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

Lin Du lowered his eyes and rolled them around. He then spat out another mouthful of blood, turned into Xia Tianwu's arms, and fainted. He then tugged at Granny Ma's sleeve.

When faced with a dilemma, play dead on the spot.

Granny Ma: ...

Resignedly, she followed Lin Du's instructions and made up a story with her eyes closed. "Wanxia, ​​the one you're looking for now is no longer the incarnation of the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess is just using her body. Now she can't withstand the divine power and has already fainted."

Mo Lin hesitated, but ultimately remained silent.

Wanxia looked regretful. "I thought... the Moon Goddess had come to take me away."

Tao Xian couldn't help but think to himself, "Silly girl, if you really were taken away by the Moon Goddess, your soul would truly be gone."

Don't assume something is good just because someone is good-looking! The more attractive someone is, the more likely they are to lie.

The girl's gaze fell again on Lin Du's pale face, which was still tinged with blood. The paler the face, the more striking the vivid color became. At this moment, with his eyes closed and head tilted to one side, his hair was curly and messy, his eyelashes were thick and black, and his lips were stained with a bit of red, making him look like a beautiful ghost.

Not to mention the girl, Tao Xian's heart trembled—he was terrified.

Granny Ma was forced to pull out another four-wheeled vehicle, but this one was much more exquisite than the one Tao Xian was riding in, and it was even carved with animal patterns.

Tao Xian stared at the four-wheeled vehicle with a wistful look, "Why is hers so high-class?"

Grandma Ma glanced back at Tao Xian's simple four-wheeled cart made of wooden planks, the rough edges of which hadn't even been worn away yet.

"Because she is young."

"But I'm about to die!"

Tao Xian actually threw a tantrum.

Lin Du continued to play dead until they left the village and had walked a distance away. Before she could speak, Tao Xian panicked.

"No, little Taoist priest? Are you still pretending? We've already walked two miles, they can't catch up with us now."

"Master Lin? No, I was just complaining, I didn't say I wanted your four-wheeled vehicle."

Grandma Ma, annoyed by his chatter, spoke up, "She's fine, she's just asleep."

Tao Xian: ...?

"How does she manage to sleep at her age?"

Xia Tian took her pulse and said, "I was so exhausted that I fainted. I set up two large formations in one day, and my spiritual energy was severely overdrawn. It's amazing that I've been able to hold on until now."

The blood he vomited just now was real; his heart meridian had suffered a significant impact from the spiritual energy. If it weren't for the medicine constantly holding it together, Junior Uncle would probably have already suffered a ruptured heart meridian and vomited more than three liters of blood.

The road from Qinglu Village to Fenghuang City is hardly a road at all; it's all grassland and forest, and incredibly bumpy. Several summers, I didn't want to use the flying boat, but considering that Granny Ma seemed to prefer walking, I let it go.

The jolting made Tao Xian feel like his bones were about to fall apart, but Lin Du remained completely unconscious.

Mo Lin always felt that his junior uncle might be fast asleep, and he would go to check on him every few steps.

Grandma Ma never thought she was strange before, but now that she was about to go to the city, she felt a little embarrassed.

On the two four-wheeled vehicles, there were two people who looked half-dead, and two righteous disciples on either side of them like protectors. She didn't really want to join this group.

So Granny Ma went through the city gate ahead of them, and none of the guards dared to stop her.

The strange group of four behind them was stopped by the guards, who questioned them about their purpose in coming.

Mo Lin pointed to Granny Ma, whose face was exceptionally upright and whose big eyes were full of self-righteousness, "We all follow Granny Ma."

The guard glanced at Granny Ma, who was walking on her own, and then at the two half-dead people on the four-wheeled cart. Considering Granny Ma's identity, he thought it made sense, so he put down the knife he was using to stop them and gestured for them to enter the city directly.

The group arrived at the courtyard covered with spirit vines. When the gate opened, they saw a person sitting peacefully inside, with two maids standing beside him, all with sweet smiles, quietly drinking tea.

If Granny Ma hadn't been certain that this was her own yard, she would have thought she had gone to the wrong house.

The man leisurely sipped his tea, not even looking up, and said, "You're back?"

Mo Lin and Xia Tian bowed without raising their hands, saying, "Greetings, Seventh Martial Uncle."

The woman had her hair styled in a high bun, wore a blue shirt and a moon skirt, and had a heavy waist tag that was indeed the identity tag of the Supreme Sect. Her thin eyelids were sharp and dignified, and her eyes exuded a calm and unhurried pressure.

"I received your message talisman yesterday while I was having dinner." Feng Yi put down her teacup, then stood up, her extravagant earrings remaining perfectly still. She then respectfully raised her hand and bowed to Granny Ma.

"Feng Yi, the 99th generation disciple of the Supreme Sect, greets Granny Ma. I am grateful for your kindness in saving my junior from the brink of death. I have prepared some small gifts, and I hope you will accept them."

She was slender and tall, standing there like a drawn sword, her posture and words were respectful, yet no one felt that she was being respectful.

Feng Yi possessed an air of dignified composure that looked down upon all living beings. He didn't seem to be asking for thanks; rather, he seemed like a nobleman bestowing a reward.

Grandma Ma suddenly felt a little tired.

Other sects mold their disciples into identical pine and bamboo forests, which may be boring, but at least they don't create any unexpected complications that leave one at a loss. The Supreme Sect, on the other hand, is like a clump of wildly blooming, chaotic flowers; you never know what strange thing they might do next.

You could say they're all rare species, that's true, but they just grow in all sorts of strange ways.

"I have already accepted their payment and will not accept any more gifts," Granny Ma said.

Feng Yi held a box in her hand. "It's just a small gift, nothing special. Mother-in-law will know as soon as she sees it."

Granny Ma didn't want to accept it at first, but then she saw Feng Yi slowly open the box in his hand.

She paused for a moment, then gave Feng Yi a deep look. "The disciples of the Supreme Sect are truly all capable people."

The Celestial Pearl was indeed a treasure that the Corpse King could hardly refuse.

The pearl in the mouth of the deity's remains might seem a bit immoral to other cultivators, but it was just right for the people of the Supreme Sect.

No matter what kind of cultivator breaks into the ancient god's ruins, it's hard to imagine them disturbing the corpse.

However, the disciples of the Supreme Sect were notorious for their bandit-like nature, taking advantage of every passing goose and leaving no trace of a beast, and even the Ancient God's Forgotten Palace was no exception.

Granny Ma was finally convinced.

She took the box and readily forgave Feng Yi for usurping her place and ordering his own corpse puppet to make tea for her.

Feng Yi then walked to the four-wheeled vehicle, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two people before finally standing precisely in front of Lin Du.

"Is this the child from our sect who was poisoned by Gu? Heaven have mercy, how did he become so thin?"

Mo Lin, who was standing properly to the side, paused for a moment, then said, "Seventh Uncle, that's not it."

Feng Yi instantly withdrew her hand that was about to touch Lin Du's face, and met Tao Xian's gaze with a troubled expression. "Such a good child. I remember he was quite handsome when he entered the sect. How come he's grown up to be ugly?"

Tao Xian: ...Alright, stop talking.

Mo Lin cleared his throat and said, "Seventh Uncle, I'm here. That's Tao Xian, a direct disciple of the Flying Star Sect."

Feng Yi then turned her gaze to Mo Lin, "Ah, Mo Lin, you've grown so much! When you were little, your father carried you into the sect. You were such a tiny little thing back then. Your martial uncle even carried you. Do you remember me?"

Mo Lin certainly remembered, but Feng Yi clearly didn't remember him at all.

They had clearly met once when they grew up. He vaguely remembered that before he left, the sect leader told him that his seventh uncle was a bit unconventional, and that was probably the reason.

"Weren't you poisoned by a Gu curse? Then what's the situation with this little thing?"

Feng Yi shifted her gaze to Lin Du, "He's quite good-looking, and you can tell at a glance that he's from our Supreme Sect."

"Last night we were attacked by men in white robes and asked our Seventh Uncle for help, but he didn't make it in time, so our Junior Uncle's spiritual energy was exhausted and he fell into a deep sleep," Mo Lin said honestly.

Feng Yi's face still held that dignified expression, but his eyes were subtly fixed elsewhere. "When I received the sect leader's transfer order, I thought I was in Yunnan."

"But actually, I'm in southern Guangdong."

Mo Lin paused for a moment, then said, "So..."

"So I really traveled all night to get here. It was difficult to ask for directions at night, and I had to go through several cities before I finally found Phoenix City. After dawn, I received your second message, saying that it was Granny Ma's courtyard in Phoenix City, so I'll stop here for now."

"You must be tired from traveling a thousand miles through the night." Mo Lin silently bowed again.

Clearly, this senior apprentice has no sense of direction. She received the communication talisman in the middle of the night and probably went astray by more than a little bit.