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

Lin Du's battle completely transformed her Tai Chi from a fitness exercise into something truly profound.

After enlightenment, the flow of internal energy also showed traces of the true flow of Yin and Yang in the universe.

Although it is simple, it has already taken shape.

Jiang Liang looked at the aura flowing around Lin Du, and a satisfied smile appeared on his handsome face. He had grown a beard, which made the smile seem particularly subtle, so that outsiders could not see any change.

He clearly had the appearance of a young man, yet he already possessed the demeanor of a hermit.

Lin Du stopped his attack, turned to look at Jiang Liang, and said with surprise, "Senior brother didn't hit me even once today."

During regular practice sessions, the whisk would inevitably come up in about half of the moves.

"What? You want a beating?" Jiang Liang glared at her, raised his whisk, but only lightly brushed away non-existent dust from Lin Du's shoulder.

Jiang Liang stroked his beard and coughed. "It's only slightly better than aerobics. I don't want to discourage you so late at night. I've seen it. Although your moves have some inner flow, they're still far from true perfection. You've only reached the first level. I'll teach you more tomorrow. Now, you, get up and go to sleep."

Lin Du scoffed in frustration, "I was hoping you would point out what I was doing wrong, Senior Brother. Remember to summarize one of my shortcomings for me tomorrow during the day, and I will practice in that direction."

"You still dare to assign tasks to your senior brother?" Jiang Liang's eyes widened.

Lin Du ran off in a flash and went back to sleep for two hours.

Wu Xi left overnight after obtaining the Ten Thousand Year Grass.

A few days later, the news gradually spread that Wu Xi had visited the Supreme Sect twice, seeking the long-lost Ten Thousand Year Grass. This Ten Thousand Year Grass was originally meant to help Lin, who was born with a deficiency, overcome the hundred-year hurdle. However, the man knelt for a whole day and finally gave him the last Ten Thousand Year Grass in the world.

Feng Chao entered the forbidden peach grove that night, but came out with a cold face, telling Lin Du not to go to the forbidden peach grove, otherwise it would be an eyesore.

It is said that after Hou Cang returned, he was taken by Lin Tuan to a formation called "Fang Fei Jin" in the peach forest. Peach petals were constantly floating in the formation, which looked very beautiful, but were actually sharp weapons that could hurt people.

And now Cang is kneeling there, kneeling for an hour every day, for a total of nine years, but only one year has passed.

Hou Cang's upper body was cut open by the peach blossoms, leaving it tattered, bloody, and mangled, a truly gruesome sight.

In short, this is not suitable for children.

Since Lin Tuan had been watching, Hou Cang had never left the forbidden area, so it couldn't have been him.

Lin Du thought about that scene and hissed, realizing that there seemed to be a similar scene in the original story.

When Hou Cang shirked his responsibilities and left the sect, allowing Feng Chao to take his place, he violated the sect rules and deserved to be punished.

Feng Chao finished speaking and patted Lin Du's head again, "In any case, leave this matter to us adults. It's not your place to think about it, you little kid."

Lin Du remained silent, standing there watching her expectantly.

Feng Chao sighed helplessly, "I have news for you!"

Only after hearing this did Lin Du take away the new calligraphy practice book that Feng Chao had given him.

Time flies in the mountains; several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Du changed his calligraphy practice book from neat regular script to semi-cursive script, and his handwriting also changed from neat, clumsy, twisted square characters to small characters that began to show their unique style.

The lowest-level Yellow-grade talisman book, a thick, brick-like volume, took Lin Du five years to finally master.

Lin Du came to hand in her homework as usual that day. Now her calligraphy homework had been changed to copying the Heart Sutra, but she noticed that Feng Chao had a rare look of worry between his brows.

"Senior Sister?" Lin Du walked to the incense burner with ease and refilled the incense that had already burned out.

Feng Chao looked up at Lin Du. She was dressed in a light blue robe with a lifelike eagle embroidered on the back. A silver brocade belt was tied around her waist, like a bamboo shoot that had grown tall and strong in the spring and finally turned into a sturdy and straight bamboo. A layer of grayish-white shadow covered her, and only when you touched it did you realize that it was frost.

"Lin Du... In the Central Plains Grand Competition three years from now, Mo Lin's spiritual bones are not suitable for the competition. Tian Wu is a medical cultivator, so the heavy responsibility will likely fall on your shoulders."

Lin Du laughed upon hearing this, "What? Senior Sister, you don't believe me? Am I not reliable?"

"Yan Qing is in seclusion to form his core, Yuan Ye and Jin Xuan are still a bit short of it, and you, now," Feng Chao paused, "have also grown up."

No, I've grown up. I'm almost twenty years old, and I've stopped growing taller.

A few years ago, Lin Du was still comparing her height with Yuan Ye, but now she has stopped growing, and Yuan Ye has grown an inch taller than her.

"I remember the Central Continent Grand Prix is ​​divided into team competitions and individual competitions. The team competition is based on the rankings of each sect, and there are five people in each team competition, right?"

Before Feng Chao could even explain the arrangements, Lin Du had already grasped Feng Chao's meaning: "Five disciples under the age of one hundred. Tian Wu is a medical cultivator and will still be under one hundred years old in three years. Tian Wu, Yan Qing, and I will be three at the Cloud Soaring Realm. Yuan Ye and Jin Xuan will also be at the Great Perfection of the Heart of the Qin Realm by then. Yuan Ye is smart, and Jin Xuan is lucky."

She grinned, "The five of us are invincible."

The Central Plains Grand Competition is held every hundred years. The Supreme Sect did not participate in the last one, supposedly because they had not yet recruited new disciples.

Before the new leeks have even sprouted, the Central Plains have already started to wither. At the rate that the Supreme Sect can cultivate leeks, it's definitely not enough.

The participants this year are all quite young, and the mentors didn't have high hopes for them. They just considered it a learning experience, and if they were lucky, they could bring back a reward.

After all, what truly determines the ranking of sects is the competition among cultivators over a hundred years old.

The Supreme Sect has never lost a single time.

A nation is strong when its youth are strong, but the Supreme Sect has already grown into a mighty tree. No matter how much trouble the youth cause, there will always be a canopy to shelter them from the wind and rain.

Feng Chao, annoyed by her shameless confidence, lost the worry between his brows and couldn't help but laugh, "What invincible nonsense?"

Lin Du's hands couldn't stop. After putting things back in their place, he also tidied up the things on Feng Chao's table. Who knew that he would see a crimson sect disciple order that had not yet been issued on the table.

Red represents a kill order.

But given Feng Chao's decisive and efficient nature, he would usually send it out immediately after finishing it.

She looked up and met Feng Chao's delicate brows, which were about to furrow again.

"Senior sister, who is it that makes you hesitate to kill them? Or are they simply too troublesome?"

Feng Chao sighed helplessly, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Even at this moment, she didn't forget to test Lin Du, "Come on, tell me, what is Article 49 of the clan rules?"

Lin Du did not answer immediately. She stared at Feng Chao for a moment, rubbed the calluses on her middle finger with her right hand, and then slowly spoke, "Article 49 of the Supreme Sect's rules states that if anyone deviates from the sect's precepts, violates the righteous path, or harms fellow disciples, we disciples shall personally cleanse the sect."

Feng Chao lowered her eyes, gave a soft "hmm," and then said, "Lin Du, the reason I'm worried is because Mo Lin isn't here. I'm afraid something might happen when you go to the Central Plains Grand Competition."

"Mo Lin must be over a hundred years old by now," Lin Du said bluntly.

Feng Chao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "What? That child is already over a hundred years old?"

Lin Du crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said nothing, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Feng Chao stared in shock at the person before her. "You've grown so fast, little brat. When we brought you back to our sect, you were still drinking milk."

Lin Du remained silent for a moment, then looked up and met Feng Chao's gaze directly. "The reason Senior Sister is worried about unforeseen changes is because that traitor was originally targeting us, right?"

"Mo Lin's spirit bone, my prematurely aging millennium grass, and perhaps even Tian Wu's strange fire in the future."

"So, who exactly is it?"

Feng Chao regretted it a little. It wasn't good that his junior sister was too smart. She only let out a little bit of information, but Lin Du was able to unravel the mystery and analyze it to find a very close truth.

"This person was your eighth senior brother, Wenfu. We all thought he was dead, but perhaps he is not."

Lin Du looked into Feng Chao's eyes, those usually bright phoenix eyes now filled with a deep sorrow.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't exasperation, it wasn't confusion; it was sorrow.

"We made a deal with Fusifang." Feng Chao paused. "Fusifang will ostensibly protect the privacy of its clients, but in reality, it will record every trace left by each person. My senior uncle Lin Tuan told me about this once."

"Although his appearance has changed drastically, I can still recognize that it is indeed him."

Those phoenix eyes blinked lightly, as quickly as the thin wings of a dragonfly skimming across a lake in summer.

Lin Du's voice rang out with unusual calm, "Perhaps it's not him anymore."

"Six hundred years ago, my eighth senior brother was among the first to go to the Lanju Realm. Over the years, major sects have been constantly investigating. Five years ago, the Flying Star Sect caught more than thirty ghosts, and now there are still eighty-nine of them whose whereabouts are unknown."

She no longer used human measure words to describe those ghosts.

"No, it's him." Feng Chao gave a bitter smile. "I wouldn't mistake him."

"I am the eldest sister, I would not mistake my child."

"His name is Wenfu, the 'Fu' in 'good fortune.' He said he is the eighth child in his family and will surely lead the sect to prosperity in the future."

Lin Du stood there, cleared his throat, and said, "Senior Sister, you didn't remember how old Mo Lin was just now?"

Feng Chao: ...

She suppressed her sadness and pointed outside the door, "Have you finished inspecting the farm tools and the grand formation for the sect and Dingjiu City this winter? If you have, go and draw the beast-repelling talismans that will be distributed free of charge to the villagers in the area."

Lin Du was heartbroken and drawled, "I understand..."

Why are they only taking advantage of her?

No, I have to get my junior apprentices involved too.