The Entire Sect is Obsessed with Love, But I’m the Only One Who’s Truly Crazy
The Entire Sect is Obsessed with Love, But I’m the Only One Who’s Truly Crazy Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The village chief had already left the house upon seeing the situation, leaving only the people seated at the square table and the four outsiders standing around.

Mo Lin bowed and performed a respectful gesture, but the Granny Ma at the square table remained motionless. She only asked, “The evil path consumes human blood and flesh? Is that evil path practiced by a Gu Master?”

“That evil path indeed practices poison techniques, but a Gu Master is not necessarily part of the evil path. It is the act of consuming human flesh that defines the evil path,” Mo Lin replied, straightening up with neither humility nor arrogance.

The Granny Ma looked at him intently and said, “I actually think all poison masters are of the evil path. You’ve been afflicted by poison for several days now and have suffered greatly. Don’t you think that poison should be eradicated?”

Mo Lin remained composed and replied, “Everyone has their own path. For me, the evil path is marked by the wanton killing of innocents. Taoism has 3,600 side paths and Buddhism has 84,000. Even among these side paths, there are those who attain enlightenment, as long as their hearts are righteous, their foundation is solid, and the Dao is imparted to them, then it can be considered the righteous path.”

Lin Du: The reasoning is sound, but why does this phrase sound so familiar?

Not only did she repeat the answer, but she even added Buddhism to it?

The Granny Ma sneered, “Righteous disciples all think alike; they’re all the same.”

Mo Lin glanced instinctively at Lin Du.

Lin Du sighed inwardly and, smiling, stepped forward, “I am Lin Du, a disciple of the esteemed master of the Supreme Sect. I haven’t had much experience and haven’t interacted with poison masters, so I wouldn’t rashly conclude that ‘all poison masters are of the evil path.’”

She then shifted her tone, “However, I am young and have encountered two poison masters, both of whom were misguided individuals. In my opinion, it’s better to destroy this sinister poison.”

The Granny Ma initially continued to ignore them but turned her head to look at Lin Du after the last sentence.

Lin Du stood slightly behind Mo Lin, her eyes sharp, her brows delicately drawn, and a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, but it was a smile of youthful sarcasm.

The Granny Ma fixed her gaze on Lin Du and suddenly smiled, her wrinkles folding like dried orange peel, with a waxy shine, “You speak well.”

Lin Du smiled in return, her face showing the pride of youth being acknowledged.

Mo Lin couldn’t shake the feeling that the smile of his Uncle Junior Master wasn’t entirely genuine.

“You, come over here and let me see. This child is too young; his arms and legs might not be able to handle you, a stubborn fool.”

Lin Du turned and saw Mo Lin still somewhat dazed. She pushed him gently from behind, “Go sit.”

Mo Lin then snapped back to his senses, sat down, and extended his arm.

Xia Tianwu took a step closer, standing behind Mo Lin, placing a hand on his shoulder to be ready to act if something went wrong.

The Granny Ma looked up at her, “A medical practitioner? Don’t trust this Granny Ma’s treatment?”

Xia Tianwu opened her mouth, but Lin Du’s voice cut in, “Oh, Grandma, don’t take it the wrong way. The nervousness you see is because she’s worried about her Daoist companion, not because she doesn’t trust you. She’s just worried and can’t bear to be apart from him.”

Mo Lin and Xia Tianwu both turned to look at the young martial aunt, who had a face free of guilt and a hint of mischievous delight.

The Granny Ma then placed her hand back down, “A Daoist companion, no wonder. You have her spiritual aura.”

Xia Tianwu’s eyelashes fluttered, and Mo Lin also found the comment off-putting.

The Granny Ma impatiently pressed his wrist, “Your heartbeat is too fast. You’re afflicted with a cold poison, yet you’re so fiery?”

Mo Lin stammered but couldn’t speak, his ears turning red from base to tip.

Even Xia Tianwu’s ears had a tinge of red.

Tao Xian was bewildered, his eyes widening as he glanced between the two. No one had told him that these two were a couple.

There had been no ceremony in the Supreme Sect, and despite following all the cultivation world’s anecdotes, he had never heard of this story.

Among the disciples of the Supreme Sect over a hundred generations, everyone knew Mo Lin, the sword cultivator. In a hundred years of sword practice, he had only drawn his sword once during a forced duel with a zither heart cultivator in the Phoenix Initial Realm.

Since he began foundation establishment, his hidden sword had never been unsheathed again. No matter the opponent, he only used his sword stick.

Among cultivators of the same realm, no one could gauge Mo Lin’s true combat power.

Mo Lin was dedicated to the sword path, while Xia Tianwu was most famous as the disciple of the “Living Judge” Jiang Liang, known as the youngest person to pass the Heavenly Medicine Alliance’s alchemy assessment, though she had been rarely heard of since then.

Tao Xian couldn’t understand how these two could be paired together.

He couldn’t comprehend, so he looked at Lin Du. Her earlier comments on the flying boat could have been a joke, but now, in front of those two, she spoke plainly, and they didn’t refute her. It seemed to be true.

[Current task progress for Mo Lin: 79%, Reward: Golden Crow Xuan Yuan Pill ×1, can be used to replenish the host’s weakened source.]

Lin Du raised an eyebrow in surprise, “This is possible? Could it be that they are truly fated to be together?”

[I don’t know, dear. What do you think it is? Just don’t force a match. A mismatched fate will eventually separate.]

Lin Du tilted her head, holding her fan, tapping her arm absentmindedly, seemingly deep in thought.

“You have already sealed the poison points in time and used methods to suppress it daily, which must have taken considerable effort. But can you still feel where the cold is seeping from? The bones?”

Mo Lin nodded.

“Then this thing has already attached to your…”

Just as the Granny Ma was speaking and everyone in the room was listening intently, Lin Du suddenly raised her hand. A white light flickered from the tip of her folded fan, sealing Tao Xian’s hearing.

Tao Xian only felt a buzzing in his ears, and then he couldn’t hear anything anymore.

Startled, he panicked, “Why can’t I hear? Did I get poisoned too?”

Lin Du walked up to Tao Xian and knocked on him lightly. Since Tao Xian didn’t trust her enough for her to communicate through divine sense, she had to stand in front of him and speak directly, “This isn’t something you should be hearing.”

“What are you saying??” Tao Xian, not realizing how loud his voice was, shouted as he read Lin Du’s lips, “I’m not supposed to stare?”

Lin Du: …

Tao Xian’s voice boomed, like he was calling across to someone on the opposite mountain, “Where shouldn’t I be staring? Is this poison that strong? Just one glance and I’m infected, like a mosquito?”

Lin Du, helpless, sealed his throat with spiritual energy and forcibly invaded his divine sense, “You shouldn’t be listening to what’s not meant for you.”

Tao Xian made an “oh” sound but, realizing he couldn’t speak, switched to communicating through divine sense. Then it hit him, and he stared at Lin Du in panic, “Lin Taoist, you’re only at the peak of the Qin Heart Realm and just fourteen years old. My divine sense doesn’t trust you, so how did you get in?”

Lin Du’s voice echoed in his divine sense, “I didn’t expect it either. You’re a cultivator at the Soaring Cloud stage, over four hundred years old, but your divine sense was so easy to enter.”

Tao Xian clutched his chest, looking at Lin Du with a pained expression, silently cursing her. “Damn natural talent!”

“I can still hear you cursing me,” Lin Du’s voice remained calm.

Invading someone’s divine sense was impolite, and she hadn’t intended to do it, but given the urgency, she chose the simplest method. However, his divine sense was unusual.

Though it was rare for lower-stage cultivators to focus on refining their divine sense, usually starting in the fifth level, Tao Xian’s divine sense wasn’t just underdeveloped—it seemed… damaged, almost incomplete.

Lin Du frowned, but she dared not probe further, given his status as a disciple of a major sect.

As she slowly withdrew, she sensed a retaliatory force. She quickly retracted her divine sense, avoiding a confrontation with the restraining power within.

The sudden withdrawal made Tao Xian clutch his head and let out a pained grunt.

The sensation of having a powerful force forcibly scrape through his mind was extremely unpleasant, like having his skull pried open.

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