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

Lin Du said she was going to the bookstore, and while everyone else was inside and blocked by the bookshelves, she walked up to the shopkeeper's counter and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you sell storybooks?"

The shopkeeper, dressed in a flowing, ink-wash style robe, leaned back in a bamboo chair, a book in one hand, his eyes half-closed. Hearing this, he lazily replied, "A storybook? What kind of storybook?"

Lin Du handed over his hard work.

The person on the bamboo chair lifted his eyelids and read out, word by word, "After being...forced upon by a beauty picked up by the roadside?"

His previously sleepy eyes widened instantly as he stared in disbelief at the child who looked to be no more than a teenager. "You wrote this?"

Lin Du waved his hand, pretending to be serious, and said, "How could that be? It's just running an errand for my master. As his disciple, it's only natural for me to fulfill my master's dream."

"Do you think this book can be printed? My master is so old and this is his only hobby. Even if I have to pay for it myself, I can't let him leave with regrets."

Yan Ye, who had been unwittingly framed by his own disciple, suddenly sneezed and wondered how a cultivator at the Taiqing Realm could possibly catch a cold.

The shopkeeper was deeply moved, "You are truly a filial son."

Lin Du nodded. "Who else but me is the most filial son in the world?"

The man looked down and turned to the first page, where he saw crooked, scrawled handwriting. His lips twitched. "This really was written by your master."

Lin Du exclaimed, "Oh, my master can't see, so his writing is inevitably rough. As long as it's legible, it's fine."

For someone who only practiced calligraphy in elementary school, it's quite impressive that she can write like this with a brush.

The shopkeeper continued reading, but soon the sound of pages turning grew faster and faster, and his expression changed unpredictably, from a sly chuckle to a doting smile, then his eyes widened, gradually turning into suppressed anger, and finally, with tears welling in his eyes, he couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and stand up, "That's it? Senior Brother is dead just like that? That female cultivator got that golden elixir and ascended to immortality just like that?"

"My master said that if someone reads this, there will be a follow-up. Do you think it's okay to print this?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I haven't seen such an addictive novel in a long time. Your master is a genius. It's just that the title... is a bit indecent."

The shopkeeper stroked his chin. "I'm afraid these upright people won't buy it."

Lin Du raised an eyebrow, his face exceptionally handsome, his tone indifferent yet his words remarkably unrestrained.

"How will you know if you don't try? These seven emotions and six desires are simply human nature. Do cultivators not have desires? Becoming stronger is a desire, and so is love. What's the difference between high and low, noble and base desires?"

Her arguments were clearly fallacious and heretical, but the shopkeeper was convinced. "Alright, please come in. We split the profits 30/70 here. What's your surname?"

"Lin, the forest of two trees."

"Master Lin, I'll send you a sample after it's printed. Here's your address."

Lin Du smiled slightly, "No need, I will come down the mountain to see you in a few days."

She deftly stamped her fingerprint on the contract, then turned to meet the questioning gazes of several fellow disciples who emerged from inside. "Let's go? To Xiangmanlou?"

The group of people left laughing and joking. The shopkeeper on the bamboo chair squinted at their departing figures, shook the contract with his handprint on it, looked at the handprint, and finally smiled gently.

Interestingly, he clearly handed over a pen, but the dutiful apprentice hesitated for a moment when taking the pen, and his hand slipped, turning it into a handprint instead.

Is it because you don't want to leave your own handwriting?

Is the master you're talking about really not yourself?

The bookstore owner never expected that this would happen in just seven days.

He almost didn't recognize the man when he first entered the shop; his sloppy blue clothes and the casually styled topknot were gone.

She wore a brocade robe with cloud and crane patterns, her hair was tied on top of her head with a short white jade hairpin, and a jade-clasp handkerchief was used to secure it to her forehead. Her beautiful eyebrows and smooth facial lines finally stood out clearly. Even though her skin was as pale as paper, she was truly a dashing young man.

"Shopkeeper, how's it going? Is it printed yet?"

When that lazy tone rang out, the shopkeeper dared to conclude that it was the filial son from that day.

"It was uploaded five days ago, guess what?"

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a pure-looking male cultivator sneaking over, looking left and right, and seeing Lin Du hesitant to approach.

"You want that one, right? It's twenty low-grade spirit stones a year. No need to take it out of your sleeve, just leave the money here and take it."

The man, with only the edge of a book peeking out from his sleeve, immediately took out his money and left briskly after hearing what the shopkeeper said.

Lin Du pondered for a moment, "Could it be the book I sent over?"

"Hmm." The shopkeeper nodded, and with a casual flick of his sleeve, he pocketed the twenty oval stones on the counter that contained a faint spiritual aura.

"Is it that shameful?" Lin Du raised his hand and touched his chin.

"But you're right about one thing. Although the name is not exactly elegant, it's really attractive. It's sold extremely well since it went on sale. However, everyone buys it secretly."

The shopkeeper clicked his tongue in amazement, "No wonder you're my master, you're so knowledgeable and know how to manipulate people."

Lin Du smiled and said, "Give me five copies; I want to give them away."

"Sure, we'll split the profits monthly. But we're having trouble supplying these books right now. Could you reserve some for me? Three copies would be fine?"

Lin Du walked out of the study with three books in his hand, and then met up with Mo Lin and the others.

Today is a farewell banquet for Mo Lin as he goes down the mountain for training. It was Lin Du who suggested it, and the group was happy to have a feast.

So the eldest disciple received a parting gift from his junior uncle.

"You'll inevitably have moments of boredom along the way. Here, take this book. It's said to be the best-selling novel recently. Such a bestseller must contain profound meaning."

Lin Du handed the book to Mo Lin with a sincere look in his eyes.

Mo Lin took the book. "If I had known that Junior Uncle loved reading and went to the sect's library every day, I would have studied it carefully."

"That's right." Lin Du was particularly pleased. "The most important thing when reading a story is to immerse yourself in it. Only by putting yourself in the protagonist's shoes can you reflect on yourself and gain more insights."

Mo Lin nodded, surprised that his junior uncle, despite his young age, was so knowledgeable about reading. He glanced at the cover while marveling at his skill.

After being raped by a beautiful woman picked up on the street

The handsome young man's expression turned strange in an instant. He looked up at the person who had already started eating pastries, then looked down at the book title.

"Junior Uncle... did you give me the wrong book?"

"No, no." Lin Du picked up a piece of donkey roll. "One serving isn't enough. Bring another serving; there are five of us."

Mo Lin silently put the book away and beckoned to the waiter.