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

"By the way, I'm going down the mountain in a while. If the elders are unreliable, Junior Uncle, please bear with me and don't let my second junior sister go into the kitchen."

Mo Lin's words expressed the tragic grandeur of Baidi City entrusting its orphan to another.

The junior uncle, who had been entrusted with the care of the orphan, innocently put down his chopsticks, glanced at the three children opposite him, pointed to himself, and said, "Me, Thirteen."

Then he stretched out his slender hand, palm up, and as if introducing them, he stroked it across the three people sitting in a row opposite him, "Jinxuan is fifteen, Yuanye is sixteen, and Yanqing is seventeen."

The three of them stopped eating at the same time and looked up innocently at the two "elders" opposite them.

Lin Du took a deep breath, his right hand outstretched in the air, frozen in time, like a black guy spreading his hands.jpg.

Faced with his junior uncle's clear and sincere gaze, Mo Lin put down the chicken leg in his hand, his own gaze equally firm.

"Although you are young, you are our junior uncle according to seniority. It's just that the child is too young to cook, and the elders are busy with spring planting and gathering cultivation resources. Everyone is eager to ascend and doesn't want to take care of the child. But can you bear to see the seedlings of our Supreme Sect go hungry?"

"Is our Supreme Sect so short of money? Can't we hire a cook?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lin's eyes instantly turned weary. "You must know that behind every rule in the sect lies a tragic and untold story."

"In the past, the chefs who were hired by our sect were bribed by other sects. Although they dared not harm people, they secretly drugged us the day before we went out to train. On the surface, nothing seemed wrong, but as soon as they used their spiritual power, the disciples would fart incessantly."

Lin Du looked at the unfinished meal in front of him; the tragic story sounded rather unpleasant.

What's the difference between this kind of unfair competition and sticking nails into each other's shared bicycle seats?

Do you cultivators resort to such low-class tricks?

"It was truly tragic; it was heartbreaking to hear and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it."

After hearing this, Lin Du lost his appetite and only ate one bowl of rice before stopping.

"Don't worry, it's just cooking, I can do it."

Some centenarians sit by the glacier fishing every day with nothing to do, while some thirteen-year-olds are already mothers of three children.

She wouldn't say who it was.

"Speaking of going down the mountain, you new disciples haven't seen what Dingjiu City, a subordinate city of our Supreme Sect, looks like yet, have you? I'll take you down the mountain to see it another day."

Although the Supreme Sect is mostly self-sufficient and appears to be so poor that they toil in the soil every day, the entire Dingjiu City is actually the territory of the Supreme Sect. The rent paid by the shops and the toll fees paid by travelers are all revenues with no cost.

The security of the nine cities was maintained by Jun Ding Prefecture, a subordinate of the Supreme Sect. Everyone in the prefecture, from top to bottom, could be considered a disciple of the Supreme Sect. Talent was not valued; only ability mattered. The prefecture was full of talented people and focused on practical business.

Lin Du's heart skipped a beat.

One of the plans seems to be feasible now.

Yan Ye restrained her from reaching the Foundation Establishment stage too quickly. These days, she often read books, took notes, and memorized texts, giving her a lot of room to maneuver and free time.

On this day, the weather was fine and sunny, all things were reviving, and it was the season when people's hearts were stirring with spring fever, a time when it was appropriate to open a book.

Lin Du rolled up his sleeves, picked up a brush, and wrote furiously, putting down a large title: "After being forcibly taken by a beauty picked up on the roadside."

Great, very attention-grabbing. This guy's a master of pushing the boundaries, it's bound to go viral.

After working tirelessly for three days, Lin Du looked at the thick book in front of him and smiled slightly. "As expected of me, the human word machine! Thirty thousand words in three days, who else can do that!"

Today was the day Mo Lin led his new disciples down the mountain into the city. She rubbed her red eyes, lifted her foot and walked out of her cave.

Yan Ye saw Lin Du coming towards him and was startled by the dark circles under the child's eyes. "Have you been thieving these past few nights? You look more and more like a ghost every day."

Lin Du lazily uttered, "Oh yeah, went to cheat on someone, so what?"

Yan Ye scoffed, "The Supreme Sect only has a handful of people not in seclusion, who are you trying to steal from?"

"I told you not to read those messy records of cultivation world anecdotes and legends. If you really want to read heroic stories, just sit down at the sect gate and ask the masters there. They all know more than those lousy books."

Lin Du's eyelids twitched. She hadn't expected that Yan Ye knew that she had gone to the sect's library to read those records of various famous anecdotes (romantic tales) in the cultivation world.

"You're going down the mountain to the city today, right? Take some money and buy some nice clothes and shoes. You're still growing, so remember to buy a few sizes larger too."

As he spoke, he took out a storage bag that he had prepared beforehand. "Didn't I give you a storage ring before? There wasn't much money in it, just a box of spirit crystals. This one is full of spirit stones."

Lin Du knew long ago that in the cultivation world, apart from barter, the main currency in circulation was spirit stones. Because of a natural coincidence, a natural array that imprisoned spiritual energy was formed, which resulted in spirit stone mines. Each stone was cut according to the spiritual energy it contained. Most spirit stones were born at different ages, and the amount of imprisoned spiritual energy they absorbed was also different.

The older the spirit ore, the more spiritual energy it contains. This leads to the classification of spirit stones into three grades: superior, middle, and inferior, with a hundred years as the dividing line.

After being mined and repaired by advanced array masters, and then sealed for hundreds of years, the mine can be revived, making it virtually inexhaustible.

Spirit crystals, having been buried deep underground for thousands of years due to tectonic movements, are exceptionally rich in spiritual energy; one spirit crystal is equivalent to a thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Lin Du glanced at the bag of spirit stones and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She knew her master was rich, but she didn't know he was this rich.

"Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones? Master, you're that rich?"

Yan Ye couldn't stand her naive and unsophisticated manner. "I'm an array master. We need me for crafting and building. My appearance fee is very high. Back in the day, I was listed at 500,000 high-grade spirit stones in the Array Master Alliance."

"I know, I know, I know you have 500,000." Lin Du stroked his chin, finding the term a bit strange.

When she stepped onto the leaves and arrived at the sect gate, a group of excited children had already gathered and were surrounding their senior brother, asking him all sorts of questions.

Ni Jinxuan was the first to spot Lin Du approaching, and she started waving from afar, calling out, "Junior Uncle!"

The newcomer, dressed in green, stood on a flying magical artifact shaped like a jade leaf. His jet-black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and wisps of hair floated in the air, shimmering with a faint golden light in the sunlight.

He had an exceptionally refined and handsome face, and his pale skin appeared hazy like rice paper in the sunlight. There were dark circles under his eyes, and when he looked up at people, he had a cold and fierce look, but he quickly smiled casually, and when he opened his mouth, he was even more nonchalant.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I've been staying up late reading storybooks lately. Today, the meal is on me, Young Master Lin."