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

Seeing this, the village chief had already left the house, leaving only the person sitting at the square table and four outsiders standing scattered inside.

Mo Lin bowed deeply in greeting, but the old woman at the square table remained motionless, only asking, "Does the heretical sect consume human essence and blood? Are they Gu masters?"

"That evil path does indeed practice Gu techniques, but Gu masters are not evil; it is those who eat people who are evil." Mo Lin straightened his back, neither humble nor arrogant.

The old woman gave him a deep look. "I think all Gu masters are heretics. You've been under the influence of Gu for several days now and are suffering greatly. Don't you think Gu should just disappear?"

Mo Lin remained unfazed. "Everyone has their own path. In my opinion, only killing innocent people is the evil path. There are 3,600 unorthodox sects in Taoism and 84,000 unorthodox sects in Buddhism. There are also those who attain enlightenment in unorthodox sects. As long as one's heart is righteous and one's foundation is established, what Heaven bestows upon one is naturally the righteous path."

Lin Du: That makes sense, but why does this word sound so familiar?

It's one thing to just copy the answer, but to add Buddhist elements to it?

The old woman sneered, "The righteous disciples are all the same, their brains are all the same."

Mo Lin glanced at Lin Du subconsciously.

Lin Du sighed inwardly, then stepped forward with a smile. "This junior, Lin Du, a direct disciple of the Supreme Sect, greets Granny Ma. We have not seen many Gu Masters and have never come into contact with them, so we dare not make any rash judgments as to say that 'Gu Masters are evil practitioners.'"

She changed the subject, "It's just that I'm young and have only seen two Gu masters, both of whom were wicked. In my opinion, it's best to destroy this evil Gu."

The old woman initially ignored them, but upon hearing the last sentence, she turned her head and glanced at the speaker.

Lin Du stood a little behind Mo Lin, his eyes as black as lacquer, his eyebrows as fine as a brushstroke, and a slight smile on his lips, yet it was a mocking expression of youthful arrogance.

Grandma Ma stared at her intently, then suddenly smiled. The wrinkles on her face deepened like dried tangerine peel, gleaming with a waxy sheen. "You're right."

Lin Du smiled along, his face showing the pride of being recognized that he had only experienced in his youth.

Mo Lin suddenly felt that his junior uncle's smile at this moment was probably not genuine.

"You're just the right child for me. Who is this person who's been poisoned?"

Lin Du cupped his hands and smiled, "He is a very important person to me. If Mo Lin cannot become an immortal, I will probably personally go down to the Yellow Springs to retrieve him."

Mo Lin was taken aback, but then he heard Granny Ma scoff, "Little child, do you know how difficult it is to reach the Yellow Springs? If he dies, will you even remember him a hundred years from now?"

"A hundred years from now, I may not remember, that's a hundred years from now. But if I die now, I will definitely go down to the underworld to retrieve me."

"What can withstand the erosion of time? But at that moment, the deepest feelings and the most unbearable pain were absolutely real."

Lin Du's voice flowed through the main room. Even though his throat was hoarse from eating spicy food, it still carried an unmistakable air of ambition and determination.

Grandma Ma paused for a moment upon hearing this, as if thinking about something, and muttered, "A child telling a joke."

But he didn't refute it again.

"You, come sit over here and let me take a look. That kid is too young, with those arms and legs, he probably can't handle a fool like you."

Lin Du turned around and saw that Mo Lin was still a little stunned. He reached out and gave him a push from behind, "Go sit down."

Mo Lin then came to his senses, sat down, and stretched out his arm.

Xia Tian took a step and stood behind Mo Lin, placing one hand on his shoulder to prevent any accidents so he could intervene in time to protect him.

The old woman glanced at her. "Medical cultivation? You don't trust this old woman to handle it?"

Xia Tian opened her mouth, but Lin Du's voice interrupted, "What are you saying, Grandma? Look at how nervous she is. It's because she's worried about her Daoist partner. It's not that she doesn't trust you, it's just that she's worried and can't leave him."

Mo Lin and Xia Tianwu turned to look at their junior uncle, who was spouting lies. She showed no remorse whatsoever, but rather a childish, mischievous smile.

Granny Ma then pressed her hand down again. "A Daoist partner, no wonder, you have her spiritual energy on you."

Summer's eyelashes trembled, and Mo Lin also felt that something was off about what he was saying.

Granny Ma impatiently pressed down on his wrist, "Your heart is beating too fast. You've been poisoned by the Yin Gu, how come you're still so hot-tempered?"

Mo Lin hesitated for a few moments but couldn't speak. His entire ear turned red from the base to the tip.

Even Xia Tianwu's ear tips were slightly flushed.

Tao Xian stared in astonishment, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.

No one told him before he came that these two were actually a couple.

Even the Supreme Sect didn't hold a ceremony, yet he never missed an issue of the Chronicles of the Cultivation World. How come he's never seen this story before?

Among the hundred generations of disciples of the Supreme Sect, who doesn't know the sword cultivator Mo Lin? In the hundred years of sword cultivation, he only drew his sword once when a Qin Xin realm cultivator forced him to duel at the Phoenix Beginning realm.

Since reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he has never drawn his Hidden Edge Sword again. No matter what kind of enemy he is, he only uses his sword and staff to deal with them.

Among cultivators of the same cultivation level in the cultivation world, no one has yet been able to accurately assess Mo Lin's true combat strength.

Mo Lin was devoted to the sword path, while Xia Tianwu was most famous for being the first disciple of "Living Judge" Jiang Liang. She was said to be the youngest person to pass the Heavenly Medicine Alliance's alchemy assessment, but there has been little news about her since then.

Tao Xian really couldn't see how these two people had become a couple.

He couldn't understand, so he looked at Lin Du. She could have said it as a joke on the flying boat, but now she said it directly in front of those two people, and they didn't refute it, so it must be true.

[Current progress of the Mo Lin quest: 79%, reward: 1 Golden Crow Profound Essence Pill, which can be used to replenish the host's weakened and insufficient vital energy.]

Lin Du raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That's possible? Could it be that they are destined for each other?"

【I don't know, honey. Just let it be whatever you think~ Please don't try to matchmake people up randomly~ Unrequited love will eventually end in separation.】

Lin Du crossed his arms, tilted his head, and tapped his arm absently with the hand holding the fan. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"You sealed the acupoints in time to stop the poison and used methods to suppress it daily. It must have taken a lot of effort, right?"

"But that can only prevent the poison from spreading through your meridians. Where do you feel the cold coming from? Your bones?"

Mo Lin nodded.

"Then this thing has already attached itself to you..."

Just as Granny Ma was speaking and everyone in the room was listening intently, Lin Du suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of white light shot out from the top of the folding fan, blocking Tao Xian's hearing.

Tao Xian felt a buzzing in his ears, and then he couldn't hear anything else.

He was startled and exclaimed in surprise, "Why can't I hear anything? Have I been bewitched too?"

Lin Du walked up to Tao Xian and tapped him. Because this man didn't trust her, she couldn't use telepathy to communicate, so she could only speak to him directly, "Isn't this something you should be listening to?"

"What did you say???" Tao Xian couldn't hear how loud he was speaking, loudly reading Lin Du's lips, "Shouldn't have been staring?"

Lin Du: ...

Tao Xian's voice was extremely loud, as if he were shouting a folk song at the top of his lungs to the people on the opposite mountain, "Where should I have looked? Is this poison so potent? I got infected just by looking at it, a mosquito?"

Helpless, Lin Du reached out and sealed Tao Xian's throat with his spiritual power, forcibly suppressing the invasion into his divine palace with his own divine sense. "Don't listen to what you shouldn't hear."

Tao Xian first gave an "oh," but then realized he couldn't speak, so he switched to using his divine sense. He then realized what was happening and looked at the magnificent figure before him in a panic, "Young Daoist Lin, you're only at the Great Perfection of the Qin Heart Realm, and you're only fourteen years old this year. My divine palace doesn't trust you. How did you get in?"

Lin Du's voice rang out again in his divine palace, "I didn't expect that a cultivator at the Cloud Ascension Realm who is over four hundred years old would have his divine palace so easy to enter."

Tao Xian clutched his chest, looking at Lin Du with a pained expression, cursing inwardly, "Damn talent dog!"

"I'm still inside your divine palace, and I can feel you cursing me," Lin Du said calmly.

Intruding into a divine abode is impolite. She hadn't intended to do it, but in a moment of desperation, she chose the simplest approach. However, this person's divine abode is a bit strange.

Although few low-level cultivators specialize in cultivating their divine sense, and most only begin at the fifth stage, this person's divine mansion is not so much weak because it hasn't been specially trained, but rather... because it has suffered some kind of injury and is somewhat incomplete.

Lin Du frowned, but did not dare to make any rash moves, after all, this was a disciple of a major sect.

Just as she was slowly withdrawing, she sensed a backlash. She quickly withdrew her divine sense, avoiding a confrontation with the binding force.

Because the withdrawal was too sudden, Tao Xian frowned, clutched his head, and hissed.

Being swept away by such a powerful force is truly unpleasant; it feels like having your head pried open.