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

Lin Du explained the matter in a few words, then made a request, "Master, since you cultivate the Dao of Destiny, can you calculate Tao Xian's reincarnation?"

Yan Ye looked at his young apprentice and asked, "Is this how you ask for help?"

Lin Du was quite shocked by this sudden domineering CEO-like statement. "Did you peek at the storybook I left in my cave?"

Yan Ye coughed lightly. "How could that be?"

"Really? I don't believe it."

Yan Ye met his apprentice's suspicious gaze and frankly admitted, "After you left, I went to talk to Feng Chao. She said that if you want to educate children properly, you must first understand them from her perspective and know their preferences."

"Then she gave me a storybook, saying that young people like to read it."

Lin Du leaned back. "No, I don't like it."

So it turns out Feng Chao wasn't that good at raising children either. Yan Ye pondered, "You don't like it? The book says that dislike is like, and explanations are just cover-ups..."

Lin Du shook his head vigorously, his disgust evident in his words, "Learning everything will only harm you."

Yan Ye breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew my apprentice wasn't that tasteless."

"However," Lin Du decided to change the subject, "would it cause trouble for Master's cultivation if he were to calculate it? If so, then let's not calculate it. If there are still karmic debts to settle later, I will always be able to encounter them again."

"It's not difficult." Yan Ye unconsciously tapped his knee, then realized it was a child's ADHD-like habit. "However, don't easily make promises to others that create karma, understand?"

Lin Du didn't say anything, and Yan Ye gave him another hard knock on the head.

"I knew you were a stubborn fool. You two are complete strangers. There are so many injustices in the world. Are you going to promise me everything?"

Lin Du covered his head and remained silent.

Yan Ye was at his wit's end and muttered, "ungrateful little devil."

Lin Du suddenly spoke up, "Master, didn't you want to go into seclusion? Why...?"

Yan Ye's expression stiffened, and he lowered his eyes awkwardly. "It's nothing. By the way, you won't be coming down the mountain for nine years after you come back. In that case, I'll withdraw my divine sense first."

Lin Du suddenly asked, "Master, you can connect to my vision through this divine thought, right?"

"I don't think I've mentioned this to you," Yan Ye withdrew his outstretched hand. "Why would you have such a thought?"

"Last time you said the food was served," Lin Du said, his memory always remarkable, "but at the time I wasn't even thinking about it, I hadn't even realized it yet."

This time, Yan Ye leaned back tactically, "As expected of my disciple, your master didn't mean to pry into your privacy..."

"I don't have any shameful secrets. I don't even look in the mirror after I take a shower," Lin Du interrupted him. "What I mean is, Master, please stay a while. You can help me find out who Tao Xian is, and I'll show you the moonrise and the mountains and seas."

Yan Ye was about to give the bastard who was spouting nonsense another whack on the head when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, his hand froze halfway down, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "What did you say?"

Lin Du repeated, "I will be your eyes. Master, you have not only taught me, but also raised me. I can give you my eyes, let alone just borrow your eyes to take a look."

She spoke casually and calmly, but Yan Ye's heart was in turmoil.

He was stunned for a while, then the hand that had been hovering in front of Lin Du's forehead gently fell down, and the powerful finger seemed to lose its strength as it tapped Lin Du's straight nose.

Lin Du, still not satisfied, continued, "If I walk ahead of you, please remember to take my eyes away, and perhaps then you will be able to see."

The fact that Lin Du could say those words in the dream at least proves that her eyes could help Yan Ye see, probably because they both have the Heavenly Grade Ice Spirit Root, and even their mental cultivation methods and spiritual sense techniques are from the same source.

Yan Ye couldn't bring himself to call him an ingrate anymore. "What nonsense are you spouting! I don't need your eyes! If you dare say such unlucky things again, jump into Luoze and wash your brain."

He was clearly angry; his brows were furrowed, and his cold, stern face resembled a stretch of solid ice and a solitary, towering pine tree.

When Yan Ye got angry, Lin Du was amused, and the shadow of his confrontation with Yan Ye in his dream faded away.

"I was lying to you. Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. I am that evil person, so I probably won't die anytime soon. I've disappointed you, Master."

She nimbly got up on her own. "I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going to cleanse my head. I haven't been able to train my body for many days. I've neglected it."

This body is extremely weak, and can only do some aerobic exercise. It is called brainwashing, but in reality it is surging forward. She has not yet been able to climb to the top of the waterfall, let alone win the championship of the Central Plains Grand Competition.

But since the words have already been spoken, we have to give it a try.

"Lin Du," Yan Ye called out, using his full name.

Lin Du paused, his hand breaking the ice, a chill running down his spine. He turned around, adopting a docile demeanor, and asked, "What's wrong, Master?"

Yan Ye didn't know what to say, "It's okay, I'll find some body-strengthening techniques and close-combat defense skills suitable for you."

Lin Du then squatted down again, dug a hole for himself, and jumped in. The water splashed out and quickly froze in the air, then fell down with a crackling sound.

Yan Ye lowered his eyes for a long time, then slowly clenched his fist on his knee, revealing the veins on the back of his hand.

So...she had already planned her funeral arrangements so early?

He got up and remained silent for a long time, not knowing where to go. He could only hold his breath and head into the library to find a cultivation method suitable for Lin Du's physical condition.

Lin Du finally climbed up to the bottom of the waterfall, but was ultimately swept back into the still pool by the enormous force of the impact.

She skillfully broke through the ice and sat on it, panting.

Although my lungs and internal organs have fully recovered, the deficiencies in my heart and overall body are a real burden. It seems I still need to refine the Heavenly Heart Lotus as soon as possible.

The five arts of Taoism are: ingesting elixirs, alchemy, esoteric texts, physical techniques, and talismans. Ingesting elixirs refers to the knowledge of taking elixirs and rare and precious herbs. Whether they are suitable for one's physical condition, when to take them, and how to take them are all matters of great importance.

Taking it at the right time will yield twice the results with half the effort; however, if you eat or drink it indiscriminately, it will harm your health.

Lin Du is always cautious about taking pills, and he doesn't just take them immediately when the system gives them to him.

She stood up, intending to go to the library first, and tell her second nephew during lunch that she would go to see that socially awkward fifth senior brother for a pulse diagnosis in the afternoon.

Lin Du never expected that the person she wanted to see would be in the library.

A person with social anxiety and an autistic patient stand in the library, seemingly discussing their conditions.

Lin Du thought for a moment, then quietly went inside, intending to continue learning the 108 basic formations in his usual spot.

She had just taken out the warm inkstone when, by sheer coincidence, she overheard someone say, "If you wanted to raise a spirit pet, she's destined to die before you. Would you still raise one?"

Lin Du: Please just tell me your name.