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

Lin Du endured the oppressive aura and turned to look into the cabin. "Yuan Ye, Xi Qin, play whatever you want, just disrupt the rhythm of the copper bells."

Yuan Ye immediately took out his zither, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to play a mournful tune.

The sound of the copper bells was broken by the mournful sound of the zither. Yuan Ye was far from being as relaxed as he appeared. Usually, he would close his eyes and furrow his brows to appear intoxicated, but now he was struggling. His face had wrinkled from a white steamed bun into shumai pleats.

Yan Qing realized something. "Is it the Corrosion Bell?"

Using this bell to break through the formation is a method from southern Yunnan.

Lin Du didn't have time to spare to answer the question, so he tossed something to him, "Yan Qing, Qian Qi."

Yan Qing accepted it and realized it was a Nanwu Tian Stone.

"Tianwu, Ranhuo, Liwu." Lin Du tossed something to Xia Tianwu.

Then, Lin Du ordered several people to run around and barely managed to set up a group-locking formation for her.

Lin Du stood in the center of the formation, expressionlessly wiping away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips. He then placed a spirit crystal down and, with all his might, managed to force out a bit of spiritual power under the pressure of the battle between high-level cultivators, thus activating the formation.

A faint golden light appeared on the ground, crisscrossing to form a Bagua pattern. Then, eight golden pillars rose up, like an inverted golden cage, firmly enveloping the five people inside. The oppressive force that had been pressing down like Mount Tai earlier immediately dissipated.

Yuan Ye's brow relaxed, and the tune suddenly quickened in tempo.

Lin Du felt the turbulent flow of spiritual energy within his body and knew something was wrong. He involuntarily raised his hand to cover his heart.

She was in so much pain.

The pain was so intense, it felt like I was being crushed by a hydraulic press.

Lin Du frowned and gritted his teeth as he rummaged through the pills Jiang Liang had concocted to relieve his pain. He swallowed one, but it didn't work, so he simply stuffed a handful in and swallowed them whole. He then turned to look at his senior brother, who was locked in combat with that person.

Amidst the mournful strains of the zither, Ju Yuan's silhouette also took on a tragic air, resembling that of a lone martyr fighting a desperate battle.

But his situation was much better than Lin Du had imagined, and he even seemed to have the upper hand.

Ju Yuan seemed to like dragon patterns. Today, his azure dragon-patterned robe billowed in the air due to spiritual energy, and the dragon on his back seemed to come alive as it roamed among the clouds.

The silver spear pierced the air like a dragon's roar, its cold light gleaming. The golden spiritual power belonging to the spear's owner erupted in the sparse, cold clouds pierced by the sunlight, and then, with a righteous and awe-inspiring aura, it resisted the strange attack of the cultivator who was clearly a realm higher than him without giving an inch.

A dazzling array of lights scattered, and Ju Yuan caught a whiff of a rich fragrance.

Where does the fragrance of flowers come from in winter?

He frowned, held his breath, and thrust his spear out again. The shaft of the spear swung through the air in an arc of light, creating a dazzling display of power in the man's hands.

It is a path of uprightness, yet it twists and turns endlessly, leaving people dazzled and unable to predict the man's next move.

A white rainbow pierced through the golden spiritual energy fluctuations, followed by the sound of tearing silk.

Ju Yuan's face turned pale. He raised his hand and held the gun horizontally in front of him to block the white rainbow. The gun shaft vibrated so much that his palms went numb.

"So this is all the geniuses favored by Heaven are." The white-robed man's hoarse voice, sounding like that of an old woman, carried a hint of sarcasm. He then raised his right hand and beckoned slightly.

The moment the man in white waved, the sound of the copper bell abruptly stopped.

A crossbow bolt aimed at the ship, infused with spiritual power, and shot out.

Lin Du didn't even blink, pressing down on Xia Tianwu's attempt to get up, and transmitted his thoughts, "A sharp weapon can't break it."

Her monstrous master's array formations were unconventional. While other people's defensive arrays could withstand large-scale pressure, they would be shattered if the power was concentrated on attacking a single point.

However, neither the defensive array of this spirit ship nor a single person could overcome it.

Unless they split up and attack together, and explosive power is not enough to subdue it, they need to suppress it persistently.

It can basically exhaust the strength of the cultivators surrounding the ship's attack and defense formation.

Ni Jinxuan looked nervously at the blue figure. "I think Master might not be able to beat that weirdo."

"Why would you have such a thought?" Yan Qing asked calmly. "This person is hiding his true identity, but his cultivation technique is not recorded in the biographies of the Chongxiao Ranking. Even if he is not a person, someone more powerful than your master should be on the Chongxiao Ranking."

The Heavenly Ranking includes both humans and demons; as long as one is in this realm, one cannot escape the laws of Heaven.

Yan Qing's implication was that the other person could not possibly defeat Ju Yuan.

Lin Du suddenly spoke up, "What if someone who shouldn't be in this world came into it?"

Yan Qing was suddenly startled, then looked at the ten people who were continuously attacking the defensive formation in astonishment.

"The world of classical Chinese poetry?"

Everything in the universe has its predetermined destiny. If something is not within this realm and is not born from the Heavenly Dao of this realm, it will naturally not be recognized.

"I've always had bad luck," Lin Du said, chuckling softly. "I always seem to get into trouble."

This scene never appeared in the original storyline.

There would be no ancient city beneath the desert, and no white-robed figures.

The butterfly effect is far more powerful than Lin Du imagined. This is indeed a complete world. Even though many of them already have a script for their lives, Lin Du is the variable that intervenes in it.

"It's still too weak," Lin Du thought.

She hated this feeling of being powerless.

I've always hated it.

The defensive formation was on the verge of collapse, and finally, after dozens of people exerted their relentless efforts, it cracked.

Yuan Ye was so startled that his hand trembled, and the melody took a turn, sounding like an old lady who had tripped and fallen.

Xia Tian raised his hand and activated his strange fire, preparing himself to face ten cultivators of the same level on his own.

Lin Du looked at the cultivators who had exhausted their spiritual energy and could only keep themselves suspended in the air. A deep sense of mockery appeared on his face, which was deathly pale from the pain. He slowly tightened his grip on the fan handle.

Just as she was about to unfold the Floating Life Fan, a giant shadow of a large spirit ship suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. Before anyone could be seen, a loud, mocking voice rang out, "Damn it, I told you your right eyelid was twitching today, but you didn't believe me. Well, look what happened, you've met with disaster!"

A sword intent, sharp and distinctly different from the voice's owner, split into eleven sword energies in the air, each emitting a burst of sound in turn.

"You little brats, your senior uncle from the Guiyuan Sect invites you to watch a daytime fireworks display."

Pei Qin's figure suddenly appeared at the bow of the ship, and a sharp crossbow bolt shot towards his chest.

"Damn, you cloud bandits even bring crossbows now? Your equipment is getting better and better."

The purple-robed cultivator stepped forward, sword in hand. "You used the Cloud-Piercing Crossbow, so in return, I'll fire a cannon for you?"

He raised his hand and brandished his sword, but there was no hint of mockery in his eyes. "Heavenly Fire Thunder Explosion."

Just as Pei Qin swung his sword, Ju Yuan, who had been at a disadvantage, flipped over in mid-air and then unleashed a powerful spear thrust.

"A long dragon enters the sea."

Amidst the continuous explosions of sword energy, Xi Qin played a passionate tune, and the dragon roared powerfully.

The sword energy carried an explosive and ferocious aura, forcing dozens of people who had not yet reached the Radiant Sun Realm to retreat one after another, and then fall into the clouds with a thud like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The white-robed man standing at the stern was violently knocked back several feet by the spear that transformed into a dragon, sticky bloodstains hanging from the edge of his silver mask.

"I've already said I'm a cultivator on the Chongxiao Ranking. So what if your cultivation level is higher than mine?"

The silver spear tip pointed at the man in white robes, whose expression remained righteous and awe-inspiring. "How about I send you down to find your precious beast?"