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

Cloud City, an isolated city nestled by water and backed by mountains, is somewhat out of step with the typical location of cities belonging to the Northern Sects, which are generally well-connected and easily accessible.

Fortunately, the ancient trees reached for the sky and wildflowers bloomed all along the way, making for a very pleasant landscape.

Tao Xian remained silent the whole way. Lin Du lay lazily on the deck of the spirit boat, using the knowledge penetration method to catch up on sleep. Xia Tian was naturally quiet, and Mo Lin, who was afraid of the wind, remained upright in the cabin, facing Tao Xian.

At this moment, all six people on the boat fell silent.

Ju Yuan and Feng Yi sat one in front of the other, looking like worried parents. They frowned as they looked at the person who was covering her face with a book but not her body. They wanted to find a blanket to cover her, but then they remembered that she had an ice spirit root and was unlikely to catch a cold.

As they approached their destination, just as Xia Tian was about to call for help, Lin Du sat up abruptly, removed the Heart Sutra that had slipped from his face, and glanced at the Flying Star Sect's mountain gate. It was daytime, and countless traces of spiritual energy left by flying magical artifacts were visible amidst the clouds and green mountains.

The group landed below the mountain gate. Before the guarding disciple could speak, one of them blurted out, "So many people."

The Supreme Sect will probably never see so many people in their lifetime.

The guarding disciple couldn't help but wonder what kind of ignorant person could say such a thing, but when he looked in the direction of the voice, he was momentarily stunned by the face.

The speaker was dressed in expensive black robes and had a noble face that didn't look like someone who had never seen the world. He had a strange-looking heavy iron folding fan hanging from his waist and stood in the middle of the group.

All around him were immortals, whose attire, though not ostentatious, was of extraordinary quality in terms of fabric and ornaments.

Lin Du turned to look at Tao Xian, "How many people does your Flying Star Sect actually have? No matter how many good talents there are in the cultivation world, you can't just plunder them like this."

Tao Xian looked as if he had never been injured. He stood up straight, wearing a clean Flying Star Sect disciple's robe, on which the Big Dipper was densely woven with silver threads, its precious light shining like a cluster.

He thought for a moment, "The sect recruits both menial and outer disciples every year. I don't know the exact number, but the entire sect must have at least ten thousand members?"

Even Ju Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "So many? Aren't you worried about not having enough resources?"

Feng Yi stood with his hands behind his back, saying, "Ordinary disciples don't require much resource."

Any disciple from the Supreme Sect could have had enough resources poured into them to support dozens of personal disciples in a major sect.

Lin Du vaguely sensed that these people were acting like they were out of touch with reality, so he quickly changed the subject, "Let's go, business is more important."

"May I ask, Uncle-Master Tao Xian, who are these gentlemen?"

"The Daoists of the Supreme Sect." Tao Xian spoke succinctly. He didn't want to stay here for too long. His heart was being tormented day and night, and as he approached the end, a sense of fear arose within him.

The guard hurriedly bowed and said, "So you are the Taoist priests from the Supreme Sect."

For ordinary cultivators, the Supreme Sect is like a towering mountain, existing only in the records of official history. No matter which one, it will always leave a glorious name in this world.

When Tao Xian arrived at the foot of the peak, he did not immediately head straight for the magnificent golden palace above. He said, "Daoist Master, you go first. I want to... go back to my fellow disciples' residence."

Lin Du glanced at him. The man was already shrouded in a heavy aura of yin energy, yet he showed no sign of resentment.

With just that indifferent glance, their eyes met, and even Mo Lin, that blockhead, could sense the despair in that look.

Lin Du nodded. "Go ahead, we'll wait for you up there."

Tao Xian looked away, but for no apparent reason, he felt a sense of support behind him.

His entire life, he should have relied on those above him, but now he has fallen on outsiders.

He never imagined that the name "Supreme Sect" would not only be a savior from evil for ordinary people, but also a final act of assistance for him, a disciple of a major sect.

The group from the Supreme Sect landed on the summit.

A young man dressed in the robes of a direct disciple was waiting outside. He was not surprised to see the group. "Master had foreseen that distinguished guests would be arriving today and instructed me to wait here to receive you all."

The five people entered the Golden Hall, and the disciple served tea to each of them. When he reached Lin Du, she suddenly coughed violently, and the tea she was holding was swept to the ground by her violent shaking.

The person calmly used their spiritual power to support it, then reached out and held it properly. Lin Du covered his lips and glanced down at it.

The base of the palm is smooth and intact.

Lin Du's cough was tinged with a mocking smile.

The black silk wrapped around the boy's thin frame, and when he coughed, the fabric stretched taut over his shoulder blades, making him appear even more gaunt and frail.

The disciple looked at Lin Du with concern in his eyes, "Young Taoist priest, are you alright?"

Xia Tianwu suddenly spoke up, "It's alright. I'm really sorry. My junior uncle was born with a weak constitution and suffered persecution from Qi Zhun and Shao Fei. His heart and lungs are damaged, and he often coughs up blood. It has sullied your master's golden palace."

Lin Du reached out and took the handkerchief Xia Tianwu handed him, wiped away the bright red blood that had seeped through his pale fingers, and raised his face to give the other person an embarrassed smile.

The disciple's face also showed a hint of indignation, "It's all because of those evil sects. Now the outer sect is in chaos because of those powerful families, which gives those evil spirits a chance to fish in troubled waters."

Lin Du picked up his teacup, turned to look at Feng Yi, their eyes met, and then they both picked up their teacups at the same time.

This young disciple's personality... he's actually Yin Zhong's disciple.

Lin Du thought about it more deeply; she always felt that Yin Zhong had left himself a way out.

Among that group of disciples, there was one disciple who was completely without fault; if I remember correctly, he should be ranked seventh.

Yin Zhong represents grassroots cultivators without any background or connections. In the sect, he openly accepts commoner disciples from the outer sect.

Only this seventh brother was personally arranged by the sect leader to be recruited by Yin Zhong during the last Central State General Election, which can be considered as snatching food from the tiger's mouth of those aristocratic elders.

Lin Du lowered his eyes. This person's cultivation level was comparable to his own, and he had not even formed his core yet.

This person was selected from the Central Plains, and is over thirty years old. How come he hasn't reached the Cloud Ascension Realm yet, while even those few nominal disciples have?

This is really strange.

The boy suddenly looked up and shouted in one direction, "Master!"

Lin Du looked up and saw that Elder Yin Zhong, whose cultivation had been rumored to have been damaged, had a full head of white hair and was wearing a dark blue elder's robe embroidered with countless stars. He walked steadily and had a solemn expression.

She keenly sensed something was amiss, and after observing for a while, she finally discerned something unusual.

Yin Zhong's face, with its cold, hard expression that showed neither joy nor sorrow and had seen through the vicissitudes of life, was about 50% similar to her sadistic master.

Lin Du's smile turned colder, and he unconsciously gripped the Floating Life Fan at his waist.

That face is truly repulsive.

She couldn't eat or sleep properly if this person stayed even a quarter of an hour longer; she even lost her appetite for lunch.