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

The young man sat upright in the dining hall, never expecting that what Feng Chao meant by a simple meal would actually be a simple meal.

A large group of people poured out of the kitchen, each carrying a large basin, steaming and carrying the unique smell of cooking oil. However, their appearance and demeanor made them look nothing like proper cooks.

Are all the people in the Supreme Sect really this primitive? They even have their precious personal disciples serving dishes?

But Wu Xi soon realized that she had been too hasty. Her personal disciple not only served dishes, but also cooked the food herself.

The group ignored Wu Xi at first, chattering as they set out several large bowls of dishes, and then brought out a large bowl of steamed buns and a large bowl of rice.

Lin Du put down the bowl of braised pork belly that was glistening with a crystal-clear luster, slowly wiped his hands, and looked up at the young man who was watching quietly. "Isn't this Daoist Wu Xi? The sect leader didn't even tell me, otherwise I would have slaughtered a goose today. This is just a simple meal, please excuse my poor appearance."

Wu Xi raised her hand in a Taoist salute, "Young Taoist Master Lin..."

Lin Du simply tilted his head, and Ni Jinxuan, dressed in a light pink, narrow-sleeved robe, came up from behind him with a bowl and chopsticks. "Fellow Daoist Wu Xi, Junior Martial Aunt and my master are of the same generation. You can call her Junior Martial Aunt, just like I do."

Wu Xi glanced at Lin Du, her aura subdued and gentle, carrying the faint smell of cooking oil from the kitchen. She forced a smile and said, "Uncle Lin, I've heard that you successfully formed your core a while ago, but I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet."

Lin Du nodded slightly, "It's just a natural thing, there's nothing to congratulate."

It's like the top student in class saying, "Isn't getting first place expected? What's there to congratulate? There's no room for improvement."

Wu Xi needed someone's help and dared not act rashly in the Supreme Sect. Upon hearing this, he simply smiled and said, "You are exceptionally talented. I apologize for bothering you today."

Yuan Ye chuckled and handed the bowl and chopsticks to Wu Xi. "Our junior uncle's cooking is so good that all the fellow disciples say it's delicious. Since you're here, make yourself at home and order whatever you like. We just didn't know you were coming today, so we didn't make any for you. If you're still hungry, we'll go steam some more buns."

The Supreme Sect makes hundreds of steamed buns at a time, stores them in an ice cellar, and takes them out as needed, which can last for about seven or eight days.

Wu Xi looked at the row of basins in front of him, each as big as a pot, and fell into doubt. He thought that each person would take as much as they wanted to eat, but he didn't expect that they would be brought directly to the table.

Each of these dishes contains more food than the daily meals prepared by the servants of each peak in the Guiyuan Sect. The Wushang Sect only has seven or eight direct disciples who need to eat, while each of their peaks has at least dozens of people. How could they not have enough to eat?

They were probably deliberately trying to dislike him.

Wu Xi quickly realized what was going on and secretly regretted it. Skipping a meal and using the Bigu Pill was one thing, but why did she have to follow the sect leader's arrangement to come to their dining hall? Originally, she wanted to have a meal together to at least find out about the situation within the sect. Now it seemed that this meal was either a trap or a show of force.

A chosen one who cooks for himself? Wu Xi chuckled inwardly, unable to understand why the people of the Supreme Sect had such a strange style.

But clearly, these six people didn't stand on ceremony with him. The six of them sat facing each other, leaving him all alone. There weren't many people opposite him; it was a long table where people were serving rice, taking steamed buns, and taking medicine.

Lin Du frowned and gulped down a bowl of medicinal soup. Several pieces of the best pork belly were already placed on top of the rice in the iron basin. The bright red broth soaked through the plump and glistening spiritual rice. The sweet and salty braising sauce mixed with the rice was enough to suppress the taste of the medicine.

She hurriedly stuffed a piece of stewed pork belly into her mouth, which was now tender and mushy, and ate a few mouthfuls of rice before she could suppress the taste of the medicine. She turned to Xia Tianwu and complained, "It's bitter. Even the braised pork isn't sweet anymore."

Summer remained expressionless, playing along, saying, "You say this every day, that your health is so poor, and that if you don't take your medicine every day, your health will deteriorate further. The choice is yours."

Lin Du sighed mournfully, "The May snow is blooming so beautifully, I'd rather wait until the flowers wither before I die."

Recently, since she started practicing martial arts, the medicine she drinks every day has become stronger, brewed to be thick, bitter, and sour, with a murky taste that makes her limbs curl up.

Lin Du's body had already improved a lot compared to before, but she started body training in preparation for the upcoming Central Plains Grand Competition. Even though Tai Chi was good for her chronic illness, it couldn't keep up with Lin Du's hard work. The tonics she drank seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit, and she could only barely maintain her current state.

But she probably wouldn't die. If it weren't for the 500,000 high-grade spirit stones that Lin Du had swindled back, the daily expenses for medicine that she and Mo Lin spent would have consumed two or three-tenths of the huge internal treasury.

Although Wu Xi was not knowledgeable in pharmacology, she could still sense that the spiritual essence in the medicines of Mo Lin and Lin Du was extremely profound.

It seems the rumors are true; these two people were really harmed by that scoundrel from the Flying Star Sect.

Lin Du's Core Formation was likely a forced attempt to prolong his life; it's uncertain whether he'll live to be a thousand years old. As for Mo Lin, the eldest disciple who opened the sect, he'll probably fade into obscurity like his fellow disciples.

There are not many people in the Supreme Sect.

"Brother Wu, eat, eat, don't be shy," Yan Qing greeted with a smile, then precisely picked up the last chicken leg.

Lingzhi was killed by head count every day, one per person at noon and one per night, and no more.

Yan Qing and Yuan Ye sat down next to him, served him a bowl of rice, and moved a bowl of vegetables closer to him. "Eat more, eat more."

Whenever Lin Du cooks, there will always be a bowl of pure vegetables on the table, green and simply stir-fried.

Wu Xi: ...

He politely picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, then unexpectedly lowered his eyes.

The dish was still smoky when it was served, and he assumed that the people from the Supreme Sect were really not picky. But after eating it, he realized that the dish was so full of spiritual energy that even the dishes from high-end spiritual restaurants outside might not have such pure spiritual energy.

After picking up another piece of meat, Wu Xi was even more surprised, "You... use spirit beasts at the Core Formation stage to cook?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Yuan Ye spotted a tiger-skin egg and snatched it away quickly. "There's nothing I can do. These piglets are growing too slowly. By the time they reach the Core Formation Realm, they'll be killed and eaten."

Wu Xi glanced at the three people who hadn't yet formed their cores. "A first-stage Core Formation Realm demon beast is equivalent to a human cultivator's Cloud Ascension Realm, right? You... are you alright after eating it?"

The three people looked at him innocently, their chopsticks still in their hands. "You can't eat this? This is already the lowest grade of beast meat in our sect."

Wu Xi: ...That makes sense. You eat so much meat that's higher level than yourselves. Won't you explode and die? Besides, if you eat like this every meal, how much money would that cost?

Master said that the Supreme Sect is poor because these people have eaten it out of poverty, right?

But he quickly realized that there were seven people at the table, and all seven of them had been on the Qingyun Ranking.

The Ranking of Talents is based solely on innate ability, and individuals are automatically removed from the list after reaching the age of one hundred.

Those three people who hadn't yet reached the Core Formation stage were ranked much higher than when he was on the list.

Why would the Supreme Sect accept ordinary people?

Even though he already knew that the Supreme Sect was full of geniuses, he was still so shocked by the differences that his mind couldn't process it.

After Wu Xi finished thinking with her head down, she looked up and was surprised once again.

Apart from the green vegetables, most of the vegetables were gone, leaving only some broth and meat scraps. Everyone was holding a bowl of rice and frantically pouring broth over it.

Wu Xi: ...Aren't you afraid of exploding and dying from eating so much and so fast?

But it was clear that the people of the Supreme Sect were very energetic, even arguing about who should get the last bit of soup.

"The broth with steamed buns is so delicious, it'll make you want to bite your tongue." Yuan Ye patted his belly and looked at the stiff Wu Xi. "Brother Wu, why don't you try it?"

Looking at the thick, glossy braised broth, Wu Xi hesitated for a moment before accepting the piece of steamed bun that Yuan Ye had reluctantly given her.

With one bite, the rich, sweet and salty juice envelops the mellow aroma of wheat.

That wicked, wealthy sect! They even use spiritual spring water for cooking!