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

On the walls of Huangshi City, Du Shao will probably never forget the sight she saw tonight.

Three hundred cultivators leaped down from the city wall, their spiritual light cascading down and disappearing into the surging, vast, and turbulent torrent of evil energy, which glowed with a strange, blood-red light.

The core forces of those Central Plains sects, like a handful of fireflies or fleeting fireworks at a banquet, appeared incredibly brilliant and holy under the blood moon, but scattered instantly upon falling into the demonic tide.

It was like a desolate, barren landscape after fireworks, except now beneath this desolate landscape lurked demons with grotesque bone spikes and devouring fangs.

The cultivators were like the golden essence added at the end of a medicinal paste; they were instantly swallowed up by the dark paste, without even a single bubble emerging.

Du Shao heard the soft gasps of the disciples around her who were ready to go down and rescue people at any moment. The earth trembled beneath her feet, and the demonic energy in the distance surged with the roar, releasing a fishy and foul stench that was blown onto the city wall by the north wind.

The instant those points of light disappeared, countless rays of light bloomed again, arcs of light connecting one after another, breaking through the blood-stained darkness.

The light of swords and blades is stronger and sharper than ferocious fangs; the spells cast are more dazzling and harder to break through than the natural scales of demons; and the golden thunder is more awe-inspiring than the sound of treading on the Central Plains.

In the next instant, snow surged forward, creating a vast, pristine white expanse that abruptly severed the surging horde of demons.

Du Shao's heart pounded like thunder. Even though she wasn't on the front lines slaying demons, she still felt her blood surging. She heard gasps of alarm rising and falling around her.

Perhaps some were unknown before this battle, but from today onward, their names will be engraved on the city walls.

After the demonic tide recedes, their names may become faded and blurred due to wind and sun, and perhaps no one will be able to clearly remember each of their names, but they are all the pride of Zhongzhou and the cornerstone of the righteous path.

The junior disciple, who could only help with logistics, was so excited his cheeks turned red. "So strong! Master Mo Lin hasn't even drawn his sword yet!"

"Master Lin Du is truly powerful! He only used one move!"

"Hey, wait, have you seen my eldest apprentice?"

Who is your eldest apprentice?

"Yi Zhen, from the Crimson Cloud Sect, is the kind of person whose longsword always sparks when it's drawn."

"Oh, look at what that giant wolf carrying is that Master Yuan Ye of the Supreme Sect down there?"

"Tsk tsk, the mechanical arts of the major sects in Zhongzhou have declined. In the last three to five hundred years, only one genius has emerged who specializes in mechanical arts. That giant wolf and iron-eating beast must have killed a lot of demons."

"??? No, Yi Zhen!! You're from the Crimson Cloud Sect! Get back here right now!"

Those nearby quickly stopped the leader of the Chixiao Sect, saying, "Go down, everyone. Wait for the shift change."

After a period of commotion, the leader of the Crimson Cloud Sect hung halfway up the city wall, heartbroken and indignant.

Just then, black mist rose in the distance, and two figures, one pale and one white, leaped high under the blood moon. A sharp whistle followed, making everyone's hearts tremble.

Hou Cang's voice was urgent and cold, "Didn't I tell you to examine the demonic fetus first, then strike with certainty? You were blindfolded and using your divine sense, of course you missed!"

Lin Du was cursing even more in his heart than Hou Cang, but his voice became increasingly calm, "Am I blindfolded for the sake of the costume?"

Hou Cang raised his sword coldly, "Otherwise what?"

"Of course, it's because not being blindfolded affects my movements and accuracy more. It's like without your help, senior brother, that thing would be dead now."

Hou Cang's expression grew even colder. "The Vengeful Demon's attack power may not seem strong, but it can not only incite other demons of its kind, but also easily affect the mind of cultivators. If you are trapped by the vengeful mist it spews out..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Du had already leaped back several times. With her nimble movements, dozens of demons rose up from the ground in layers, successfully surrounding the white-robed immortal.

Lin Du escaped the encirclement steadily, his voice slipping through the thicket of demons and reaching Hou Cang's ears in a faint, ethereal voice: "Senior brother, if you're so capable, you go ahead. I'm blind; I can't see the demonic fetus accurately."

Hou Cang, who had failed in his special training, picked up his sword and chuckled: "Heh."

The sword light raged, nearly causing Lin Du's glaucoma to relapse.

But this did not affect her hand speed in making hand seals, because Lin Du deliberately missed the mark in that test just now, because she found that there was a mist that looked somewhat familiar on the demonic fetus. The mist was rather thin, but she was certain that it was the Three Poisons Mist.

Chu Guanmeng confirmed her idea, "The thing attached to the demonic fetus inside this vengeful demon is similar to the one that devoured me last time. It also has the aura of the Heavenly Dao rules, but its power is weaker and smaller."

Lin Du nodded. Very good. Evidence that Qian Yu is the mastermind behind the Demon Tide has been added.

Lin Du's little notebook holds grudges +99.

Chu Guanmeng reminded the murderous Lin Du, "A demon lord is nothing special, but a demon lord with the Heavenly Dao rules within him is very difficult to deal with. Even I, before my power was devoured, had to give him some leeway when I encountered him."

"Now, in this world, you have to give way to everyone who comes," Lin Du said, then added in a relaxed tone, afraid that Chu Guanmeng would be angry. "It's okay, I know my limits. A hundred years of cultivation is like flowing water, gone in the blink of an eye. I want this world to be such that no matter who comes, they will have to give us way a hundred years from now."

Moreover, from beginning to end, Qianyu was more like an invincible sword than the true strategist. He had some brains, but not many. If he wasn't there, there would be other swords.

Before facing the real player, Lin Du needs to resolve the immediate crisis.

The sword light pierced into the body of the last demon in the encirclement, shredding the demonic embryo. The white robe was stained with splattered demonic blood, but the face remained calm and unmoved, as imposing as a celestial being that no one dared to touch.

At the same time, Lin Du finally finished preparing the hand seal. The golden light rings around her body pierced into the body of the vengeful demon through her fingertips, like straight gold bars piercing through the demon. At the same time, countless golden lights turned into fine threads, firmly binding the cloud of mist.

Lin Du formed hand seals again, the red rope on his wrist gleaming brightly. Amidst the endless roars, his calm voice clearly enunciated, "The spirit treasure talisman commands, proclaiming to the nine heavens, may the evil and filth dissipate, may the Dao Qi endure forever, annihilate."

A simple golden character appeared between his slender hands. It was the first divine talisman that Lin Du had just understood a few days ago. The golden character was slapped into the body of the vengeful demon at an extremely fast speed.

Hou Cang had just cleared away the demons that kept rushing towards him when he looked down and saw that inside the pierced body of the vengeful demon, he could vaguely see thousands of golden rays binding something around the demonic fetus. Then, a golden ray containing an irresistible divine power entered into it and directly shattered the demonic fetus.

And then that familiar, cold, sarcastic tone drifted over on the wind again, "My eyesight isn't good, senior brother, could you check for me? Did I miss?"

"No way, he's dead." Hou Cang said coldly, raising his sword to stab Lin Du.

Lin Du neither dodged nor evaded. Amidst Chu Guanmeng's panicked cries, he merely tilted his head slightly to the right, the sword energy grazing her left cheek before piercing the body of a demon that suddenly leaped up behind him.

She turned her head back and said gracefully to her senior brother, "Thank you, senior brother."

Chu Guanmeng clicked her tongue, her earring dangling from the edge of Lin Du's mask, almost resembling half a fluffy earring. "You really know how to pretend."

The core vengeful demon that triggered the first wave of demonic tide was dealt with by Lin Du. The remaining demons lost their collective consciousness and could only fight blindly, without distinguishing friend from foe. Even though the group was large, it was quickly suppressed and dispersed by the cultivators of Zhongzhou and dealt with in a distributed manner.

Just as the demons were being decimated, leaving only a few scattered remnants, someone on the city wall shouted, "Come up and relieve us! The second wave of demons is coming!"

Lin Du's heart skipped a beat. "The ancient texts record that after one wave of demonic tides passes, it might take dozens of days or even months for the next wave to arrive. Why is it coming so quickly?"

Hou Cang frowned as well. "Junior sister, you should go back and rest first."

Lin Du turned around and spotted Qi Zhen in the crowd.

The young man was dressed in black robes with red trim. Under the blood moon, his face appeared even more alluring. He seemed to have some wounds on his face and was smiling at Ni Jinxuan.

Across a mountain of demonic corpses, amidst the bloody gasps, Qi Zhen seemed to sense something. His gaze met Lin Du's from afar, and the smile on his face slowly widened, like an innocent flower of evil, a wicked provocation.

Lin Du laughed along, holding the Floating Life Fan, tossing it upwards, spinning it smoothly in a circle before catching it in his palm. Then, he pointed the top of the fan at his lean waist and tilted his head.

She wanted to see how much of the Three Poisons Mist containing the rules of Heaven was still on his body that she could kill.