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

Dingjiu City is the largest city in northern Zhongzhou.

Mo Lin led them down from the mountain gate of the Supreme Sect, through the maze of clouds surrounding the mountain's protective array, to a dense forest. In the blink of an eye, they shifted their forms, the dense forest behind them disappeared, and they arrived at the largest street in the city.

The wide, square stone-paved road leads to the Jun Ding Mansion and the post station courtyards where distinguished guests and disciples of the Supreme Sect could stay temporarily. The courtyard walls are extremely high, gray and solemn, and very strict.

Further on, you'll gradually see some of the Supreme Sect's own specialty products and shops.

As Mo Lin introduced the children to the area, the guards all bowed and greeted him respectfully, and some even came out to say hello.

"Uncle-Master, are you bringing the new disciples out for some fun?"

"Yes." Mo Lin returned the greeting while turning to explain to them, "You are direct disciples of the Supreme Sect. If the people in Jun Ding Prefecture are high-ranking, they will call you 'Uncle-Master,' while ordinary workers will probably call you 'Little Master.' Don't be alarmed, just respond accordingly."

In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, and the new disciples of the Supreme Sect will surely become heroes in the future. The word "Supreme" represents power.

Mo Lin led the group to the more bustling and relaxed East Market. The wide bluestone road was still there, but the street had undergone a remarkable transformation. It was bustling with people and vehicles, and the streets were interconnected and dazzling. Shops lined the street, with blue plaques and gold signs, carved windows and painted beams.

Nothing in the world is more prosperous than this.

Lin Du looked up and saw a flock of kites in the distance, their colors vibrant and varied, flying in the azure sky, creating a picturesque scene.

"How is it? Dingjiu City is a good place, isn't it?" Mo Lin saw the group of children like birds released from their cages, their eyes sparkling with excitement, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's a good place."

It couldn't be better.

"That's the largest clothing store in Dingjiu City. Shall we go in and take a look?"

Ni Jinxuan was the first to respond to her senior brother's call, "Let's go!"

As soon as they entered the clothing store, Ni Jinxuan's eyes lit up. She pulled Lin Du straight to one of the rows of clothes and said, "Junior Uncle, this one looks good. It feels so suitable for you."

"Junior Uncle, take a look at this?"

Lin Du was like a Shiba Inu being dragged around, forced to try on several outfits under Mo Lin's deliberate indulgence.

"I forgot to tell you, disciples of our Supreme Sect can get discounts at all the shops in the city. They can also put it on their tab and deduct it from their rent payments. You can just give it to the sect leader or me later."

"Furthermore, all direct disciples receive a subsidy of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones for their annual spending in the city, which is one of the annual allowances given to you by the sect. Junior Uncle, you don't need to worry about not having money."

Mo Lin's smile was sincere, and Lin Du felt a warmth in his heart.

"You don't need to take such good care of me. I actually have a little money."

Mo Lin chuckled, then, remembering to protect his junior uncle's pride, said softly, "There are still many places to spend money, junior uncle, you can keep it for yourself."

Lin Du looked at the complicated dress and felt a headache coming on because he didn't even know how to put it on. Fortunately, he noticed that some female cultivators along the way wore crane-feather robes and only used crowns instead of elaborate hair buns. The cultivation world is open-minded and doesn't pay much attention to how you dress.

Even if someone's clothes and accessories are extravagant, if they are lost in the crowd, they will only receive a compliment from someone who says they look bright and stylish.

Lin Du really liked this kind of world where everyone could be themselves, just like the first-tier cities in his previous life.

A world where clothes and attire are not defined.

She picked out a few clothes, tried them on, and then came out to indicate that they were ready to be packed up.

Ni Jinxuan and Mo Lin looked at the pile of clothes with mixed feelings. They were black, gray, pale, and blue, but there wasn't a single bright color. Even her master, who was thousands of years old, was dressed more brightly than her.

"Junior Uncle... you're actually only thirteen years old this year."

Lin Du lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two of them. "Just look at my sickly face. Even someone who's been dead for three days isn't as fair-skinned as me. If I wear red, I don't even need to let my hair down; people will think I'm a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the waiter who was packing the food laughed. He looked up and examined the food carefully before speaking up, "The young chef's temperament matches the light color, making him look as delicate as a snowman."

After buying clothes, Ni Jinxuan bought a hair ornament. Seeing Lin Du lingering, she was about to ask her something when Lin Du turned to her with a smile and said, "Jinxuan, I don't recognize any of these. Why don't you teach me what they're for?"

Her frank and open attitude made the few people who had previously hesitated to speak feel ashamed.

They all knew that Lin Du had grown up without parents and was raised by the charity of many families. He was lucky enough to be selected for the sect's grand election once every ten years in Zhongzhou. When he entered the sect, he was only wearing a green robe and had nothing in his sleeves. He probably had never seen these things before.

To everyone's surprise, her frankness in asking for advice made Mo Lin, who had previously been afraid to offer his advice in case it might hurt her, feel somewhat moved.

Ni Jinxuan immediately smiled, "I'll teach you. Here, hairpins, hair ornaments, combs..."

She picked up a pink butterfly-shaped gold hairpin and held it up in front of Lin Du, finding it hard to imagine what her junior uncle would look like dressed up like that.

"Little Master likes this?" Lin Du leaned back slightly, avoiding the damn pink flesh, and held the other person's wrist, gesturing to her head. "Since you like it, waiter, please wrap it up and put it on my tab."

As she spoke, she handed the disciple tokens that the sect leader would personally give them a few days after they entered the sect to the waiter, her eyes lowered and a smile on her face.

The Supreme Sect disciples use incorruptible purple-gold as the base, engraved with arrays that lock aura and bloodline to ensure that it cannot be impersonated by others. One side is the Supreme Sect's emblem, and the other side is the disciple's seniority and name. It also incorporates an engraving technique that others cannot imitate. No one in the Central Plains does not respect this token.

The waiter took the token, turned it over to the side with the name on it, and was immediately taken aback.

The characters above, written in bold, vigorous strokes, clearly read, "Lin Du, the ninety-ninth generation disciple."

Even the usually slick waiter, who always wore a smile, couldn't help but look up at the skinny young man in front of him. She lazily glanced over, slightly raising one eyebrow, as if asking what was wrong.

The waiter knew that the Supreme Sect had reached its 100th generation of disciples, but he did not expect that this little disciple, who was only at the Great Perfection of the Phoenix Beginning Realm, was actually of the same generation as the current sect leader. His smile became even more genuine.

Ni Jinxuan originally wanted to stop them, but it was too late. She twisted her hands, wondering whether she should give a return gift.

Lin Du saw through her thoughts at a glance and smiled, "You taught me this today, so you can be considered my half-master. In the future, I can ask you about these things. Consider this hairpin as a gift for becoming my apprentice. Don't overthink it."

"Junior Uncle, you don't need to be so nice to me. We are fellow disciples and should help each other." Ni Jinxuan looked at the person in front of her with her big, bright eyes.

Lin Du chuckled, "You need to know that whether someone treats you well or not isn't determined by a small hairpin, but by what they do for you in the long run."

In the original story, the Demon Lord casually gave Ni Jinxuan a golden hairpin, which made her feel insecure and think that the Demon Lord was bullying her because he liked her.

Educating children naturally requires a subtle and gradual approach.

Lin Du sighed deeply in her heart; the road to motherhood was long and arduous.