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

It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, and the spiritual rain that falls on the second day of the second lunar month during the Core Formation Heavenly Tribulation is even more priceless.

Jiang Liang took out a large iron basin and placed it on the ground under Lin Du's strange gaze.

This is also a very good ingredient for decoctions. I'll take it to Lin Du to make medicine later. The original decoction will help him digest the original food, and the money will come from the same source.

Lin Du, who was sprawled on the ground, took a long time to shovel himself up. He obediently let Jiang Liang take his pulse, and then, enduring his hunger, he swam around Luoze for a while. After getting ashore and changing his clothes, he realized that he had grown taller again, and the hem of his robe was now above his ankles, making it look rather tight.

Lin Du dried his hair and skillfully twisted it into a topknot, planning to go down the mountain to treat some of his junior disciples to a meal and buy new robes.

Jiang Liang glanced at Yan Ye, who had consciously withdrawn his divine sense, hesitated, then felt it was inappropriate to speak, and carried the basin back to find his own disciple.

The child is growing up quickly, but Yan Ye, that blockhead, probably doesn't understand.

The rain has stopped, and the sky is filled with radiant light. One can vaguely see the flow of Taoist energy. Wherever the calamity clouds are, there are auspicious clouds that represent good fortune.

But whether it was because Lin Du moved too fast or because it was already near dusk, the entire Wushangzong mountain range was shrouded in a sky full of rosy light, and even Dingjiu City was bathed in golden light.

Upon reaching the third stage of cultivation, one can extend one's lifespan by a thousand years, fly freely, soar among the clouds, and have colorful clouds supporting one's feet.

Lin Du no longer needed to use her magic weapon before flying. She traveled among the clouds, first sending a message to her junior disciples, then landing on the main peak to report to the sect leader that she was alright. She also took Ni Jinxuan with her, and the group descended the mountain in a grand procession.

The rosy glow of the sunset, like honey, bathed the shoulders of the young men, their robes fluttering, the delicate, melodious sound of copper bells mingling with their laughter, carried on the wind in a joyful atmosphere.

"Let's eat roast duck at Fu Man Lou!"

"Let's eat the braised fish head at Haichanglou!"

"Enjoy the roasted mutton at Yanchun Pavilion!"

Lin Du was getting a headache from his three junior apprentices' nagging. "Eat, eat, eat! We can just eat at one place and then go to another. It's not like we can't afford it."

A group of people came down the mountain and entered Fumanlou in a lively atmosphere.

Lin Du had just survived his tribulation, and his aura was still strong. He was also young, so he was conspicuous wherever he went.

Even in February, the northern lands are still cold. Mo Lin was wearing a black fox fur cloak. He was tall and looked from a distance like a skinny version of a black bear that had stolen a monk's robe.

The remaining group chattered amongst themselves, creating the appearance of a dozen or so people, making them quite conspicuous as they passed by.

"Second floor, the top-tier private room, for six distinguished guests." The waiter had barely finished speaking when his gaze fell on the disciple tokens on the six people. He asked with a smile, "I wonder which Daoist priest in the sect has survived the Heavenly Tribulation today? Look at those auspicious clouds, they're truly delightful to behold."

Lin Du smiled without saying a word, and Ni Jinxuan, seeing her expression, swallowed her boast.

Yan Qing and Yuan Ye kept their eyes down and didn't say anything. Mo Lin, with his sleeves tucked in, smiled and said, "He's one of my martial uncles."

That's absolutely right.

Lin Du thought to himself that this kid had indeed grown up.

The waiter recognized Mo Lin. Low-level cultivators cannot perceive the specific cultivation level of a cultivator stronger than themselves, so he smiled and flattered him, "Your martial uncle must be a person who can bring blessings to this region. The second day of the second lunar month is such an auspicious day for the dragon to raise its head."

As the group walked uphill, they overheard everything that was being said in the restaurant.

"Someone from our Supreme Sect advanced today, did you all see that? The tribulation lightning lasted for a long time."

"I counted, it's the Tribulation of the Three Nine Heavens, it seems like an advancement to the Cloud Soaring Realm!"

"Wow, when I came out and saw that glow, I thought it was at least a True Person of the Radiant Sun Realm."

"For an ordinary person, reaching the Cloud Ascension Realm in their lifetime is considered a significant achievement in cultivating inner alchemy. The subsequent refinement of spirit is also beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"That's true. Our Supreme Sect's Daoist masters are all geniuses, which has made Dingjiu City a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

"When you guys mentioned your Core Formation, it reminded me of the headline in the cultivation world a few days ago. Hey, did you guys see it?"

"Which one?"

"The eldest disciple of Elder Pei Qin of Guiyuan Sect was about to fail in his Core Formation Tribulation, but someone sacrificed himself to shield him, allowing him to survive and successfully form his Core."

Upon hearing this, Lin Du paused in his steps, and everyone on the stairs stopped in their tracks, all pricking up their ears and waiting intently for what would follow.

"Wow, this heavenly tribulation was originally only meant to affect one person. It's fine to use a magic weapon to block it, but if another person rushes in, wouldn't that be defying the Heavenly Dao? Wouldn't they be struck down twice as hard?"

"That's right. It's said that the female cultivator who rushed in to save people had her Golden Core shattered on the spot. Tsk tsk, what was the point? If you fail to form a Golden Core the first time, there's always next time, right? As long as you don't kill the person, there's still hope."

"They must be Daoist lovers. How could they bear to see their beloved suffer? It is said that the chief disciple was about to be struck dead by lightning when a white figure rushed into the lightning and threw himself on top of the chief disciple, blocking the remaining lightning for him."

Lin Du suddenly turned around and glanced thoughtfully at Xia Tianwu and Mo Lin.

Summer was still dressed in a dark embroidered white dress, but with a light blue fairy skirt underneath, as tender as a newly sprouted bud on a willow branch. The jade belt around her waist echoed the icy jade in her hair and the emerald glass necklace on her chest.

She remarked with a sigh, "Why is everyone dressed in white?"

Mo Lin: ?

"Junior Uncle, why are you looking at me like that? I'm not wearing white."

Lin Du turned back and said, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about Shao Fei."

Shao Fei is white, Xia Tianwu is white, and when it comes to Xia Tianwu's unfortunate white moonlight, she is still white.

There's only one moon, and its light shines everywhere; it's sold in bulk.

Mo Lin chuckled, "Junior Uncle, are you making fun of me?"

"They lack spiritual bones to ascend, so they set their sights on me. They don't dare to take them openly themselves, so they have to rely on that woman. All that talk about fate and destiny is giving me a headache."

"If you ask me, even if you can't ascend to heaven, you can still go to hell and become a ghost cultivator."

"It's made me unable to practice martial arts for a whole year, and my bones are aching from lying down these past few days."

"The pain in your bones isn't because you're lying down. Others might take a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but you've injured every bone in your body." Xia Tianwu was walking alongside him when he heard this complaint and turned to look at him.

"With your usual level of physical training, you're breaking bones three times a day now. Just shut up."

Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, then continued upstairs.

Yuan Ye seemed to be deep in thought. "Is this first disciple the one who made a promise to our junior uncle to compete nine years later? What's his name again?"

Yan Qing chimed in, "Wu Xi, the one whose soul was no match for the Yin spirits of Lanju Realm and was almost possessed, and whose neck was choked by her junior uncle and punched into a pig's head."

Upon hearing this, Xia Tianwu also remembered, "That pig's head with the broken nose?"

Lin Du nodded, suppressing a laugh, "Yes, that's it."

Mo Lin asked suspiciously, "Why does Junior Sister know this? How come I don't know?"

"Didn't you skip the Lanju Secret Realm?"

As the group entered the private room to order, Mo Lin ordered the dishes as usual. The others chatted amongst themselves while expertly distributing bowls and chopsticks and pouring tea into the teacups by their respective doors. The room was filled with a cacophony of voices.

"Wu Xi even said that our junior uncle couldn't form his core in nine years, but he still had to rely on someone to risk everything to save him so that he could successfully form his core. Tsk tsk tsk, it has to be our junior uncle."

Lin Du, who had been smiling and playing with the Floating Life Fan in his hand, only reacted when he heard Yuan Ye say this. "Don't gloat. He is him, and I am me. It's normal that he doesn't know about your junior uncle's talent."

"Speaking of which, who was it that shattered their golden core to shield him from the lightning tribulation?"