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

The music from the zither abruptly stopped. Yuan Ye stood up and dusted off the non-existent dust. "Ouch, this guy's bones are hurting my butt."

"Let's go," Lin Du called out.

"Where are you going, Junior Uncle?"

"Going to collect scraps? Where to?"

The four people left first, walking briskly and leisurely, as if they were just strolling around.

As soon as they turned the corner, Lin Du started running.

The remaining three people were stunned and confused, but they also started running.

"Junior Uncle, why are we running?"

"If we're too late, we won't be able to grab anything good. Let's go to the shops that sell magical artifacts and rare treasures and gather all the good stuff."

Lin Du made arrangements, "I reckon there are quite a few treasures in the big mansions. Let's split up and act quickly, otherwise we'll miss out by the time they realize what's happening."

The three of them lit up, glanced around, and headed into the mansion.

As soon as the people from the Supreme Sect left, the few cultivators who were still shaken by the experience suddenly realized, "Let's go. Lin Du just said that this is a city, and there must be something to pick up inside."

The group dispersed in all directions.

"Where did the people from the Supreme Gang Sect come from?"

"Right there."

"Oh, then I'll go in another direction."

I really don't want to clash with those people from the Supreme Sect.

Their elders acted as if they had never been taught morality, and their methods were terrifyingly cruel.

Someone glanced at the scattered skulls on the ground, curiously stomped on them, and jumped up, clutching their foot in pain.

"This skull is so hard, how did Lin Du manage to crush it with his bare hands?"

Who knows?

The group dispersed, laughing and joking.

On the earth, the wind howled and roared like a rampaging dragon, sweeping across the desert with world-destroying power. The earth trembled and groaned, and the cities that were originally buried under the yellow sand were completely unveiled.

The cruel, naked truths, like the piles of white bones, were laid bare before everyone's eyes.

The wooden carts of street vendors were rotten and broken down. Everywhere you looked, there were skeletons in strange poses, like puppets. They seemed to be in motion. Some were still standing stiffly, some seemed to be bending over and picking out goods, a pair of skeletons were still holding hands, and some were holding a tiny skeleton with a gold lock collar hanging on it.

When the strong winds passed and the city was fully exposed to the sunlight, these skeletons, each in a different posture and still holding their last poses in life, finally collapsed with a crash, becoming a pile of meaningless bones.

The cultivators from Zhongzhou who had entered all stopped searching for things when they saw the crumbling skeletons.

Suddenly, they seemed to hear a soft sigh.

The world is collapsing, and the world is changing. Humans are the most fragile thing in the world.

Heaven and earth still exist, plants and trees continue to grow, birds and beasts are reborn, only the cultivators left behind the most tragic legacy.

This is their world of rhymes, where people consider themselves the masters of the world.

But when the world collapsed, only the human cultivators were the first to lose their lives.

The world doesn't care about these piles of bones. Whether they will eventually collapse into an insignificant speck of dust in the void, it's all evolution, death and rebirth. What humans seek is not what the world seeks.

Lin Du stood inside a shop, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and raised his hand to cast a cleansing spell.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

She spoke softly, but the skeletons behind the counter could no longer hear her.

The spirits of these ordinary low-level cultivators were completely annihilated when she set up the Ghost Gate Formation.

The collapsed land cannot connect to the underworld, nor can it be used for salvation.

She bowed her head and mourned for three seconds, then immediately began emptying the shelves.

Some things have lost their spiritual power due to the passage of time and have become scrap metal, but the things sealed in the box are still useful.

Lin Du began searching with practiced ease. With a simple reach, he threw away what needed to be thrown away and quickly put what needed to be put into his storage ring.

The four members of the Supreme Sect swarmed through the area like locusts, leaving no stone unturned, not even sparing the drawers, cabinets, or the back warehouse.

Later, whenever the monks saw that the shop was clean and free of dust, they would silently withdraw their feet and turn around and leave.

The people from the Supreme Sect looked like uneducated violent madmen, but they managed to plunder all the valuables, almost dragging away the stone lions at the entrance.

The monk was inwardly grumbling when he suddenly heard a heavy thud as something was being moved. He turned around and saw the slender, thin boy in blue robes moving an iron lion at the entrance of a large mansion.

"? No, Fellow Daoist Lin... you can't be serious, can you?"

Lin Du glanced back at the cultivator. "What do you mean it's not that serious? Didn't you see it?"

The cultivator was stunned. "What?"

"This iron lion is made of meteoric iron and black gold. What is the price of black gold these days?"

The cultivator shook his head. "I am a magic cultivator."

What does the Faxiu want black gold for?

Lin Du said "Oh," and added, "Not to mention other places, even in our Central Plains, one tael of black gold costs about this much."

She held up two fingers and casually bent them.

The cultivator was still in a daze. "Two hundred spirit stones?"

Lin Du clicked his tongue, "You cultivators really don't understand materials at all."

"Please enlighten me on the exact amount, Fellow Daoist Lin." The cultivator wasn't annoyed; he was simply curious.

"Two high-grade spirit stones."

Fa Xiu's eyes widened. "Holy crap? That's 20,000 spirit stones per tael?"

He slowly shifted his gaze to the other iron lion.

Lin Du hurriedly threw what he had in his hand into his storage ring, and with a swift movement, blocked the iron lion. "Hey, fellow Daoist, though you're saying this, you're a magic cultivator. What would a magic cultivator need black gold for?"

"...Then what do you need the black gold for? You don't look like someone who cultivates artifacts."

Lin Du casually raised his eyes, "I am unworthy, but I am a disciple of Immortal Venerable Yan Ye."

"Yan Ye... Yan Ye...??" The cultivator's eyes widened. "That... the Immortal Venerable Yan Ye, who could freeze the entire Central Continent with a single sword strike?"

Lin Du put the other iron lion into his pocket, clapped his hands, and nodded slightly with satisfaction, "It is indeed my master."

Although... that old guy probably couldn't freeze the entire Central Plains with a single sword strike.

"I'll take my leave now, fellow Daoist." She kicked open the door of the mansion, and about fifteen minutes later, she walked out of the house with a smile on her face.

As expected, wealthy and powerful families have a lot of good stuff.

Different worlds have different specialties, and she really made a fortune this time.

People not only need to read more books, but also need to buy more groceries.

He knows everything from astronomy and geography to the prices of vegetables.

Suddenly, a hurried voice sounded from the disciple token at his waist, "Junior Uncle, come to the City Lord's Mansion immediately, there is a formation in the inner treasury."

It's Yuan Ye.

They had only been practicing for less than a year, and apart from Lin Du, who specialized in formations, the others knew very little about formations.

Lin Du glanced at the direction indicated by the disciple token. Taking a detour was inconvenient, so he decided to take the shortcut directly.

A person wearing a blue and white fox fur cloak leaped onto the top of the courtyard wall and then flew all the way up, as light and agile as a flying goose.

As soon as the cultivator entered the courtyard, he looked up and saw a blue shadow fly past, with a few stray white hairs falling from the air.

Fa Xiu remained silent for a moment. Who exactly said Lin Du was a sickly person?