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

The final competition at the Lingwu Tournament venue was a ring battle.

But at this moment, a gloomy and desolate atmosphere prevailed; the room was filled with indignation, yet utterly silent.

With a thud, Mo Lin crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena.

He struggled to get up, one hand gripping the hilt of the longsword that was already drawn.

"I suggest you admit defeat now."

If anyone were present, they would be able to tell that this person looks exactly like Kaiyang from the Array Master Competition.

Mo Lin raised his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Admit defeat? Why should I admit defeat?"

"You practice the Hidden Edge Sword. The moment your sword fell before it struck me, you had already lost," the man said with a faint smile. "I have no interest in becoming the champion; I only wish to meet the previous strongest."

"So as long as you don't admit defeat, I'll keep fighting, and you'll be the one who gets hurt."

Mo Lin slowly stood up. "I haven't lost yet."

"You lost your right to do so the moment you accidentally injured a civilian who had wandered in while you were slaying a large number of demons in an attack."

"Our strength lies not in killing, but in protecting." He stood at the edge of the arena, raising his sword once more. "Therefore, I will not lose, and you will never win."

"I'm not a killer," the man said, shaking his head. "So, you resort to empty talk just because you can't win?"

Ni Jinxuan stood on another arena, looking at the boy dressed as a child in front of her, holding a whip, his once bright eyes now dulled by his injuries.

"Losing? That's out of the question. You think you can beat me? You're all brawn and no brains! You're no match for me!"

Despite the powerful reinforcement array on the arena floor, it was riddled with broken stones and deep pits. A once intact stone slab was now shattered into pieces, clearly the result of a single blow from a fist and a whip.

Ni Jinxuan leaped up again, and just as they were about to clash again, the long whip lashed out from behind the boy.

The boy had anticipated this, and as he dodged, he moved forward, just as Ni Jinxuan had predicted.

But then the already stained apricot-colored skirt fell into the air again, barely grazing the fist, while the other end of the whip landed back in her hand. With a forceful pull, she caught the person who was trying to dodge to the side.

The boy gripped the Linglong Breaking Illusion Whip tightly, trying to pull the person on the ground up.

Ni Jinxuan stood firmly in the pit, recalling the best angle and point of force that Lin Du had told her, and forcefully threw the person towards the edge of the ring.

The boy was thrown heavily to the edge and hurriedly tried to get up using a pillar, but Ni Jinxuan took the opportunity to throw him to the other side.

The boy quickly cast a Thousand-Pound Curse on himself, but seeing that Ni Jinxuan was completely unaffected, he became anxious.

All the onlookers saw was Ni Jinxuan using a whip to firmly bind the boy, swinging him back and forth, again and again, in all directions, like a giant pendulum, making him spin around in the air.

"Hey no! Put me down!!! I'm going to faint!! I'm going to throw up!!"

"Put me down!!" the boy cried. "I surrender! I surrender!"

Ni Jinxuan used her divine sense to control the whip's tail, and saw the boy fly away like a shooting star, curving in the air.

The cultivators who had just been tossed around by the boy burst into thunderous applause.

As luck would have it, the trajectory of the flying object landed squarely on another arena where a fight was still taking place, thanks to Ni Jinxuan's prayers.

The boy was dizzy and disoriented, and before he could control himself with his spiritual power, he crashed heavily into the side of his master.

If the boy had been heading towards the arena earlier, he wouldn't have been disturbed, since each arena has a defensive shield. However, Mo Lin was beaten so badly that the cultivator destroyed the arena's defensive shield. Now, the boy, who had been hit in the lumbar spine by the Thousand-Pound Curse, is now in serious trouble.

Mo Lin was locked in combat with the cultivator and hadn't yet realized what had happened to him. However, his fighting instincts kicked in, and his sword energy suddenly surged, accompanied by thunderous roars. Like a thunder dragon, he charged towards his opponent, blasting both of them off the stage.

The two siblings caught each other effortlessly, sending both master and servant flying.

This master and servant pair lost very smoothly.

The spectators were silent for a moment, then applause and cheers soared into the sky.

"Yay!!"

"Serves him right! Serves him right!!!"

Mo Lin turned around and met Ni Jinxuan's smiling face. He raised his fist and bumped it against her from a distance, then laughed.

Although the way these two lost was somewhat dramatic, everyone could hear the provocative intent in the master and servant pair's earlier actions. Even though their identities had been verified and they were not demons, their behavior still seemed too arrogant and carried a hint of deliberate provocation.

The presiding monk deliberately put on a stern face, "Although this was an accident, now that they've stepped off the stage, the match is over. It's clear that neither side can continue fighting."

The man's expression quickly softened. "He can no longer compete, but I can. I want to challenge the strongest person here."

Ni Jinxuan, however, had already realized what was going on. Clutching the disciple token at her waist, she asked, "Then tell me, who do you want to challenge?"

The cultivator looked at Ni Jinxuan, "The strongest person in the Dongming Realm."

Ni Jinxuan listened to the voice coming from the disciple token and thought to herself, "Just as I thought."

Junior Uncle was indeed incredibly insightful.

This was aimed at those within their sect who had almost completely withdrawn from the world.

"Just now, I suppressed my cultivation to the same level as this person during the competition, but that doesn't mean my strength is at that level. I don't want to claim the title of champion; I just want an opportunity."

Seeing this, Ni Jinxuan, following Lin Du's instructions, shouted, "Then go and make a Heavenly Oath to duel yourself."

The cultivator could only feel helpless upon hearing this; wasn't his meaning quite clear?

According to the rules of the Lingwu Tournament, only the winner is qualified to challenge the previous champions.

But this person is deliberately obfuscating the main point.

"A duel requires both parties to be present. How can I duel if a powerful being doesn't step out?"

"You can do what they do and wait at the foot of our Supreme Sect's mountain gate," Ni Jinxuan said innocently. "Aren't you very powerful? You can even break through the mountain gate. Once the protective formation is broken, that's fine."

Mo Lin: ? Isn't this still my little junior uncle's sweet little cotton-padded jacket? Suddenly it's leaking air, isn't it?

The man's expression was somewhat strange. "The mountain-protecting formation is broken, and that's enough?"

"Of course not." Ni Jinxuan chuckled, her voice clear and crisp. "Our mountain-protecting formation gathers the power of heaven and earth. If you try to break it by force, you'll also attract heavenly lightning."

Although I don't know why high-level cultivators are afraid of heavenly lightning, since my junior uncle told me to guide it towards the Heavenly Dao, then I'll guide it that way!

The cultivator indeed frowned slightly.

Just as everyone was locked in a stalemate, a profound aura descended from afar at an extremely fast speed.

On the other side, Lin Du suddenly realized something and looked at the desolate desert ahead.

"Do you want to find me?"

A purple figure descended, and the person who had been in seclusion for a long time reappeared before the public. All the onlookers who had been sitting stood up.

"Is...is it Immortal Venerable Lin Tuan??"

"As expected of Immortal Venerable Lin Tuan!"

Meanwhile, another figure in black descended onto the field of the formation competition.

Before anyone could speak, they looked at Lin Du and asked, "What did you do? There's a smell of smoke; did you blow up the arena?"

Lin Du greeted him lazily, "Hey, you've arrived, old man. Look at what you're saying, how could that be?"

Yan Ye stared at Lin Du.

"It's just cupping Mother Earth, what's wrong with that?" Lin Du said calmly.

Yan Ye scanned the area with his divine sense. "Your array?"

Lin Du nodded. "My formation."

The master and disciple talked to themselves, oblivious to the murmurs around them. They hovered in the air, one in green and the other in black, one with white hair flowing freely, the other with his hair neatly tied up, looking serene and carefree, laughing at the world.

In that instant, someone suddenly understood why Yan Ye had only taken Lin Du as his disciple in his entire life.

And what does it mean to have an unbroken flame and a mentor-disciple relationship?