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

Excessive blood loss is still very harmful.

The problem lies in the three large bowls of nourishing soup every day, and the endless strange medicinal baths.

The former was Jiang Liang's work, while the latter was the true teaching that Xia Tian learned from Granny Ma.

Lin Du sat in Xia Tianwu's bamboo house, holding a bowl of nourishing soup. His complexion hadn't returned, and he was already close to being sent away.

Ni Jinxuan placed a plate of specially made blood-nourishing and energy-replenishing dumplings made with rare and precious herbs in front of Lin Du. "Junior Uncle! Medicinal cuisine! Delicious!"

Lin Du forced a smile, looking down at the obviously irregular, strangely gray-purple striped dumplings of varying sizes, trying hard to find the right words.

"Did you make this yourself? It looks really... special."

Ni Jinxuan's eyes sparkled as she pulled out a notebook filled with the names of many medicines. "Right? I asked my second senior sister, and she said these would all be beneficial to you."

Lin Du's expression was complicated. "And then you added them all in?"

Ni Jinxuan nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"There are more than thirty kinds..." Lin Du decided to name it the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Pill. Other names were not worthy of this thing. Under Ni Jinxuan's expectant gaze, she handed over a Hou Cang pill. "Senior brother, you go first. You are so badly injured, eat something good."

Hou Cang looked down at the dough, which was obviously not mixed evenly and had too many color blocks. He hesitated, but it seemed that his junior nephew had made it by hand, so it would be inappropriate not to eat it. He silently took it and put it in his mouth.

He thought that no matter how bad it tasted, it would still be better than the cornbread he ate when he was a slave. But for a moment, Hou Cang only had four words in his mind: "What a waste of resources."

It wasn't that it tasted bad, but rather that it was so chaotic that it made it impossible to discern the main signal for a moment, causing the brain to completely shut down.

After the battle in the far north, the Fallen Gods were completely destroyed, and the demons that occupied that region were all devoured by their own people in the midst of the great war.

But Lin Du wasn't the only one who was truly hurt; there was also her vengeful senior brother who was forced to drink the medicine along with her, and the three little ones.

Not only do they need to take medicine and get bandaged, but they also need to sit in a row and listen to Cang Li play music to make up for the damage to their souls.

Fortunately, this time it was a zither, not a suona.

Lin Du lay there peacefully.

She felt balanced when she suffered alongside Hou Cang.

The Supreme Sect fell into a brief period of calm. The noisiest disciples were recuperating from their injuries, while the rest went to the border of Zhongzhou to sweep away evil spirits.

That day, Lin Du climbed out of the chaotic medicinal bath at the appointed time. He had just changed his clothes and turned around when he met Hou Cang's hesitant gaze.

Lin Du hastily straightened his hair ornament. "Your turn."

Hou Cang crossed his arms. "Wake up! I've been better for three days now. The only one who truly can't give up on treatment right now is you."

Lin Du yelled, "Then what are you doing here? Just here to watch me make a fool of myself?"

Hou Cang shook his head, his expression solemn. "When the fallen god dissipated that day, did you hear his last words?"

Lin Du truly didn't hear it. She had endured so many Heavenly Dao rules, her body containing mountains, seas, heaven and earth. In the end, when the mountains and rivers within her body collapsed, she had lost all five senses.

That day, she was first absorbed by spiritual energy, and then she received "divine power" in her mortal body. Every part of her body was overloaded, and the massive blood loss prevented her from thinking too much. After returning, her consciousness and body completely collapsed. Now she is a complete cripple, unable to use spiritual power and consciousness. If she tries to think, she will suffer a backlash from the rules, which is extremely painful. Therefore, she has not had the opportunity to review the events.

"Finally, the Fallen God said, 'You went to great lengths and risked most of your life to barely deal with a tiny fragment of the Fallen God. You will never know how vast and powerful a true god is.'"

Lin Du frowned slightly upon hearing this, enduring a dull pain within his divine palace, and asked, "Did you tell your master?"

Hou Cang shook his head, "Not yet, I want to talk to you about it first."

"After all, I must say that I will report everything in detail, but I don't understand why I saw my master's disappearance. Perhaps the fallen god deliberately messed with my mind."

Looking at his face, which had long since regained its usual aloof and cold demeanor, Lin Du inexplicably read a sentence into his mind: "No matter how many schemes and tricks you have, if you can't figure them out, then you're harmless."

Lin Du suddenly had some doubts: how could Hou Cang have become so obsessive in his previous life?

Sometimes, a lack of intelligence combined with not being able to speak can lead to 90% misunderstandings.

Lin Du stood lazily, casually leaning back on the nearest bamboo couch, his eyes lowered in thought.

Sometimes things don't have to be reasoned out in the conventional way.

In his previous life, driven by a fallen god, Lin Tuan offered sacrifices to the heavens, after which Cang collapsed.

The purpose of the fallen god was to offer sacrifices at Linshui, not to offer sacrifices to the heavens.

The Fallen God's target is Lin Tuan, but what does Lin Tuan have that the Fallen God would want?

The problem still lies with that formation, the formation that converts the Heavenly Dao sacrifice.

Lin Du frowned. It was a pity she had never seen that formation before, otherwise she would have been able to figure out what it was and what its purpose was.

What she cared about was not the way Lin Tuan disappeared in the eyes of the Fallen God, but the future outcome of Lin Tuan's sacrifice to the heavens.

Hou Cang's ability to discuss that with her immediately, instead of keeping it to himself, is a step forward.

Lin Du, determined not to beat around the bush, cut to the chase: "Senior brother, putting that aside, have you considered the matter of the sacrificial ceremony?"

Hou Cang paused for a moment, "Back when you were in the Underworld..."

Lin Du closed his eyes. "The seal on the source of demonic energy should be broken soon. In four years, a large number of the victims from that time will be born. Within five hundred years, resources will be depleted and broken because they cannot be recycled in time."

"So someone has to be sacrificed, right?" Hou Cang interrupted her.

Lin Du nodded and then shook his head. "Perhaps there is a better way, but I haven't thought of it."

Both of them fell into a brief silence.

When Wei Zhi came looking for them, he inexplicably saw these two incredibly lonely figures on a solitary peak. Just looking at the backs of their heads, he could feel the faint resentment emanating from them. The two figures, one green and one white, seemed to be sighing.

"Oh, what a worry!" Lin Du sighed.

"I'm so worried," Hou Cang shook his head.

"Want some?" Wei Zhi found it amusing. Lin Du was one thing, but Hou Cang was even older than him. How could he be playing with a child?

The two squatting men were startled when a wine jug suddenly appeared in front of them. They stood up in perfect unison, using their waists to generate power, and then delivered an elbow strike.

Wei Zhi retreated swiftly, covering half a mountain in an instant, carrying a wine jug with a smile on his face, but he looked anything but compassionate.

"It's rare to see the two of you quietly spending time alone together, without even sparring."

His voice was gentle and mild, without the slightest hint of anger.

Lin Du looked very apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't know you were here."

Wei Zhi didn't even twitch his eyebrows; that's a lie.

With Lin Du's intelligence and spiritual sense, how could he not detect his approach?

That is to say, there is still a possibility that Hou Cang will succeed.

"It's alright." Wei Zhi's tone was calm and gentle, his smile perfect. "I came to comfort you."

Lin Du said regretfully, "I'm still taking my medication."

"There is no conflict. It is brewed with the finest spiritual fruits and honey. A pot of it is worth millions in Yunmoro, and a small bottle can cure a person with congenital deficiencies."

Lin Du commented frankly, "You look like a salesman."

Wei Zhi was still laughing. "No, I just picked the most expensive one. Of course I have to emphasize that."

"You took this without asking?" Lin Du pondered the implication.

Hou Cang belatedly realized, "Wei Zhi, so all these years you've been bringing things to Master's place, you've been stealing them from the Tantric sect!"

Lin Du sighed, "Look at the difference between high emotional intelligence and low emotional intelligence."