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

"There was only one person in the Great Zhou Dynasty who had his mausoleum built on a dragon vein."

Yuan Ye lowered his eyes to look at the rolling green mountains. From the clouds, he could just see the spine of the entire dragon vein. The mountains had distinct bones, forming sections of the spine.

"Where is the altar located?"

Yuan Ye turned to look at the man and asked, "My patience is really limited."

The old Taoist priest, however, had no sense of self-awareness whatsoever, and kept saying that he couldn't remember and that it wasn't him who had arranged it.

Yuan Ye chuckled, grabbed one end of the knot, and threw the person off the cloud.

A pig-like scream rang out from high above.

"Aaaaaah! Your Highness!!!"

"Your Highness, I remember now! I remember now!"

Yuan Ye patted Ni Jinxuan's arm, and she understood, releasing her spiritual whip to pull her back.

The man, who had narrowly escaped death, was pulled back to the clouds. If he hadn't eaten something, he would have almost vomited. His old face was covered in snot and tears, and his heart felt like it was about to be shaken out of his chest.

"I said, ugh... I said, Your Highness, Your Highness, spare me! They said, they said they wanted to suspend the dragon's central vein."

Lin Du remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he couldn't help but sigh. Xie Yu had probably kept people locked up for three or four years, which had worn away all their sharpness and quick wit. Those people who were once so respectable and dignified in Yuan Ye's memory were now like faded, tattered clothes gnawed by dampness and insects.

The demons set up the array altar on the central vein of the dragon vein, at the very center of the spine.

Yuan Ye stared silently at the spot the man had pointed out, and suddenly felt a pain in his spine, even more so than when Jin Xuan had smashed the stone door with him.

"Let's go."

Lin Du patted him on the back.

"Actually," Wei Zhi suddenly spoke up, "forcibly injecting spiritual energy into the dragon vein may seem to have saved the dragon, but look, the central vein is alive, but the dragon claws have already withered."

"This dragon is old. A dragon that has lost its claws can no longer tear apart the prey that wants to devour it."

The voice of a Buddhist monk is usually gentle and tender, carrying a faint sense of compassion for all beings, but listening to it now, there is an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

"In the spirit realm, true dragons live for tens of thousands of years, and even those who are a few hundred years old are just cubs. But the dragon veins in the mortal realm, as your junior uncle said, will not live for more than three hundred years."

Lin Du turned his head and glanced at Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi inexplicably saw blatant mockery in Lin Du's eyes, and even without her saying a word, he knew what she was mocking.

"Young cub"

"Wei Zhi" means to regret, to regret saying something unnecessary.

After Lin Du finished laughing, he turned around and took out his brand new treasure array plate.

Cang Li drew the blueprints for his junior sister and spent ten days rushing to make the array plate. He made some further modifications to the Lianheng Sect's array plate, making it more suitable for Lin Du's physique, whose mind works even faster than the array plate itself.

Lin Du quickly and accurately located the spot.

"Ninety zhang deep, it feels like the center of a mausoleum?"

Wei Zhi sensed it for a moment, "It's the center of the underground palace."

She stood atop the dragon vein, glanced thoughtfully at Yuan Ye, and said, "If the dragon vein is bad, just blow it up. Let's go through the tomb."

Yuan Ye took a step back. "Are you really going to open the tomb?"

"She doesn't want to destroy the dragon vein because she doesn't want to waste your spiritual power," Wei Zhi dutifully translated for Lin Du. "Because your spiritual power can at least allow the Great Zhou Dynasty to continue for several more decades."

Yuan Ye was deeply moved. He then glanced at his junior uncle, who stood atop the green mountain, her wide sleeves billowing in the wind, exuding an air of superiority. She showed no signs of being about to raid someone's tomb.

"There are troops guarding the tomb," Yuan Ye reminded him.

"Then let them sleep." Lin Du began to take out the medicine powder.

Wei Zhi glanced at the medicinal powder, "Your Supreme Sect..."

Is it a legitimate sect?

"Oh no, this isn't a sect's inheritance, it's the Corpse King's inheritance." Lin Du said confidently, "It's not a big problem, it won't harm them, it just temporarily seals off their senses."

Wei Zhi looked at her medicinal powder, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and a rare look of disdain appeared in his eyes. "As far as I know, the spiritual land of the Supreme Sect probably can't grow these strange medicinal herbs."

Lin Du, though unconvinced, retorted confidently, "Do I have money?"

Otherwise, where did she spend all her spirit stones? Although she can eat, she still needs to control her Engel coefficient.

Aside from food, the biggest expense for the Supreme Sect is purchasing raw materials.

After she finished speaking, she handed him the medicine powder, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Master."

"When there's trouble, you're a master; when there's no trouble, who are you?" Wei Zhi finally understood Lin Du. He resigned himself to his fate, accepted the medicine, and turned the powder into a gentle breeze.

This is the tomb of the founding emperor, and five hundred soldiers are stationed here.

For a moment, these five hundred people, some standing guard, some training, and some cooking, all stood motionless, their senses completely gone, like lifelike terracotta warriors, as if time had stood still for an instant.

Lin Du very considerately went over and put out the fire in the stove.

Don't play with fire while sleeping, it will cause an accident.

"Your Highness, the stone gate to this tomb is locked and cannot be opened. If we forcibly blow up the tomb, it will definitely..." The Grand Preceptor finally realized what was happening after his feet touched the ground.

Yuan Ye stood there in silence for a while, ignoring him, and walked towards the stone door of the mausoleum's underground palace that had been sealed off. "There's a heavy barrier behind it, a self-closing stone."

This thing is known only to a few craftsmen and is never recorded in books; it is a stone door that locks itself from the inside.

The mechanism was indeed ingenious, requiring specially made key-shaped nails for the craftsmen, but for Yuan Ye, it was nothing special.

The young man calmly opened the stone door, then used his spiritual power to seal the mechanism that was about to be triggered. Amidst a joyful exclamation, he proudly shielded the person behind him, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "The mechanisms here can't be solved with a single punch. Junior Uncle, you'd better not touch them recklessly."

Lin Du paused in his walking, abandoning his intention to warn Yuan Ye that there was something ahead.

This was a slope, with sensors buried underground. From the depths of the long tunnel, a gurgling sound could be faintly heard. Yuan Ye's pupils trembled, and he channeled his spiritual power, only to be met by a huge stone ball rolling towards him.

The stone ball was enormous, just large enough to block the entire passageway, rolling freely inside and accelerating toward the group.

Yuan Ye was silent for a moment, intending to use a mechanical beast or explosive talisman to deal with the situation, but Ni Jinxuan pulled him behind her, saying, "Get out of the way, I'll handle this."

The spiritual energy erupted, and the boulder shattered into fragments.

Yuan Ye silently brushed away the flying stone chips from his body.

"Still pretending?" Lin Du calmly cleared a path for people with his hands behind his back, using his whisk. "You're not as smart and quick-witted as Jin Xuan. She doesn't need anyone to protect her."

Yuan Ye's newly inflated confidence was easily shattered. He let out a howl and followed behind them like a lost soul.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Du pushed him forward the next moment, shoving a glass lamp into his hand. "You're the best among the new disciples in mechanical arts. You're the future backbone of our sect. Go ahead, dig your own ancestral grave."

Yuan Ye: ...

Ni Jinxuan couldn't help but laugh.

Yuan Ye's heart, which had felt terribly empty, suddenly felt a pang of bitterness and swelling. He walked up to him and began to ramble on, "Junior Uncle, have you ever seen anyone bring their own sect to dig up ancestral graves in the mortal world?"

"I saw him today," Lin Du said with a smile.

As they walked, the flame of the glass lamp in Yuan Ye's hand flickered with their steps, the tongue of fire constantly shifting, yet it shone brightly and warmly in the darkness.

Even the faintest light in the darkest hour is still bright.