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

As the last wisp of tribulation cloud receded, the people of the Supreme Sect were filled with worry.

"How about... we leave?"

"It seems that Junior Uncle really isn't coming."

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then said, "Since you're already here, watch it."

Anyway, these kids were really into watching the fight, and their excitement was no less than that of the cultivators who bought tickets to enter.

He Gui smiled and lowered his eyes, "Indeed, watching these children compete makes me feel much younger."

How energetic!

Feng Yi remained noncommittal, saying, "You're in your prime, still full of energy. This job will have to continue until Lao Jiu and Lao Shi come back."

He Gui: ...

"Junior sister... could you please not say such discouraging things at a time like this?" He sat dejectedly, glanced at the little cabbages next to him who were still growing up but already knew how to happily gnaw on chicken legs, and sighed again.

When will this batch of new chives grow?

The rain gradually stopped, and Ni Jinxuan was taken by Xia Tianwu to the villa to change clothes. Behind them, everyone was gnawing on a chicken leg and complaining that they were hungry.

Regardless of whether Lin Du comes or not, the lottery for the competition has already begun.

Lin Du wasn't as lucky as Ni Jinxuan; he had an opponent in the very first match.

But Lin Du hasn't arrived yet.

A commotion arose in front of the stage. If Lin Du didn't come, there would be twenty-four people, and the order would have to be rearranged.

Feng Yi got up, intending to have someone else go up and practice, since he was already here.

Just as Yan Qing was about to stand up, she saw a white arc of light in the sky ignore the forbidden flight formation in the stadium and swooped down from the stands at an extremely fast speed, like a shooting star in broad daylight.

Yuan Ye seemed to be deep in thought. "Yan Qing, don't you think this scene looks a little familiar?"

Yan Qing hissed, "Make a wish? Junior Uncle, hurry up and come!"

Lin Du was in a real hurry, so she used the array plate to directly shield the array within a ten-mile radius of the venue. Otherwise, she would have missed it if she had walked there.

The cultivator in blue robes landed decisively in front of the platform, cupped his hands in apology, and said, "This junior is Lin Du from the Supreme Sect. I apologize for being late; I just came out of seclusion."

The people on the platform were startled and looked at the young man in front of them.

The reason was simple: Lin Du's appearance had changed drastically.

Her facial features were still the same, but her previous black hair was gone, replaced by a head of white hair that looked exceptionally translucent in the sunlight. Her eyelashes were covered in white frost, and her dark pupils were covered with an abnormal white film, making her eyes appear pale, like a snowman.

She looks just like... just like her master, Yan Ye.

Yan Ye estimated that he himself could not give birth to someone who looked so much like him!

How can genetics be passed down from master to apprentice? Could they really be related by blood?

With a thud, the chicken leg in Yuan Ye's mouth fell out. He trembled as he patted Yan Qing's hand, who was also frozen in place. "Is that our junior uncle? How did he turn into a monster?"

Ignoring Yuan Ye's greasy hands, Yan Qing swallowed hard. "The face is the same, and the height is the same too."

He Gui leaned forward slightly, frowning. Lin Du had... forcibly interrupted his seclusion.

Lin Du blinked, brushing the frost off his eyelashes. He had rushed out and hadn't paid attention to his appearance.

She had set the timer for three days in advance, but as of yesterday, she had only absorbed half of the Snow Essence Pill, which was still in her dantian. Due to the influence of the Snow Essence Pill, her hair had turned completely white, and her eyes were filled with frost. It took her a lot of effort to forcibly stop sealing the Snow Essence Pill.

This hair probably won't go back to normal anytime soon.

From the seats to the stands, the murmurs of the crowd were becoming increasingly loud.

"Is this Lin Du?"

"Lin Du isn't dead, but why is his hair all white? Last time, when he broke the formation, it was said that his life force was overdrawn. Could this be... a sign of his lifespan waning? Is that why his hair has turned white?"

"It could also be a cultivation technique; her master has white hair and gray eyes, after all."

"...What kind of cultivation technique can make someone blind?"

"Perhaps it's divine punishment... divine punishment of fate."

Everyone speculated, but those around Lin Du all moved a step away from him.

The reason is simple: it's cold, a bone-chilling cold. This must be because I forced myself out of seclusion and couldn't contain my spiritual energy.

The people of the Supreme Sect are really going all out.

Lin Du's aura was that of the late stage of the Cloud Soaring Realm, and apart from the people from the small sects, almost everyone around him was already at the Great Perfection of the Cloud Soaring Realm.

The opponent glanced at Lin Du and thought to himself that it would have been better if he hadn't come at all. Wasn't this a loss? He would have been better off staying home and cultivating in seclusion. He couldn't even conceal his aura, so his foundation must be very unstable.

Lin Du's foundation is indeed not very stable. He is currently unable to control his spiritual power and can only release it outwards.

The two stepped onto the ring and bowed.

"Yi Zhen of the Crimson Cloud Faction requests to fight."

The Crimson Cloud Sect is mostly composed of body cultivators and sword cultivators. The person in front of him is a sword cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Cloud Ascension Realm. He is also a direct disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect and practices the sect's core Crimson Cloud Sword Technique. He can be considered a young prodigy.

Lin Du squinted slightly. Her eyes were still a little sensitive to light and not used to it. Even the most beautiful things in the world seemed blurry, like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water. She was probably nearsighted and had astigmatism.

No, that won't work. We won't even be able to see the exact location where the opponent draws their sword.

She raised her hand and summoned the Floating Life Fan, intending to finish the battle quickly, since there was just too much pure ice and snow power, and she needed to vent some of it.

Yi Zhen drew his sword and thrust it straight forward. Crimson flames blazed in the air, but the sword energy had only gone an inch when it hissed, smoke rose, and then went out completely.

Lin Du lowered his eyes slightly to show his apology. The power of extreme cold ice and snow is the natural enemy of mortal fire, and even if it is fire generated by sword energy, it will still be defeated.

A dazzling silver light shot straight towards him. Lin Du sighed, released his divine sense to determine the direction, raised his hand and unfolded his fan. With a snap, the sword blade grazed the iron fan.

Lin Du raised his hand and waved it, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy like a giant wave.

But the sword blade was violently lifted upwards, forcing the attacker to deflect it. In the next instant, Lin Du was in front of the man, and swung his fan out.

Yi Zhen hurriedly retreated to avoid the attack. The spiritual power of the person in front of him was extremely pure and cold. Even though his cultivation level was slightly lower than his, the person could still suppress his swordsmanship. For now, he could only unleash the most domineering move of the Crimson Sky Sword Technique that he had learned.

Lin Du kept her eyes down the whole time, not for any other reason than that the swords of these sword cultivators were all gleaming, and the reflection made it even harder for her to see the exact location, so she decided not to look.

But to opponents and bystanders, this demeanor appears as arrogance and disdain for others.

Yi Zhen felt slighted and anger rose in his heart. He channeled all his spiritual power, and his longsword hummed and slowly turned red. His spiritual power soared into the sky, and his sword moves stirred the heavens and earth. The sky, which had been clear after the rain, was now completely red.

Twelve crimson sword shadows descended from the sky, leaving no room for escape.

Lin Du looked up and whispered, "It really is astigmatism. There are multiple sword shadows everywhere. I might as well just cover my eyes for a while."

Despite her words, the spiritual energy she had accumulated during the brief interval had already risen from the ground along the fan, like waves rising on flat sea.

Rather than a giant wave, it was more like an iceberg from the seabed shooting straight into the sky, its spiritual energy gleaming with a chilling light. It smashed the twelve sword shadows to pieces, swallowing them up completely until they were no longer visible.

Lin Du did not stop. Instead, he changed his footwork and pressed straight at Yi Zhen.

Yi Zhen hurriedly raised his sword to defend, striking the fan directly with a clang.

As the frost descended, it ripped the faintly reddish sword, turning it into an eerie bluish-black color. In the next instant, the frost crept up the person's knuckles and wrists.

Lin Du kept his eyes downcast, the folding fan slipped from his hand, circled along the deflecting blade, and landed back in the person's hand. Then, he moved forward and pressed it against the person's neck.

Yi Zhen felt a gust of cold wind hit his face, and then the edge of his neck felt as cold as a consecrated sword blade grazing his skin, so cold it stung.

"You lost," Lin Du said calmly, then added politely, "The Extreme Cold Heaven technique counters your Crimson Sky Swordplay, so my victory is dishonorable."

Yi Zhen noticed the unusual gray eyes beneath the man's heavy eyelashes and seemed to understand something.

He sheathed his sword behind him. "I have lost, Fellow Daoist Lin. Your eyes... even now, they've still won against me. How can this be considered an unfair victory?"

"Thank you for your guidance; it was my skill that was lacking."

In fact, if one's cultivation level is higher, the restraining effect of the extreme cold power will be smaller, so Lin Du's victory was not unfair.

Lin Du nodded slightly in acknowledgment, put away his fan, and stepped off the stage.

They were actually the fastest to finish in this group.

Yi Zhen was no longer annoyed. He thought that he would try to fight Lin Du again sometime in the future. As long as he faced him, he would know the level of his swordsmanship and whether he could fight for a chance of survival even when he was being countered.