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

The newly initiated disciples witnessed for the first time how prisoners were interrogated in the eighteen-sided dungeon.

Yuan Ye crossed his arms and said softly, "This is completely different from our mortal world."

Lin Du nodded, expressing his strong approval, noting that it was completely different from what was portrayed in modern TV dramas.

There was no whipping or torture. First, an offering was made on the altar, three sticks of incense were lit, and greetings were offered to Heaven, Earth, and the ancestors. Then, the person was placed comfortably in a seat, a cup of hot tea was poured, and the person was politely asked about their name, lineage, and background.

Shao Fei was still unconscious, and the first person to be interrogated was the cultivator who had been frozen into a human stick.

The cultivator shakily drank a cup of hot tea, and the frost on his eyelashes melted away. He met the exceptionally kind gaze of Master He Gui, and then looked at the row of Wushang Sect disciples standing with their arms crossed, looking down at him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of disconnect.

He Guisheng was extremely gentle and kind, and his speech also carried a gentle tone. "So, fellow Daoist, what is your name, and where do you come from?"

"Li Wei came from Jingji Island."

He Gui smiled slightly, "Li Wei? Fellow Daoist, what a simple and unpretentious name."

Lin Du lowered his eyes to hide his deep thoughts. There aren't many people with such a simple name in the cultivation world. There are 260,000 people named Li Wei and 290,000 named Zhang Wei in the whole country. I wonder how many people in the cultivation world have this name.

Before the cultivator could answer, He Gui turned to ask another question, "What is your purpose in coming to the territory of the Supreme Sect?"

"Passing by, wandering the world."

He Gui nodded, his gaze becoming even more amiable. He then casually asked a few more questions, which the cultivator answered briefly. Unexpectedly, the questioner changed the subject, "So, Fellow Daoist Zhang Wei, why exactly did you appear at the scene of the evil cultivators eating people?"

"Just passing by, what a coincidence." The monk was completely unaware that He Gui had changed his surname in his words.

He Gui let out a long "oh," a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He turned to the guard and said, "Take him to the Nine Nether Pavilion. It seems this fellow Daoist has lost his memory. He's even forgotten his surname, Li or Zhang. He needs time to remember who he is and what he does."

The children, unaware of what the Nine Nether Pavilion was, curiously wanted to follow along to see it.

He Gui, dressed in a light-colored robe, still smiled gently, "Children don't need to watch it, it's meaningless and extremely boring."

It's incredibly boring. It's a place devoid of spirits, and it isolates all five senses. You can't see, hear, touch, or smell anything. There's nothing there.

They could not perceive the passage of time, had nothing to do, and could not even extend their divine sense.

After listening to the explanation, Lin Du glanced at the three burning incense sticks again.

Before half an incense stick had even burned out, a report came from the guards.

"He confessed?" He Gui, who was sitting upright, suddenly raised his head.

The guards appeared from the other side of the path.

"They confessed. They were hired by the owner of Fusifang to test the strength of our sect's four new disciples who made it onto the Azure Cloud Ranking. They chose a mountain village in a subordinate area and lured a tiger demon down the mountain to eat a cow so that the village chief would ask the sect for help. Such a small matter is usually handled by low-level cultivators."

"Who would have thought that while secretly observing, I happened to encounter the evil cultivators eating people, so I carried the tiger cub around there, trying to make it more difficult for my senior brothers and uncles to solve the case. This way, I could secretly test their strength and intelligence. However, I didn't expect that after testing them, when I was leaving under the cover of night, I was captured by my junior brothers."

He Gui smiled slightly, "The people sent by Fusifang this year are no good; they were actually captured alive."

Lin Du already knew from Yuan Ye and Yan Qing about how newly listed cultivators on the Azure Cloud Ranking were tested for strength and their information sold. Hearing this, he chuckled, "They can release a tiger cub, but they can also watch a child be eaten?"

"Perhaps it wasn't about releasing them," He Gui said gently, his amber eyes gleaming. "For people like them who make a living off bounties, it's inconvenient to carry live animals. During the day, you're running around everywhere, so he can't find a place to kill tigers for their skin and bones. That's why he prepared the prey and set off when he thought you'd settled down and wouldn't go out to search anymore."

"Who would have thought that you would specifically go looking for tiger cubs?"

Gui Jian and his disciples, their spirits somewhat heavy, patted them on the shoulder with a smile, "You're all smart kids. Your personal information is now worth at least a thousand spirit stones."

"That's a bit low," Lin Du commented. "Who's the most expensive one in our Supreme Sect?"

He Gui hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's hard to say."

"The highest price ever paid for a disciple from the hundred generations is that of your eldest brother, Mo Lin. He cultivates the Hidden Edge Sword technique, and back then, seven groups of people couldn't get him to draw his sword."

"In my generation, it's Senior Brother Jiang Liang, because he never leaves his home, and his fame is priceless."

"In the previous generation, I only knew Uncle Yan Ye. He was about the same age as Jiang Liang and didn't like to go out. Back then, his information cost five thousand spirit stones, but like Mo Lin, no one ever reached the upper limit of his array mastery."

Lin Du stroked his chin thoughtfully. "If the student surpasses the teacher, then I should be worth at least six thousand."

The four boys exchanged glances, their faces revealing a knowing, unspoken understanding.

No matter what, this value can only go higher, not lower.

Human beings' competitive spirit is always fully displayed in such trivial matters.

"Is that Li Wei or Zhang Wei, what's his real name?" Lin Du asked. "Is this kind of 'bounty hunter' characterized by being able to shout out the name of eight hundred people in a crowd?"

"There are so many names of bounty hunters, who knows them all?" He Gui said with a smile. "It doesn't matter. We can just reform them in our Jun Ding Prefecture. After that, we'll post the names and portraits of the convicted criminals and wait for their employers to come and bail them out."

Ju Yuan's abacus rattled as he read, "Waiting for someone to come and collect will bring in another sum of money. This year's annual allowance for Jun Ding Prefecture will be secured."

Yuan Ye asked in a low voice, "How do I modify it?"

"For ordinary prisoners like him, if they obeyed the rules, they would get up at 3 AM to start reciting the precepts and the Compassion Sutra, and start doing handicrafts at 5 AM. Because it was a place devoid of spiritual energy, these were all rough jobs that did not require spiritual power..."

Lin Dufu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, a cultivation world version of stepping on a sewing machine?

"Sew clothes and repair umbrellas?"

"Yes, there are," He Gui continued, "usually repairing walls, laying bricks, and doing various workshop jobs in the city, since our Jun Ding Prefecture is short of laborers."

"They continued reciting the precepts until the hour of You (5-7 PM), and then all the prisoners took turns loudly reciting their own confessions, which had to be sincere and heartfelt, and that they truly recognized their mistakes."

"What if some people resist the changes?"

"Then," He Gui looked into the deep passageway, "these rooms, Blood Lake, Nine Netherworld, and Mount Tai, weren't built for nothing. Keep them locked up properly, and they'll eventually have a day to repent."

"As long as we cooperate with the reforms, there is still a chance for us to succeed."

He turned his gaze back to the younger disciples, "You too must abide by the precepts and sect rules. If you commit a serious mistake, there are disciples here who are undergoing reform."

"And you need to pay a daily fee to stay here."

These eighteen dungeons were quite expensive to build, and a large portion of Jun Ding Prefecture's income came from these evil cultivators.

The four of them straightened their chests and nodded with righteous indignation, "We will follow the Master's teachings."

Going to jail is impossible; nobody wants to go to jail.

When a group of children came in, they were a row of proud little saplings; when they came out, they were a row of red-rooted little poplars that had been deeply taught a lesson.

Lin Du's resentment had not completely dissipated, so he planned to return to his cave next to Luo Ze to digest it. However, halfway there, a spatial fluctuation directly led him to the ice surface of Luo Ze.

"Oh, you're back but you don't dare come to see me. Are you hiding something? Are you injured?" Yan Ye remained seated cross-legged on the ice, his words immediately resembling those of an old yin-yang master.

Lin Du was unusually weak, "I didn't... I was forced by the circumstances at the time..."

Yan Ye yelled, "You didn't—it was because of the circumstances at the time!"

He tried to imitate Lin Du's speech in a strained voice, dragging out the last syllable, making it sound strange and off-key.

Lin Du refrained from offending his superiors; karma is a wheel, and no one escapes its judgment.

Last time she laughed at Yan Ye, this time it's Yan Ye's turn to laugh at her.

"Come sit here," Yan Ye called to her.

Lin Du reluctantly sat down opposite him, cross-legged, and lowered his eyes.

"Where did you get this resentment from?" Yan Ye frowned slightly and placed his hand on her forehead.

A divine sense as deep as the ocean forcefully surged into Lin Du's divine palace, then quickly enveloped her like a tidal wave, and a faint gloomy mist now covered the white-glowing divine sense.

"Lin Du..."

It was rare for Yan Ye to call her by her full name like this, and his tone became serious, "Do you know how selfish you are?"