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

Lin Du is indeed a good student in some ways. Although he repeatedly crossed Yan Ye's bottom line, he is quick to understand, remembers things quickly, and grasps concepts easily, which makes him worry-free.

But no one is perfect, and Lin Du, who had terrible handwriting since childhood, still stumbled when it came to practicing calligraphy.

A barely perceptible sigh reached his ears, and Lin Du's hand holding the pen paused slightly. "I feel that this pen has its own thoughts."

Feng Yi held up a hastily written piece of paper. "This matter can't be rushed."

She had only seen the large characters that Lin Du had handed to Feng Chao. Although the strokes were stiff and the structure was strange, it was clear at a glance that they were written stroke by stroke without any distinction in weight, but they were still neat and pleasing to the eye.

When she casually flipped through Lin Du's draft notes on array formations, she understood why Feng Chao said Lin Du's handwriting had improved.

It's really...unbearable to look at.

It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's character, but Lin Du's handwriting is worlds apart from his personality.

Who would have thought that such a pretty little girl could write such characters? What a waste of those good hands.

Lin Du diligently practiced pen control, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, always managing to twist and turn, darting out in all directions.

Feng Yi wasn't in a hurry. She would adjust Lin Du's grip on the pen from time to time, and only let her go after she had finished the prescribed amount of practice.

"It's alright. Practicing calligraphy takes time. You didn't have any experience when you were little, and it's only been a few days. It's already very good that you can write like this." Feng Yi comforted the child, afraid that he would be discouraged.

Lin Du, looking dejected, stood up. "I think we need to change the order of our lessons from now on. We should start with academic subjects and then move on to martial arts. At least we should put calligraphy and talisman practice in the morning."

Feng Yi considered her own cultivation time and said, "Alright, then I'll wait for you in the library after you finish your breakfast."

Lin Du nodded, packed his things, and then dashed off like a wild horse.

"Thank you for your consideration, Senior Sister. I will be at the library by 7:15 AM. I'll be going now; Master is probably waiting for me to practice my boxing."

The scheduled time wasn't this late, but she spent some time practicing calligraphy today, which reduced her body-strengthening time. It seems she'll have to rearrange the schedule later.

Feng Yi watched Lin Du's figure rapidly drift away in the air from afar. The child seemed eager to practice boxing, which was much better than Yan Ye's.

Divine sense and eyesight are not exactly the same. Back then, Yan Ye couldn't learn talisman techniques well, so he simply gave up on himself and even lost his temper at one point.

Drawing talismans and setting up formations are different things. At least the formations have fixed rules of rigidity and intricacy. If you can calculate them accurately, you'll have a 90% chance of success. But drawing talismans is really a matter of specific skill.

Yan Ye was unwilling to waste his energy on his innate weaknesses, but Lin Du was not the type to give up easily just because of his poor innate conditions.

Everyone could see Lin Du's congenital deficiencies; she couldn't engage in strenuous exercise, but her footwork and physical skills required rigorous and diligent practice.

Feng Yi thought for a while and realized that Lin Du was much more obedient than Yan Ye.

Bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots.

Lin Du's physical abilities were insufficient to control over the overly forceful and swift fist techniques, and he also needed a certain amount of time to learn. So, in a world of ice and snow, the young cultivator dressed in a blue outfit stood obediently on the ice, practicing stance training.

"Before learning boxing, practice stances for three years first." Yan Ye corrected Lin Du's posture. "Once you've mastered the three lines, you'll have entered the gate."

"Lift your head slightly, relax your shoulders and elbows, tuck your chest and straighten your back, maintain an upright posture, calm your mind and relax your body..." The man tapped the child on the head. "Hey, don't daydream. I told you to relax, not to sleep!"

Lin Du opened his eyes and cried out, "Ouch!"

"Be serious." Yan Ye said helplessly, "If you want to practice internal martial arts, stance training is the most basic. I asked Jiang Liang, and Tai Chi is indeed more suitable for you. Once you've mastered stance training, go find him to practice with."

"He is a legitimate Tai Chi disciple, but his lineage is not suitable for passing on to his own students. You should learn from him."

Lin Du sighed, "It's not that I'm not serious, it's just that once I calm down, my mind can't stay still. I'm not daydreaming, I'm arranging the class schedule."

"What timetable?" Yan Ye asked, puzzled.

"I've made a plan. I'll wake up in the morning to cleanse my mind and practice standing meditation. After breakfast, I'll learn talisman techniques and calligraphy. Then I'll go to the mountaintop to practice footwork until lunchtime. After lunch, I'll study formations in the library and bring them over for your review. You can then teach me physical martial arts and boxing. After dinner, I'll read books and cultivate."

Yan Ye stood with his hands behind his back, listening to Lin Du's chatter as she clearly arranged things for him and his fellow senior brothers and sisters.

He looked at Lin Du with a complicated expression, "You are the first one who didn't need your master to make arrangements, but instead had your master made arrangements for you."

Lin Du is a rebellious disciple with a strong sense of self-management and the ability to manage upwards.

The child smiled, remaining motionless in his standing posture. "You flatter me. Would you like me to prepare the schedule and the petition?"

Yan Ye was stunned. He replied curtly, "No need," and turned to continue meditating.

"Don't laugh! Feeling discouraged? Practice for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Lin Du withdrew his white teeth and continued to stand in the air watermelon stance, his shoulders, arms and legs aching terribly and shaking like he had Parkinson's, but he still had to keep his posture straight.

This person is definitely seeking revenge intentionally.

A new day dawned, and Yan Ye was still in meditation when he heard a thud. Before he could react, the thick ice beneath him vanished into thin air.

Yan Ye remained suspended in mid-air, still in a meditative posture, his eyes still closed. "Lin Du, are you a little out of sorts today? You're coming out before we even reach Jing Tan."

Lin Du, underwater, rolled his eyes, exhaled a string of bubbles, and with a kick of his legs, darted several feet upstream against the current.

Sooner or later, we'll have to wash Yan Ye's brain in Luo Ze too.

As the days grew longer, Lin Du's standing meditation time increased from barely being able to hold it for a quarter of an hour at the beginning to being able to stand easily for half an hour, with his whole body feeling focused and his blood flowing smoothly. Once his three points were in place, he could proceed to the next step of strengthening.

The so-called three-line connection means taking the waist as the point, connecting the diagonal lines, stretching the bow in the solid part and pulling the string in the virtual part; taking the spine as the axis, responding to one call and twisting in alignment, self-disciplined rolling and stretching.

Not only were all the muscles and movements of his body integrated, but his spiritual consciousness was also trained. After gaining Yan Ye's approval, he was handed over to Jiang Liang.

Although Jiang Liang was a physician and cultivator skilled in alchemy, he was not a weakling.

It seemed that he had become familiar with Lin Du, and he wasn't too nervous when teaching her.

Lin Du was constrained in his calligraphy, and he was also forced to restrain himself when practicing boxing.

"The Yi Jing states that from the Taiji (the Supreme Ultimate) comes the Yin and Yang (the Two Forms)," emphasizing the application of energy as smoothly as drawing silk and the movement of a cat. It states that in every movement, nothing is still, and in every stillness, nothing is not still, seeking stillness within movement.

Jiang Liang, holding a whisk, occasionally tried to block Lin Du's forceful movements. "Control yourself. Be relaxed, gentle, smooth, and fluid. Use your intention, not your strength. You're like a baboon smashing a rock."

Lin Du froze, feeling deflated. "I don't think I'm suited for such gentle techniques. I don't know how to control myself."

If her health allowed, she would prefer a more brutal and forceful style of martial arts, where punches land squarely.

He had the heart of Lu Zhishen, but his body was even weaker than Lin Daiyu's.

In despair, Lin Du replaced the mantra with one taught by his childhood gym teacher: "A big watermelon, cut in half, one half for you, one half for him..."

The whisk landed squarely on her head. Jiang Liang, unusually, spoke, "You're not unsuitable. Ice may be hard, but it is ultimately water."

"Water overcomes the hard with its gentleness and contends without contention. You are strong-willed, but too strong and easily broken, like ice that can be destroyed. Yet you are also meticulous and comprehensive, understanding how to achieve great things with small means. The virtue of water is close to the Tao. Lin Du, you are a born Taoist."

"Tai Chi is not just a physical art, but also a mental discipline and a philosophy. It teaches you to avoid extremes, temper rigidity, strengthen your inner spirit, and outwardly appear at ease."

Jiang Liang pushed with his whisk, which didn't seem to have much force. It landed lightly in Lin Du's hand and strangely moved her with a gentle and restrained force.

Lin Du calmed down and continued practicing.

Suddenly, a sound transmission talisman landed in front of Jiang Liang, and after it was ignited, Feng Chao's voice came through.

"Fifth Brother, a guest from the Guiyuan Sect is requesting an audience. Will you see him?"

Lin Du paused in his steps, as the whisk suddenly struck the leg that was supposed to be extended.

Jiang Liang remained unfazed. "I'm not going. I need to teach my junior sister martial arts; I can't leave."

Lin Du couldn't help but think to herself, "Oh no, I'm the scapegoat this time."