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

After dealing with Qi Zhen, Lin Du leisurely went to Luo Ze.

Yan Ye sat alone on the ice, seemingly in a meditative state, but there was no trace of any energy flowing around him.

Lin Du stood in front of him. "Still angry? Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Yan Ye didn't even open his eyes, and the person meditating slowly shifted to a different angle.

"Weren't you supposed to be probing the soul?"

"I won't investigate." Yan Ye simply turned his back completely.

He was so angry at the time that he was practically bursting with rage, and he was deliberately making things difficult for him.

There was a wisp of his divine thought within Lin Du's divine palace, so it was impossible for his soul to be devoured without his knowledge.

Yan Ye was annoyed by Lin Du's temper. He had been spoiled by those people and had become so lawless that he dared to swallow Xue Ling. When he came back, he didn't dare to say a word to him and never consulted him about anything.

Lin Du hummed in agreement and took out a stack of papers. "I finished calculating the third book yesterday. Take a look."

"Go find your senior brothers and let them teach you. Anyway, I didn't raise you." Yan Ye continued with his sarcastic remarks.

Lin Du went around in circles, "You're my only master. I'm a genius in formations, after all. Besides the top formation master, who else in the world can teach me? Or are you afraid I'll master formations by the time I'm thirty, so you don't dare to teach me?"

"Who wouldn't dare teach you? Mastering formations at thirty? You're young but have quite the nerve. Give it to me!" Yan Ye opened his eyes and took the opportunity to back down. "Even if I disagree in the future, you can't hide it from me. There's no such thing as hiding something from your father."

"Got it." Lin Du drawled, his face lighting up at the slightest hint of approval. "How about it? I might not be a complete success, but I'm certainly a minor one, right?"

Yan Ye glanced at her, holding a thick stack of papers in one hand. He beckoned her, and Lin Du leaned over, thinking he was going to point out some mistake. The next moment, she was pressed into Luo Ze by spiritual power.

Lin Du immediately cursed a hundred times in his heart.

Meanwhile, the white-haired, eight-hundred-year-old "father" had calmly flown to another location. The neat and clear array diagrams and surveying process in his hand were still clear, not even a corner was blown up by the wind, and he was very stable.

Yan Ye shook his head with regret, his wild and unruly face full of carefree smiles. "Touch the top of the waterfall at least three times before coming out."

Lin Du still has a lot to learn about the saying "old ginger is spicier."

When Lin Du came out, her lungs felt like they were about to burst. Yan Ye had already finished grading her homework. "There are a few places that need improvement. Take it back and revise it yourself."

"Okay." Lin Du dried himself off, took the stack of papers, turned to leave, then turned back and said, "I'm leaving?"

Yan Ye gave a perfunctory reply, then shooed the person away like a mosquito, marking the end of their reconciliation.

Lin Du returned to the library. Han Yueling lay on the top of the library, refusing to come down even if it meant death. The library now gave it the greatest sense of security. There was a powerful being inside, and it was also Lin Du's base. Although the decoration was simple and ancient, Lin Du said that knowledge was money, so this was the richest place in the Supreme Sect.

It felt so comfortable there that it stopped going to the dining hall for meals every day.

If it were the Cold Moon Spirit from two days ago, it could have happily accepted Lin Du's offer of ten roast ducks as an apology. But now it's just a small lump of dough, unable to conjure up any hands or feet. It doesn't want to move at all; it just wants to bask in the moonlight.

Lin Du asked the elders in the library to help look after the spirit, and they quickly agreed. Taking care of a spirit that was too lazy to even speak was not a troublesome matter. As long as the spirit was present, that was fine. And coincidentally, there was an extra piece of translucent glazed tile on the roof at night.

Everyone in the sect is now extremely withdrawn, from Lin Duchu and Guan Meng to Qi Zhen, a disciple of the Wushang Sect, they are all unusually quiet.

The former actively secluded himself for spiritual practice, while the latter was forced into seclusion because he was taking several large basins of bitter medicine every day, making it impossible for him to eat. As soon as he lay down, the bitter liquid would rush to his throat, leaving him with no choice but to passively seclude himself.

Qi Zhen is now like someone who has swallowed a bitter pill, and it's a real bitter pill; he can't say a word at all.

Saying you don't want to drink is for your own good.

The people watching him drink the medicine weren't the cunning ones, but Ni Jinxuan, who genuinely believed he needed to take it.

Qi Zhen used to think that being naive was a good thing; at least Ni Jinxuan was the only person who was willing to help him when he was suffering, even while remaining skeptical.

But now he feels that if people are too naive, it's like the bitter melon he's been forced to drink. It may be useful in the eyes of kind people, but only the person who drinks it knows that their earnestness and pity are not only useless but also incredibly bitter.

Qi Zhen felt that if he continued to drink more, he didn't know if his illness, which he didn't actually have, would get better, and his body would become "marinated" (i.e., "infused with flavor"). So he decided to say a few words.

"Senior sister, I think I don't need to take my medicine anymore."

"But Second Senior Sister said you're not fully recovered yet, and it will take a long time to make up for the deficit." Ni Jinxuan's eyes always shone with light, and when she looked at you intently, she looked like a little lamb that had never encountered danger on the grassland, its eyes shiny and wet.

Qi Zhen felt that this explanation was probably not convincing, so she changed the subject, saying, "Senior Sister is always so kind-hearted. If you were to encounter someone whose fate is unknown while you were out and about, and you didn't know whether they were good or evil, would you still save them?"

Having been influenced by her junior uncle's nonsensical talk before he tried to avoid taking his medicine for years, Ni Jinxuan accurately grasped the situation: "Does that mean bad people don't need to get treatment and take medicine?"

Qi Zhen was speechless for a moment, not realizing that the Supreme Sect was actually so benevolent, saving people regardless of whether they were good or bad.

He thought this to himself, then lowered his eyes and said softly, "How can we protect such a kind-hearted senior sister? What if she's taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives?"

Ni Jinxuan explained earnestly, "Those who served in the dungeon of Junding Prefecture could also be healed."

Then it went on to serve.

"If you can't tell the difference between good and bad, but someone asks for your help, you can't just stand by and watch them die."

As for the fact that they were rescued only to find out they were bad people, that's another story.

Even demons who haven't done anything wrong can escape the punishment of the laws of Zhongzhou Junding Prefecture.

Qi Zhen was speechless, took the iron basin and painfully drank the medicine, then turned and went back to his room, saying he needed to recuperate.

The Demon Lord was in a bad mood due to the bitterness of the poison, and the Demon Realm was terrified of him.

The reason is simple: these days, evil spirits are increasing, and everyone is enjoying their meals. Once they're full and satisfied, they start thinking about other things, like power and status.

As luck would have it, news spread at that moment that the Demon Lord was trapped.

Some of the demons are born without brains or cunning, but that doesn't mean they're truly unintelligent, so each of them sent people to investigate the truth.

As a result, none of the spies who had infiltrated the Demon Lord's lair were found in Fan Qiancheng's villa; they were all skinned, dismembered, and eaten clean by the Demon Lord's subordinates.

But none of this prevented the lords from concluding that the Demon Lord was truly absent.

Some daring lords wanted to take over the Demon Lord's lair and promptly sent him a challenge that they knew would never be accepted.

To everyone's surprise, just as the challenge letter arrived at the door, a figure appeared on the top floor of the Yinghuo Tower.

It was none other than the Demon Lord Qianyu.

The lord wanted to seize the Demon Lord's position, but unexpectedly, he delivered himself to the Demon Lord's doorstep and became a fat sheep, feeding the already disgruntled Demon Lord.

This time, the Demon Lord returned not only to suppress the restless demons, but also to punish an elder.

Outsiders were abuzz with discussion, wondering why he had punished his own subordinates.

There are all sorts of rumors. Some say it's an inside man who provoked the lord there, some say it's the culprit who spread rumors to cause chaos in the demon realm, and others say that the demon lord's personality might just mean he simply doesn't like people.

All of these could be manifestations of evil spirits, but a third possibility is also very likely.

Anyway, it wouldn't go against the demonic nature for the Demon Lord to kill an elder who had followed him for hundreds of years, so everyone discussed it for a few days and then dispersed.

But the demons in the Yinghuo Tower regretted it not long afterward.

Qianyu received a report: "Venerable One, it seems we killed the wrong people. There's another group of demons transformed from people in Kongxiang Valley."

Qianyu, who was venting her frustrations in her room, was so angry upon hearing this that she wanted to tear someone apart.

"You killed the wrong person? Didn't you have incriminating evidence that the Fourth Elder frequently went to the Demon Encounter Valley to collect demonic energy? Now you're telling me you killed the wrong person?"

Qian Yuyi's face twisted slightly, her voice hoarse, "You really don't want to do this anymore? How about I send you to reunite with the previous Demon Lord tomorrow?"

The demons over there were clearly too frightened to move. After a while, a woman's voice laughed and said, "Your Excellency, please calm down. But the biggest threat we face right now is still these righteous cultivators from Zhongzhou. That Hou Cang Zhenren comes to the Demon Realm to kill demons every few days. Even if the demonic energy overflows as quickly as possible, it can't compare to how many he kills."

Upon hearing this, Qianyu's eyes narrowed. "Him? Call the Third Elder. I have my own plans."