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

Lin Du returned to the painful period of companionship and taking medicine, but fortunately, she did have important matters to discuss with Feng Chao.

"Eighth Senior Brother's true form has yet to be found, but his puppets are truly omnipresent. He is also behind Yuan Ye's dragon aura. Now, Yuan Ye's dragon aura has..."

Lin Du held the official gazette of the cultivation world for a while, his gaze gradually focusing. "This matter has actually spread throughout the cultivation world. Is Fusifang really not owned by the Wenfu family?"

That's a good question, but Fusifang has been in the cultivation world for a thousand years, and its main principle is neutrality. Whether you are human, demon, or monster, everyone is treated equally and must follow the rules.

Feng Chao was too lazy to read the official gazette, so Lin Du would read it, summarize the key points, and leave it to him.

What do you think?

"That's a good thing. A genius who has lost his halo and gone into obscurity will never be coveted by anyone. Even a passing dog will lick him."

Just like Lin Du, whose meat is so little that it gets stuck in your teeth, even demons wouldn't eat it.

Feng Chao smiled, her brush still on its end, and asked, "Have you finished all the homework your seventh senior sister assigned you today?"

Lin Du swallowed the speculations and guesses that were about to rise in his throat, buried his head and took out the paper that he had already drawn halfway, and picked up his pen with resentment.

What kind of good person could draw all the scenery they saw in nearly 300 days in just seven days? Why not have them create a "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" painting in seven days?

"Don't complain about your senior sister either. She said she's never seen you like flowers, plants, or landscapes. You're not sensitive to the changing seasons and can't resonate with heaven and earth. How will you achieve the Great Dao in the future?"

Lin Du, annoyed by the nagging, scribbled a Peppa Pig on his brush. After realizing his mistake, he decided to go with the flow and use a few sheets to glue together a real landscape painting. After all, it was just a small one, so he could cover it up.

Lin Du built a pavilion in the air, essentially creating a tower on top of Peppa Pig, complete with mountains and pine trees, just to get by.

Seven days later, Feng Yi opened the scroll and found that Lin Du had honestly painted a long scroll painting. He thought to himself, "He has really grown up. He still has knowledge when he goes out." He took the scroll to show off to his second senior brother.

"The framework is good, although it relies heavily on technique and lacks depth, it's still commendable, it's just..."

Cang Li touched a very small spot, on the edge of a piece of paper depicting a pavilion halfway up a green mountain. "Did I smudge the ink?"

Obviously not. It has a proper appearance, with one or two circles, like a snowman, but something just doesn't feel right. It's ridiculously rough amidst the light ink wash of the landscape, even a bit comical.

It was probably drawn with the brushstrokes of a line drawing; it's so small that you wouldn't notice it unless you looked very closely.

"Was this child... careless?" Cang Li pondered the words.

Feng Yi didn't think it was carelessness. Lin Du was never careless; it was always deliberate, intentional, and premeditated.

"Do you think... you're going through a rebellious phase? Don't you want to study hard anymore?"

The two students were so shocked by this guess that they stared at each other in disbelief.

Yuan Ye, who was passing by, kindly reminded him, "When did Junior Uncle stop being rebellious?"

Cang Li thought for a moment, "Is that so?"

Feng Yi calmed down, "That's true."

I used to think she had changed her temperament by practicing writing from large characters to small characters, but that still needs to be done.

Lin Du was thus granted an extra month of training.

The person involved expressed deep regret.

Feng Chao sometimes indulged her, but Feng Yi never did.

It's roughly the difference between a homeroom teacher and the head of the teaching affairs office.

For a whole month, Lin Du was like a lost soul, her arms hanging limply. Once, when Cang Li went to the library, he saw his junior sister practicing her writing intently. Without even looking up, she went to get some water and almost drank the water on the table that was used to rinse her brushes, mistaking it for tea.

Cang Li couldn't help but pull Feng Yi outside the library to discuss the matter. "Don't push your junior sister too hard. How old is that child? Not everyone can practice until their hands are shaking and they still refuse to stop writing like you do."

Feng Yi remained the same, as dignified and proper as a stick figure drawn by Lin Du in his occasional fit of madness. Upon hearing this, he merely glanced at him and said, "Why didn't you say anything when you were learning musical instruments and your hands were bleeding from all the friction?"

Lin Du overheard this through the window and realized that the Supreme Sect were all Kings of Scrolls!

"No, what exactly do you want? She's a formation master, why do you insist on making her draw those pictures? Just to test her temperament? She'd be better off coming here to listen to some music and purify her soul."

As Cang Li spoke, he suddenly seemed to remember something and slowly took a step back. "Feng Yi, you don't expect Lin Du to ever enter the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion, do you?"

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow and suppressed Lin Du's emerging divine sense. "Is it not allowed? No one has been able to enter the Heavenly Crafting Tower yet, and no one has been able to obtain the ancient god's inheritance within. Even if I can create talismans remotely without a medium, it won't be recognized. Lin Du has extraordinary talent, so we should give it a try."

Lin Du felt his consciousness being pushed back, his ears buzzed, and he couldn't hear anything anymore.

Desperate Lin Du: ...Ha, adults can't even listen to their gossip!

Enraged, Lin Du turned and ran away with Xia Tianwu and Yan Qing after seeing the news of the Mo Shuang Xuan Hua in the official gazette.

Fresh flowers must be picked, and fresh moonlight must be seen.

Lingtong Cliff is located in the south of Zhongzhou. When Lin Du and his two companions arrived in the afternoon, they could vaguely see a large number of people gathered at the bottom of the cliff, and some who did not follow the usual path, hanging on the cliff face that was almost cut off by a single knife from top to bottom.

The cliff is extremely high, but the miasma at the bottom of the cliff never dissipates. The thick fog and dense vegetation block out all visibility. The terrain is rugged, with towering cliffs on three sides, making it extremely dangerous. There is no safe way to enter the mountain for the only survivor. The herb gatherers in the nearby mountains have never actually entered the bottom of the cliff.

The magnetic field here is so special that airships cannot fly in it at all, and it takes a lot of effort to get down.

"...The official gazette says there are Ink Frost Mystic Flowers down here. How exactly were they discovered?" Lin Du landed on the cliff top and frowned.

Yan Qing shook his head. "Junior Uncle, you searched the library all night but couldn't find a map. There were only scattered records, and some people even paid the price with their lives, which shows that this place is rarely developed."

It's common for top-grade spiritual plants to grow in strange and unusual places, but where did they get this information from?

"It must be an anomaly caused by the birth of Lingyun and Baoguang." Xia Tianwu seemed quite experienced. "Did you hear that?"

Lin Du nodded. From the bottom of the cliff came the sounds of metal clashing and shouts. If you listened carefully, you could tell that they were not sounds of people fighting. In addition, there was a faint spiritual aura in the air. A mature medical cultivator could tell from the records in the book what kind of treasure had been born.

"Shall we go down now?" Yan Qing regretted not bringing Yuan Ye along; at least he had plenty of tools.

Lin Du glanced at the people scattered around the cliff top, "No rush, wait until they're almost ripe."

She is looking for someone.

They quickly found their target.

"Isn't that... a fellow Daoist from the Guiyuan Sect?" Yan Qing followed Lin Du's gaze and looked over. "Why are they always wearing disciple robes wherever they go?"

"Probably... because we're poor," Lin Du said solemnly.

Yan Qing: Hmm? That makes sense.

The man stood out among the crowd in his gold and white Guiyuan Sect disciple robes, appearing as a radiant golden sun from afar, with a rugged and unyielding spirit. Beside him, another person wore a white dress, looking pure and elegant, with an air of aloofness.

Lin Du clicked his tongue and turned to look at Xia Tianwu.

Well, none of us are wearing white today. To match Lin Du's idea of ​​"surprise attack and deception," all three of us are dressed in dark clothes, so we can just put on masks and become thieves.

Lin Du sighed. She had no problem with Bai Yueguang or Bai Shi, but she hoped that this person was a good person. After all, Yan Qing seemed to have quite a bit of respect for this girl.

"Yan Qing, is that Cui Yujun next to Wu Xi?"

Yan Qing responded, and then saw her junior uncle, who never took the initiative to socialize, casually walk away.

"Oh, wizard nephew, what a coincidence! You haven't paid back your debts this year, have you? Since we've run into each other, let's settle this year's accounts now."