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

"Junior Uncle, you..." Xia Tianwu looked at the silver mirror in Lin Du's hand, hesitant to speak.

She had just looked around the house and noticed that only the lamp on the table was not from this village; it was probably the "surveillance" that Lin Du had mentioned.

Who is Junior Uncle spying on now?

But after Lin Du returned, he didn't say much. He just stared at the mirror in his hand, and there was no sound in the mirror.

"I encountered someone who was breaking the formation."

"Is there a formation that you, Junior Uncle, can't break?" Xia Tian blurted out unconsciously, but quickly realized that it was normal for Lin Du to not be able to break it after only one year of training.

Jin Xuan and Yuan Ye talked about how amazing their junior uncle's array-breaking skills were every day in the sect. Xia Tianwu kept listening and forgot that Lin Du was still a child.

Upon hearing this, Tao Xian spoke up, "This art of formations is difficult to begin with, and even more difficult to master. How old are you, young Taoist priest...?"

Lin Du's voice rang out, "If I take action, this village will be gone. Let him do it."

Tao Xian: ? He's just asking for trouble.

The methods of array formation are complex; carving and setting up arrays is a skill, and breaking arrays is also a skill.

Lin Du learns faster than ordinary people because he has been exposed to modern mathematics, physics and chemistry. People who studied advanced mathematics in their childhood and physics and chemistry in their adulthood are good at understanding the principles of energy fields when they study formations.

However, Lin Du has not yet learned many other sophisticated methods of breaking formations. She currently only has two methods: one is to reverse and cancel out, and the other is to violently destroy the energy field to cause energy imbalance, with unpredictable consequences.

It's like there's a kind of beauty in breaking through enemy lines that disregards the lives of others.

Lin Du, head bowed, suddenly heard Tao Xian speak softly, "Young Taoist priest, you're so young and already have premature gray hair. Are you working too hard? I remember that in this place, the elderly don't seem to get gray hair. Why don't you go and ask for some secret recipes?"

Then he saw the child turn his face and look at him coldly, his eyes misty and heavy.

Tao Xian felt inexplicably nervous. "That's not what I meant."

"I did it on purpose. I named it 'Highlights.' How about that? Cool enough?" Lin Du raised his chin, acting like a cocky kid.

Tao Xian could only nod, "Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, cold-blooded..."

Even the most ruthless person is still just a little kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet.

Only Xia Tian frowned and went over to take Lin Du's pulse.

Lin Du's physical constitution was insufficient, which hindered his lifespan. He had been replenishing it since joining the sect, so he shouldn't be aging so quickly.

But now that strand of white hair has lost all its vitality, and Xia Tian knew why without even checking his pulse.

That was no longer just worry; it was exhaustion, mental overwork, and the body's instinct to drain the life from the hair.

Xia Tian was about to curse when he saw his junior uncle's expression suddenly change.

Lin Du looked at the silver mirror in her hand, in which Wei Zhi's smiling handsome face appeared. His eyes seemed to be looking directly at her through the glass lamp, which made her eyes look like amber glass, and even his fine, drooping eyelashes showed a hint of clever playfulness.

……

She knew that Wei Zhi would find out sooner or later.

A lazy, smiling voice came from beside me, "Have you seen enough? Come out and do me a favor."

Very good, it seems you've known all along.

Lin Du's face was long and his mood was terrible. He forced a smile at Xia Tian and said, "Second nephew, if you want to scold me, do it another day. I'll go out and break the formation first. That person isn't very good, so I'll have to take care of him."

"Second nephew, go and keep watch over the eldest nephew," she said.

Summer unconsciously let go of his hand, and in that instant, the person was gone.

The door frame was hollow, and the junior uncle darted out without any hindrance, disappearing in no time.

Xia Tian was silent for a while. This little junior uncle could be given a nickname. It should be called "Let Go of the Hands".

"I'm going back to see my senior brother." Her expression remained unchanged as she got up and left the room.

The moonlight grew increasingly hazy. When Lin Du arrived at the well, Wei Zhi was holding the glass lamp, carefully examining the incantations engraved on the stone used to mend the sky.

"Why did you call me?"

"After all, I'm not very capable, so I'll have to ask you to step in." Wei Zhi smiled and glanced at her.

He even overheard what she said when she came out earlier!

Lin Du's scalp tingled; she wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up and bury herself on the spot. But she kept a straight face, forcibly changing the subject. She glanced at the roots clearly exposed on the ground and asked, "Haven't they been pulled out yet?"

Wei Zhi shook his head. "There's only one last thing left. I've suppressed the upper levels of the entire village, but part of this thing is still stuck with the underground dark water. If you want to protect this village, you need to fill in some things. This isn't difficult for me."

Lin Du nodded perfunctorily while looking at him clearly, his eyes conveying a distinct meaning: If it's not difficult for you, then why did you call me?

"I need you to carry a lantern for me."

Lin Du's nonchalant smile froze.

If Wei Zhi hadn't been ranked third on the Chongxiao List, Lin Du would have already wanted to push him into a well to have his brains washed.

Her master must have been a shut-in for too long and his mind has gone haywire; Wei Zhi must have been digested by dragons and gone mad.

Although she was indeed a vile voyeur, Wei Zhi clearly recognized what it was from the beginning.

This is blatant revenge; she's not some novice monk holding a lamp for a high-ranking monk!

"The well water might overflow; you should hold it off to prevent the village from being flooded."

It's not that Wei Zhi couldn't do it in an instant, but...

He lowered his eyelashes. "You have an ice spirit root, so you should do better than me."

Lin Du suddenly fell silent, reached out and took the lamp, "That's fine too."

No wonder he's a high-ranking monk; he's much better at talking than that old man at home.

Wei Zhi summoned something that was somewhat similar to the Vajra Peg that Lin Du had seen in the water mirror, yet not quite the same.

When Lin Du was reading the book, he could never quite distinguish between the Vajra Pestle and the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle just from the text descriptions. Now that he saw the real thing, he was even more stunned. Both of them have three-edged tips, and the other end has intricate patterns.

The man was clearly casting a spell, his gaze fixed firmly on the magical artifact before him, yet he still spoke, "It is the Vajra Pestle."

Lin Du was startled; how did he know what she was thinking...?

Wei Zhi curled his lips. "You're staring at that thing, your eyes unfocused. You're obviously thinking about something, but you're not scheming or plotting. You're recalling something. I guess you're recalling something from the book, trying to figure out what I'm doing."

Lin Du took a step back; she hated the feeling of being forced to conform to someone's lower status.

When you feel comfortable with someone, and they can respond to anything you say, and they always go along with your ideas, then you've probably been "downwardly compatible."

Lin Du dislikes having a worthy opponent; he prefers to unilaterally control the situation.

We need to stay away from this thing.

After this collaboration, I doubt we'll ever see each other again.

Wei Zhi had already composed himself, and golden light could be faintly seen around him. The demon-subduing pestle hanging in front of him had also begun to rotate slowly, its golden light bursting forth. It was clearly an object no longer than the palm of his hand, and now its three sharp edges were pointing downwards, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

The demonic monk had already closed his eyes, muttering incantations and continuously performing hand seals. There was not a trace of seductive charm in his eyes; he appeared righteous and upright.

It was a sight Lin Du had never seen before.

Wei Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, shouted, and the Vajra Pestle slammed down, piercing straight into the roots of the vine.

Then the man put his hands together in a mudra, and a gust of wind suddenly rose around him, making the hem of his monk's robe flutter.

The spiritual energy surged rapidly all around, and the surging tide of vines could be faintly felt below. In the distance, the hollow and collapsing forces below were clearly visible, followed by the shaking of the green mountains.

The coiled dragon had been under Qinglu Village for hundreds of years, and the Moonlight Vine, which had long occupied a huge space, was pierced and chased by the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and then fell apart. At the same time, the Vajra Pegs on all four sides exerted their power to suppress it, forcing the vine back and uprooting it.

"Rise." Wei Zhi suddenly raised his hand, and the vines, almost as thick as a human thigh, burst out of the ground and were thrown into the air like rags and ropes. Then, a black whirlwind came down and poured into it.

Not far away, the green mountains seemed to have been stripped of their clothes, with sand and stones flying everywhere in the blink of an eye.

The innocent insects and wild beasts felt as if a gust of wind had risen, completely unaware of any unexpected events.

The instant the spirit vine was removed, Lin Du suddenly put away the glass lamp, opened his right hand, and the Floating Life Fan appeared in his palm. He then closed his hand and clenched it, the fan opening neatly, and all the spiritual power poured into the well water.

The well water, seemingly unable to withstand the surge of energy, froze at the wellhead. Even though it had leaped about half a person's height above the water level, it instantly solidified into solid blocks of ice.

A chilling atmosphere pervaded the air.

"As expected of a supremely cold, heavenly-grade ice spirit root." Wei Zhi sighed softly, then blinked away the frost on his eyelashes without making a sound.

Lin Du even went so far as to playfully tap the well water that had frozen into solid ice.

She suddenly noticed something, withdrew her hand, turned her head away casually, and stood with her hands behind her back, refusing to look at the person next to her.

On the exposed half of Wei Zhi's neck, there was a spot that gleamed faintly silver in the moonlight.

They are dragon scales.

Wei Zhi had just sent her away, probably because he didn't want her to see that he couldn't suppress the demonic energy as soon as he made a move.