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

The sight of Lin Du lifting up the red willow shocked not only the few people present, but also the elders of various sects in front of the water mirror.

"This Lin Ferry..."

"It's an array." The Lianheng Sect elder, who specializes in array formations, said, "Lin Du's array formation is fine. The first golden light is a counter-array. Breaking a counter-array formation requires extremely precise deduction and calculation. Once the array formation is broken, the resentment will backfire, and the lingering spirits will open the gates of hell."

She paused, her eyes flashing with intense light, "This Lin Du is absolutely a genius in the art of formations."

"With this counter-strategy, even if you gave my disciples seven days, they might not be able to figure it out. They'd be hanging from the red willow tree by now."

"Speaking of which, which great master did Lin Du study under?"

Although Ju Yuan thought this junior sister was truly amazing, he felt that Yu Heng was exaggerating a bit. Hearing the question, he quickly found a way out, "Lin Du, her master is Immortal Venerable Yan Ye."

"Oh, it's Immortal Venerable Yan Ye. It's alright now." Yu Heng recalled the fear of being dominated by Yan Ye in the Central Plains Formation Dao back then.

It makes perfect sense that Lin Du is Yan Ye's disciple.

The master and apprentice were both geniuses to the point of being so abnormal that they were envied by both heaven and man.

Hong Liu was suffering from the backlash of the resentment of the vengeful spirits that had been suppressed for many years, and was now at her last gasp. Lin Du did not want Hong Liu to struggle and self-destruct in her death throes, and the vengeful spirits released from the Ghost Gate were obviously not to be trifled with.

She looked up and saw her three stunned junior apprentices, and shouted, "Come and help!"

Lin Du released the red willow and laid it down with a loud thud, then nimbly stood to one side.

"The Yang Soul Ceremony? Yuan Ye, stand in the east; Yan Qing, in the west; Jin Xuan, in the south. Form the array!"

The boy was slender, and against the backdrop of the blood-red willow tree, he appeared as pale as a diluted ink brush.

The ghostly howls grew increasingly shrill, the demonic energy of the red willow surged, its crimson branches danced wildly, and the dense demonic energy soared into the sky, almost solidifying. The eerie, gloomy spirits blotted out the sun, crowding together and soaring straight into the clouds, forming black and gray tornadoes that continuously burst forth from the huge hole where the tree trunk had been, their roars deafening.

The heavens and earth trembled, as if about to collapse.

Before the water mirror, many sect elders had already stood up. "This is bad! Lin Du has released so many resentful spirits; I'm afraid the small world will collapse!"

"Should we open the gate ahead of time and let the children out quickly!"

Ju Yuan remained seated calmly in the middle, only his hands were clenched into fists beneath his wide sleeves. "No rush, let's wait and see."

"Lin Du is not the kind of reckless child who doesn't leave himself a way out."

"You said she's just a child!" Junqian said anxiously.

If the heavens and earth collapse, the small world will be destroyed, and everyone in the small world may be harmed.

The three members of the Supreme Sect, who had been stunned, flew out the moment Lin Du shouted.

Four youthful figures stood in four directions, and almost at the same moment, their hands rapidly formed hand seals in front of them.

The Yang Soul Technique uses the Yang Soul of a living person to release the cultivator's maximum Yang energy, using the Yang energy that erupts from themselves to intimidate evil ghosts and spirits.

The four men had solemn expressions, and their auras rose steadily, bursting forth with extremely strong golden light in an instant.

The disciples of the Supreme Sect are all exceptionally talented. Lin Du is associated with water and can be associated with the north; Jin Xuan is associated with fire and can be associated with the south; Yuan Ye is associated with wood and can be associated with the east; and Yan Qing is associated with metal and can be associated with the west.

It is the most excellent Four Symbols Formation.

Lin Du raised his hand and scattered the seven materials of the Small Seven Gates Formation, forming the Big Dipper constellation, gathering the yang energy of the four people and suppressing it on the dark, gloomy ghost and the ferocious red willow.

The golden light bursting from the four yang spirits shot into the sky in an instant, enveloping the gray-black yin spirits in a whirlwind. Almost instantly, the ghostly howls were silenced by the shock.

Lin Du raised his eyes and shouted loudly, "Yan Qing! Break the Evil Spirit!"

Yan Qing raised his hand and drew the Xuan Tie Greatsword from his back. Without any fear, his brows furrowed and his eyes were firm. He slashed at the Yin Sha thing that was suppressed by the Yang Soul.

The young man was originally a scholar with refined features, but when he wielded the Xuan Tie Greatsword, he became like a tiger in a rage, his sword aura upright and unyielding, charging forward without hesitation.

With a single slash, the golden light pierced through the dark shadows and the crimson-black demonic energy, shattering the evil spirits with a single strike.

Countless spirits let out their final cries before shattering, their resentment being completely devoured by the golden light. Like a cage, the soaring golden light resembled a golden dragon swallowing a snake, gradually crushing the malevolent energy.

The earth trembled violently, yet the four boys remained firmly atop it. Their robes billowed in the wind, but their figures resembled four unsheathed swords, sharp and piercing. Their four pairs of eyes reflected golden light, highlighting the fearlessness of the youths.

There was silence before the water mirror for a long time. Finally, Ju Yuan spoke first, "It's because they're still children."

The Yin energy of those vengeful spirits, suppressed for at least several thousand years, was enough to destroy a collapsing small world.

Even when faced with immense danger, the children will not run away or back down. They forge ahead with all their might, and despite the earth shaking and the possibility of facing even greater dangers after eliminating the Yin energy in front of them, they are still willing to unleash their Yang energy, leaving themselves in a weakened state afterward.

Young and spirited, they were not allowed to become deserters waiting for an opportunity to act.

"Incredibly, the four of them together managed to break through the resentment of those millions of vengeful spirits. Truly... the younger generation is formidable."

"Truly worthy of being a disciple of the Supreme Sect."

Outsiders only see the dazzling advantages of these children, but only their parents care about the price they have paid.

Ju Yuan's gaze swept over the four children, finally settling on his junior sister, whose every move was earth-shattering.

Lin Du was not in good condition. She was born weak, and if she were to unleash the same amount of yang energy as the four of them, she would inevitably overexert herself. However, she did not want to hold them back.

If the energy of the array is mismatched, the result will not only be insufficient energy or failure to form an array, but also distortion and backlash.

Lin Du took a deep breath, and for the first time felt what it meant to feel completely drained.

She took out a Qi-replenishing pill from the daily necessities that the sect had prepared for all disciples to enter the secret realm, and swallowed it. A chilling coldness flowed through her bones, like a maggot clinging to her bones, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Lin Du frowned. She had an ice spirit root and was not afraid of the cold. This was because she had overdrawn her yang energy after the outburst.

One pill wasn't enough, so she put another one in her mouth and used her spiritual power to neutralize the medicinal effects.

Her face was frighteningly pale, and Ni Jinxuan rushed over, "Junior Uncle?"

"I'm fine," Lin Du waved his hand. "The one in trouble is underground."

The demonic power of the red willow was suppressed and dispersed by their yang energy, and its evil aura was gone. It had also lost its roots, so it could be carried home directly.

She pointed to the willow tree, "Who wants some of this rare and extremely yin substance?"

Yuan Ye glanced at the tree trunk, which was still oozing blood, and shuddered. "No, thank you."

The way my junior uncle spoke was as if he were pointing at a pile of raw meat and telling me to eat some.

Who would dare eat that?

They all waved their hands in polite refusals, but Lin Du calmly took out a brocade ribbon, pulled out gold thread from it, and used the gold thread, which is yang, to seal the yin object. He then tied the willow tree to the ribbon and threw it into his storage ring.

The commotion in the desert was so great that cultivators had already rushed over upon hearing it.

As the gale gradually subsided, Lin Du, exhausted both physically and mentally, slowly hunched over, supporting himself on his knees with his hands, panting heavily.

She suddenly noticed something and stared at the deep pit that had been removed.

Through the crisscrossing tree roots and bones, she saw a faint reflection of silver light.

Lin Du squinted. It was the flash of silver ingots in the formation, but ignoring the silver light, she saw a white skeleton kneeling deep inside.

The bones had turned into jade, indicating that the cultivator's cultivation level was extremely high.

Opposite the skeletons were neatly arranged skeletons. At a glance, and considering the depth of the underground, there were at least a hundred people, all of whom were high-level cultivators. They gleamed with a jade-like luster, completely different from the human skeletons that the willow demon had devoured.

Lin Du suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She straightened up, her throat tightening. "Something's not right."

How many people's bones were found under the tree roots?

Ni Jinxuan was taken aback. Yan Qing took the lead in counting. The root area, which was three zhang in diameter, was filled with white bones and blood-red roots. The broken roots were still oozing black sap, which shimmered with a scarlet light when looked closely.

One hundred and ninety-seven skulls.

Lin Du added, "The skulls of 197 low-level cultivators, all of whom were cultivators at the Qin Xin Realm and Feng Chu Realm, with the oldest skull dating back more than 600 years."

This indicates that after the willow tree became a demon, it ate cultivators from their Central Plains.

"But...we've come in seven times. Have that many people died? Have that many perished in the desert?"

Lin Du's voice was neither loud nor soft, and extremely calm.

All three of them simultaneously felt a chill rise up from their backs, running from head to toe.