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

"Lin Du, come here, I want a trace of your scent from the red string."

"Okay, I'm coming."

After finishing his sentence, Lin Du ignored Yue Han and Huang Xuan and casually picked up a box of spirit crystals that was placed on the ground. "You can leave if you want, but you'd better hide first, or find my junior disciples. You were being watched before you even appeared at the Feng'an Chamber of Commerce."

"There are at least two people keeping watch on you. It's probably a gang operation. They won't dare to make a move if you're behind us, but they will definitely act if you're alone."

"Although I don't know if you can understand, I don't want you to avoid us righteous cultivators of Zhongzhou like the plague. If possible, perhaps we can be on the same side in the future."

After Lin Du finished speaking, he was lightly pulled away by the power of the moonlight without even waving his sleeve.

Yue Han froze on the spot, then stiffly turned her head. "What did she just mean?"

He didn't understand a single word.

Huang Xuan's face turned pale; it turned out he had never understood that person.

"What did that person call Zhen Liu just now? Lin Du?" Yue Han repeated, "That sounds familiar?"

Huang Xuan's eyes widened. "Lin Du, the number one on the Azure Cloud Ranking, is the only disciple of Immortal Venerable Yan Ye. He is the genius formation master who broke through the evil demon formation at the age of twenty-two in the legends of Zhongzhou that you, young master, love to hear the most. In other words, he is the ninety-ninth generation closed-door disciple of the Supreme Sect, the number one sect in Zhongzhou."

He now finally understood why that person had taken the initiative to come up and lead them away.

It wasn't just because they flaunted their wealth, but also because, as disciples of the number one sect in Zhongzhou, they couldn't allow the young master of a major demon family to suffer at their hands.

The relationship between human cultivators and demons is sensitive, as thin as a sheet of paper, easily broken. Regardless of which side they follow, given the young master's temperament, he will likely develop some psychological trauma towards cultivators from the Central Plains.

Yue Han clearly hadn't thought that far ahead; her eyes widened upon hearing Lin Du's true identity. "She's that... that formation master I've been talking about every day! No wonder she's so amazing!"

"Huang Xuan, look! She's such a good person!"

Huang Xuan remained silent for a moment, pondering whether, if one ignored the strange and eccentric behavior of the Supreme Sect's cultivators in the demon realm—which was essentially banditry but reasonable—then the Supreme Sect was still mostly good people. After all, they only preyed on lawless demon cultivators who indiscriminately ate people and beasts.

But what he cared more about was who was following them.

The magical artifacts they carry allow them to blend into the crowd. If they're only after their money, that's one thing, but what if they're after their lives?

Huang Xuan frowned. Lin Du couldn't possibly lie about this; she was clearly more perceptive and better at deduction than they were.

"Young Master, there may be great danger ahead. Let's wait for the other disciples of the Supreme Sect."

As they were talking, Yan Qing, Yuan Ye, and Xia Tianwu arrived in the main hall. Upon seeing the two of them, they asked curiously, "Where's Junior Uncle? Didn't he come with you?"

"Could it be that some special inheritance hasn't ended yet?" Yuan Ye thought for a moment, after all, Lin Du was the one who activated nineteen ancient caves.

Huang Xuan looked at the people in front of him with a complicated expression, his mind filled with thoughts of the identity of the 100th generation new disciple of the Supreme Sect as stated in the official gazette: Le Xiu... Yuan Ye?

The sword cultivator is Yan Qing, and the medical cultivator is Xia Tianwu, the disciple of the Living Judge.

Huang Xuan was in despair. No wonder these people were so strange; even the music cultivator and the medical cultivator were so skilled in combat.

He kept wondering if Zhongzhou was full of hidden talents, with such terrifying abilities at such a young age, all of whom were disciples of the Supreme Sect.

That makes perfect sense.

Huang Xuan swallowed hard. "Lin Du is with Han Yueling right now, probably absorbing the world's origin."

"Oh," the three nodded, "Hmm?"

They all turned to look at Huang Xuan, their minds racing. When did Junior Uncle reveal his hand?

No? What is Junior Uncle doing? Who is he with?

What does it mean to devour the origin of the world?

This short sentence left the three of them completely bewildered, no matter how hard they tried.

Yuan Ye gasped, "As expected of Junior Uncle! He never takes the ordinary path, always pulling out ordinary treasures!"

Go for the biggest one right away!

The three showed no fear whatsoever, only admiration and excitement. Huang Xuan said numbly, "Let's get everyone together and go together."

He doesn't really want to run alone anymore.

Although being with a bunch of eccentric geniuses is always unexpected, it's definitely worth the price of admission.

They had barely finished speaking when they felt a tremendous tremor beneath their feet.

The tremor felt both familiar and strange.

Huang Xuan and Yue Han were furious and wished they could turn back into their original forms and run away. A huge fear loomed over their hearts like a ghost and took control of their minds.

"It seems this palace is about to close. Let's go outside and wait for Junior Uncle." With Lin Du and Mo Lin absent, Xia Tian had no one to make the decision.

Without Xia Tian saying a word, the group obediently followed him out, only to discover that the tremor was not a sign that the palace was about to close, but rather that the entire secret realm was shaking.

A cataclysmic, apocalyptic tremor.

If there were any native animals in this secret realm, a beast tide would probably have formed by now.

The demon cultivators who had just been spat out by the Full Moon Temple were still maintaining their human form with illusion magic, but now they suddenly lost their illusion magic and sprouted ears, tails, claws, fish heads, and crab claws.

It made Yuan Ye and Yan Qing drool.

Yue Han's bloodline is pure, so it is easy for him to transform into human form. With the help of mental techniques, he can completely maintain his human form, and it is not too difficult to control this instinct.

But Huang Xuan couldn't control his instincts and suddenly transformed back into a golden oriole, desperately covering his old face with his wings.

Animal instincts are indeed no match for human self-control.

But the situation wasn't much better for the human cultivators. With such a sense of the world collapsing, countless miners disregarded the control and shouts of the Chamber of Commerce and rushed out of the mine.

"Wait, what's going on? Even if the secret realm is about to close, there shouldn't be this much noise, right?"

"Why does this commotion sound so familiar?" a chamber of commerce manager muttered to himself as he busied himself dispersing the crowd.

The second manager whispered, "It does look familiar. Has Lin Du been mining again?"

"That makes sense!" The manager suddenly felt relieved. "Then it's alright."

If it's Lin Du, then everything makes perfect sense.

Unexpectedly, in the next instant, everyone felt a powerful sense of detachment.

The Cold Moon Secret Realm is about to close.

On the endless sea, several spirit ships were anchored beneath a huge full moon. A cold moon, much larger than the ordinary moon, hung high above the sea, not far from the surface, its soft glow floating on the water.

Just then, countless points of light suddenly descended from the full moon, like flowing gold dust or moonlight turning into rain.

It wasn't until someone looked closely that they realized those weren't raindrops at all, but rather the cultivators who had gone in!

The cultivators who entered the Cold Moon Secret Realm were expelled from the realm in such a bizarre way.

Beneath the surface, the giant sharks that had been dwelling there sensed the surge of spiritual energy, surfaced, and slowly opened their massive jaws.

Indeed, today is a good day; dumplings filled with the filling of cultivators have fallen from the sky.

Fortunately, the cultivators who could enter the secret realm did not actually act as bait. The members of the merchant guild hurriedly untied the ropes and fishing nets and began to fish out the laborers. The people on the spirit ship next to them also began to help.

"No! Where is Junior Uncle?!" Yuan Ye steadied himself in mid-air and turned to meet Ni Jinxuan's gaze.

Mo Lin, carrying his sword and staff, joined Xia Tianwu and his group, and shook his head, "Junior Uncle didn't come with us."

Amidst the chaos, Yan Qing swiftly caught a steaming hot bun.

"Hey!!! My steamed buns!!" a monk exclaimed.

The large iron pot, still burning, disintegrated in mid-air and was retrieved by a nimble figure. Sheng Yan, holding his junior brother who couldn't fly yet, used the other hand to retrieve his spatula. "What time is it? Still wanting steamed buns!"

Amidst the chaos, Yue Han suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and sensed an inexplicable sense of crisis.

A crimson arrow flew through the crowd at a tricky angle, aiming precisely at Yue Han's back.

"Young Master, be careful!" Mo Lin, with the highest combat skills, was the first to react. He swung his sword and staff, knocking away the arrowhead.

"The five of you were all huddled together, and I was some distance away from you. That arrow was aimed at me." Yue Han's eyes widened as she recalled what Lin Du had said before he left, and her face turned pale instantly.