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

Xia Tianwu was in a hurry to take Mo Lin back to the sect for treatment, but the tracking array that Lin Du had Yuan Ye set up suddenly became active.

Within the small circular array, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly appeared, followed by a surge of demonic energy, and a cluster of flames suddenly leaped up, swaying and crashing towards the northwest.

"I'll take the children, you take your senior brother back," Lin Du said.

Mo Lin was a little worried and wanted to go with them, but Xia Tianwu had already sealed his meridians to prevent him from using his spiritual power and to prevent the spread of the poison.

"It's alright, I have a master. At worst, I can call on him when things get really tough. Anyway, he hasn't left the house in all these years, so it's good for him to get out and stretch his muscles."

In just a short while, Lin Du had become arrogant again, clearly having forgotten the pain of his past mistakes.

If you can't beat them, call for reinforcements—a traditional virtue of the Supreme Sect.

Summer's gaze was unfriendly. "How come I didn't think you had a master?"

"Ah, the tiger fur in this formation is on fire. It looks like the cub isn't far away. Yuan Ye, come on, your junior uncle will take you to hunt the tiger."

Lin Du turned to leave, but suddenly felt his movements restricted by some mysterious force—Xia Tianwu grabbed his collar.

She turned her head innocently, "Second nephew, what's the matter? I'm in a hurry to catch a tiger."

"Don't use your spiritual power recklessly. If anything happens, let Jinxuan and the others handle it." Xia Tian stared intently into her eyes, his gaze carrying a heavy sense of intimidation.

Lin Du hadn't realized before that a medical cultivator could be so oppressive.

She readily agreed, "Okay."

"Repeat what I said." Xia Tianwu hadn't let go yet.

Lin Du felt that he was no different from the tiger being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, and whispered, "Second nephew, let go first."

It remained perfectly still in the summer.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment. Lin Du closed his eyes and quickly repeated, "Don't recklessly use your spiritual power. If anything happens, let Yan Qing and the others handle it."

Xia Tianwu didn't care that she had switched people. She let go of her hand, patted her head, and said, "Be good. I can take your pulse. I can even tell how much spiritual energy you used up and how long you accumulated it."

What a powerful, invisible deterrent!

Lin Du led his men and ran, practically bursting out of the door.

The wind swirled into the house, and the faint sound of copper bells faded into the distance.

Mo Lin shivered. "It's so cold."

Xia Tian glanced at him. The man was very tall, and because he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years, his clothes were very thin. Now, without spiritual energy to protect him, he was freezing cold.

"Reach out your hand."

A woman's cold, indifferent voice rang out. Mo Lin was a little scared and shrank his shoulders. "What's wrong... I'm very obedient, unlike Junior Uncle."

"Aren't you cold? Although you can't use your spiritual power, my spiritual power contains a strange fire that can suppress evil spirits and poisons. It won't accelerate the spread of the poison; on the contrary, it can help relieve your symptoms."

Mo Lin obediently extended his hand, letting her hold his wrist. A stream of fire spiritual energy, carrying the purest yang energy, flowed into his meridians. The coldness that had seemed to be seeping out from between his bones was quickly dispelled after the spiritual energy flowed through.

He glanced at Xia Tianwu. The woman's expression remained indifferent. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. Her long eyelashes were like the misty willow catkins that fell on his sword in spring. The crimson cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye seemed to be the source of her vitality, so vivid.

"Junior sister."

"Hmm?" Xia Tian didn't look up at her.

"You're really angry today."

Summer is absent: ...

"I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress your Gu poison without using a different kind of fire."

Mo Lin thought to himself that he wasn't actually talking about that; it was she who scolded his junior uncle and then scolded him.

He is afraid.

But it also feels warm.

It's as if summer has come alive again, no longer cold and lifeless.

The four boys ran in the direction indicated by the tracking array all the way to the edge of the village, towards the mountain. A cold wind swept over them, but they didn't feel cold.

Yuan Ye opened his mouth to speak, but then gasped for breath, remembering he needed to put on a scarf. "It's windy, you guys, wear scarves, hiccup..."

The four of them put on their scarves and ran as fast as they could until they finally noticed human presence.

"Jinxuan and Yanqing, engage the enemy head-on to draw their attention. Yuanye, listen to my instructions and set up a trap formation." Lin Du quickly made the arrangements.

"Who dares to steal our Supreme Sect's tiger cub?" Yuan Ye shouted from afar.

The man was startled, and then he heard a whip whistling through the air.

The Exquisite Whip of Deception, carrying a seemingly gentle but actually fierce gale, struck him directly in the face.

The cultivator hurriedly tried to push him away, but then saw a person leap up. Under the pale moonlight, the blue-robed youth held a broad-backed sword with a cold, dark blue light in both hands. He leaped high into the air, his whole body like a tiger in a frenzy. The sword wind was sharp and straight, carrying a heavy pressure as it came down on his head.

The man hastily responded to the attack, which came with great force. Although it was only an attack from a Qin Xin Realm cultivator, it was still not to be underestimated.

The sharp crack of whips and the piercing sound of blades cutting through the air followed one after another. The man was first harassed by the whips that resembled dragons and snakes, and then forced to retreat repeatedly by the fierce blade energy.

A dazzling display of spiritual energy flashed before his eyes, and the whip's tail even struck him several times, causing a burning pain from the internal force.

"What are you doing! I'm just a passerby!"

"A passerby? Just because someone's a passerby doesn't mean they can steal tiger cubs? Every blade of grass, every tree, every rock here belongs to our Supreme Sect!"

As Yuan Ye set up the formation according to the directions given by his junior uncle through divine sense, he shouted loudly, "This mountain is mine, this tree is mine! If you want to pass, leave your tiger cubs behind! Hiccup..."

The man looked in surprise toward the sound, wanting to end the battle quickly, so he released the pressure of a cultivator at the Cloud Soaring Realm, but in an instant he heard a light voice, "Alright, retreat."

Before the cultivator could figure out what the sentence meant, he found that he couldn't mobilize his aura.

"A third-tier Profound-grade Spirit-Suppressing Array? How is that possible? Isn't this a newly initiated disciple?"

He looked up and glanced around, finding four people standing nearby, their faces covered with veils, only four pairs of eyes, each with a different expression but burning gaze, watching him in the cold night.

Are they really just bandits blocking the road?

"You carry the scent of a tiger demon cub," Lin Du said. "During the day, you took the tiger demon cub to the scene where the evil cultivators were eating people, didn't you?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

The four men stared intently at the person in the center of the formation, who felt a chill run down his spine from their intense gaze.

"I'm not..."

Lin Du tilted his head. "You heard everything? He said he didn't, so what do we do?"

"Beat him up!" Yuan Ye shouted, raising his arm.

Ni Jinxuan followed closely behind, "Use a whip! Won't your hands hurt!"

Cultivator: ...What kind of things are these new disciples of the Supreme Sect?

Yan Qing sheathed his sword, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Junior Uncle, let me do it. I'm strong."

"No, don't hit them! I just released the tiger cubs back into the wild. You can still catch them now!"

Lin Du narrowed his eyes. "So you saw the evil cultivator eating people?"

The man remained silent. Lin Du nodded, walked into the formation expressionlessly, and punched the man in the face.

Even without spiritual power, Lin Du's fists are extremely powerful. Although she cannot train her muscles and bones like ordinary people, she goes into Luo Ze's interior every day not just to brainwash people.

Going against the current not only trains the lungs and internal organs, but also muscle strength and endurance.

"You saw the evil cultivators eating people?" Lin Du asked again.

Her voice was cold, and in the cold night it sounded even more like it was carrying shards of ice, bringing a chill to the ear.