Chapter 76

The cultivator thought he could block the punch with his raised hand.

He did manage to raise his hand, but the punch struck his arm, sending a jolt of numbness and soreness through him, and even causing a painful, shaky sensation in his bones.

The punch’s momentum didn’t stop; it hit his arm and then smashed into his own face.

He heard that young yet chilling voice again, “Did you see the evil cultivators eating people?”

Still the same question.

Stubborn and low, filled with murderous intent.

The cultivator was thoroughly paralyzed.

“Yes, I saw it.”

The response was a heavy whip strike.

“Junior Sister, let me handle it. Don’t use your fists.”

It was a clear and sweet female voice.

The cultivator, first stunned by his own punch and then struck by the whip, erupted in frustration. “Aren’t you righteous sect disciples? Don’t you know about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust?”

A calm and gentle male voice responded, “Do you know what it means to value life in the immortal path and to save countless people? You just sat idly by? You’re heartless, unprincipled, and unfeeling. Even a stray dog would bark at evil cultivators eating people, and you remain indifferent? You’re not worthy of practicing the Rules! Not worthy of being human! Not worthy of existing!”

“I’m not one of your righteous sect disciples!”

A haughty and noble young voice sounded, “Oh, so you’re also an evil cultivator! Capture him! Take him to Jun Ding Mansion!”

The four of them rushed forward. Instead of immediately binding him as the man expected, the largest one tackled him to the ground. Then another person mounted him, and punches rained down heavily, with some strikes targeting his waist.

Two fists couldn’t contend with four hands, let alone four people with eight hands, all strong and forceful.

When everything quieted down, three of the four had bound the cultivator with demon-binding ropes, tying his arms, legs, and torso, leaving him like a hopeless cocoon.

The four stood up, clapped their hands, and Lin Du sent someone to retrieve the formation.

Yuan Ye suddenly shouted from under a tree, “Junior Sister! Look! The little tiger cub!”

Yan Qing, who was about to drag the man away, stopped abruptly, letting go of the man and looking up. The three of them turned their attention to Yuan Ye.

The young man in a red-gold robe was now holding a tiger cub high, gripping its front legs. The cub’s back legs were kicking desperately, and its tail was tightly curled to protect its privacy.

Lin Du squinted, feeling like the boy could put the cub on a throne.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Yuan Ye cradled the cub, which tried to struggle and bit his sleeve with a yelp, startling Yan Qing and Ni Jinxuan.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… it’s just…”

Yuan Ye pulled out a small tiger tooth from his sleeve. “The cub’s tooth got chipped…”

Yan Qing was startled. “Your physical training has reached such a level that you can chip a tiger demon’s tooth?”

Lin Du smiled and checked the cub’s age. “It’s about five or six months old, just at the teething stage. It’s just a coincidence.”

Yan Qing sighed in relief, glad it wasn’t a loss.

Otherwise, he would have had to increase his training intensity.

At Jun Ding Mansion in Ding Jiu City, the sky had lightened to a pale crab-shell blue, with a hint of grayish coldness.

The night shift guard, feeling tired and lax, had just greeted two inner disciples. He was startled and looked up to meet a pair of distinct black-and-white eyes. He paused, quickly noticing the disciple token at the leader’s waist.

“Who goes there?” The rules of Jun Ding Mansion were much stricter than those of the Supreme Sect. Even with the disciple token, the guard still asked.

“Lin Du, the ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect.”

“Ah, it’s Uncle Lin. And who is that?” The guard looked at her companions.

Beside the three was also a flying magic tool with a large, human-shaped object on it. The object showed visible clothing and frost on its eyelashes. In northern Zhongzhou, winter was extremely cold and long, and without some spiritual protection, flying for a while would surely turn someone into an ice-cube.

“After driving the beasts back from He Ding Village with my three disciples, we happened to capture a sneaky evil cultivator on the edge of the village, so we brought him to Jun Ding Mansion along the way.”

After Lin Du spoke, the three people behind her all nodded with a polite smile, exhibiting a bit of the righteous sect disciple demeanor.

The guard sighed, “As expected, heroes emerge from the younger generation.”

Lin Du nodded politely and led the group inside, following the guard’s directions straight to the eighteen chambers of the dungeon on the north side of the mansion.