thought that she was the city lord who was strategizing and planning in the city?

Huang Xuan was overwhelmed by this sudden happiness, and then, in front of Yue Han, he burst into tears of joy, a tough man shedding tears.

Yue Han: ?

"The people from this divine temple have sent word that as long as the people in the city obey the divine decree, their sins will surely be eradicated over time, and there will be no more evil spirits outside the city."

"These past few days, the people of the city have been living in fear. I heard that Captain Mo was seriously injured because the evil spirits suddenly became more powerful. It's really worrying."

"With the blessings of the gods, it would be a good thing if my people could enjoy longevity and good fortune. What do you think?"

Yue Han assumed that Huang Xuan was getting old and had developed a problem with tearing up in the wind. After telling him about it, she handed him a handkerchief and said, "Uncle Huang, are you not feeling well? Perhaps we should ask Doctor Xia to take a look?"

Huang Xuan took the handkerchief and wiped away her tears. "No, no, I'm just... too happy."

Yue Han wholeheartedly agreed, "The appearance of a miracle is naturally a blessing for our Fog City."

As night fell, the miracles did not cease; piercing shouts broke the silence of the night.

The two people who were sleeping in the dilapidated temple were startled awake at the same time and went outside together.

Yuan Ye looked in the direction where it happened, "Junior Uncle, another miracle has occurred."

Throughout the day, ever since they arrived in the south of the city, it seemed like some strange rule was at play that they couldn't find anyone else. They could only mingle among the crowds and chat about things in the city, and gradually they discovered the strange divisions in this world.

The divine decree was posted in the temple, and Lin Du and Yuan Ye mingled among the crowd to figure out the basic structure of the city.

Lin Du couldn't help but complain, "This lousy secret realm has ordinary mortals living in the city, but the city lord's mansion has sword geniuses who can slay demons and monsters, and the doctors in the clinic can produce elixirs that never fail. There are many extraordinary people in the city lord's mansion, and outside the city are demons. Now there's a divine pavilion. It's quite a colorful place, isn't it?"

Eight people is still too many.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Senior Brother and Yan Qing yet, whether it's true or not," Yuan Ye said softly.

Lin Du paused for a moment, then said, "Don't rush, they'll come out eventually. They'll run into each other when they realize the person in front of them isn't someone they know."

"Junior Uncle, do you mean that the real people will only meet us when they realize that the familiar faces they encountered aren't real people?"

Lin Du lowered his eyes. "Uncertain, just a guess, it might not be right."

Yuan Ye then realized that his junior uncle's guesses were usually correct.

The person being talked about woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, and met a pair of soft eyes in the candlelight, the cinnabar mole under the eye strikingly bright.

"You had a fever," Xia Tian said in a cold voice. "Your fever just broke."

Mo Lin stared intently at the woman wiping his sweat for a while, then asked, "Tian Wu?"

"Hmm." Xia Tianwu blinked. "What's wrong? Still feeling unwell? Do you want some water?"

Mo Lin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The flickering candlelight softened the features of the young man's handsome face.

The young man lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting shadows beneath them, until a cool sensation touched his lips.

It's the edge of the teacup.

Mo Lin drank the tea from Xia Tianwu's cup with her hand. Just as Xia Tianwu was about to get up to put the cup down, Mo Lin suddenly looked up, grabbed her wrist through the fabric, his gaze intense, his voice hoarse from the fever, and inexplicably carrying a seductive quality.

Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, her heart pounding like thunder.

Where is my sword?

……

Xia Tian paused for a moment, then said, "There."

Mo Lin sat up abruptly, went straight to his sword, and casually twirled it. "May I practice swordsmanship?"

Xia Tian nodded. "Be careful."

Mo Lin laughed, "If the wound reopens, won't you still have Tian Wu?"

Xia Tian, ​​without hearing anything, sat down at the table.

Mo Lin picked up his sword and began practicing sword moves. In the candlelight, his shadow was like a swallow or an eagle, exuding an indescribable determination and unrestrained spirit.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword energy suddenly swept across the candlelight on the table in front of Xia Tianwu.

The flame went out with a whoosh, plunging the room into darkness, while the cold scabbard pressed against a person's neck.

"My junior sister would never let me practice swordsmanship indoors, let alone let me practice a thousand sword strikes when I was injured. She would rather hit me on the head with a sword and tie me up."

"What kind of demon dares to impersonate my junior sister?" The young man's voice was clear and resolute, like a blade drawn from its sheath.