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

The monk was confident that he could raise his hand to block the punch.

He did indeed raise his hand to block it. The moment that fist hit someone's arm, the impact made the person feel numb and sore, and even the bones seemed to be on the verge of breaking down, reflecting an unbearable pain.

The fist, encountering such resistance, did not stop its momentum, so the fist, along with the arm that was blocking it, smashed into its own face.

He heard that truly young yet chilling voice ring out again, "You saw the evil cultivators eating people?"

I'll say it again.

Stubborn and low-pitched, exuding a menacing aura.

The cultivator was completely stunned.

"Yes, I saw it."

His answer was a heavy lash.

"Junior Uncle, let me handle this, don't use your fists."

It was a very clear and sweet female voice.

The cultivator, his head spinning from being punched so hard, and then lashed out by a whip, finally snapped, "No way! You're disciples of a righteous sect! Don't you even know what benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness are?!"

A dignified and gentle male voice rang out, "Then do you even know what it means to value life and offer boundless salvation in the Dao? Are you just going to sit idly by? You are utterly devoid of virtue, righteousness, compassion, and mercy. Even a dog on the street would bark twice if it saw a heretic eating people! And you remain unmoved? You are unworthy of cultivating the Dao! Unworthy of being human! Unworthy of existing!"

"I'm not a disciple of your righteous path!"

A haughty, arrogant young voice rang out, "Oh, so this is also a heretical cultivator! Arrest him! Take him to Jun Ding Prefecture!"

The four men rushed forward, but instead of tying him up and taking him away as the man had expected, a big guy went first and quickly pinned him to the ground. Then another man straddled him, and fists the size of sandbags rained down on him like a dull drizzle. Someone else was secretly throwing dirty punches, aiming for his waist.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone four people with eight hands, all of whom are strong and unruly children.

When everything quieted down, the three demon-binding ropes carried by the three people were wrapped around the cultivator's body. His hands, legs, and upper body were each bound by one rope, leaving him like a hopeless human cocoon.

The four of them stood up at the same time and clapped their hands. Lin Du then ordered someone to remove the Spirit-Severing Array.

Yuan Ye suddenly called out under a tree, "Junior Uncle! Hiccup... Look! The little tiger cub!"

Just as Yan Qing was about to drag the person up, having lifted them halfway, she suddenly let go upon hearing this, looked up, and the three of them turned to look in Yuan Ye's direction.

The young man in the crimson-gold robe was holding a tiger cub high in his hands, his hands just enough to hold the little tiger demon's two front paws. The tiger cub's hind legs were still kicking desperately, and its tail was tightly tucked in to protect its private parts.

Lin Du squinted, feeling that this child could somehow elevate that brat to the throne.

"Alright, let's go."

Yuan Ye then held the tiger cub in his arms. The tiger cub tried to struggle and bit into the man's sleeve with a howl, startling Yan Qing and Ni Jinxuan.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine...it's just..."

Yuan Ye picked up a small tiger tooth from the wide sleeve of his outer robe. "The tiger cub's tooth fell out..."

Yan Qing was startled. "Has your body tempering reached this level? You can even chip off a tiger demon's tooth."

Lin Du chuckled and reached out to check the tiger cub's age. "It's five or six months old, just in the teething stage, just right."

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she hadn't lost.

Otherwise, he'll have to increase his training intensity when he gets back.

At the Dingjiu City Junding Prefecture, the sky was already tinged with a faint crab-shell blue, carrying a hint of gray and coldness.

The night shift guard at the gate was exhausted and slack off. He had just greeted his two disciples when he suddenly turned around and met a pair of cold, clear eyes. He was startled and quickly noticed the disciple token on the leader's waist.

"Who goes there?" The rules of Jun Ding Prefecture were much stricter than those of the Supreme Sect. Even though the guards saw the disciple's token, they still asked questions.

"Lin Du, the 99th generation disciple of the Supreme Sect."

"So it's Martial Uncle Lin. And who is that?" The guard looked behind her.

Beside the three of them was a flying artifact that hadn't been put away. On it was something that looked roughly like a person, and you could even see the frost on its clothes and eyelashes. The winters in the northern part of Zhongzhou were extremely cold and long. If you didn't have some spiritual power to protect yourself, you would definitely freeze into a stick after flying in the sky for a while.

"I returned from driving away beasts from Heding Village with my three nephews. We happened to catch a sinister and evil cultivator on the edge of the village, so we brought him to Junding Prefecture along the way."

After Lin Du finished speaking, the three people behind him nodded with smiles on their faces, displaying the demeanor of righteous disciples.

The guard exclaimed, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!"

Lin Du nodded politely and led his men inside, heading straight for the eighteen-sided dungeon on the north side of the mansion, following the guard's directions.

In Jun Ding Prefecture, there are always True Persons from various sects on duty in rotation. Apart from Ju Yuan, who was sent here to settle accounts, the True Person on duty this year is He Gui.

The restrictions on the eighteen dungeons required a special person to open them. Lin Du took a closer look and confirmed that it was indeed her master's work.

Every array master has their own quirks when setting up arrays, which are actually quite easy to spot for those who are familiar with them.

Lin Du was familiar with Yan Ye's quirks. He liked to incorporate his own sword intent into complex formations and killing arrays, as if he had to prove that he was a formation master who could cultivate sword intent.

The Eighteen-Sided Dungeon doesn't just have eighteen cells; it's divided into eighteen areas, where prisoners are held according to their severity, crime, and level of danger.

Upon entering, it wasn't the chilling, dark, bloody, and howling hell I had imagined. Instead, there was a faint, bitter smell of herbs. It was a completely ghost-free place. There were no instruments of torture on the walls. It was so clean and tidy that there wasn't even a speck of dry grass. It was quiet, except for the occasional loud snoring of some monsters and demons sleeping.

This was the first time the four new disciples had entered the Eighteen-Sided Dungeon. There were many rumors circulating outside, with some saying that there were many evil demons and monsters in Jun Ding Mansion who had committed all sorts of evil deeds and were subjected to hellish tortures after being imprisoned.

After walking along a narrow path lined with blue bricks and a lamp that burns eternally, you arrive at a main hall.

Before they could even lead their people inside, they heard a familiar scolding voice.

"You too! I told you to be careful, to be careful! Did you hide your brain so well that the Hidden Edge Sword Technique made you lose your mind? How come you didn't know... how come you didn't know to protect yourself! Where's your spiritual energy protecting you! How did you get poisoned, you..."

Ju Yuan's voice came from inside, and Ni Jinxuan quickened her pace.

"Master."

As soon as they entered the main room, they saw Ju Yuan standing in front of Mo Lin, holding an account book and an abacus in his hand. The ebony abacus was being tapped on Mo Lin's head, and the beads clattered as they moved with his arm.

Ju Yuan's face showed disappointment, but Lin Du noticed that his senior brother's hand holding the account book was bulging with veins and even trembling slightly, with the thick account book twisted and wrinkled.

Mo Lin was a bit taller than Ju Yuan. At this moment, he lowered his head and let his master scold him, showing none of the handsome and sharp spirit he had when he was out in public.

Xia Tianwu, who was standing to the side, offered a word of advice: "It's impossible to defend against a Gu Master's Gu, not because you lack spiritual power to protect yourself."

"Once I wake up Shao Fei and find out what kind of poison it is, I will prepare an antidote and be able to save my senior brother."

"You don't need to protect your senior brother. As long as you are strong enough, all your schemes and tricks are nothing but illusions. He is..."

Before Ju Yuan could finish speaking, Lin Du suddenly said, "It was my plan that wasn't perfect. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"It's my fault for not informing Senior Brother in advance. Master, if you want to blame someone, blame me!" Ni Jinxuan said quickly.

Ju Yuan fell silent, his mouth opening and closing, before finally managing to utter a single, barely audible sentence: "It's my fault! My disciple's injury is naturally due to my poor instruction. It's all my fault."

Lin Du smiled and shook his head. The smile was faint, tinged with a sense of dejected self-mockery. "Instead of looking for reasons within myself, I should properly deal with the real culprits."

Instead of blaming yourself, blame others.

These are words that a righteous person shouldn't say. Lin Du thought about it and didn't say anything.

Yuan Ye said, "I know, that's exactly what my father did. Instead of blaming myself, I should punish others! Imprison them all and confiscate their property!"

Lin Du: ...It still has to be the Yuan family.