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

Lin Du grabbed Ni Jinxuan and Yan Qing by the collars, one in each hand, who were trying to rush up. "What are you going up there for? Go down."

Yan Qing didn't understand, but he chose to obey.

"It has to be the senior brother! He dashed out, while others were almost hit by flowers, he was still three levels away from the top, and he just dashed out, faster than a thunderbolt exploding..." Yan Qing exclaimed in amazement.

Being tall has its advantages, at least you have long arms.

Mo Lin's cultivation has stagnated for years due to damage to his spiritual bones. Because he has been working to repair his bones, he has grown even taller than before.

He then gave the flowers in his hand to Xia Tianwu, and the two of them went down together to receive their reward.

"That's good, Junior Sister. You can fry fewer stoves now. The bamboo forest on the back mountain is going to be cut down these days."

Amidst the commotion, Lin Du heard these words and nearly failed to dodge the flowers and fruits thrown down from the pavilions and terraces on both sides.

She looked up at the sky, and no matter how dazzling the background or how fragrant the summer flowers and fruits, it couldn't withstand the stark, steely aura.

Lei Liao.

But the onlookers obviously didn't hear this, and assumed that the tall and handsome young man had picked the flower for the beautiful female cultivator, causing a commotion.

Countless flowers fell on the two of them, and some people exclaimed that they were a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Today was a day of indulgence. After exchanging their rewards, the five of them went up to Xiangmanlou.

The waiter said they have plum wine today, which is perfect timing. It's a complimentary drink to try something new.

Ni Jinxuan's eyes lit up.

Apart from Mo Lin, none of the group had drunk alcohol.

The fruit wine was sweet and smooth on the palate, and the group drank it down like a beverage. Still not satisfied, each person asked for a jar.

Halfway through the meal, the children began to feel the effects of the alcohol. Listening to the singing and dancing coming from across the street, Yan Qing tapped her wine bowl with her chopsticks and hummed along, her face already flushed. She squinted her eyes and recited the lyrics.

Ni Jinxuan's face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed with drunkenness. "Junior Uncle, how come... you seem to have become two..."

"That's great, I have two junior uncles now, one cooks for me, and the other tells me stories..."

Lin Du, who retained only a trace of intoxication and had long since dissipated it with his spiritual power: ...

Even Xia Tianwu was a little drunk. He poured another cup of wine to calm his nerves, and then he suddenly became more talkative. He first talked about his alchemy and the furnace that exploded, then about the bamboo on the back mountain and the wheat in the fields, and then he started shooting indiscriminately.

"Senior brother, your bones haven't healed yet, and you're still thinking about sword practice all day long. I have to help you set your bones every few days, it's very tiring. You're a hundred years old, can't you be a little more mature?"

"You said I wanted more bamboo, but your own bones are like the bamboo you plucked from the back mountain; they're probably not even as strong as other people's bamboo."

Mo Lin: ...

He sincerely admitted his mistake but refused to change, saying, "I understand, I'll just swing my sword less."

"And Junior Uncle, do you know how many white hairs are hidden in your topknot? If you cultivated less and slept more, you wouldn't have such kidney deficiency."

Lin Du nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, time to sleep."

"And you! Yan Qing, you practice until you can't even lift your arms, and you don't even come to see a doctor when your muscles are injured. What, are you trying to make yourself look strong? Didn't you have an ancestor who was renowned for his scholarship? Don't you know the principle of moderation?"

Yan Qing roared, "What's wrong with a scholar wielding a knife! A scholar's hands can wield a knife! They can forge iron!"

"A true man stands between heaven and earth! He should wield a three-foot-long sword and achieve unparalleled feats!"

As he was about to step onto the stool to draw his sword, Lin Du quickly raised his hand and stopped him.

When Yan Qing saw Lin Du's face, she suddenly burst into tears, "Junior Uncle! The year you left, I really practiced my footwork diligently, really, but how come I still can't catch up?"

Lin Du: ...What kind of nonsense is this?

A little fruit wine wasn't enough to get Mo Lin drunk. He glanced helplessly at his junior uncle, "They've all had too much to drink."

"Let's take him home; he can't just sleep here."

Lin Du carried Ni Jinxuan on his back and supported Xia Tianwu, who was still unsteady on his feet, with one hand. Meanwhile, Mo Lin forcibly restrained Yan Qing, who insisted on brandishing his sword in the street. It took a great deal of effort for them to return to the sect gate.

The night breeze carried away the scents of the world, leaving them faint behind everyone.

Of the five people, only two were conscious, and both of them were covered in people. Lin Du, in particular, was the only one who was conscious. Ni Jinxuan insisted on having two junior uncles and wanted to drag one of them away. The three of them caused a chaos involving seven or eight people.

Lin Du cultivates a Heavenly-grade technique unique to the purest Ice Spirit Root, which not only lowers his spiritual power but also keeps his entire body temperature extremely low.

Because he had been drinking and was having trouble controlling his strange fire, Xia Tianwu clung to her arm and refused to let go, shouting, "I've found it! I've found a way! Junior Uncle, let's use this thing to make a pill furnace!"

Lin Du: ...Thanks for the invitation, but I'd rather not.

Amidst the chaos, a faint scent of blood wafted from the mountain breeze of the Supreme Sect at night.

Lin Du narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the person who had also just returned to the mountain gate.

Hou Cang's white robes had turned into blood-stained ones, and even his icy face bore the bloodstains of the demon's claws. Despite his disheveled state, he remained calm and composed, as if the injuries were not his own.

He was clearly injured to the point that he couldn't even fly the last few steps.

Hou Cang glanced coldly at the children who were making a ruckus.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared; he only found the noise bothersome.

Feng Yi quickly arrived and rescued Lin Du, who was almost torn in two by the two men. He also happened to see Hou Cang slowly moving back.

She saw right through him, "You can't even condense a trace of spiritual energy, yet you're still pretending to be strong. You're already on the verge of collapse, and there are plenty of other survivors around. Asking for help would interfere with your cultivation of the Path of Ruthlessness, wouldn't it?"

Mo Lin was taken aback. "Really? I thought Uncle Hou Cang wouldn't need any help."

Lin Du followed suit, saying, "I thought Senior Hou Cang's blood was mainly for stylistic purposes."

Hou Cang, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints with every step: ...

Feng Yi sighed, stopped looking at Hou Cang, and decided to rescue his youngest but most reliable junior sister first. He picked up Jin Xuan and took her back to sleep, while also informing Jiang Liang.

At this moment, Xia Tian was completely sober and didn't recognize anyone. Lin Du's cultivation level was not as high as hers, so he couldn't forcefully infuse her with spiritual energy to help her sober up.

Mo Lin finally managed to grab Xia Tianwu's wrist and send his spiritual energy into her. Fortunately, the two of them had practiced dual cultivation using spiritual energy when they were detoxifying before, so there was no rejection in their meridians. After a few cycles of spiritual energy circulation, he was able to help her sober up.

After all, Jiang Liang might not be happy to come out, and even if he did, Xia Tianwu would have to speak up for him.

After Xia Tian regained consciousness, she didn't react much. It was Mo Lin who let go first and told her about the current situation.

Hou Cang maintained his icy expression, but he did thank Xia Tianwu when he came to take his pulse.

"Fortunately, it's not a serious injury. It's just that too much demonic energy suppressed the absorption of spiritual power in my dantian. It's mainly an external injury."

Upon hearing this, Lin Du glanced at Hou Cang in surprise. That day, she had gone there to inform Lin Tuan that the source of demonic energy might be increasing.

Hou Cang heard about it, which is why he went to kill the demon.