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

Yuan Ye is trying to win over a cold shoulder.

"It's been a long time. How is your father?"

"He's dead."

Yuan Ye thought of the cheerful Marquis Xie, and a touch of sadness crept into his mind. He dared not mention the elderly man again. "And what about your brother?"

"He's dead too," Xie Yu said, holding his teacup and looking down.

Yuan Ye had thought of a hundred ways to kill a conversation, but he never imagined it would be like this.

Looking at Xie Qingyu's profile, he suddenly felt a little tired. He took out a pot of white jade wine that he had secretly brought with him from his storage ring. "Xie Qingyu, you must have had a very tiring time these past few years."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingyu finally reacted, slowly turning his head to look at Yuan Ye. Compared to the chubby boy who was called a prince but was actually his little shadow when he was young, he seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, although his eyes still carried the purity of a young man.

Indeed, if one were to truly find a fairy island, there would likely be no such human suffering there.

Xie Qingyu smiled, but it was just a forced smile, not a genuine one. "My father and brothers have all died on the battlefield. The Xie Marquis's Mansion no longer exists."

Yuan Ye had already started pouring the wine. "What a worry."

Xie Qingyu watched as he conjured wine and wine cups out of thin air, and her belief in him grew even stronger.

It's probably not fake.

Lin Du suddenly stood up. "Jin Xuan, it's time to practice your skills. Grand Commandant Xie, please excuse me. Yuan Ye, I'll grant you a day to catch up."

She took Jinxuan with her and left. Wei Zhi obediently stood up and followed her. The three of them entered the inner hall.

"Junior Uncle, what kind of skill are you practicing?"

Lin Du lazily found a soft couch and sat down. "I'm just giving Yuan Ye a space to get information out of him. I'm going to sleep. You can do whatever you want."

Ni Jinxuan obediently found a place to sit down.

Lin Du didn't actually fall asleep; she felt a little uncomfortable. "These sunflower seeds are giving me heartburn."

"Serves you right." Wei Zhi's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. "You yourself are a transcendent spirit, yet there's not a trace of spiritual essence in the melon seeds. With so many impurities, your stomach is bound to rebel."

Lin Du frowned and curled herself up. How could she know that this could cause injury? She felt tightness in her chest and her stomach was burning.

"I've eaten Phoenix rice noodles and fried cakes before, this shouldn't be happening."

"If you've been to Phoenix City, you should know how rich the spiritual energy is in the mountains nearby, and the things that come out of there naturally have a strong spiritual quality."

Wei Zhi paused for a moment, then said, "I think you're the one who should sever ties with the mortal world the most. You, the Glass Person, still insist on eating all that nonsense."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Lin Du looking at him with pity, and then he uttered a sentence, "I suppose Buddhist disciples have never eaten anything good or enjoyed any culinary pleasures in their lives, right? You're just jealous, purely jealous."

Wei Zhi choked on his words, then tossed Lin Du a bottle of spiritual liquid, saying, "Drink it or don't, it's up to you."

"What is this?" Lin Du opened it and sniffed it; it had a sweet smell.

"It's not a good thing, after all, we Buddhist practitioners can't enjoy the pleasures of food in this lifetime."

This time, it was Lin Du's turn to choke up.

"The juice of the formless fruit is a toy for children, but it is full of spiritual energy and is beneficial for your digestion of impurities."

Lin Du, holding the bottle, said, "You Buddhist cultivators actually have time to make this kind of thing?"

"Yeah, sometimes when I can't get through it, I take a sip." Wei Zhi smiled. "After all, I haven't eaten anything really good."

This matter was beyond repair. Lin Du wasn't the type to apologize proactively. She obediently drank a few sips of juice, her brows and eyes relaxed a bit, and she even gave Wei Zhi something.

Upon closer inspection, Wei Zhi saw that it was a block of ice, radiating an extremely cold spiritual energy, but it did not melt when he held it in his hand.

"Do people from your Supreme Sect carry around millennia-old ice all the time?"

Lin Du was too lazy to answer. She couldn't tell Wei Zhi that his useless master had nothing to give her, so he had her take her ten-thousand-year-old ice bed into her storage ring. She really couldn't understand what Wei Zhi was missing. Last time, he seemed to really like ice, so she would give him some ice as a token.

She simply counted on her fingers and told Yan Ye, "My eldest and seventh senior sisters gave me a stack of spirit talismans and spirit fruits, my second senior brother made a new array plate, my third senior brother gave me a sword qi talisman, and my fifth senior brother gave me a whisk with three moves in addition to medicine, all because he was afraid I wouldn't have a good time outside."

Yan Ye thought to himself, "Now that we have everything we need for food, clothing, and transportation, let's find a place to stay."

The mortal realm is devoid of spiritual energy, so at least Lin Du's ten-thousand-year-old ice bed can keep him fresh.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Ice is ice that was frozen ten thousand years ago, containing abundant spiritual energy. People can at least absorb some of the pure spiritual energy while lying on it, but it's a bit too cold for others.

Lin Du said lazily, "If you don't like it, you can exchange it for something else, like a few spirit stones."

Wei Zhi put the ice in his pocket. "It's useful."

It's at least more dignified than digging a hole in the snow in the far north and burying yourself.

Lin Du was feeling drowsy because he had eaten too many melon seeds and drunk too much sweet juice, while Yuan Ye was drinking and his eyes were watering.

Xie Yu was a military general, a tall and strong man. He was clearly an ordinary person, but his muscles were as solid as Yan Qingmolin's. Yuan Ye slapped his own hand until it hurt.

Yuan Ye then put his arm around the man's arm, drunkenly leaning on his shoulder, and stared intently at the two tattooed characters on Xie Yu's face.

The characters were half-hidden by the official's hat. Now, to make it easier to drink, he took off the hat, allowing Yuan Ye to see clearly which two characters they were.

He mumbled it out drunkenly, "Ling... sound."

Yuan Ye was so startled when he realized what was happening that his voice trembled and his eyes widened. "Xie Er! You!"

He originally thought that his father had done something outrageous again, causing the former young master of the Marquis Xie to be convicted and then given an important position by his second uncle. Who knew that this person was clearly not convicted!

Xie Yu raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

Yuan Ye swallowed the words "Are you crazy?" and said, "Is this all for your beloved fiancée?"

"She's dead," Xie Yu said calmly.

That conversation simply couldn't continue.

Yuan Ye wished he could shut himself up.

No one could be this effective, not even if they died.

"Yuan Ye, she's dead."

Baiyunluan is a spirit wine brewed by Cangli himself. Yuan Ye can drink it, but mortals really can't handle it.

There was never a scene that Yuan Ye couldn't liven up. Xie Yu was naturally restrained, but while listening to him ramble on about the hardships within the sect, he unknowingly drank three cups himself.

After only three cups, Xie Yu was already somewhat drunk.

Yuan Ye could tell that Xie Qingyu became calmer the more he drank, but gradually became more talkative.

"She was only sixteen when she died. After we won that war, I insisted on marrying her."

Xie Yu stared blankly at the wine cup in front of him, the sake rippling slightly.

Yuan Ye then noticed that Xie Yu's hands were trembling.

"Yuan Ye, do you immortals have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

Xie Yu suddenly turned to look at Yuan Ye, his eyes deep black and sharp, showing no signs of drunkenness.

Yuan Ye thought of the Soul-Chasing Talisman on his chest.

The fact that the Soul-Chasing Talisman was burning hot indicates that Xie Yu had been in contact with the Imperial Advisor.

What would Xie Yu need a cultivator for?

Back then, when Young Master Xie was engaged to the daughter of Minister Song, all the ancient paintings and books he bought while he and his close friends went out to fool around were sent to the Minister's mansion.

The name of the Song family's daughter is still etched on people's faces. What could it be for? The Imperial Advisor has most likely been detained by Xie Yu, who wants to bring the Song family's daughter back to life.

Yuan Ye was so frightened by his old friend's obsessive and morbid state that he was speechless, and his throat tightened for a moment.

"After a person dies, their soul goes to the underworld to be reincarnated. Now that nine years have passed, the person cannot be brought back."

He said, "That imperial advisor is nothing but a rogue cultivator; he has no real skills."

Xie Yu pursed his lips, his face tightening. "Really?"

"But he said that Lingyin was not reincarnated and is still in this world."

Yuan Ye frowned. "That's impossible."

Even wronged spirits rarely linger in the mortal realm.

But Yuan Ye reacted quickly and did not continue to refute. Xie Yu seemed to relax in his presence, but even when drunk, his muscles were still tense, indicating that he was still highly vigilant. Now that he held a high position of power, he had to go along with him.

"Xie Yu, how about I help you look for her? Do you have her birth date and time? I can use her birth date and time to search her soul."

Xie Yu suddenly laughed. He leaned forward, resting one arm on the table. "Yuan Ye, you're testing me, aren't you? You just want to know when the Imperial Advisor returned, and when he died, don't you?"

"Let me tell you, he inexplicably returned six years ago. Why don't you go ask the current Emperor Emeritus what the Imperial Preceptor did to make him believe that the Imperial Preceptor used magic to stabilize the world?"

"The reason I purged the court of corrupt officials was because the Grand Preceptor abused his power and even kept concubines and male prostitutes. Every month, many more corpses would be found in the mass graves outside the capital."

"You should know what kind of person your father is. He suppresses meritorious officials and is always thinking about when the Xie family will be completely destroyed. He keeps me by your side only so that you can appear useless. If I follow you, I can't help you. We are both useless sons."

Xie Yu's voice was hoarse and deep, yet it sounded like a monster crawling out of hell, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that pierced Yuan Ye's eardrums.

"I'm not that Xie Qingyu anymore, but you're still the same Yuan Ye."

"The Imperial Advisor is indeed as you think. If you want the truth, I can show it to you. If you still want to be the original Yuan Ye, you'd better come back and take one last look, and leave happily."

"If you can truly become an immortal, forget this place, you must forget it."

"The Great Zhou Golden Hall is stained with blood that can't be washed away; there's nothing worth remembering."

Lin Du, who had been eavesdropping in the front hall, realized what was happening and muttered in disbelief, "What kind of super-grade love-struck person is this?"