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

Lin Du had just been settled when the courtyard gate was knocked on by uninvited guests once again.

Feng Yi was intently watching Lin Du sleeping by the bedside. After a long while, she sighed thoughtfully.

"Uncle-Master, I was wondering why this rebellious person did something in accordance with Heaven's will. It turns out it's because of you, little fellow."

"You actually want me to take out the Jade Pearl from the Tomb of the Gods to settle your karma."

Feng Yi composed himself. "Never mind, he was the one who touched the divine body anyway, so this thing originally belonged to him."

Lin Du didn't sleep well. She was very tired and exhausted, but she vaguely had a nightmare.

In her dream, her hair was gray, her face was pale, and she was frail and sickly, seemingly on her last legs. Her cruel master looked at her with anger, but in the end, he just sighed.

"Your heart is already broken, yet you still expend so much energy defying the heavens. Is it worth it?"

In the dream, Lin Du laughed, "Disciple's Dao heart is shattered, and there is no hope in this life. I would rather exchange my meager life for supreme peace. Master, after I leave, I will give you my eyes. After you have comprehended them, you will surely be able to ascend. I beg you to grant my request at that time."

"You're even plotting against me??" A strange anger flickered in Yan Ye's unchanging gray eyes, which then turned into a cold, mocking smile.

"That's true. My apprentice has been smart since he was a child, and he's also reckless. Why should I go against the will of heaven and keep someone who wants to die hanging in the balance?"

"Now you've even planned for your own death, let alone your master's ascension. How can there be such a rebellious disciple as you in the world?"

Yan Ye turned and left, but Lin Du could clearly see that he left in a hurry, not because he was angry.

He was so angry at himself in his dream that he cried.

Lin Du almost laughed out loud.

So this is how you can make your sadistic master cry?

Soon the dream changed, and Lin Du sat on a mountaintop, coldly watching the colorful lanterns and decorations below, his eyes filled with festive red.

The banquet was lively and cheerful, with everyone beaming with joy. Familiar faces were all smiling, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

The Supreme Sect has so many people.

That's what Lin Du was thinking.

As the words "The bride and groom are being led into the bridal chamber" rang out, Lin Du vaguely recognized it as Yuan Ye's voice, only it sounded much more mature.

The second senior brother played his suona loudly and joyfully.

But soon, the suona suddenly stopped, and then the guests dispersed and the red silk was removed.

Her eldest nephew was wearing a red undergarment, which was now actually a blood-stained garment. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was going mad. He struggled as Ju Yuan and Cang Li held him down, and he let out uncontrollable moans.

Lin Du knew this was a dream. No matter what realm she was in, she couldn't sit on a mountaintop and see what was happening inside a house.

The once upright and robust young man uncontrollably curled up on the bed, clutching his heart and crying out. One of his hands, stained with blood, trembled as he grasped someone else's hand.

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his hand and saw a damp bloodstain on his wrist.

The person's hands were still warm.

The next instant, she was already in front of Mo Lin's bed.

Mo Lin's usually bright eyes were now dark and brooding, filled with a manic light. He gripped Lin Du's wrist tightly and cried, "Junior Uncle, Junior Uncle..."

"You know me, I can't live without her, Junior Uncle... Please, please."

Lin Du heard himself speaking, "Mo Lin, wake up, this isn't you, it's not you at all."

"Junior Uncle, it hurts so much, Junior Uncle..."

Lin Du suddenly turned around, his eyes red as he looked at Cang Li, "Second Senior Brother, is there really no way?"

"His spirit is unharmed."

Lin Du's voice trembled, "What do you mean, 'unimpeded soul'! How could he be unimpeded! How could he have dug out his own spiritual bones with his own hands! He is the 100th generation prodigy of the Supreme Sect! He is the first disciple of the sect!"

"He cultivates the Divine Firmament Path, practices the Hidden Edge Sword, and takes it upon himself to eliminate evil spirits. How could he possibly abandon his path for the sake of his Daoist companion!"

Cang Li pressed down on her shoulders, "Junior Sister, you shouldn't have come. Your Dao Heart..."

Lin Du suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his heart clenching painfully.

Amidst the chaos, she caught a glimpse of her fifth senior brother, Jiang Liang's, back.

Jiang Liang spoke up, "There's no other way. Judging from his appearance, his soul is unharmed, but his physical body is beyond help. He can only disintegrate on his own. I have found a secret method that can ensure that Mo Lin retains his memories after reincarnation and returns to the Supreme Sect."

Lin Du suddenly turned his head, but the scene showed the Hidden Edge Sword being drawn for the last time.

The blade, however, was pointed at its master.

Lin Du's heart was aching terribly; she could feel it. She was in pain, and in her dream, she was crying, but...

That's not her.

When has Lin Du ever cried?

Lin Du suddenly returned to the peak, then lost her footing and fell, waking up from this chaotic dream.

Feng Yi looked curiously at her junior sister who suddenly sat up. The girl had fine sweat on her forehead, her eyes were moist and red, and her eyelashes were sticky and wet, making her look pitiful. But when she looked up at someone for a moment, her eyes were like a deep abyss, dark and deep, filled with boundless loneliness and pain.

This startled Feng Yi.

Those are not a child's eyes.

Lin Du clutched his heart, frowned, and looked up in surprise to meet a completely unfamiliar face.

Could it be that she died from exhaustion of her divine consciousness and shattered heart, and then transmigrated again?

Lin Du frowned, about to ask a question, when the door was pushed open.

"Junior Sister, my good-for-nothing disciple is about to have his bone scraped. Granny Ma sent me to call you," Ju Yuan's voice trailed off as she cautiously looked at the person on the bed. "Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

Lin Du suddenly laughed. She covered her face, her voice still choked with sobs. Her low laughter carried a hint of madness, which startled Feng Yi and Ju Yuan.

She laughed to herself for a while, then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

It's true that people are prone to nightmares when they're under too much pressure; it's just a dream, after all.

She hasn't even formed her core yet, so where would she get her Dao heart?

Mo Lin will never end up like that in the dream, never.

"It's nothing, I just came. I dreamt that a monk stole someone's well, and I found it funny."

As she spoke, she quickly got out of bed, only to realize that her hair was now a bit disheveled, making her look like a madwoman. She paused, looked at her stunned senior brother, and sighed, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, senior brother."

Ju Yuan wasn't laughed at, but rather frightened.

The junior sister's current state is as mad as Uncle-Master Yan Ye, who must have seen something in the Tomb of the Gods back then.

He looked at Feng Yi in alarm, "Seventh Junior Sister, what's wrong with Junior Sister? Don't think she's gone mad."

Lin Du had already retied his hair bun and then used a hairnet to brush the stray hairs off his head.

This time, her second nephew burned off a lot of her hair. There were so many broken hairs that she was momentarily distracted and didn't pay attention to the rest.

Suddenly, a pair of hands took over the tying of the net scarf for her. "Let me do it."

Lin Du obediently released his grip, and the tip of his nose caught a whiff of the precious fragrance of orchid and agarwood.

As Feng Yi tidied up all of Lin Du's stray hairs and tied her hairnet, she calmly said, "Wasn't your martial uncle like this when he went crazy back then? Isn't it normal for junior sister to be like this?"

Ju Yuan: ...It sounds reasonable, but there's something a little unreasonable about it.

Feng Yi took a handkerchief dampened with water and wiped Lin Du's face before speaking, "You had a nightmare just now, didn't you? Your face is all wet from crying. Wipe it clean and put on some perfume too."

Lin Du paused for a moment, then called out, "Seventh Senior Sister?"

"Hey, it's me." Feng Yi patted her head. "Let's go, or we'll miss the fun."