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

Dark clouds swirled in the sky, and Lin Tuan landed in another spot before the Lingwu Tournament venue, avoiding Yan Ye's calamity clouds, and sat down on the spot.

Lin Du followed closely behind, landing expressionlessly under Kai Yang's watchful gaze, calculating the time in his mind.

Lin Tuan sat cross-legged within it, and the spiritual energy within his dantian slowly dissipated, then shot straight up into the sky.

A halo of light suddenly appeared in the sky, rippling gently, as if a god had descended.

In the distance, someone was running towards them like a madman.

The man was disheveled, looking like a wild beast struggling to break free of its cage. He had been trapped for a long time and had forcibly torn open the heavy iron cage, stumbling and staggering as if he had lost all his spiritual power.

Even though the man's clothes were disheveled, Lin Du recognized him at a glance; it was Hou Cang.

From Dingjiu City to the desolate wilderness, even the strongest physical body cannot travel such a distance in a short time without spiritual power. Therefore, this person most likely followed the crowd and used the teleportation array of the Spirit Martial Arts Tournament.

It landed at the spectator area of ​​the Spirit Martial Arts Tournament, and then sped all the way here.

Wei Zhi was somewhat surprised. "No wonder Hou Cang didn't show up. This person follows Lin Tuan closely every day. How could he not have noticed or followed her after she left?"

The journey was not easy. There was a powerful being undergoing tribulation and another powerful being sacrificing his cultivation. The spiritual pressure they exuded was enough to make people unable to lift their heads.

Those who can get close are either spirits of heaven and earth, or incarnations of true dragons and immortals, and are unaffected by the pressure.

Hou Cang, however, was in pure human form. He stumbled and fell along the way, but still withstood the powerful pressure from the two Taiqing Realm cultivators and moved forward step by step.

"Master!!"

He struggled to speak, step by step braving the swirling spiritual energy, and walked forward, ignoring Lin Du and Wei Zhi in his path.

"Senior brother!" Lin Du realized that this person really didn't have the spiritual power to support the defensive shield, so he quickly chased after him.

Hou Cang's back gradually hunched over under the pressure of the spiritual energy, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Finally, Wei Zhi couldn't bear to watch any longer and went over to try to remove the spiritual energy restriction on Hou Cang's body.

He soon discovered that it was a magical seal restriction set up by Lin Tuan himself.

No one but Lin Tuan could solve it.

Of course, there is another way to break that restriction: when the caster dies.

Wei Zhi tried to stop Hou Cang, but Hou Cang broke free.

Hou Cang turned his head, his eyes bloodshot. "Don't stop me."

"You can't stop her like this." Wei Zhi knew that Hou Cang had always disliked him and wanted to hint at it, but he couldn't persuade this stubborn mule. As he spoke, he turned to look at Lin Du, "If you go over there, you'll be overwhelmed by the spiritual pressure."

"Of course I know." Hou Cang continued forward. "But I only need one sentence, really just one sentence."

Lin Du had no time to pay attention to Hou Cang; she was drawing a talisman, the first spiritual talisman that Feng Yi had taught her.

This time, however, the talisman is not a talisman for rebirth.

She wanted to send a message to the underworld, but she couldn't use words; she could only rely on talismans and incantations.

Under the watchful eyes of two Kaiyang and a boy, she could only use her mind to summon a talisman brush and draw talismans in her storage ring.

Lin Du forced out a portion of the power of the rules that Xue Ling was born with, and poured it into the talisman.

This kind of talisman, which leads to the underground, has an imperial edict at its head.

After the fall of the Earth God, the edict of the talisman had actually changed subtly, but Lin Du just happened to use the talisman representing Hou Tu.

After Lin Du finished drawing the talisman, he discovered that Hou Cang was getting closer and closer to the center of the spiritual pressure. At this moment, Hou Cang was pressed down on the ground by the spiritual pressure and was struggling to move forward.

Kaiyang tried to stop them several times, but was blocked by Chu Guanmeng and Wei Zhi.

"Look! The final nine heavenly tribulations are here!!" A loud shout rang out from behind.

In the instant the boy was distracted, Lin Du drew out the talisman, infused it with spiritual power, and in the blink of an eye, the talisman burned to ashes.

She lowered her eyes, hoping that this time, it would be Shen Tu who saw her talisman.

Lin Du was right. The strange talisman and the spiritual energy on it made Yama realize who the owner of the talisman was. Given the Ghost Emperor's previous inquiry, he also reported it to him.

Over the years, the supreme god of the underworld has remained vacant, and although the underworld controls reincarnation, its power has been gradually being divided.

When the gods fell, the five ghost emperors split up and became one, and no one could suppress them.

When Shen Tu saw the talisman, he already knew why Lin Du had sent it.

Something has happened to Houtu's true soul.

Shen Tu sighed helplessly. She hadn't expected that she would have to use up her karma with Lin Du before he even ascended to immortality.

"The people of the Thirty-Three Heavens are truly afraid, but since they are true souls of reincarnation, they will not repeat the same mistakes." Shen Tu lowered his eyes to look at the talisman. "Alright, prepare the things. If Heaven won't take them, we will."

Houtu was clearly the highest deity in their underworld, yet she remained in the Thirty-Third Heaven, which was enough to annoy them.

Now, Lin Du has essentially given them their wish.

So what if their divine status is destroyed? In the underworld, they only recognize the first god who opened up the underworld and created the cycle of reincarnation.

Shen Tu raised his hand and manipulated the rules of time.

On the ground of Dongming Realm, the winds and clouds shifted, and time was reversed for only a brief moment.

Lin Du stared at the talisman in his hand, stunned for a moment, then looked up and noticed that the spiritual energy dissipating from Lin Tuan had paused briefly. He quickly realized what was happening.

The Ghost Emperor Shen Tu, originating from the River Styx, possesses the ability to manipulate time rules.

Lin Du looked up. This time, she was really there; there were people below her.

Wei Zhi turned around and met Lin Du's eyes again.

Within his consciousness, Lin Du's extremely calm voice echoed, "With my master holding the line, it will only take the time of a snowfall. Master Wei Zhi, do you remember one of the formations I calculated for you eight years ago?"

"A soul-guiding formation?" Wei Zhi's monk's robe fluttered in the wind.

Lin Du has a habit.

It's a backup.

She would prepare two sets of materials for a well-prepared large formation.

Wei Zhi only realized this because he felt embarrassed to help Lin Du with some trivial things that she was impatient with, since he was living under her roof.

Wei Zhi glanced at Chu Guanmeng, seemingly unaware of the situation.

Moreover, starting just now, Chu Guanmeng jumped off Lin Du and transformed into a tall snow wolf, no longer clinging to Lin Du.

This is unusual.

Hou Cang had already climbed with difficulty to the center of the spiritual pressure. He struggled to raise his hand and grabbed a corner of Lin Tuan's robe that was hanging on the ground.

Lin Tuan finally opened his eyes and looked down at his disciple.

He looked extremely disheveled, his hair was in disarray, his crown was gone, and stray hairs clung to his face, covered in dust and sweat. The hand that had gripped her robe seemed to have some blood on its palm from the spiritual pressure, leaving a small bloodstain on her robe.

Just like when he was a child, he was stubborn and disheveled, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he had been raised by wolves. He could unleash a life-or-death struggle at any moment, and his eyes shone with an extraordinary intensity.

Even though nearly nine hundred years have passed, and she has taught him to wear the wide-sleeved robes of etiquette, tie his hair up, and be clean and tidy, correcting him into a righteous sword cultivator with a clear conscience, at this moment, he still seems to be the same as he was at the beginning.

Lin Tuan couldn't say whether his education was a success or a failure.

She probably never counted as a qualified mentor.

Lin Tuan sighed, but did not raise her hand; her body had already begun to slowly dissipate.

"Master, I only have one question for you, just one question." Hou Cang gasped for breath, his whole body trembling.

Lin Du and Wei Zhi looked over at the same time, fearing that he might say something outrageous.

But no, Hou Cang's throat tightened, and after a moment, he only managed to ask one question.

"Was this...voluntary?"

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, interrupting his task of determining the placement of the formation.

This doesn't sound like something Hou Cang would say.

But those were indeed the words spoken by Hou Cang.

"Yes, I'm willing." Lin Tuan finally reached out and touched Hou Cang's head for the first time since Hou Cang grew up.

Hou Cang didn't dare to move, keeping his head down, but he couldn't feel the weight on his head.

His muscles were trembling all over, but he was desperately trying to keep his body from wavering.

It will be over in a moment, just a moment.

Those warm hands, too, briefly lingered on his head.

Hou Cang lowered his head, watching the protruding shape of the robe slowly begin to fade and collapse.

He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, suppressing his surging emotions.

He should have known this much earlier.

Those who are close to ascension should be especially careful with their words and actions, and cautious with their thoughts, so as not to get entangled in karma and involve more people. When one cultivates to a state of purity, one's heart is pure and clean, without any hindrances.

The goal is to achieve perfection, not to sever all ties.

The bond between Lin Tuan and his master had been perfected long ago, from the moment he learned to choose his own path.

Lin Du is right; the only one who is truly incomplete is him.

The hand above his head was completely empty. Hou Cang felt the restrictions within his body gradually dissipating, and he kowtowed deeply to the ground.

"Master, I won't recite it anymore, I'll never recite it again."

A thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth caused everyone's eardrums to throb, and they involuntarily prostrated themselves.

From this point on, the master-disciple relationship ended, and their merits were fulfilled.