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

Xia Tianwu had never seen such a spectacle in his life, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

This was the first time Mo Lin had seen his junior sister's eyes so wide open; her gaze was even more focused than when she was dissecting a pregnant boar in the back mountain.

Lin Du tightened her sharkskin gloves. Just as she was about to squat down and check with Xia Tianwu, she was bumped head-on by the "person" who was barely standing up. She braked sharply and leaned back, reaching out to restrain him and snapping the Spirit-Binding Lock on her.

Xia Tianwu and Lin Du grabbed the person's arms from the left and right, respectively, but found that they couldn't break free.

"What are you doing! Aren't you ashamed, young lady? Don't you know how to grab people like that! I have a wife!"

After confirming that the person could not circulate spiritual energy to harm others, Lin Du released his grip. Xia Tianwu did not let go, and the person was pulled and staggered, with another strange beast claw falling off his body with a thud.

The scene was so eerie that Ni Jinxuan's expression turned sour. Seeing this, Yuan Ye stepped in front of Ni Jinxuan before Qi Zhen could, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's a small problem, nothing serious, relax."

"It's an ancient witch doctor's incantation for reconnecting severed limbs, but the drawback is obvious: it's difficult to reconnect completely, and even if it is reconnected, it's prone to rejection and infection." Xia Tianwu glanced at the exposed beast claws that looked like steel claws, and some blood-red incantations were revealed under his sleeves.

"Oh my, this young lady has good taste." The voice sounded like a divine transmission, yet everyone could hear it.

Mo Lin stared at the exposed beast claws, gripping his sword and staff, itching to strike.

Lin Du glanced at the head in Hou Cang's hand, seemingly lost in thought. "If I don't give you a head, can't you take another one?"

"Hey, finding the right head isn't that easy..."

Lin Du chuckled. "You're still alive and well without a head, aren't you? What, you'll die if I don't give you a head?"

"Hey no, of course I want my head back!" the man replied instinctively, then stopped abruptly. "Oh, little girl, trying to get information out of me? Pretty clever."

Lin Du crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and asked Hou Cang, who was holding his head, "This senior is proficient in ancient witchcraft and incantations, and is in this Echoing Valley. I wonder what he thinks of these suddenly appearing demons?"

"What can I think? How can I think when someone throws a bunch of defective products in front of my own house? I can't fight, and I should thank you for cleaning up my doorstep."

After finishing his sentence, the man muttered under his breath, "You don't suspect that I did it, do you? Where would I get the source of demonic energy? I couldn't possibly study it even if I wanted to."

Lin Du's mind raced for a moment, then, using a mix of probing and intimidation, he asked, "Then why did Hu Feiwei want to come to you before he turned into a demon? Was it to ask for your help? Or... to seek revenge on the person who turned him into this?"

"Hey, young lady, how can your heart be so filthy at such a young age?" the middle-aged man sighed. "Forget it, anyway, you all think this is some kind of evil magic. You'd believe me even if I said I didn't do it. That young lady has some insight, though. I want to talk to her!"

The young man with the heart condition fell silent.

Xia Tian let go of the person's hand and circled around them. "May I ask, senior, how do you manage to have all your body parts pieced together from different organisms without any mutual repulsion?"

"Want to know? Then give me back my head."

The man seemed terrified of Hou Cang's strength, and dared not move towards him. Seeing that none of the group was moving, he grew impatient. "I said, there are only eight of you coming up, and although almost half of you are just there to make up the numbers, that one deadpan face alone is enough to beat me up. And the other one, the real ice block, is full of scheming and trickery. He put a spirit-suppressing lock on me before I could even use my spiritual power!"

"And that tall guy's sword energy is already at the scabbard, just waiting to kill me! I'm telling you, don't go too far!"

"Yes, yes, we went too far." Lin Du agreed, "But senior, you don't know that what makes us human is that ethics, morality, and order are indispensable."

The man scoffed lightly, seemingly unconcerned about such grand principles.

"But if a person is originally human, but is devoured and controlled by demons, losing their form and wisdom, what is the solution?" Lin Du said clearly, "Senior likes what the world considers unorthodox methods. To be honest, we do not think this is evil magic. But if a living person becomes a demon, we, as disciples of the righteous path, cannot sit idly by. Today, we offend you, senior, in order to seek a solution."

"Senior is unwilling to defend himself simply because he has been disheartened by the prejudices of people from the past," Xia Tianwu replied. "But my master once said that the earliest form of witchcraft in this world was medicine. In the past, people were ignorant and regarded anything beyond the norm as heretical and evil. But the heart of a healer is not bound by any technique or form. If it can save lives, bring true well-being to patients, and quell injuries, as long as it does not violate the laws of nature, what method is unacceptable?"

The valley was silent at night, except for the sound of each word falling to the ground.

The three truly capable fighters suddenly looked up at the distance, where there was a rustling sound.

"Fine, fine, I already said I didn't do it, but I do know a little bit. Give me back my head and come with me."

As he spoke, the man muttered to himself, "Righteous disciples are so talkative."

Hou Cang held the man's head and glanced at Lin Du. Seeing her nod, he then placed the head in the man's hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the middle-aged man grumbled as he put on the head. In the instant it was placed, the blood-red runes beneath his skin were visible to the naked eye, stretching into countless fine threads, completely repositioning the head.

"Could you please check this for me? Is it reversed?"

"No, it's fine." Yuan Ye replied briskly.

The man turned stiffly and looked at the three wary, poised figures. "That's my pet, it came looking for me because I didn't come home late. It means no harm. Don't move, don't move."

Even with his body tense as he stood at the very front, Mo Lin did not back down upon hearing this, stating bluntly, "There is murderous intent."

"..." The middle-aged man wanted to shake his head, but couldn't move because his head wasn't completely glued back together. "You young man are quite straightforward."

Having been in the business world for so long, how could one not have a shrewd manipulator behind a falling out? Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, of course, we should pretend nothing happened.

Sometimes it's easier to talk to younger people with a strong sense of justice; at least they have both legal and illegal methods, so it's more presentable.

Lin Du looked at the group of strange-looking "pets" and was once again amazed.

There's the Snow-Treading Red-Maned Beast with steel prosthetic front legs, and a strange creature with a bull's head but a leopard's body. In short, even Nuwa's creation of humans probably didn't surpass his creativity.

"Senior Jiang, how did you do that?" Xia Tian asked curiously.

"Want to learn?" The middle-aged man turned stiffly and looked at Xia Tianwu. "Little girl, you're about the same age as my daughter. I wish you were my daughter. My daughter is very good with a knife, but it's a pity she's not interested in medicine, even though she's so talented."

His voice trailed off as he spoke, and he changed the subject, "Which righteous sect are you from that you didn't just kill me? Oh wait, how did you know my surname is Jiang? I haven't had the surname Jiang in ages, don't call me that."

Yan Qing's eyes flashed, and he continued, "I've heard that there's a master craftsman in the dark market these days who can save people that the righteous path can't, and he accepts both humans and demons. He's very respected."

As for the word "complete," it not only refers to omnipotence, but also to the ability to save people and demons who are missing half of themselves and make them whole.

"Yes, it's me. What's wrong?" Quan Jiangren turned around and looked at Yan Qing again. "You seem to know quite a lot, young man."

Yan Qing smiled reservedly, "I heard it from others, I have some connections."

"Alright, come inside and let's talk. I'll show you something." The craftsman slowly led the way.