Magic Treasures, Pill Medicines, even Daoist Martial Arts—none could be used while under the effects of Rush Moon.

The only thing the cultivators of the Three Sect Alliance Army could do was channel their cultivation to resist Rush Moon, accelerate, and break free from its control as quickly as possible.

Even if they had lost the initiative on the battlefield, they had to regain control of their bodies; at least that would give them a chance to counterattack! It was too frustrating to be constantly on the defensive.

As everyone scrambled skyward, the crowd affected by Rush Moon immediately stratified.

The Golden Core Peak cultivators flew the fastest. Below them were those at Mid Golden Core or Early Golden Core. At the very bottom were the cultivators who had been struck by the Lightning Storm and lay severely injured and unconscious.

While the cultivators were accelerating, Lin Bai's lightning barrage never ceased.

The five recording pens played in a loop, maximizing the Lightning Storm's power.

The tongue twister involving 'Cui Thick Leg in Front of the Mountain' was quite long.

Even recited rapidly, there were intervals; the loop ensured the lightning's continuity.

Lin Bai's left hand, like a mobile machine gun, relentlessly fired upon the cultivators affected by Rush Moon.

Periodically, a cultivator would be struck by lightning, fall unconscious, and their speed would plummet.

Lin Bai had no choice but to do this.

There were too many opponents; the Medicine King Valley alone boasted three thousand Golden Core cultivators. If he didn't eliminate a few while they were defenseless, he would be the one facing misfortune once they recovered.

System skills weren't omnipotent. Moreover, his notorious reputation needed to be substantiated by combat achievements.

「」

With control lost, the mist obscuring the Morning Yuan Sword Sect vanished. The low-level cultivators within the sect gates stared at the scene before them, unable to believe their eyes.

When these young cultivators looked again at the man outside their gates, it was as if they were gazing upon an Evil Spirit; they shivered uncontrollably.

Of course, Lin Bai, with his one eye and no nose, hardly looked like a member of the Righteous faction, even with the Temperament Fruit bolstering his aura.

To be precise, on this bizarre battlefield, it was impossible to discern who was righteous and who was evil.

After all, the self-proclaimed Righteous faction members were all clad in black, masked, and currently ascending skyward with an almost bewitching grace!

Would wars between cultivators devolve into such a grotesque spectacle in the future? The young cultivators, who had just achieved some success in their cultivation, felt their worldviews crumbling.

「」

"Thank goodness Lin Bai hadn't comprehended Rush Moon's Divine Skills back then; otherwise, we would have been finished too! The Rules are truly terrifying..." Zhao Tulong murmured, watching the Righteous faction cultivators fly skyward, waves of lingering fear washing over him.

"I understand now why Lin Bai doesn't need to discuss any strategies," Shen Kuang said, swallowing hard. "With methods like these, forget a three-sect alliance; even more sects would be as helpless as clay chickens and pottery dogs! The Power of Rules is too formidable. While the Realm of Soul Transformation might easily kill them, achieving this level of widespread control wouldn't be so simple. Everyone, the world has truly changed."

Ge Feiyun sighed, "After this battle, Lin Bai's demonic reputation will spread across the world."

Xin Shang looked at Lin Bai's back and whispered, "This will also make his future path incredibly arduous. Neither the Seven Righteous Sects nor the Five Evil Sects will permit such an uncontrollable, demon-like talent to grow, let alone allow him to become the Heavenly Dao."

「」

"Sect Leader He, frightened as a rabbit, are you willing to lower your thorny defenses and become a member of my Justice League?" Even as his left hand hunted down the Golden Core cultivators affected by Rush Moon, Lin Bai didn't forget to try and persuade He Qin to surrender.

He needed the Justice League to grow stronger with every passing moment, not for himself to become a mere workhorse for the Players.

He Qin remained silent, doggedly rushing upwards. He possessed extensive combat experience; after a brief panic, he had already regained his composure.

He wasn't in the first wave. Lin Bai had the Bow of Love; rushing too fast would make him a living target. If he wasn't struck by an Arrow of Love, there was still a chance to turn the tables...

"My heart is as vast as the blue sky, my soul as noble as the sun. Submit to me, and your future will shine like the stars."

Standing amidst the gruesome battlefield, Lin Bai gazed at the thousands of Golden Core Monks soaring through the sky. His tone was melodious and graceful, his words as captivating as poetry.

The moment the Great Language System appeared, Lin Bai knew this accursed system would restrict his eloquence, yet the system's rewards were undeniably tempting.

So, although metaphors might soften the delivery, the intended meaning still needed to be expressed. The meaning was conveyed!

If they didn't appreciate it, he would fight until they did. After all, the mission could not be interrupted! In such a tense battle, he couldn't possibly hold up a sign to persuade them to surrender, could he? As for feeling awkward, that didn't exist for him; Lin Bai's face had long been tempered to be as thick as a city wall. Besides, he shouldn't be the one feeling awkward right now.

No one responded.

Seeing the first group of those affected by Rush Moon nearing the apex of their ascent, Lin Bai's brow furrowed slightly.

He had to admit, this group of people indeed had impressive composure!

Currently, even with Cupid's Bow, he couldn't afford to shoot arrows recklessly.

Only seven Arrows of Love remained; he couldn't waste them without confirming his primary targets.

As for the Matchmaker's Red String, it was to be reserved for a critical moment to defy fate. Nascent Soul Cultivators were simply not worthy of such a high-level item.

"Valley Master Ma, you possess a heart as kind as gold. Can you bear to watch your disciples fall from the sky like dumplings?" Lin Bai switched his focus. "Choosing to join the Justice League is tantamount to saving countless lives, a deed more meritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda."

Still, no one replied.

He Qin and others, who had thoroughly analyzed Lin Bai's skills, still clung to the hope of a counterattack. Killing Lin Bai while masked would wash away the shame of today's forced ascent...

Quicker than words could tell, the first batch of cultivators to reach the pinnacle of Rush Moon regained control of their bodies. They immediately wheeled around, burning with boundless fury, roaring, "Lin Bai, prepare to die!" as they dived from the heavens.

However, their target wasn't Lin Bai. Instead, they aimed for the observing cultivators from the Evil Five Doors and the Players from the Beggar Gang. These alliance cultivators remembered their primary mission: sow chaos on the battlefield and create an opportunity for their sect leaders to assassinate Lin Bai.

Being forcibly subjected to Rush Moon was a profound humiliation for any normal cultivator.

Moreover, those who had cultivated to the Golden Core realm typically held deep affection for their sects.

"Master, are they guarding against your Bow of Love and Lightning Storm?" Little White Fox, also observing the battlefield, had instantly discerned the masked cultivators' intentions.

"Xiao Bai, your wisdom shines like the first star appearing before nightfall!" Lin Bai patted Little White Fox's head, turned off the recording pens, and smoothly brought back his left hand, taking Cupid's Bow and nocking an arrow. "Next, you'll witness true desperation—like having the last piece of clothing ripped from you as you're freezing to death."

"..." Little White Fox's eyes lit up. "Master, am I really that smart?" she asked excitedly.

Lin Bai merely smiled, saying nothing.

Seeing the members of the Evil Five Doors assume combat stances, Lin Bai chuckled and announced loudly, "Members of the Justice League, whose passion burns like fire! Your task is not to battle these enemies, savage as wolves. Instead, you must enlighten them with love and justice—for example, by catching those unconscious cultivators falling like hailstones."

"Alliance Hierarch?"

Xin Shang was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Bai to issue such a command at all.

He had clearly seen Lin Bai stop the Lightning Storm when the enemy attacked. Hadn't Lin Bai done so because he was afraid of friendly fire, intending for them to fight on their own?

But soon, he understood.

Before the ferocious, masked cultivators could close in, they abruptly turned, reassumed their flying postures, and soared skyward once more.

In the blink of an eye, only a single, lonely cultivator was left charging, sword brandished. Dumbfounded, he glanced at the thousands of members from the Evil Five Doors opposite him, then at his companions who had abandoned him and were once again soaring skyward. He didn't know whether to continue his attack or follow their example and fly up as well.

He looked desolate and helpless.

Even through the mask, Xin Shang could sense the remaining cultivator's acute embarrassment and despair.

Sending them flying is one thing, but to deliberately leave one behind? That perverse sense of humor must be etched into your very bones!

No one would have thought the Rush Moon attribute would leave a single person behind; most people wouldn't even consider such a possibility.

After all, having sent thousands into the sky, did one more really matter?

"Brother, surrender! You can't win against him..." Xin Shang said, looking at the solitary cultivator with pity in his eyes.

Just then, Lin Bai's voice came at the right moment, "Oh, lonely masked one, like an ugly duckling, I can feel your inner turmoil and helplessness. Why not act like an Angel and rescue your fallen comrades?"

The masked man glared furiously at Lin Bai. Isn't it your fault I'm so confused and helpless?!

But Lin Bai's words had undoubtedly shown him a way out, giving him something to do and saving him from being frozen awkwardly on the spot.

His comrades, previously struck by lightning, severely injured, and rendered unconscious, having reached their involuntary ascent's peak, were now plummeting uncontrollably. A fall from such a height meant certain death; not even the Pill Medicines of Medicine King Valley could save them from such a fall.

Those still flying were clearly in no position to catch their comrades.

An inexplicable flicker of gratitude towards Lin Bai sparked within him. Then, he turned resolutely to rescue his companions.

Lin Bai smiled and waved at Xin Shang and the others.

Xin Shang looked at Lin Bai with a complex expression, then ordered, "Rescue them."

At his command, the members of the Evil Five Doors transformed into battlefield medics, beginning to rescue the black-clad figures falling from the sky.

As they performed the rescues, a myriad of emotions churned within the Evil Door cultivators. Since encountering Lin Bai, they hadn't experienced a straightforward battle in what felt like ages.

「In the sky.」

He Qin and the others, having regained their freedom, stared with perplexed expressions at the cultivators who had just charged down only to fly back up again. They were utterly clueless about what to do next.

No one could have anticipated that a battle against Lin Bai would unfold like this. None of their prior plans were of any use.

Moreover, the members of the Evil Five Doors weren't exploiting their predicament; they were actually saving people.

What on earth was happening?!

The crucial point was, they couldn't reach Lin Bai from such a distance!

The flicker of hope that had just sprouted upon regaining control of their bodies was mercilessly snuffed out by Lin Bai.

"Sect Leader, what should we do?" Guan Pengfei, flying beside He Qin under Wind Control, asked with a bewildered expression.

"How the hell would I know?" He Qin snapped, his eyes bloodshot, unable to stop himself from cursing.

If they charged down, Lin Bai would send them skyward again. If they attacked Lin Bai directly, they risked being hit by his Arrow of Love. His Morning Yuan Sword Sect... in less than even a quarter of an hour, the situation had become utterly irresolvable, even worse than what happened at Return to Dragon View.

At this very moment, He Qin suddenly understood the plight of Return to Dragon View, which Lin Bai had single-handedly dismantled, the surrender of the Evil Five Doors, and the defection of Hundred Flower Valley. Faced with Lin Bai's roguish tactics, surrender seemed to be the only viable option.

With the Bow of Love in play, even dying in battle was a luxury!

"Sect Leader, let's flee!" Guan Pengfei suggested tentatively. "Lin Bai wants to recruit us into the Righteous Door; he has no intention of killing us. If we flee amidst the chaos, he probably won't notice. As the saying goes, 'As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn'..."

"Once we flee, the 'green hills' will be gone," He Qin said mournfully, looking towards his sect's mountain gate. "I am the Sect Leader. If I flee without a fight, the Morning Yuan Sword Sect will lose all face and never be able to stand proud in the world again."

"We're masked. We could flee to the Sword Sect for reinforcements, then fight our way back..." Guan Pengfei proposed.

"Lin Bai has the Justice Weekly in his hands," He Qin interrupted coldly. "What do you think the Justice Weekly would report about us? With Players aiding him, it wouldn't take a day for the news—that He Qin abandoned his sect and fled like a deserter—to spread far and wide..."

Guan Pengfei fell silent, abashed.

"Truly, he plans every step, leaving nothing to chance. Sect Leader He, setting aside his techniques and Divine Skills, his mastery over the situation alone makes him a formidable figure in this age," Wan Qifeng, also masked, suddenly remarked.

Sensing things were amiss, he had decisively abandoned any thought of descending further. Being sent flying once was enough; he had no desire for a repeat performance.

"Unless we can break his Separation of Love, we have no chance of victory," Ma Changcheng chimed in, his voice grave. "Pavilion Master, surely the Spirit Artifact Pavilion has Magic Treasures that can be thrown downwards?"

"And what if we do? Valley Master, have you considered the consequences if we fail to kill Lin Bai?" Wan Qifeng glanced at him, a bitter smile on his lips.

"We can't fight, and we can't flee! What are we supposed to do? We can't just stay here in a stalemate with him!" Ma Changcheng exclaimed angrily. "This scoundrel is truly detestable..."

Before his words had fully faded, a colossal force surged from beneath their feet.

Amidst the terrified cries of the crowd, leaving one lone figure behind to gaze at the moon, the group once again found themselves in a flying posture, ascending to even greater heights.

This was because Lin Bai saw them huddled together and couldn't resist using Rush Moon on them again. Recall how Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times to truly subdue him; Lin Bai knew he had to completely wear down their fighting spirit before they could become members of the Justice League.

It was only then that Lin Bai realized the skill was aptly named: as long as they gathered together, no matter how high they were, he could use Rush Moon.

This meant that with enough people, by pushing them up layer by layer, it might be possible to send the very last person all the way to the moon... It seemed Rush Moon employed a multi-stage rocket propulsion technology!

As the second Rush Moon activated, the system once again flooded Lin Bai's mind with a torrent of negative emotions. The cultivators flung skyward were on the verge of madness.

"Sect Leader, let's join the Justice League! This Separation of Love can be used continuously. We can't even get near Lin Bai, let alone defeat him."

"Both times, one person was left behind. That must be a drawback of Separation of Love."

"Indeed. If no one is left behind, how can it be called 'separation'?"

"Is there any point in discussing Lin Bai's techniques and Divine Skills at a time like this? What good can one person left behind do? Are we to rely on him to single-handedly kill Lin Bai?"

"Sect Leader, even if we follow Hundred Flower Valley's example and temporarily join the Justice League, we can always declare independence once Lin Bai is dead! Given his arrogance, someone is bound to deal with him eventually."

"Sect Leader, make a decision, quickly! Lin Bai's left hand is coming for us again!"

More and more voices urged surrender.

He Qin, still in his flying posture, no longer bothered to channel his cultivation to accelerate. He helplessly asked Wan Qifeng and Ma Changcheng beside him, "Sect Leaders, do either of you have any better ideas?"

Wan Qifeng shook his head, saying bitterly, "If we can't break this cursed Separation of Love, I, for one, no longer wish to be Lin Bai's enemy. I see that Xin Shang and his group still retain their freedom. Perhaps joining the Justice League isn't such a bad thing..."

Ma Changcheng remained silent.

"Shall we feign surrender then?" He Qin asked tentatively.

Before his words fell, an enraged voice, like rolling thunder, boomed from the horizon: "You young scoundrel, return the thousand-year heritage of my Return to Dragon View…!"