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

Mo Lin was a little worried. His junior sister kept exploding the furnace, but his junior uncle was not annoyed at all. Instead, he happily went with Yan Qing to collect scrap iron everywhere and then went to prepare to forge a new furnace. After forging the new furnace, he would then explode it for his junior sister. What a strange production loop!

Lin Du discussed the alloy ratio with Yan Qing and redesigned the array. He engraved the new array on the blank that Yan Qing had made before leisurely handing it over to Yan Qing for final integration.

Unfortunately, the alchemy furnace only lasted for a month before it exploded again.

A few days ago, Xia Tianwu broke through to the Great Perfection of the Cloud Soaring Realm, and his control over the Strange Fire improved to a higher level. The Strange Fire he incorporated into alchemy was also stronger. Not only could the alchemy furnace not withstand the heat, but even ordinary fans that control fire could not withstand the heat. As soon as they were taken out, they were already smoky and drooping, unable to fan any air. The alchemy furnace was overheating, and unless he kept using spiritual power to control the fire, the alchemy furnace would explode sooner or later.

But sometimes a batch of pills needs to be burned for ten days or half a month. Who can keep releasing spiritual power to watch over it all the time?

Lin Du and Yan Qing couldn't find a better solution for the time being, so they could only lend Xia Tianwu some of the spiritual power stored in the Floating Life Fan for alchemy.

The group of people calmly returned to their routine of practicing martial arts, cooking, and cultivating, a routine so peaceful that even Feng Yi found it a little difficult to adjust.

Feng Yi herself began to doubt whether she had put too much pressure on her child and driven him crazy.

They will either erupt from calm or perish in calm.

What was that saying of Feng Chao again? "When a child is quiet, he must be up to no good."

But Lin Du not only didn't cause any trouble, he was unusually quiet.

Feng Yi had never raised another child before, so she was a little worried. During her daily tutoring session, she tentatively asked, "Am I giving you too much homework? If you feel pressured, you can tell me directly."

Lin Du was practicing his calligraphy at the time. Upon hearing this, he shook his head with a surprised expression, as if to say, "Why would you think that?" "No, I don't think it's enough. I can add more."

Feng Yi: ...

She scrutinized the child for a long time and realized that he wasn't lying. In a daze, she went to find her fifth senior brother.

Jiang Liang kept his back turned and waited for her to speak. In the hundreds of years since she entered the sect, she had probably seen her fifth senior brother's face less than a hundred times.

"I feel like something's off with my junior sister."

She thought her fifth senior brother would only recite medical records and say there was nothing wrong, but she didn't expect him to say something like, "I also feel that she's been acting strangely lately. She doesn't complain to me about how awful the medicine tastes, and she hardly makes any mistakes when practicing her skills."

Something's not right, something's really not right.

The junior sister stopped making a fuss, and the senior brothers and sisters were very sad, but they had no one to talk to.

When Hou Cang came to collect the medicine, he happened to see the two of them looking at the sky with longing and sighs. After listening to their conversation, he said coldly, "You're in your mid-twenties, not children. It's normal for you not to act cute or spoiled."

Feng Yi suddenly realized, how could the child have turned into an adult overnight?

Lin Du was still a tiny little thing in their eyes.

She said seriously, "In your mid-twenties, you're still a child, at the age when you should be acting spoiled."

"But you, you're an adult now, why are you still living with your master like a child who hasn't been weaned? Isn't that strange?"

Hou Cang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. What strange understanding do you people have about that little tea spirit?

Having been a slave since childhood, he couldn't be more discerning about people's hearts. He could see through Lin Du's tricks at a glance. Saying things against one's conscience was just a common tactic for feigning innocence.

And then there's Feng Yi. In his memory, Feng Yi was the most serious and upright person, the least tolerant of others. Lin Du's slippery nature didn't seem like something Feng Yi would like.

But none of this concerned him.

"Is this my medicine?"

"Um."

Upon hearing this, Hou Cang took the medicine and turned to leave. Feng Yi, acting as the sect leader, asked, "Where are you going? When will you be back?"

"Go to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons and slay the demons."

Hou Cang simply said this, brushed past Feng Yi, and walked out of the alchemy room. His spotless white robe was fluttered by the wind, and his back view resembled a solitary, cold sword.

Feng Yi: ...I hate people who pretend to be something they're not.

Hou Cang's arrival was just a side story. Jiang Liang seemed to be thinking, "Why don't you give Lin Du a few days off? Since returning from Lingtong Cliff, that kid has become unusually composed. Perhaps it's because... it's the first time he's seen people from the cultivation world vying for treasure, and he's bound to feel uneasy."

Feng Yi nodded. "That's exactly what I was thinking. In a few days, on the summer solstice, we'll celebrate in Jiucheng, so she can have some fun with those kids."

Lin Du thus happily got a day off and took a group of children down the mountain.

First, they ate a few bowls of cold noodles together. After eating their fill, they strolled around the streets to get a feel for the market conditions of the Spirit Weapon Pavilion. Then, they went to the material shop to buy supplies. This was their standard procedure when entering the city.

After carrying a bunch of materials from the materials shop's warehouse and paying for them, the night market had already started.

On the summer solstice, the night market in Dingjiucheng not only sells all kinds of raw vegetables and fruits, but also a wide variety of fans and refreshing cosmetics.

Lin Du has never been interested in dressing up, but Xia Tianwu and Ni Jinxuan are extremely excited. Many merchants have set up arenas and prize-winning activities. People are crowded together, the air is filled with fragrance, and countless fans are hung as curtains along the way. The lights reflect each other, creating a beautiful scene.

Look at that!

The other four followed Ni Jinxuan's gaze and saw a cold jade sunflower fan hanging in the center. It was crystal clear, and looking at it brought a sense of calm and coolness. Most importantly, it was heat-resistant and would not be damaged by fire. It was a top-grade spiritual artifact.

The organizer is the largest magic treasure pavilion in Dingjiu City, and this top-grade spiritual artifact is the prize for today.

Lin Du and Xia Tian exchanged a glance. "That works."

Although this is a magical weapon for combat, it doesn't mean it can't be used to power a furnace.

The five people were eager to try. After learning the rules, they found out that the path was made of crisscrossing silk threads. Whoever could get to the top of the Magic Treasure Pavilion first and take the hollyhock on the top would win a prize, while landing would mean elimination.

However, you are only eligible to participate if you have purchased anything from this Magic Treasure Pavilion or paid a registration fee of ten spirit stones.

You might make a profit, but the boss is unlikely to lose money.

Buying other people's magical treasures is out of the question; the Supreme Sect Master will rely on his own efforts.

The five people exchanged glances, paid the registration fee, and successfully boarded the colorful silk thread adorned with all kinds of fans before the gong was struck.

As soon as the gong sounded, amidst cheers, dozens of people simultaneously channeled their spiritual power and leaped onto the silk threads.

"Look! Those are the young masters of the Supreme Sect!" Someone shouted, and a large crowd gathered to watch.

The silk threads were soft and resilient, but not stable. They could only be used to stay still for a short while. Five young Taoist priests, each with a different style, moved swiftly through the countless flower fans and crisscrossing silk threads with different footwork, like light birds in flight.

The others naturally didn't want to be left behind, and spontaneously began to intentionally block and position themselves. Minor exchanges without using magical weapons or killing moves were allowed, and soon all five of them were being targeted.

Lin Du used the opponent's force against them, Jin Xuan used brute force to overcome all their techniques, and Yan Qing and Mo Lin had solid moves, while Xia Tianwu's fist technique was also domineering.

The crowd below erupted in cheers and applause, treating it as a free mini-competition among disciples of a major sect.

Even so, some people took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was focused on these five disciples from major sects to rush up and seize the lead.

Mo Lin was the fastest and closest to the tall building, but he was entangled by many people.

Lin Du, whose divine sense had been constantly monitoring the surroundings, shouted upon seeing the situation, "Mo Lin, hurry up!"

She leaped forward and kicked the man away, then raised her hand to block ten men at once. Her movements were chaotic, and the colorful ropes seemed to have gained elasticity. Her figure in green was like a colorful phantom floating in the air.

Seeing this, the remaining few people flew over and stood guard at the ends of the dozens of silk threads connecting the tall building. They couldn't control the people above, but the rest of the people couldn't get up there.

"Hey, wait! Your Supreme Sect has no martial ethics! You're actually protecting one person out of four!"

Mo Lin lightly touched the ground with his toes, met the cultivator who was climbing up, grabbed the man by the collar with one hand, and gently sent him downstairs. Then he dodged a palm strike that flew diagonally from another person.

With sharp eyes, he spotted a cultivator on the other side who was about to touch the flower. He simply leaped forward, stretched out his hand, and rapidly channeled his spiritual energy, rushing forward without considering whether there was any room to slow down.

The young man had an extremely long arm span and snatched the flower first. Then, he quickly used his sword to propel himself across the shimmering, colorful glazed tiles, slicing a considerable distance before finally coming to a stop.

As the gong sounded, everyone stopped simultaneously. Countless complex lights, formed from spiritual energy, rose from the ground. Under the magnificent night sky, a young man in a black and gold robe held up the flower. His eyebrows and eyes were dark and colorful, reflecting the dappled light. With a twirl, he handed the flower to Xia Tianwu.

"Junior sister, you have your fan."