What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

A piercing crack rang out, and the next second, fine cracks spread from the array's core, spreading across the entire array barrier like ice shattering. Pale golden light flakes fell along the cracks.

The barrier collapsed with a roar—thousands of light points scattered like shards of glass, turning into wisps of smoke in mid-air, leaving only swirling rings of distorted air currents.

A sharp gust of wind swept past Lu Jin'an's ear. The "whoosh" sound of air being cut was just about to reach his ear when he slightly turned his head. The next second, there was a muffled "thud".

As he looked down, a black iron dagger was already embedded diagonally in the ground, its hilt still trembling slightly, and bits of grass clinging to its blade were falling off with the vibration. The dagger was no more than half a finger's width from the tip of his boot, its cold, hard metallic gleam reflecting off the ground.

"Here's your broken dagger back."

Lu Jin'an turned her head and looked at those eyes, which were like cold, sharp blades, piercingly bright.

“He is a member of the Xuantian Sect. Even if he is a demon, you shouldn’t have taken him away.”

Beneath his resounding words lay a clenched fist hidden in his sleeve.

"Why are you so serious... really..."

Lu Jin'an weighed the Qiankun bag in her hand and glanced at the person opposite her who was gritting their teeth.

He didn't want to be the bad guy either.

He looked at the hostile boy, sighed, took his Qiankun bag from his waist, and rummaged through it.

"Alright, catch it!"

Min Jiu didn't dare to breathe, sweat dripped from his face onto the back of his hand, but he tightly gripped the pearl-sized bead in his palm.

As the dense shadows parted from the fog, a small team suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Xiao Jiu? What are you doing in the formation? Did you encounter any demons here?" Xuan Yi strode over and looked at Min Jiu.

"What are you holding in your hand? Why are you so nervous?"

Min Jiu shifted his body slightly to the side, and Xuan Yi's hand froze in mid-air. Xuan Yi smiled and then put his hand back on Min Jiu's shoulder.

"What's with the tantrum? Why are there only four of you left? Where are the others?" His eyes swept past Min Jiu, looking at the other junior brothers and sisters behind him, and noticing the extra people, he sized them up, saying, "And who are these...?"

“Senior Brother…we came here to train on a mission from the sect. Third Senior Sister and Eighth Brother just fainted and haven’t woken up yet. Sixth Junior Brother and Second Senior Brother have already…already perished.” Ning Si spoke first, placing his hands on Min Jiu’s shoulders.

Min Jiu's body trembled slightly as they all received a ethereal telepathic message from their fourth sister.

With so many people talking, everyone kept quiet about the matter of the second senior brother.

The four of them lowered their heads silently, each lost in their own thoughts.

Upon hearing the tragic news, Xuan Yi initially assumed that the somber atmosphere among them was due to the deaths of his fellow disciples. He patted the youngest, Min Jiu, on the shoulder and said, "It seems the demonic threat here is quite severe. I will take people to investigate. You return to the sect, and I will request to the sect leader to take over your duties."

"Senior Brother," Chi Qi had just opened his mouth when he felt the gazes of the others, especially the boy whose lips had already turned pale.

Then, with a blank expression, he turned to his senior brother's concerned gaze and said, "It's alright, senior brother, please be careful."

Xuan Yi wiped his eyes with his sleeve, rubbed Chi Qi's head, and quickly agreed. He was so gratified that even the cold-faced Chi Qi was now concerned about his safety.

It's a pity about the second and sixth sons.

"That's strange. The demonic energy here was the strongest before the formation was activated, but now we can't sense it at all after it was broken."

A group of old Taoist priests put on their reading glasses and pondered separately.

Lu Jin'an looked at them and chuckled to himself—because the demonic aura they sensed wasn't from here at all.

Akabane's formation was no joke; he merely released a little bit of the demonic energy here to distract them.

A pair of black cloud-patterned boots appeared on stirrups, and a black mask covered most of her face, revealing only her sharp eyes.

Lu Jin'an's eyes seemed to be scrutinizing him as well.

“Demon.” His voice wasn’t loud, but after he finished speaking, the people who were talking stopped breathing, the people who were moving stopped moving, and only the crackling sound of fireworks remained in the night.

Lu Jin'an narrowed his eyes, and Chi Yu raised his foot to block all eyes from him. Lu Jin'an pressed his palm, which was holding his hand, and turned his head to chuckle: "There are more people pointing fingers at demons. I might as well just stand here and wait for you to identify them."

The person on horseback spoke again: "So many demons."

Everyone present held their breath.

He pointed to the pieces of corpse scattered on the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief; this guy really knew how to talk! But then Minjiu suddenly realized something, his eyes reddening as he pressed the man and horse, demanding, "Are you saying these corpse parts are demons?!"

The dark-faced man, not understanding what was going on, simply pulled on the reins and took the horse a few steps back. "Yes."

"The person was possessed, so he was torn to pieces, and the demonic aura was very strong."

Lu Jin'an glanced at Chi Yu, but Chi Yu didn't look at him.

He knows it.

Lu Jin'an lowered his head and fiddled with the sword sheath, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He understood.

Min Jiu glanced at Ning Si beside her, a bitter smile playing on her lips. She still gripped the bead tightly, her eyes stinging with pain. "Senior Sister..."

"I know, I know," Ning Si said with a smile, her fingers trembling slightly as she held his.

Lu Jin'an lowered her eyes, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"You can't have it both ways, you have to understand," Akabane said.

He lifted his gaze from the sword sheath, smiled, and said, "Understood."

Ning Wu was slow to react, but he still realized that more than one of his senior brothers was a demon.

So... if the second senior brother was willing to expose his demonic power to kill the sixth brother, it was because...

"Then what about him? Was he also possessed?" Chi Qi looked at the person on horseback and pointed to the corpse lying on the ground.

The other three froze. They all knew that once a sect was selected, it was impossible for a demon to remain undetected on the day of entry.

But they could see clearly that Xuan Er's eyes before he closed showed affection for them. If he was just a possessed demon, why did he show such a sad expression at the end?

"Xiao Qi! How dare you speak to this person like that!" Xuan Yi shouted sternly, cold sweat beginning to bead on his temples.

And isn't that the second son?

Xuan Yi glanced at Chi Qi and her group, while Ning Si frowned and looked at her nervously. However, Chi Qi remained unmoved, her eyes fixed on the people on horseback, and said coldly, "I just don't want to wrong any of my senior brothers."

"This gentleman must have extraordinary qualities to receive such high praise from the senior brother and so many elders in the sect." Facing the flushed old faces opposite her, she spoke these words in a calm and unwavering tone, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today, so she was going on a spring outing.

The person on horseback merely glanced at the person on the ground without even blinking.

"Dead men have no demonic aura."

“Then you’re wrong.” Chi Qi’s face remained expressionless. “He was killed by his senior brothers’ Ten Killing Formation.”

A cold snort escaped from his lips. Beneath the slightly raised mane of his horse, he lowered his head and looked down at her with a condescending and oppressive gaze.

"I can't be wrong."

"If you don't believe me, ask him."

Noticing that the gaze had turned to her again, Lu Jin'an pointed to herself, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Me again?"

But I don't know you, Master...

The man in green glanced at the embarrassed Lu Jin'an, shook his head, and his fingertips were holding a bamboo fan. He fanned the air with a deep voice, muttering in a low voice, "Alright, alright, can't you see Master Zhenzhen is here? One silver ingot counts as one time, that's cheap, who wants to go first?"

"Anything can be counted!"

Seeing that the man had already set up the stall properly, without any awkwardness of taking over, Lu Jin'an suddenly felt enlightened—no wonder people say that true strong people never complain about their environment.

Suspicion lingered on everyone's faces, and whispers hushed between them as they muttered, "They've even set up a stall; it looks so unreliable!"

"Isn't this just a con artist?"

"I agree!" A few doubts still lingered in the crowd, with everyone offering their opinions. This exceptionally firm voice pierced through the noise and rang out from the crowd.

The little guy pushed his way through the crowd and ran over, tiptoeing and using all his strength in his little arms and legs to stagger and climb onto the seat at the stall.

Lu Jin'an laughed out loud, walked over, picked up the child, and placed him on the seat. "Then I'll line up behind you, okay?"

The woman in green glanced at him, her expression serious: "Xiao Bao, this can't be done on credit."

"I know! Brother Lu gave me money!"

Qingyi glanced at Lu Jin'an, who looked at him with a smile, "Although your destiny is a bit far-fetched, I still want to hear what you have to say."

"Fuxi observed the heavens and earth and created the Pre-Heaven Bagua, and King Wen of Zhou deduced it into the Post-Heaven Bagua. Now the hexagrams show that you and I are destined to meet. Whether you believe it or not."

The man in green said coldly, then turned his gaze back to Guapi'er, "Yin and Yang have returned to their proper places, and all things have returned to their rightful places."

The woman in green smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"The destiny of rekindling embers, ignite."

Lu Jin'an and Chi Yu began to re-examine the person in front of them.

"That's it? Shouldn't it be calculating when I'll have money, when I'll meet my soulmate, or how long I'll live?" Guapi pouted, muttering his dissatisfaction.

“Sir, your divination skills are truly renowned. When will it be my turn?” Lu Jin’an asked with a smile.

Qingyi gently pinched the child's nose, her smile deepening. "Finish talking about his first, then yours, don't rush." ​​Although she was speaking to Lu Jin'an, she didn't even glance at him.

“Of course.” Lu Jin’an smiled, then noticed that Chi Yu had somehow joined the queue.

Although they were all on his side, he didn't think Akabane would be curious about his fate or believe in such a trivial matter as human divination.

Since queuing was boring anyway, Lu Jin'an joked with him, "I never thought that a dignified deity would believe in divination techniques in the mortal world."

Chiyu stared at him for a long time before replying seriously: "Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams. The Eight Trigrams are further divided into Qian 1, Dui 2, Li 3, Zhen 4, Xun 5, Kan 6, Gen 7, and Kun 8."

“Qian is three continuous lines, Kun is six broken lines; Zhen is an upturned bowl, Gen is an overturned bowl; Li is empty in the middle, Kan is full in the middle; Dui is missing at the top, Xun is broken at the bottom.” The people in front continued in turn.

Akabane looked over and saw that the person who had spoken was also looking at him.

The man in green stood up, bowed with a smile, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "I didn't expect you to be a divination cultivator, fellow Daoist. How rare."

"Why use the word 'rare'?" Akabane asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Martial arts practitioners and spiritual cultivators have always disdained associating with divination practitioners.” Qingyi subtly noticed that Xuan Yi and the others were already sizing him up, and sneered inwardly.

Chi Yu was unaware of this, because he was born with extraordinary spiritual talent as a mortal and was a martial arts practitioner who entered the world. He only had a slight understanding of the divination symbols and principles of heaven and earth when asked about them, but he suddenly realized how to guide the primordial energy of heaven and earth to form supernatural powers.

Therefore, he was completely unaware of the prejudices held by mortals against divination practitioners.

Xuan Yi stepped forward and patted Qingyi's shoulder, the force of his hand pressing Qingyi down to sit. The person sitting down was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. He watched as those fingers straightened his collar, and those curved eyes smiled without any light in them. "How can you describe it with the word 'disdain'? Those who can cultivate divination are generally at the wisdom level and suffer from mental exhaustion. They have neither spiritual roots nor strong bodies. Divination cultivators, especially rogue cultivators, are even more precious. They should be the honored guests that various sects love to invite."

"I originally thought you were just a charlatan Taoist priest, which is why I disdain associating with you. But now it seems you are a person of great wisdom. Why don't you come back to the Xuantian Sect with us junior brothers and sisters and treat us guests well?"

"How should we treat our guests? Should we keep them as pets in the Forbidden Mountain, or should we whip them to death to extract their mental cultivation techniques?"

The two voices could only be heard between them. Xuan Yi tightened his grip, and Qingyi frowned in pain, but still gritted his teeth and smiled, sneering, "It seems you've really forgotten where your Ten Killing Formation came from."