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

In the clash between the two sides, the Supreme Sect was not in a favorable position, as they only had two capable fighters. The bandits, on the other hand, numbered six or seven, whose cultivation levels seemed to be concealed by some secret technique, making them difficult to fathom. If a real fight broke out, it was truly uncertain who would win.

The two groups stared at each other, but the landlady's words broke the silence. The bandits grabbed their weapons and, under the watchful eyes of four pairs of men saying "Come and fight me if you dare" and one pair of sorrowful and panicked eyes, they left in a flurry.

After everyone left, Lin Du turned to look at Shao Fei, his smile widening. "So what code did you give them?"

Shao Fei gritted her teeth and shook her head, only to see Lin Du close his folding fan and play with a silver handleless knife in his hand. The short blade gleamed coldly as it nimbly flipped between his fingertips, from one end to the other, before suddenly pressing against her neck.

The woman was so frightened that she tried to back away, but dared not move easily. The blade on her neck was cold and pressed tightly against the artery on the side of her neck.

"Junior Uncle!"

"Master Lin!"

"If you won't tell me, then I'll guess," Lin Du leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered, like mountain mist. "If I'm right, your pulse will definitely change, and what's against your pulse will be a blade. If I'm wrong, neither of us will change. What do you think?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something." She stared into Shao Fei's eyes and said softly, "My master forged dozens of hiltless short swords for me, but I was in a hurry when I left, so some of these short swords haven't been sharpened yet, while others have already been sharpened."

"I just grabbed one randomly. Do you want to guess whether it's sharpened or not?"

Shao Fei stared wide-eyed at the young man before her. She was clearly a beautiful and delicate woman with a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with a deep mist, making the smile seem particularly cruel and gloomy.

"Okay, take a deep breath, don't be nervous."

"I bet you noticed those bandits in the city on the way, right? There's a powerful band of bandits in western Yunnan. Their leader's magic weapon is a bamboo pipe. It looks harmless, but when you hit someone's head, it's like cracking open a watermelon."

"You left them a code? Something like, you could be working from the inside, and Tao Xian has money, lots of money, he's a fat sheep?"

"So they followed us into the noodle shop, and then they waited for their chance to cause trouble."

As Lin Du spoke, he didn't forget to glance at Tao Xian's expression with a smile.

Tao Xian's face had turned cold. He was a direct disciple of the Flying Star Sect, but there were so many direct disciples. He always did what he was paid for. Although he sympathized with them, he would still follow the rules.

"No wonder...no wonder you suddenly said that mutton noodles are still the best." He suddenly realized.

Previously, I only thought that Shao Fei looked pitiful and was introverted and quiet, and that she was probably coerced by someone. Now it seems that it may not be entirely Qi Zhun's fault.

"You barely escaped from the bandits' den, yet you'd rather return to the tiger's lair? You've cast aside this beautiful skin, but beneath lies the bone of a villain. Do you still dare to dream of becoming a spirit or a saint?"

Lin Du suddenly flipped his hand over. "The Vinaya and the Vinaya, after being recited, are they like smoke and clouds?"

"Knowledge flows through your cerebral cortex but you don't take a single bit of it, what a waste. I'm different. My second nephew asked me to read medical books, so I did. Therefore, I'm quite good at pulse diagnosis."

The blade suddenly snapped upright. Lin Du smiled slightly, his soft voice sounding like icicles falling to the ears of those around him, "Your pulse is really fast."

The person with the knife pressed against their neck had slightly dilated pupils, their breathing became rapid, and they stammered, "No, don't kill me..."

The Sword of Damocles crashed down.

Shao Fei was genuinely afraid. She had an innate sensitivity to dangerous people and things. From the moment she first met the Wushang Sect group, her biggest fear was of the youngest member, Lin Du.

She orchestrated everything with ease, and all the disciples of the sect revolved around her. No matter when or where, her eyes were always filled with something profound that Shao Fei couldn't decipher.

Shao Fei had met all sorts of people and could usually tell whether someone was telling the truth or not, and what their emotions were like at the time. But Lin Du was always smiling. She couldn't understand him, couldn't see through him, and couldn't tell whether he was truly weak or just pretending to be powerless.

But there was one thing she knew: Lin Du was too smart, and she was afraid of him.

So when she discovered that Lin Du's only advantage was his cultivation level, her first thought was to use Qi Zhun to get rid of Lin Du.

Shao Fei always felt that under Lin Du's gaze, she could not hide anything she did.

That person is in the way.

But now she knows even better that Lin Du is a madman.

"Are you crazy? You are a disciple of the righteous path! You must not kill people indiscriminately! Aren't you afraid of the karmic consequences of killing?" Shao Fei's throat tightened, and the words he spoke were like a taut string trembling slightly.

[Current progress of the Mo Lin quest: 70%, reward: 1 Golden Crow Profound Essence Pill, which can be used to replenish the host's weakened and insufficient vital energy.]

Lin Du was certain that after exposing this time, Mo Lin was probably already close to being disgusted with Shao Fei.

"I've even performed a soul search, what karmic retribution do you think I have to fear?"

Without flinching, she spoke each word with chilling intent: "Evil people deserve to die."

Unfortunately, the dagger was naturally not sharpened.

Yan Ye was afraid she would hurt herself while playing, so he only sharpened the tip, leaving the sides without any blades.

She admired Shao Fei's pale, terrified face, then sheathed the dagger and deftly knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck.

Lin Du then turned his head, "Second nephew, do you think what I've learned is...?"

She paused, glancing at the sword and staff so close at hand.

"No, nephew, why is your stick behind my head?"

Mo Lin sheathed his sword, "I'm afraid you might actually kill him, Junior Uncle."

For a fleeting moment, they thought Lin Du would actually make a move, but who knew that the short blade, when it stood upright and pressed down on a person's vital point, would leave them unharmed. Only Shao Fei, who was highly tense and too frightened to think, remained in a state of panic.

When Lin Du goes berserk, he's afraid he won't be able to control him.

Tao Xian also visibly breathed a sigh of relief. The villain deserved to die, but if Shao Fei went back dead, he wouldn't be able to explain it.

The working spirit is to keep projects from failing and bonuses from being withheld.

"But Junior Uncle, you knocked him unconscious, what are we going to do..." Mo Lin suddenly stopped talking and looked at Lin Du as he took out a spirit beast pouch.

The biggest difference between that thing and a storage bag is that when a demon beast is stuffed inside, it is only in a deep sleep and still has a breath left.

The spirit beast pouch never imagined it could hold a living person.

"If it can hold a tiger demon weighing several hundred pounds, it should be able to hold a female cultivator as well," Lin Du said, casting a spell to successfully take the person inside.

She couldn't kill Shao Fei; at least the mission to save Mo Lin wasn't finished yet, so she couldn't kill him.

"It can only be stored for seven days." Seeing that the situation was settled, Mo Lin stopped trying to persuade him.

It's just that it's a bit immoral and doesn't treat people like human beings. As long as Junior Uncle doesn't kill anyone, he can do whatever he wants.

"Understood." Lin Du lazily hung the spirit beast pouch on his belt. "It won't die, but it's just causing trouble if it's awake. I don't want to cause a repeat of this."

The group left the city and boarded the flying boat again.

Xia Tianwu suddenly asked Lin Du a question, "Junior Uncle, is it really possible to detect a pulse through that short knife?"

Lin Du glanced at Tao Xian, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, seemingly lost in thought, and sent her a telepathic message: "No."

Of course not.

But Shao Fei's reaction confirmed everything.

Lin Du was never a virtuous and upright gentleman; any obstacle in her path should be kicked away.