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

Lin Du began his busy yet diligent daily cultivation routine.

It wasn't until Yan Ye carried her to that peak that she suddenly realized, "Why here?"

"Although I don't know why you found this mountain peak that I used to practice my footwork, since you found it first and even jumped down, it means you quite like this place."

Yan Ye clasped his hands together, looking calmly at the child in front of him who had somehow grown taller again. "Come on, I'll teach you."

This solitary peak is not only tall, but also exceptionally rugged and precipitous, resembling a knife peak made up of countless stone blades of varying widths.

Lin Du stood at the foot of the mountain, staring directly at Yan Ye. "You're not getting revenge on me, are you?"

"How could that be?" Yan Ye smiled. "That's how your master learned it back then. Do you remember the name of your footwork style?"

Lin Du mechanically uttered three words: "Reaching the summit."

"That's right." Yan Ye laughed even more heartily. "Don't you like jumping off cliffs? I'll show you later that jumping off cliffs isn't a pleasant experience. You'll practice your footwork on this peak until you fall down."

Lin Du understood. "You're deliberately seeking revenge."

Despite saying that, she had already activated the incantation and spiritual power, and climbed onto a craggy rock standing atop the solitary peak, following the method of exerting force described in the book.

Whether these rocks are the work of nature or man-made, their width is limited. If one's footwork is not precise, one will surely miss a step. This footwork emphasizes lightness and speed, and is so unpredictable that it is difficult to follow.

Before he was even halfway up the mountain, Lin Du lost his footing and fell, experiencing another weightless descent.

She used her spiritual power in mid-air to slow her free fall, managing to stabilize herself just five or six feet from the ground before obediently flying back to the ground.

After Yan Ye finished pointing out why Lin Du's step was wrong and pointing out her shortcomings, he smiled and pointed to the peak, "Climb, climb to the peak and your footwork lesson for today will be over."

This peak was at least several hundred feet high. Lin Du took a deep breath, calmed his wildly beating heart, gathered his spiritual energy, moved his ankles and other joints, and continued upwards.

Yan Ye didn't actually expect Lin Du to reach the top on the first day. Every time the child fell, he tensed up. Although he hadn't used his divine sense since her outburst yesterday, the feeling of weightlessness and despair still gripped his heart every time.

"The seventh time," Yan Ye said. "You've fallen seven times already. Will you jump again?"

Lin Du licked his lips, which were dry from the wind and exercise, his eyes revealing undisguised excitement. "Still jumping."

Yan Ye choked, pointed to the summit, and said, "We didn't even make it halfway up the mountain."

Lin Du jumped up again, each time faster, higher, and more skillful than the last, but each time he fell harder, and Yan Ye was terrified each time.

The little rascal was jumping around excitedly, while he was on tenterhooks, as if he were torturing himself.

Each surge of adrenaline made Lin Du extremely excited, his mind exceptionally sharp and clear, and his impression of the footwork deepened.

This solitary peak offers a panoramic view of the Supreme Sect's forbidden area and the back mountain. Yan Qing always stands in the same spot, wielding his sword every day. Today, his gaze fell upon a bird darting up and down the peak. Lost in thought, he turned to Yuan Ye and asked, "What kind of bird is fluttering back and forth halfway up the mountain?"

Yuan Ye, who was practicing his arm strength by holding up the stone cauldron on the other side (which was symmetrical to Yuan Ye's), looked over when he heard this. "You don't know, and I don't know either. Judging from the color, it looks like a bluebird, or maybe... a wolf?"

"What kind of wolf can leap around on a mountain?"

"...Which jackal or tiger in the cultivation world can't leap across rooftops and scale walls?" Yuan Ye lifted the stone cauldron again, panting heavily. "If all else fails, we'll go and knock it down in a bit, and Junior Uncle can have some extra food in the kitchen."

Lin Du, who was being targeted, had finally reached the mountainside. She didn't stop, nor did she dare to.

Like rowing against the current, if you don't move forward, you fall behind; the same applies to cultivation.

If her rhythm is disrupted, she can forget about climbing this solitary peak today.

Lin Du could feel her muscles reaching their limit, and she could vaguely feel them twitching, but she didn't want to stop.

Yan Ye had already noticed the slight change in Lin Du's movements. He had calculated that Lin Du's stamina was insufficient to reach the top. He expressionlessly teleported behind Lin Du and said, "Alright, that's enough for today. Get down."

Lin Du's calves were cramping a bit, but he didn't stop. "Higher."

Yan Ye gritted his teeth. "I was just kidding. I didn't tell you to go all the way to the top. Come down."

"Higher," Lin Du repeated, his feet moving without stopping. He was so fast that Yan Ye couldn't grab him by the collar.

"Even if you were taller, you still wouldn't be able to get there. Why do you have to be that tall? You still have physical training today, so don't use up all your energy."

"I want to compete with the heavens." Lin Du began to ramble on.

Yan Ye remained silent. "Don't be so ridiculous, you little brat."

The cramps in her calves became more and more severe, and Lin Du finally stopped. She could have stood up, but instead she lay back down.

Yan Ye panicked for a moment and was about to grab Lin Du when he noticed that the little brat was laughing particularly wickedly. Then, he slowly slowed down and finally landed on the ground.

"A higher point is good; it increases the buffer time upon landing."

Lin Du leaned against the rocks, rubbed his calves, and after a while, popped a pill into his mouth.

Yan Ye was quite frightened by this little rascal.

He knew Lin Du was crazy, but he didn't know Lin Du was this crazy.

The tall man landed in front of the child and delivered several sharp taps to the head. "You! Are you really crazy! Aren't you afraid of death! Can't you! Calm down!"

The beating was surprisingly rhythmic. Lin Du, clutching his head, ran around frantically, shouting, "I still have to go to the dining hall to cook!"

Yan Ye stopped what he was doing, his face stern. "After you finish eating, go and finish calculating one of the basic formations and set it up. Then do the homework that Feng Chao and Feng Yi gave you, and then come find me to practice body tempering techniques."

Lin Du rubbed his reddened head and drawled, "I know."

As expected, older people can't handle stress.

Although Lin Du's calligraphy was already quite good, he still lacked control over the brush when it came to drawing talismans.

Feng Yi was not discouraged. Practicing calligraphy is not something that can be accomplished in a day, let alone drawing talismans.

But Lin Du's condition today was really strange. She looked at the earthworms on it and then glanced suspiciously at Lin Du's hands.

"With normal hand muscles and such good looks, how could she draw such ugly things?"

Lin Du looked at Feng Yi innocently, "My master made me rock climb today, and my hands are shaking from exhaustion."

As soon as she looked up, Feng Yi noticed the bruise on Lin Du's forehead. "Did you fall?"

Lin Du reached out and touched it before realizing what Feng Yi was talking about. "No, Master abused me."

Feng Yi: ? What the heck?

She pondered for a moment, "You're so smart and well-behaved, why did he still hit you? Why?"

"He probably got angry because I didn't meet his requirements." Lin Du always pinned the blame on me.

Feng Yi frowned slightly. "Back then, his talisman-drawing skills were even worse than your scribbles. He even boasted that he could live well without talismans. How could he have the nerve to blame you?"

Lin Du chuckled, "A strict teacher produces outstanding students. I am an outstanding student, so my teacher is strict with me."

Feng Yi remained silent. At first glance, it seemed to make no mistake, but wasn't cause and effect reversed?

"Actually, Master has recently intensified my body training, and I'm expending a lot of energy, so I can't control the pen well." Lin Du finished his frivolous remarks and tried to salvage Yan Ye's image.

Feng Yi pondered for a moment, "Your pen control is indeed a big problem. Senior Sister only told you to practice large characters, but she didn't teach you about stroke lines and pen control, did she?"

She spread out a new sheet of Xuan paper. "Come, let me teach you how to control the brush from the beginning."