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

The medicine was bubbling away, and the room was filled with rising heat.

Lin Du closed his eyes, pondering what Wei Zhi had just said.

Wei Zhi could go to the mortal world alone, but he insisted on going with them, and the key probably lies with Yuan Ye.

What could Yuan Ye possibly have to do with the mortal world that would warrant such dangerous plotting?

Wei Zhi seems to have been trying to resolve the aftereffects of the dragon-devouring incident. In reality, he prefers watching the excitement. Now that he has taken the initiative to ask to join him, he must have something to ask for, which is very likely related to that formation and the dragon vein.

But Wei Zhi used those messages and even feigned weakness to achieve his peers' goals, yet he never revealed his ultimate objective.

If... their ultimate goals conflict, then she and Yuan Ye might be the ladder for him to get closer to the dragon vein.

One must go to the mortal world, but there is danger involved, so one must be on guard.

It's better to have danger around than for it to suddenly appear.

Lin Du is good at adapting to changing circumstances.

Lin Du frowned. A traitorous senior brother and a Demon Lord who could conservatively be expected to continue living—Xia Tianwu's story wasn't over yet, and now Yuan Ye was in trouble.

People who don't have any serious issues don't deserve to be called disciples of the Supreme Sect, right?

"Feeling unwell? Your brows are furrowed like an old man's, really ugly." Yan Ye said, then suddenly sniffed, "Why does it smell like sandalwood?"

Lin Du opened his eyes. "What kind of dog nose do you have?"

Yan Ye: ? This disciple is useless, just throw him away.

"Something came up. Where's my second senior brother?"

"We're taking care of Yuan Ye and Yan Qing. Yuan Ye is more seriously injured and hasn't woken up yet."

Lin Du couldn't help but frown again. Yuan Ye's injuries were severe, which was probably related to the curse on his body.

"How are the others injured?"

"Those three are nothing serious, they'll be fine after taking some medicine and recovering," Jiang Liang continued. "You should worry about yourself."

Although my heart meridian has inexplicably recovered, my spiritual consciousness and energy have been severely depleted.

"Try not to use your spiritual power within a year."

Lin Du couldn't stay still any longer. "What about my individual competition?"

"It has been postponed because the disciples have all suffered heavy losses. After consultation between the organizers and the sect, it will be held again in three years. At the same time, it is promised that those who caused trouble will be imprisoned and executed within three years to demonstrate the power of Zhongzhou."

Yan Ye's voice was indifferent, but Lin Du could still detect some disdain and dissatisfaction in it.

Lin Du suddenly asked a question, "You must have heard my method for breaking the formation at the time, so why didn't you say a word? I don't think you would support that method."

Another reason why she was so troubled in the secret realm was that Yan Ye had clearly connected with her divine consciousness, but he remained silent, which was completely different from the person who usually pointed at her homework.

Or rather, given Yan Ye's knowledge, he would surely have a better way to break the formation.

But he remained silent throughout.

The room fell silent for a moment. Lin Du looked at the white-haired, black-clad man in front of him, who was chillingly cold, and suddenly knew the answer.

"Because this is my own destiny."

"Because that is your own destiny."

The two spoke at the same time, and Jiang Liang, who was standing to the side, twitched his beard upon hearing this.

To this day, he still doesn't understand the way this master and apprentice get along.

Lin Du turned himself around with difficulty, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

After a long pause, Yan Ye seemed to realize that his explanation was too simplistic, and added something else.

"Because I think you can make the decisions and handle it well."

"That's certainly not the optimal solution in my eyes, but the optimal solution in your eyes is the one you choose from now on."

Lin Du felt a little pain from the hard bed against his own bones, so he flattened himself out again.

"Yes, you're right. It was very noisy back then, and I wouldn't have listened to you even if you had told me."

Yan Ye: ...This traitor really can't be kept anymore, let's just throw him out.

Jiang Liang cleared his throat, moved the medicine pot away from the fire, and poured it out. "Drink your medicine."

"We'll return to the sect once you feel a little better."

Lin Du groaned and sat up miserably to drink his medicine.

"I obtained valuable medicinal herbs and one million high-grade spirit stones from those powerful figures. The medicinal herbs are for your fifth senior brother, and you can keep the spirit stones yourself."

Holding the medicine bowl, Lin Du looked at the box and sighed deeply, "I suddenly feel like I'm cured."

After swallowing a bowl of medicine, Lin Du's stomach rumbled, and he turned to look innocently at Jiang Liang, "Can I eat? I'm hungry."

Jiang Liang met her pleading eyes and firmly refused, "No, your internal organs are a bit overloaded right now."

The light in Lin Du's eyes went out.

"I'll go borrow a kitchen and make you some soup. You can only drink the soup, no meat." Jiang Liang couldn't bear the despair in his junior sister's eyes, so he turned around and silently prepared to cook a special meal for Lin Du.

"I'd rather not drink your soup, which only tastes like medicine," Lin Du said in despair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a gentle female voice, "This junior is Du Shao from the Jishi Sect. I heard that Fellow Daoist Lin has woken up. I have just cooked a bowl of spirit millet porridge. My master said that Fellow Daoist Lin slept for a day and a night, so it is good for him to drink it to nourish himself."

Lin Du came back to life. "Excuse me, Sister Du Shao! Please come in!"

Yan Ye and Jiang Liang watched in disbelief as the person who had been lying on the bed like a paper doll, barely breathing, suddenly sat up with a jolt. His dark, lifeless eyes instantly lit up with joy, and his voice became lively.

"What did she just call him?" Yan Ye turned to Jiang Liang in disbelief and asked.

Did she just use the "please come in" button?

"She even smiled at her!" Jiang Liang exclaimed in shock. "She doesn't even smile at you."

Du Shao brought in the porridge, nodded and bowed to the two seniors, and then looked up and saw that Lin Du was in good spirits, which put her at ease.

Lin Du stared longingly at the bowl of spirit millet porridge. When it reached her, she picked it up and first thanked her, "So you've come too, sister."

Du Shao nodded. "Now that I'm a direct disciple and have a master, I came with my master. After all, the competition always requires medical practitioners to take care of you. Are you feeling better? My master said that your heart meridian was the most severely damaged part."

Lin Du smiled. "I'm fine, I have my senior brother with me. But you, with so many disciples injured here, your Jishi Sect disciples must be very busy, right?"

"Drink slowly, it's hot." Du Shao sat by the bed, watching her sip the porridge, her expression becoming increasingly gentle. "This time, some disciples overexerted themselves too much, especially those from smaller sects. Even if the entire sect were to mobilize its resources, it would probably be difficult to repair their deficient essence."

"However, there's an interesting story. After discussion, we didn't plan to void the team competition scores, but guess what happened?"

Lin Du blinked and looked up at her.

Du Shao didn't keep her in suspense and began to speak, "This year's nineteenth place isn't one of the three sects, six schools, or ten schools, but rather a sect that wasn't even ranked before, a sect mostly populated by chefs!"

"The Flying Star Sect has actually been squeezed out."

Lin Du perked up at the mention of the chef, but then lazily lowered his eyes again upon hearing about the Flying Star Sect. "Serves them right."

It will take the Flying Star Sect a hundred or two hundred years to rectify the chaos and restore its former glory.

"Speaking of which, you really stole the show this time. When our sect's disciples went to deliver medicine to various sects, they all spoke of you with respect and admiration."

Du Shao's eyes were bright, with a clearly good-natured teasing look.

Lin Du scoffed, "It's all just for show. It's better not to make a scene."

The two chattered for a while longer, and only after Lin Du finished his bowl of porridge did Du Shao get up to say goodbye and leave.

As soon as the door closed, Yan Ye sneered, "Oh my, Sister Du Shao is so kind? So many disciples from various sects admire you greatly?"

"Lin Du has made something of himself."

Lin Du turned his head and pretended not to hear Yan Ye's sarcastic tone.

Yan Ye cleared his throat. "Speaking of the Flying Star Sect, I just remembered. The matter you asked me for has come to some conclusion."

Lin Du felt warm after drinking the porridge and looked at Yan Ye, waiting for his answer.

Yan Ye stood still, waiting for Lin Du to say something nice.

The two were blind in their eyes and blind in their hearts. After a moment of stalemate, Yan Ye gave in.

"He is currently in the mortal realm, which is probably related to the damage to his soul that you mentioned. That's why he was placed in the mortal realm to nurture his soul. He is now eight years old."

Lin Du raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, "The mortal realm?"

It seems that going there can settle two matters, which is worthwhile.