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

"You're sick, you're seriously ill."

Jiang Liang looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep voice.

He knew he had gained a new junior sister, who was over eight hundred years younger than him.

He also knew that his junior uncle had entered the sect in the same year as him.

Jiang Liang was extremely afraid of strangers, but the person took the initiative to walk beside him and told him that he was blind and could not see his tension, nor was he afraid that he would say the wrong thing, so he should not be afraid.

Jiang Liang once told his junior uncle, "I will definitely heal your eyes. Even if it is fate, I will defy it."

For the next eight hundred years, he defied fate and saved countless lives, but he could not cure the blind man's eyes.

He felt guilty towards Yan Ye.

Eight hundred years later, the person who had left him helpless took in another disciple whose fate was also waning, who became his youngest junior sister.

Jiang Liang looked miserable, but then he laughed inwardly.

It turns out that all the calamities of his life were greater than those of these two, master and disciple.

He turned to look at Xia Tianwu and saw her frowning with worry. "Master, is there any hope for Junior Aunt?"

Lin Du smiled, a carefree and unconcerned face that overlapped with the face from eight hundred years ago.

Jiang Liang was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I must have owed you two, master and disciple, in my past life."

As he spoke, he took Lin Du's pulse and closed his eyes.

Xia Tianwu had been apprenticed to a master for over ninety years, and this was the first time he had ever seen his master abandon the use of silk threads and personally take charge of the craft, even going so far as to shut down his hearing and sense of smell to avoid any interference.

"Your master is using methods to make up for your shortcomings, including your heart..."

A person with a defective heart meridian is born with a deficiency, and with each day they live, their heart deteriorates further.

Even if you add rare and precious materials, it can only delay the damage, not completely repair it.

Unfortunately, this person's heart was unusual; it wasn't flesh and blood, but rather like shattered glass, irreplaceable. If his body were intact, this person would likely be the first in the cultivation world to ascend to immortality without any obstacles on his path.

Yet, this person, whose heart meridian is incomplete and whose lungs and internal organs are not yet fully opened, is already about to establish his foundation after only two months of practicing Taoism.

Jiang Liang couldn't understand whether this person was favored by Heaven or deeply envied by Heaven.

"Do you usually not experience any discomfort?"

Lin Du blinked. "You mean you feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and can't engage in strenuous activity for long periods, or even if you make a small movement, it feels like your heart is exploding into pieces?"

She smiled and said, "If that's the case, then it is indeed a little uncomfortable."

The boy smiled and glanced at the two, who both looked serious. "Oh, it's all good, don't be nervous."

"I, Lin Du, am handsome, exceptionally talented, and loved by all. My cooking skills are also quite good. How can anyone in the world have all the advantages?"

She shamelessly boasted, then continued to comfort him, "I can cure it, and if I can't, so be it. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. My name is Lin Du, and I can naturally save myself. You can rest assured."

She didn't expect the sect to save her, otherwise what would be the point of keeping this system?

"The prescribed pills, one a day, are for clearing the lungs and replenishing deficiencies. I will also prepare pills to slow down heart failure, so that your fellow disciples can also look for heart-repairing remedies while they are out training. And... are you afraid of pain? If you..."

"I'm not afraid, it's just a little pain." Lin Du waved his hand. "I'm not that delicate."

"Oh, never mind then. I mean, if you're afraid of pain, I can develop a medicine to temporarily suppress your discomfort and make you move more freely."

Jiang Liang stroked his beard. "Since you don't need it..."

"But then again, this person is destined to be born into comfort, right, Senior Brother? I'll have to trouble you to prepare that medicine for me," Lin Du said, changing the subject with a smile and a cupped hand. "I eat sweets, not bitters."

Who would want to be in pain when they can be comfortable?

Xia Tian couldn't help but ask, "Master, how long can Junior Aunt hold out?"

Seeing Lin Du's frank attitude, Jiang Liang did not hide anything. "There is no delay, only one year. But if we keep using rare and precious materials to prolong the time, and with the increase in cultivation, it is possible that we can delay it indefinitely."

None of the three noticed that a girl was standing quietly outside the kitchen door, wearing a pink gauze dress that was most suitable for the spring sunshine, and the pink butterfly hairpin on her head was trembling with golden whiskers.

Ni Jinxuan's usually smiling face was now devoid of any smile, and her almond-shaped eyes held a look of disbelief.

She always knew that her junior uncle was the most talented among the new disciples. He would pick up a spatula and fill the stomachs of the disciples who had not yet been able to abstain from grains when the elders were denying each other's cooking. He would smile and let her eat while watching her. He would buy her gold hairpins and give her snacks.

But what she didn't know was that Lin Du's condition was not simply a matter of being physically weak, but rather...

A dying man who often endured such pain.

"I eat sweets, not bitters."

A relaxed, youthful voice came from inside. Ni Jinxuan raised her hand and wiped her face, her pink sleeves damp with tiny water droplets.

She looked up, silently clenched her fist, and made a decision.

When Lin Du pushed open the door, he found Ni Jinxuan sitting on the table with her eyes wide like a rabbit's. He asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Did your master scold you today? That shouldn't be the case."

Ni Jinxuan is lively but extremely talented. Although she starts out as an innocent and naive girl in the book, she is also a resilient and hardworking one, and she is incredibly lucky. She is like a lucky charm, as all her bad luck in this life comes from the Demon Lord.

Why are you crying today? If you count the days, the Demon Lord only arrived when Ni Jinxuan was in the Cloud Ascension Realm.

Ni Jinxuan shook her head, "I couldn't fly properly on my sword when I came here, and the sand and dust got into my eyes."

Lin Du chuckled and, as if coaxing a child, pulled a storybook from his pocket. "Here, hide it under the covers and read it secretly tonight, but don't let your master see it."

Ni Jinxuan put the book away, looking confused, and asked, "What is this?"

"Good stuff." Lin Du chuckled. "The most popular storybook down the mountain. Don't look so gloomy, you look better when you smile."

This little rabbit can't hide anything; its emotions are written all over its face.

When Ni Jinxuan thought about how she clearly wanted to take care of her junior uncle, but unexpectedly her junior uncle had to comfort her instead, her little face fell again, her eyes filled with tears. Then she forced a smile, her face turning red.

Lin Du looked helplessly at that wrinkled smile that looked even uglier than a cry. "What's wrong? How about I take you to see a play in a couple of days, okay? Cheer up, okay?"

Ni Jinxuan tried her best to suppress her emotions, nodded vigorously, and then volunteered to serve rice to Lin Du. When Lin Du wanted to set the bowls, he heard her say loudly while holding up a rice scoop, "Junior Uncle, let me do it."

Lin Du looked at her with surprise, "What's wrong? Did your master scold you today? Are you supposed to be more diligent in your conduct?"

The little girl shook her head, picked up the rice spoon and pressed the rice in forcefully. "Junior Uncle, you sit down. I'll do all the dirty and tiring work from now on."

As she spoke, she pressed down harder.

The bowl of rice that Lin Du received was almost twice as heavy as usual, and he could barely insert his chopsticks into it with great effort.

She silently watched the rice that Ni Jinxuan had almost crushed into a brick. "Jinxuan, you must be very good at making rice cakes."

This child has a bright future ahead of her; the plot didn't say she was a super-strong little girl.

The bottom of her iron rice bowl was bulging out from being pressed down.