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

After Wei Zhi left, Lin Du settled into a routine of reading, taking medicine, and sleeping, living like an ordinary person within the sect every day.

The fragments of the fallen god have perished, but the evil spirits remain, and in order to survive, they have begun to attack spiritual practitioners more and more frequently.

Hou Cang suddenly realized that Lin Du's decision not to publicly seal the source of demonic energy was the right one.

Once revealed, the real culpability of the contemporary people lies with Lin Du.

They will not see that after the source of demonic energy is sealed, the artificial demons will have no more raw materials, the demonic tide that should have appeared in the past hundred years will be delayed and suppressed, the number of cities and regions that have been polluted, trampled and slaughtered will be reduced, and they will not see the speed at which the rules of heaven are eroded will slow down. They will only see frequent incidents of demons attacking people.

Lin Du's physique isn't strong enough to carry such a heavy burden.

During his time in the sect, Hou Cang often saw that figure, carrying a lantern, walking down the steps of the library late at night. His figure stood silently amidst the overlapping green barriers, like a hollow bamboo.

She walked silently to the forbidden area alone. On the table in the library, there were countless official reports from the borders of Zhongzhou and the demon race. The papers were not flat enough, indicating that she had read them many times in her hands.

The straight lines of text and Lin Du's figure, intertwined with the shadows of the trees on the ground, inexplicably became gloomy and somber.

Sometimes he would see Wei Zhi waiting for her downstairs in the library, carrying a tattered book in one hand and a pot of honey fruit wine in the other.

It doesn't look very proper.

Hou Cang merely glanced at it and said nothing more.

He was slow to realize things, not stupid. He came to his senses after a while. Actually, there was a backstory to Wei Zhi asking Lin Du if he regretted it that day.

In the once forbidden peach grove, Wei Zhi asked, "If it were you, would you be willing to sacrifice yourself for your cause?"

At that time, Lin Du's answer was yes.

A few months ago, Lin Du risked half his life to wipe out the Fallen God, almost with the determination to die for his cause.

So after Lin Du did all this, Wei Zhi came back and asked her if she regretted it.

Lin Du's answer was no regrets.

At that time, Wei Zhi said, "If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up," which was not just an empty saying.

What Wei Zhi said back then was true.

The one who truly had to shoulder this burden was Wei Zhi.

His words on the deserted island that day, "My spine isn't strong enough," were also true.

Lin Du put down his pen, wearily rubbing his temples. Chu Guanmeng lay beside him, basking in the moonlight. "Is this what you mean by just reading books without using your brain?"

"It's one thing to fool others, but don't fool yourself."

Seeing Lin Du begin packing his things, Bai Mao Bingzi reluctantly grew limbs and struggled to his feet. "Is that monk coming today? If he does, will he bring wine?"

"I don't know. After all, with his current strength, it would probably take him quite a while to travel back and forth from the Buddhist temple."

Lin Du calmly stood up, picked up the glass lamp, and Han Yueling climbed up the pole and lit the candle inside.

Chu Guanmeng followed the procedure naturally, but she could clearly sense that Lin Du's eyes darkened.

It silently wrapped around her hand. This time, Lin Du was completely unable to use spiritual power. All the meridians in her body had been paralyzed and shrunken by those rules of power, and she needed a certain amount of time to recover. These spiritual artifacts also needed spiritual power to open, which she could not do.

That's probably why she now needs to carry a lantern and travel at night.

As soon as Lin Du stepped out, he saw the person standing at the bottom of the steps of the library.

"What did you move today?"

Lin Du walked down the steps and walked side by side with Wei Zhi.

"Wine, and a dozen or so bottles of spiritual liquid." Wei Zhi coughed lightly. "I also grabbed a few Brahma Thunder Bamboo stalks and casually planted them at the foot of the precipice. They're good for warding off lightning and improving luck."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were just moving house like an ant," Lin Du commented honestly. "Didn't the Tantric sect keep you here?"

"My death won't do them any good. If I'm going to die, I should die within the source of demonic energy." Wei Zhifeng said calmly. "It's not like I emptied the entire sect. Haven't you ever seen a Tantric Buddhist temple?"

"The entire hall was filled with gods and Buddhas covered in gold and silver, piled with jade and pearls, glass, agate, pearls, coral, and all kinds of rare and precious materials."

He said it casually, "Back when I was giving lectures, many offerings were left in the Tantric school, and now it's just a matter of taking them back one by one."

Lin Du gave a perfunctory "uh-huh," and asked, "When does the master plan to move all the rare treasures from the Tantric sect?"

"Move until you feel it's enough, or go ask for more yourself." Wei Zhi looked down at the shadows of the two people at his feet.

The light from the glass lamp was faint, and the shadows of the two people swayed and flickered, like candles flickering in the wind.

"They let you take those things because your body is no longer able to repair your old injuries?" After saying that, Lin Du realized that he shouldn't have used his brain too much. If you don't use your brain, you lose your emotional intelligence when you have a conversation.

Wei Zhi noticed her steps falter and paused as well. "Nothing can be hidden from you."

Lin Du didn't reply; the words lightly brushed past his sleeve and fell to the ground.

Even after so much time has passed, the sword mark Yan Ye casually left on him still bears a faint scar; Lin Du's eyesight has always been excellent.

For cultivators, having scars means either that they are strange, fatal wounds, or that they no longer have the spiritual power to repair them.

Yan Ye knows his limits, so it can only be the latter.

Despite his remaining cultivation, Wei Zhi struggled to swallow the dragon to counteract the extreme cold and heat of the Frost Moon Stone, driven by his inner conflict. In the end, even in moments of peace, he was unable to control his spiritual energy to heal the wounds on his hands.

Lin Du didn't believe Wei Zhi could be evenly matched with him at first, but now he understands.

This person has indeed never broken the precept against lying.

"I've done a rough calculation. If all the materials are complete, the success rate is about 50%." Lin Du paused, "But give me some more time, until I can use my divine sense again, then I'll calculate it again."

Wei Zhiping said calmly, "There's no rush. Let's talk about it after I recover."

"I brought you wine and spiritual liquid not to urge you to quickly recover your consciousness, but so that you can at least drink it before bed and fall asleep peacefully. Don't let such heavy thoughts keep you tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep when you have to live according to the routines of mortals."

He turned his head and looked at the dark circles under Lin Du's eyes. "It's time to rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Du watched his retreating figure as he tried to leave first, and uttered two words, "Lin Tuan."

Wei stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Lin Tuan, he sacrificed his life for his cause." Lin Du uttered a few fragmented words.

Wei Zhi stopped himself from taking a step, turned around, and asked, "Why her? Didn't you ask about Hou Cang before?"

Lin Du shook his head. "I don't know."

This is a mystery she has yet to solve.

She hadn't guessed it in her past life either.

"Lin Du." Wei Zhi reached out and took the glass lamp that she could barely hold. "Since you understand everything, how can you not understand that you are not the only one in this world who has to bear that responsibility?"

"There is more than one savior."

"One person's spine cannot support this whole world. You are the mainstay and the leader, but there are millions of people who are willing to straighten their backs as well. You may be the first person to straighten your back, but you will not be the last."

"Without you, I wouldn't have realized that there really is such a person..."

He smiled and said, "A crazy little guy who doesn't really want to live, yet so desperately wants everyone else to live too."

"It must be very lucky to be friends with someone like you."

"If there is anyone in this world who can truly become a saint, I think it would be you."

Lin Du didn't speak for a moment, and Wei Zhi walked ahead of her with a lantern.

That was the way she took back to Luoze Cave.

Wei Zhi suddenly felt a burning sensation on his hand. Looking down, he realized that the flame lit by Han Yueling was flickering and shining through the openwork glass lampshade, almost licking his hand.

He continued forward without looking back, but counted the steady yet extremely light footsteps behind him. When he looked up, he suddenly remembered a sentence from a Buddhist scripture that he had memorized perfectly when he was young.

A person driven by desire is like someone carrying a torch against the wind; they will inevitably burn their hand.