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

The mournful zither music suddenly changed tune, instantly becoming as if ten thousand horses were galloping, stirring and generous. The interludes between long notes were like the earth shaking when horses were galloping, causing sand and soil to fall from the hole blasted open by Lin Du's formation.

But nobody cared.

Because two evil spirits possessed the bodies of two cultivators.

For these cultivators who were at most at the Qin Heart Realm, there was no way to stop the process of possession.

Only killing.

Those four unusual geniuses from the Supreme Sect had undoubtedly already decided to kill.

The tall, scholarly-looking young man had already drawn his sword and was poised to strike, while the other, delicate and fairy-like female cultivator lashed out with her whip, which had become a long snake.

Lin Du, the previously underestimated number one talent, crushed the last seven intact skeletons with a single hand, the cracking sounds echoing endlessly.

She was relaxed, even clapping her hands calmly after crushing the object, and then looked up at the person still standing in the corner.

"When did you put it on? Was that the first question Yan Qing asked?"

It was indeed Yan Qing. Yan Qing's slash was not as powerful as Ni Jinxuan's Soul-Destroying Whip. Although the slash was fierce and could intimidate the Yin spirits, Jinxuan's whip may have only struck a little, allowing the Yin spirit to dodge.

Their cultivation level only allows them to sense the approximate location of the spirits.

Yuan Ye sat alone on a pile of bones, completely absorbed in his music. Even the muscles in his face were tense, and the two strings were being rubbed with particular emotion by the bow the boy was holding.

No one knows better than a sound engineer what mental attacks are.

But the premise is that you should not indiscriminately harm people.

Those who had been standing in front of Yuan Ye quietly dispersed, not wanting to be hurt.

Lin Du suppressed the turmoil in his soul, "Come out, don't make me say it a second time."

The man sneered, drew a spirit sword, and said, "You think I'll just come out because you tell me to? Why should I? This body is mine now. So what? Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

Lin Du said "Oh," and added, "You all heard it; he gave in on it himself."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, wait!" someone exclaimed in panic. "This person is a direct disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, one of the three great sects! This is absolutely unacceptable!"

"A direct disciple of the Guiyuan Sect was so easily possessed?" Lin Du took another step forward. "That's truly pitiful."

"Fellow Daoist Lin!"

Lin Du gave a soft "hmm" and took another step forward. The spirit sword was already heading straight for his face.

"If Fellow Daoist Lin kills him, I'm afraid it will cause trouble!"

"Do you have a better way? Do you know if his soul has already been devoured by this old man?"

Lin Du hates trouble, but she hates threats even more.

The Guiyuan Sect disciple who had previously tried to stop him also drew his spirit sword, shielding Lin Du from the blow, and cried out urgently, "Senior Brother Wuxi, I know you're still here, wake up!"

Lin Du's hand holding the Floating Life Fan paused, and his pupils trembled.

Wu Xi?

Isn't that the one destined for Xia Tianwu?

How old is this person? Playing with a bunch of kids like that?

Yes, the story of Xia Tianwu and Wu Xi initially started with a cool, socially awkward second senior sister x a younger, straightforward, and charming young man.

Lin Du: ...So you're saying this thing can't die, right?

He won't die.

Lin Du didn't miss the system's words. Before she could ponder the deeper meaning behind them, Wu Xi had already pushed aside the fellow disciples blocking his way and headed straight for Lin Du.

This person is at the Great Perfection of the Qin Xin Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Core Formation Realm, which is why he came to this secret realm to take a look and look for opportunities.

Lin Du's cultivation level was one level lower than his.

She frowned. Since she couldn't die now, she might as well beat him to a pulp.

Just as the spirit sword was about to reach him, Lin Du raised his hand and blocked the gleaming tip of the sword with a fan. Then, he opened the folding fan and said, "You're not coming out? Then I'll beat this person to death. Let's see if you'll want to come out and change into a second body then."

Her tone was soft and calm, cold and detached, devoid of any emotion, like the soft rustling of snow.

Then the Floating Life Fan opened, and frost crept up the sword tip inch by inch to the person's fingertips and wrists, then froze the person's entire body at an almost terrifying speed.

When Wu Xi was possessed, he tried to use his spiritual power to break free from the frost, but to no avail. The extreme cold penetrated his pores, and his muscles and meridians began to stagnate.

The man strained so hard that the veins in his neck and forehead bulged, but his muscles were unable to move, and even his vision was almost obscured by a thin layer of icy mist.

An unprecedented fear swept over his entire soul, and the soul within his body seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The body was already immobile, while the soul was tearing and fighting.

The man's throat emitted a hoarse, guttural sound, like a dried-up soul crawling out from accumulated cigarette ash, "This is..."

His response was a punch to the head.

Even if she has reached the Great Perfection of the Qin Heart Realm, so what? Yan Ye said that no one can withstand her punch under the Cloud Soaring, so no one can withstand it.

Lin Du was after the face.

"Are you able to get out or not?"

Lin Du withdrew his fist, grabbed the man's throat, and then slowly applied force. The skin on the back of that pale hand was thin and translucent, with prominent blue veins running through it. Even though it looked so ferocious, it was still as beautiful as a work of art.

Xi Qin's melody grew increasingly impassioned. Ni Jinxuan stood to the side, whip in hand, shouting, "Come out here! You've got the guts to steal a man, so come out and fight me!"

Lin Du's eyelids twitched and his lips twitched, but he managed to hold back his laughter.

The disciples of Guiyuan Sect were in a panic, but none of them dared to step in to save the person.

They all witnessed firsthand how Lin Du crushed the skulls of high-level cultivators one by one.

They don't know if the person ranked first on the Qingyun Ranking is really sickly, but he must be a real madman.

The young man's face gradually turned bluish-purple, his pupils rolled upwards, and the hoarse sounds from his throat grew increasingly heavy. Mixed with the sudden, piercing long notes of the zither, a dark gray substance silently emerged from his nostrils and then rushed straight towards Lin Du's face.

The ghostly spirit, carrying a resolute air of fighting, surprisingly failed to break through.

It passed through Lin Du's body in surprise, but Ni Jinxuan seized the opportunity and lashed it with her whip, scattering it into ashes and fragments that floated up like burning paper, drifting gently in the air.

The mournful sound of the zither arose, and in an instant, it seemed as if invisible sound waves completely annihilated these fragments of vengeful spirits.

Lin Du then released the man's throat. "What's your name?"

The man opened his mouth, feeling a sharp pain in his throat and soul.

Lin Du glanced at the other disciples of Guiyuan Sect, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him walk behind you. After we leave the secret realm, have your elders examine his soul."

The group nodded obediently.

The sound of whips cracked again from the other side.

Yan Qing used the back of his broadsword to knock the man unconscious. The ghost was disturbed by Yuan Ye's music and was then bitten back by the original soul. It fled in panic and met the same fate as the ghosts before it, being scattered.

Ni Jinxuan put away the whip, her almond-shaped eyes still sparkling. "Junior Uncle, are you tired? Does your hand hurt?"

The onlookers who witnessed the whole thing: ...Your Supreme Sect is all insane!