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

Lin Du opened the last medicinal ingredient he had prepared for himself in his previous life, the Heart-Soothing Silk, and placed it in the box. It was indeed as thin as silk thread.

However, this thing is not silk thread, but a kind of aquatic plant in mountain streams that is extremely difficult to find. It is very difficult to see with the naked eye in the flowing water. It has no roots and flows freely at the bottom of the water. The only chance to catch it is to wait at the top of the waterfall and to do so on a moonless night, so that the Heart-Gathering Plant will not escape due to the light disturbance.

Lin Du sat on the ice bed, looking at the small tangled mess of silk, and suddenly laughed.

I was extremely anxious when I was looking for it, and I tried many times in vain, but now I use it much more readily.

It seems like I can't remember many of the hardships I endured.

Lin Du began to concentrate on refining the last medicinal herb.

However, after the Heart-Containing Silk was drawn into the body through the meridians, it traveled through the meridians with the spiritual energy in the major and minor cycles. It kept escaping rapidly, and when it leaked into the heart meridian, only a few strands were left inside.

The transparent filaments, infused with spiritual energy, now shone with a crystalline brilliance and slowly merged into the crack.

At this moment, that crystal heart, enveloped by the medicinal power and spiritual light, also displayed the same radiance.

However, there are still many fine threads that travel through the meridians.

Lin Du didn't give up. She was used to waiting and spending a lot of time enduring this kind of loneliness.

The sensation of the fine threads moving within the meridians was unpleasant, like tiny crystal threads that often pricked the meridians with a dense, itchy pain. Compared to the direct pain of refining various rare and precious materials in the past, it was a different kind of unbearable suffering.

Lin Du simply regarded it as a form of spiritual practice.

On the path of spiritual practice, everyone has their own hardships, and she has already had a very smooth journey.

During Lin Du's seclusion, Feng Chao had already taken the complete strategic deployment report left by Lin Du and held a secret meeting with the other sects to discuss it in detail.

She anxiously instructed Mo Lin beside her, "Learn from him. Once this matter is settled, you can take over as the acting sect leader. When you turn three hundred, I will pass the leadership to you."

Mo Lin resigned himself to following along, for it was either him or Tian Wu, but his junior sister's ambitions lay elsewhere.

Jin Xuan is kind-hearted, Yuan Ye is busy developing big businesses with Lao Jiu and Lao Shi, and although Yan Qing seems more suitable to be the sect leader, he has too many connections and prefers the Lun Dao Society he founded, so it would be inappropriate for him to do these things if he became the sect leader.

A sect leader needs more stability and integrity than being adept at social maneuvering. They need to be able to sit still and speak their mind so that no one dares to contradict them.

Mo Lin was at least very intimidating in terms of military force, which forced him to be promoted.

Feng Chao sighed as he looked at the silent stake beside him. Although the hundredth generation of disciples was full of talented people, he always felt that their sect was doomed and none of them were reliable.

While waiting for Lin Du to emerge from seclusion, Chu Guanmeng was bored and chugging wine when she suddenly remembered something: "Why are you still in the Supreme Sect, you dragon?"

Wei Zhi put the lid on the wine pot.

Chu Guanmeng quickly intervened, saying, "But you seem to only come out once every eight or nine years, so it won't make a difference if you have a place to stay."

Wei Zhi opened the wine jug.

"I was entrusted with this task, so I'm keeping an eye on things. Besides, the world is vast, and I'm penniless. It would be difficult for me to find a place to settle down and focus on my cultivation."

Chu Guanmeng fell into deep thought, then slammed her hand on the table, "So you don't have any money!"

Wei Zhi sighed seriously, "So, I can only stay somewhere, just like you."

He started arguing with Chu Guanmeng, "Look, all my belongings from when I was alive have been given to Lin Du, and so have yours. She moved all your old home away, and so have yours. I'm penniless and don't have any skills to make money right now, and so do you."

Chu Guanmeng shouted loudly, "I'm not like you! I, I..."

It suddenly stopped talking; no, it seemed to be true.

The current master of the Cold Moon Secret Realm is Lin Du. She eats and drinks Lin Du's food and drink Lin Du's water, and seems to be even less capable than Wei Zhi, who just found a place to sit and refine his true pills.

Chu Guanmeng bristled in terror, "No, no! I... I take up less space than you."

Wei Zhi casually raised his arm and drank, showing how easily someone with a small brain can be fooled.

Lin Du then went into seclusion for another ten years.

The threads were so thin that they were difficult to guide and control. At first, Lin Du thought that by constantly circulating spiritual energy, she could make these threads leak into her broken heart, but she was too young and thought too simply.

These fine threads are just like her—unconscious.

Lin Du could only begin to precisely control the spiritual energy, repeatedly controlling the spiritual energy within his body, narrowing the range, and filling his own heart along every crack, precisely filling each gap, connecting each segment, and then slowly wrapping and refining it into one with spiritual energy.

Filling in the gaps for three years, refining for three years, and mending and patching for another three years.

After it was completely filled, Lin Du discovered that when he looked inside, his spiritual energy could still see every crack, and even though they were all crystal clear, he could still distinguish them.

It's not that the refining was insufficient, but rather that the repairs already had traces of damage.

Once it's broken, it's broken. Even if its functions and strength are restored to what a normal cultivator should be like, it can never be restored to its original state.

Lin Du, on the other hand, had a good attitude. If he couldn't recover, so be it. At least he had no worries now and could unleash his full power without any worries.

In her final year, she successfully broke through the barrier with her accumulated spiritual power and reached the sixth stage, the Formless Realm.

Riding on the clear breeze and bright moon, Lin Du left the pass to face the Seventy-Nine Heavenly Tribulations of the Formless Realm.

The tribulation clouds accumulated rapidly, and Lin Du, standing beneath the heavenly lightning, easily blocked the Five-Nine Heavenly Tribulation ahead.

People who heard the noise from afar came out and began to divide the candy.

"The thunder came down with such a huge roar, but then it just disappeared all at once?" Yan Qing was stunned, holding her notebook.

"Junior Uncle blocked this lightning tribulation faster than I could saw wood," Yuan Ye commented.

"Your junior uncle's cultivation level is faster than yours at sawing wood," Ni Jinxuan commented bluntly.

Yuan Ye chuckled, "The matter of cultivation level is all about the heart, you know? It's all about the heart. Once I figure that out, my cultivation level will skyrocket."

"Then why are you so upset?" Ni Jinxuan retorted without backing down.

"Because I'm not good enough," Yuan Ye admitted frankly. "With such a heavy burden every day, busy preparing for war, how could I possibly be cheerful? Don't you see how well our mountain furnaces burn? It's like spring all year round, always emitting smoke. People think we're a fairy mountain shrouded in mist, but actually, it's all thanks to the boilers. Heh, didn't expect that, did you!"

"The final nine heavenly tribulations! They must be as thick as mountains by now!" Ni Jinxuan's attention had already shifted. "I wonder how Junior Uncle is doing."

Lin Du is doing very well, not only very well, but when he threw the lightning-attracting talisman, he even attracted some lightning to the sect's two lightning pools.

The Heavenly Dao has been largely completed, and the next thunderbolt is even more powerful, its sound so loud it hurts people's ears.

Lin Du shook his head. "You're really like someone who eats the food and then curses the cook, aren't you? Have you forgotten who painstakingly fed you into this state? Don't push your luck."

Another massive bolt of lightning struck, knocking Lin Du to the ground. The lightning power within his body surged like a tidal wave, and as it passed through his heart, it began to forge and refine it, repeatedly melting and refining the connections between each thread and between the thread and the crack, achieving an inseparable state.

Lin Du simply lay down on the ground, letting the lightning temper him, and remained motionless.

Lin Du endured the final three bolts of heavenly lightning raw.

The thunder rumbled continuously, and the lightning flashed incessantly, illuminating the forbidden area as if it were daytime.

"It's so bright down here. The soy milk shops down the mountain are probably starting to grind soybeans soon. How about we go down for breakfast after Junior Uncle finishes his tribulation?" Yuan Ye rubbed his hands together.

"I think it's a good idea," Chu Guanmeng suddenly chimed in.

As the thunder subsided, the sky brightened, filled with rosy clouds. The birds and beasts that had been terrified by the thunder and had been lying on the ground began to desperately raise their heads to welcome the divine rain.

Lin Du lay on the ground waiting for Ling Yu to finish repairing his body before getting up and turning back to his cave. Suddenly, he saw the defensive array in front of the cave that had been completely destroyed.

She paused and stared for a while. Her clothes were tattered, her face was glistening from the rain, but her gray pupils were unfocused. After a long while, she shook her head. "This won't work."

Yan Ye is no good. The Heavenly Thunder Defense Array he set up is already broken. How many years has it been?