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

Lin Du often wondered, why do people live?

Life is meaningless, but when you actually want to die, you are terrified.

So, in order to live, and to live well, some people risk their lives, abandoning all principles and conscience, and depriving others of their lives and advantages.

From the perspective of Heaven, the 197 people who entered this Lanju Realm were all people who should have died long ago, things that should not exist, and would inevitably be directly eliminated.

Lin Du couldn't even use the formation to send ghosts to the underworld, because the underworld wouldn't accept them.

She asked, "Why do we have to live?"

"They don't hesitate to devour the flesh and blood of innocent people, living a life that is neither human nor ghost, suffering endless torment. Is living really that good?"

Qi Zhun spoke up, "Didn't you also desperately try to live? Otherwise, you'd probably be dead by now, wouldn't you?"

Lin Du nodded. "Yes, I should have died long ago."

As she spoke, she expressionlessly withdrew her consciousness, then raised her hand, intending to completely obliterate the vengeful spirit.

Mo Lin arrived at this moment, carrying his sword and staff, and sped along, using the connection between the disciple tokens to head towards one of the directions in the golden light, with the ethereal white-clad woman following behind him.

Despite the winter heat, he broke out in a sweat, which was quite rare for a cultivator at the Cloud Soaring Realm.

"Junior Uncle! I'm here to save you..."

But the scene before him made him stop in his tracks. The voice, which was tinged with tension, sorrow, and urgency, came to an abrupt halt, and even inexplicably took a turn at the end of its syllable.

"You... what's wrong with you...?"

The young man in the blue robe stood in the golden light array. The metallic embroidery on the robe reflected a cool luster under the golden light. It was a pattern of pine and crane. She always wore loose clothes, but you could still feel her straight back under the loose robe.

Junior Martial Aunt has always been unrefined and lacks proper posture. What would be considered sloppy behavior on others seems to be dashing and unrestrained on her, probably because of her straight spine.

Not far from her lay a "corpse," devoid of any sign of life, its chest even caved in, indicating that it had suffered immense shock and pain before its death.

Compared to the scene before him, Mo Lin would rather believe for a moment that "Senior Brother, Junior Uncle has been captured by a monster."

Hearing his question, Lin Du lazily turned his head to look at him, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of hostility, "Hmm?"

Just as Shao Fei was about to speak, she met Lin Du's gaze.

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That gaze was cold, devoid of warmth; the eyes, black and white, were strangely desolate, like a snowstorm on a cold night. No one could look directly into the biting wind that suddenly swept in from the north in winter.

Shao Fei was startled and saw Lin Du raise a hand, and as he turned around, he revealed the array in front of her, as well as a thin layer of dark blackness suppressed by the array.

Mo Lin, startled by that single glance, assumed his junior master had been possessed. Instinctively, he pointed his sword and staff at Lin Du, yelling, "Come out here! What kind of monster dares to possess the body of a direct disciple of our Supreme Sect?"

Lin Du's gaze, which had been fixed on Shao Fei, shifted to Mo Lin. His face was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow, and his tone was cold and indifferent. "Which demon? It's your weak and helpless junior uncle who was captured by a demon."

Mo Lin put away his sword and staff. What a close call! He almost thought his junior uncle had been possessed by a monster. The way he spoke was definitely his junior uncle's.

Although his tone was a bit cold, those were words that only Junior Uncle could say.

"Junior Uncle, you haven't been possessed by anything unclean."

Lin Du rubbed his fingers together. "Yes."

Just as Mo Lin was about to move forward, upon hearing this, his sword and staff moved horizontally forward again.

Lin Du chuckled, looking down at the sword staff that was almost touching his chin. "Nephew, I know you're a simpleton, but can't you be a little more open-minded sometimes?"

Mo Lin saw the smile on his junior uncle's face, a smile devoid of any joy, tinged with impatience, and was completely certain that it was indeed his junior uncle.

That's how she smiled in front of the window in the inner room on New Year's Eve, not even the curve of her smile was wrong.

No doubt about it, it really is Junior Uncle himself.

He sheathed his sword and staff. The staff was very long, and each sweep had a wide area of ​​effect. He was used to practicing swordsmanship, so he subconsciously drew it back in an arc. Being the most straightforward and cheerful person, he sheathed the staff with great force.

Lin Du simply leaned back slightly to avoid it, but the people behind him weren't so lucky.

After a muffled thud, Mo Lin felt an obstruction and subconsciously turned around, only to see the white-clad figure fluttering and falling to the ground in the wind.

This scene looks familiar, but I'm not sure. Let me take another look.

"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Shao, are you alright?"

Shao Fei struggled to her feet, her palm throbbing with pain from something pressing against it.

"I'm fine..."

Who would have thought that being so close could pose such a risk?

"It's good that you're alright, but something's happened to your fellow disciple." Mo Lin hesitated for a moment, "He seems to be... not doing well."

It's not just bad; not only was his chest cavity caved in, but his vengeful spirit was almost crushed into a thin sheet by Lin Du's formation.

Although the spirit has no definite physical form, it still occupies roughly the size of a person. Now it has been crushed into a thin sheet of paper, a sheet splattered with ink.

Shao Fei spoke up, "I am not from the same sect as him, but merely a servant at his beck and call. If it weren't for the presence of the fellow Daoists of the Supreme Sect today, and my risk to seek their help, I fear I would have remained a slave to this villain for the rest of my life. I will surely repay this kindness today..."

As she spoke, Lin Du suddenly sensed something was wrong. "What did you just bump into?"

The power of the formation was slightly off-center; it was just that one strand of power that was off-center.

However, the calculations of the formation were extremely precise. The moment Shao Fei was thrown out, she instinctively used her internal energy to protect herself, bringing out a small portion of the last remaining opening in the formation.

Therefore, the originally balanced downward force became skewed.

Lin Du almost instantly mobilized his spiritual power, then quickly tried to replenish the skewed power and balance the formation.

But the thousand-year-old ghost was still a seasoned veteran, and in an instant, it unleashed its primal power, broke free of its shackles, and then quickly fell into that body.

"Mo Lin! Kill!" Lin Du blurted out, his voice echoing in the cold night, each word like falling hailstones.

Mo Lin has already made his move. Shao Fei's words are questionable, but since this is the person who captured Junior Uncle, and Junior Uncle orders him to be killed, then he must be killed.

The Xuanjin sword staff burst forth with golden light, carrying a righteous and awe-inspiring gale, heading straight for the person on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Shao Fei cried out in pain as blood flowed from all seven orifices. She struggled to raise her hand to form a hand seal, but at that moment, the person on the ground also swung out a palm strike.

It was nothing special, a palm strike that wasn't particularly powerful at all.

The sword and staff landed squarely on the man's face without any obstruction, and then with a crack, the sword energy, like a thunderclap, pierced through the man's soul.

Lin Du had already quickly concentrated all the power of the formation at Qi Zhun's location, using his folding fan to draw upon the formation's power and channel it all into Qi Zhun's body.

The physical body is ruined, the divine palace is destroyed, the vengeful spirit is annihilated, and the dust settles.