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

Ju Yuan had just finished clearing out all the demons in the village, making sure they were all dealt with successfully without any omissions, when he heard the commotion and slowly walked over, only to see this scene.

"Whose child is this?"

Mo Lin and Ni Jinxuan turned around. "Master, this is..."

Upon hearing the two address him, the boy suddenly knelt down with a thud. "Please, Master, take me as your disciple. Even if it means working like a cow or a horse, treating me like a servant, I will do anything as long as you teach me some cultivation skills so that I can slay demons and avenge my mother and the villagers."

Before Ju Yuan could react, the child began to kowtow repeatedly, one kowtow after another, on a patch of broken pottery shards and muddy ground. His forehead was cut, and blood flowed down his forehead. His face, which was already pale with fright, revealed an indescribable bewitching beauty that could be described as breathtaking.

No matter who you are, you can't help but feel pity for them.

But standing before him were three iron-clad warriors from the Supreme Sect.

The three were terrified by the forced apprenticeship.

Ni Jinxuan nudged her senior brother, "Senior brother, please help him up. I'm still a child; I can't take on disciples."

Mo Lin was examining the Mirror of Insight. Demons are extremely sensitive to human scents. This child is the only survivor in the village. It's hard to say whether he is human, demon, or a demonic fetus. "I'm only at the early stage of the Radiant Sun Realm. I can't do it either."

Moreover, he currently has no plans to take on apprentices, as he hasn't visited enough secret realms to afford to support them.

Ju Yuan used her spiritual power to lift the boy up. "Stop kowtowing. What's your name? Are you from this village? How old are you? What are your parents' names? How many people were in your family before? What did your family do?"

He conducted a thorough biographical investigation and seemed quite interested.

"My name is Qi Zhen, I'm from Ganning Village, I'm seventeen years old. I've never had a father since I was born, my mother raised me all by herself. But today, a lot of evil spirits came to the village. I was just about to start a fire to cook when... my mother told me to hide in the rice jar... who knew... who knew..."

Qi Zhen choked up, her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, making her look even more pitiful and adorable.

Ju Yuanqing's upright brows were etched with a deep sigh. He then reached out and patted his shoulder. "You're seventeen already. Have you started studying?"

If he remembered correctly, his junior sister had already reached the Cloud Ascension Realm when she was seventeen.

Mo Lin, carrying the mirror, watched as Ju Yuan pulled the boy up. He simply stepped to Qi Zhen's side, and together with Ju Yuan, they blocked the boy on either side, then raised the mirror.

"Come on, look in the mirror."

The scene is somewhat strange, but the mirror is one-sided, so if you want to check someone, you have to look at them from the same side, which is a bit awkward to use.

Qi Zhen stared blankly at the mirror, completely unaware of why he needed to look in it.

Three faces were squeezed into the mirror. The frail boy in the middle looked somewhat pitiful and eerie, while the two faces on the left and right had firm eyes and were clearly the light of the righteous path.

Mo Lin held it up for a while, and finding nothing amiss, he lowered his hand, saying, "It's alright now."

Ni Jinxuan watched the whole thing and wanted to stop her master, but Ju Yuan interrupted her several times.

"I've always been farming and herding cattle; I've never been to school," Qi Zhen said, snapping out of his reverie and continuing to answer the question.

Ju Yuan nodded. "You haven't been to school..."

He's not very good at teaching children to read and write.

"Master..." Ni Jinxuan tried to interrupt, but was cut off by the boy's urgent voice.

"But I can learn! I learn very quickly! I can read! I learned it all secretly outside the village's private school. I remember everything they taught me, and I can even recite it for you."

Like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, the boy stubbornly refused to let go, shouting, "I'm capable too!"

"Master, I..." Ni Jinxuan wanted to remind him.

"Is that so? I see you have some potential. Hold out your hand, let me see your potential." Ju Yuan said, taking the boy's hand in his.

Ni Jinxuan persisted, "Master, Junior Master..."

"It's truly strange that you have such a high spiritual root talent yet still have no cultivation." Ju Yuan interrupted his junior disciple again, "Let's take you back to town to talk first."

The boy held back his tears, but Ni Jinxuan was almost in tears herself.

She and her eldest brother exchanged a glance, all their unspoken words reduced to one sentence: "Master is getting senile!"

Although everything seems right, there's something inexplicably eerie about it!

If you don't listen to your junior uncle, you'll suffer the consequences!

Ju Yuan leisurely returned to the town with the new child.

Although the demons that attacked the village have all been killed, we should still guard it just in case.

Xia Tianwu stayed in town to ensure everything went smoothly. When he saw Ju Yuan return with a child covered in blood, he didn't say anything. He took out his small medicine box and began to treat the child's injuries, while also taking his pulse.

After cleaning up the boy, she turned to prepare the medicine.

"Take this medicine and go to sleep first."

The medicine was decocted and given to the boy, who was then arranged to sleep in a side room.

Xia Tian turned around and came out, closing the door to the side room. "He's physically fine, just a bit thin and frightened, so I gave him a bowl of calming and exorcising soup. Let him get some sleep first."

Ju Yuan nodded, sat down in the main seat, and took out paper and pen. "Nephew, you've worked hard."

Ni Jinxuan couldn't hold back any longer, "Master!"

"Shh, wait a minute, let me write a letter of apology to your sect leader first."

Ju Yuan was somewhat saddened. Although this matter was not expected, the failure to protect ordinary people was something that the Supreme Sect would have to reflect on.

With great power comes great responsibility.

The Supreme Sect doesn't keep any idle people. Haven't you seen how Hou Cang has been turned into a spinning top by the sect leader all these years? He's constantly running back and forth between the Demon Realm and the border of Zhongzhou.

Today's mission has been unsuccessful. Ju Yuan deeply reflected on his actions and then left only four large characters on the paper.

"I was wrong, but..."

Ju Yuan, but didn't go down.

Mo Lin, knowing his master's temperament, reminded him, "But the incident happened suddenly, and the demons used a diversionary tactic; perhaps the intelligence report was incorrect..."

The standard formula for writing a self-criticism is to subjectively admit mistakes, objectively analyze the problems while disclaiming primary responsibility, propose corresponding improvement plans, and finally offer a heartfelt apology.

Ju Yuan picked up her pen and wrote smoothly, concluding with a moment of deep reflection, "Although it was all due to unforeseen circumstances, the events did indeed happen, and I beg for your understanding, Senior Sister."

After he put down his pen, Ni Jinxuan finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Master! That person is definitely suspicious! Didn't Junior Uncle say..."

Just as she was about to list the points of doubt, she heard her master readily admit, "I didn't say he had no problems."

"Although he could answer everything and passed the Mirror of Insight test, when I examined his spiritual root, I found that it was a full-value earth spiritual root, just like your junior uncle's. He can be described as a genius disciple delivered to our door. His answers were also very comprehensive. His background, name, and family background were all reasonable. Even his hands were rough and calloused, so he really looked like a farmer's son."

Xia Tian nodded without saying a word. "I took his pulse, and he is indeed human; there's nothing wrong with him."

"The biggest problem is that there is no problem. But if we let him wander outside, if he has no problem, it is the fault of our Supreme Sect. If he really has a problem, then it is better to keep him under our noses and watch him instead of letting him continue to harm ordinary people outside."

Ju Yuan leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, took out a flask of wine, and said, "Besides, these are the words left by your junior uncle."

"what?"

Mo Lin and Ni Jinxuan stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with confusion. "Didn't Junior Uncle's note only have one sentence?"

"Oh, your junior uncle used a transmission talisman to write the note. There was no response when I opened it the first time, but I heard her message when I opened it the second time."

Ju Yuan poured himself a glass of wine and sighed, "Your junior uncle said that if you encounter someone who seems strange but is unsure of what's going on, someone who's offering themselves up with all sorts of tricks, then bring them back and raise them like dogs behind closed doors. You have to figure out what they're after."

Ni Jinxuan asked cautiously, "Is what Junior Uncle really referring to as keeping a dog behind closed doors?"

Ju Yuan abruptly changed the subject, "Ah, this wine is really good."

How could my junior sister be so cruel? She must be referring to raising dogs.