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

Lin Du ended up getting a few needle pricks, but putting everything else aside, her heart, which had been aching from anger because of her, finally felt a bit better.

However, after the acupuncture treatment, Du Shao's eyes were filled with sorrow.

Lin Du's heart condition is very bad.

The person involved didn't seem to be in any trouble at all. The ancient city had been almost completely searched, and more and more people were arriving. Lin Du saw that he would run into people every few steps, so he simply turned and walked away.

She seems to be unlucky by nature and has no affinity with spiritual plants.

Even though the road only goes to the left and right, and there are never any spiritual plants where she walks, Du Shao always manages to find one or two plants in the direction she chooses.

Lin Du felt that this was pure malice from the Heavenly Dao.

It seems she is destined not to be able to collect the spiritual plants that the system mentioned that can heal her on her own. At most, she can find some materials that can be used for refining weapons or engraving arrays, such as resin or deer antlers.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. The gate to the boundary slowly opened, and the cultivators scattered throughout the small worlds simultaneously stopped what they were doing.

Lin Du stared intently at the golden gate that appeared on the horizon. Millions of people had sacrificed their lives and spiritual power just to have that gate opened.

Doors are like this: those inside yearn to get out, while those outside want to get in.

"What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you coming?" Du Shao called softly to her. "Is your heart bothering you again?"

Lin Du reflexively moved away from Du Shao's outstretched hand. "No, I'm healthy, I don't need an injection."

She summoned her flying artifact, lightly jumped onto it, and said, "Let's go."

Hundreds of figures, each carrying arcs of spiritual energy, headed in the same direction. From a distance, they resembled countless rising stars, each with its own unique radiance—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. These hundreds of lights swept across the vast expanse of heaven and earth, like interwoven ribbons of vibrant color, dazzling and mysterious.

The elders of each sect had already left the tea room and were waiting outside for their children.

Behind Ju Yuan stood a female cultivator in white, aloof and quiet, with only a red mole at the corner of her eye adding a touch of alluring charm.

Looking at Xia Tianwu from afar, Lin Du thought of Wu Xi, who had been disfigured by her punch. She shouldn't have come today, so why did she come? What kind of ill-fated relationship is this?

"Senior Brother Juyuan." Lin Du landed in front of Juyuan, but his gaze went past him and looked at Xia Tianwu. "Why is Tianwu here?"

Ju Yuan coughed lightly. "What else could it be? When you were fighting that willow demon, you unleashed your Yang Soul Technique and overexerted yourself quite a bit, right? I told your fifth senior brother that ordinary Yang-tonifying pills are too potent for you, so I specially refined a milder, more nourishing pill and had Tian Wu deliver it to you."

"It's only a few hours to get back, there's no need to trouble her to deliver it personally."

Lin Du glanced at Wu Xi in the crowd and realized that he had punched her too hard. Wu Xi's face was still swollen and half of her face looked particularly comical.

That summer, even without this trip, would have been quite fitting.

"I'm worried about you. Come here and let me take your pulse." Xia Tianwu reached out and grasped Lin Du's wrist, taking his pulse with exceptional skill. His fingertips felt as if they were touching a cold block of ice, and Lin Du's brow furrowed slightly.

"Junior Uncle, you..."

"They're still alive."

Even an ordinary person who has been dead for seven days would probably be warmer than Lin Du is now.

If you say Lin Du has a bad fate, she can still walk freely and live well even with almost no yang energy left. If you say Lin Du has a good fate, she has already overdrawn almost all of her yang energy with one Yang Soul Technique. Just looking at her internal condition, she could go directly into the underworld and no ghost would doubt that she was a living person.

Lin Du looked innocently at his second nephew in front of him. This child really was just like his master, unable to speak properly.

"I'm alive, don't be afraid."

Summer rarely showed any facial expression, but at this moment, apart from a slight frown and worry in her eyes, her expression was as cold as Lin Du's body temperature.

She took out a jade bottle. "Junior Martial Uncle, Yang-Boosting Pills. Try two first."

Lin Du looked suspiciously at the larger-than-usual Yang-tonifying pill. "Are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

"In order to gently nourish the body, I added some ingredients to dilute and slow down the release of the medicinal power. Junior Uncle, don't be afraid. It wasn't me who made the pill; it was my master who made it."

"Ouch." Lin Du forced himself to swallow it, and the chilling sensation that had been flowing through his bones slowly dissipated.

The other three also came out one after another. Their condition was obviously much better than Lin Du's. They were forced to eat a common yang-tonifying pill each, and some white mist slowly appeared on their heads.

Lin Du thought he was seeing things for a moment. "Even though it's winter, isn't it a bit too much that you're all steaming hot?"

The three kettles looked at their junior uncle innocently, "We didn't want this either."

After taking the Yang-tonifying pill, the Yang energy in his body surged, and his whole body became hot. Then, like a kettle boiling, steam began to rise from the top of his head.

Several words flashed through Lin Du's mind: I've come to terms with it.

Xia Tian's expression remained unchanged despite her usual composure; only the slight trembling of her eyelashes betrayed her remorse. "I'm sorry, I made your Yang-tonifying pills. I might have overdone it, making them a bit too concentrated, which is why they're a bit too potent."

Ju Yuan and Lin Du simultaneously raised their hands to press their temples, while also covering their eyes.

Three small kettles were steaming above their heads, and in the daytime sunlight, the three white streaks of steam were even more noticeable.

Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed and tried to raise her hand to cover herself, but found that her outstretched hand was also steaming, so she had to give up.

Lin Du, however, did not forget the important matter. "Senior Brother Ju Yuan, there is something I want to talk to you about."

Ju Yuan lowered his hand, glanced at the elders of various families, and asked, "We're about to assess the disciples' progress. Is there a rush?"

Lin Du thought for a moment, "It's not in a particularly urgent situation."

"We'll talk about that later."

"Since it has already happened, trying to undo it will take too much time and effort, so an extra hour won't make a difference."

Ju Yuan: ...This doesn't sound like a trivial matter.

"Let's talk about it first. After all, they won't dare to judge unless I'm there."

Lin Du pointed to his ear, "I'd like to trouble you, Senior Brother, to set up a barrier that at least no one here can hear it."

Ju Yuan paused for a moment, then raised his hand to set up a barrier. "Speak freely."

"The willow demon ate a total of 197 people. I examined the age of the bones. The oldest one died about 600 years ago. In the ancient city, there were sacrifices and a Yin-gathering array. There were a total of 217 high-level cultivators' skeletons, of which 197 no longer had any remnant souls."

Lin Du succinctly recounted the events, "Therefore, I suspect that among those who entered this secret realm, approximately 197 people are no longer the original disciples from Zhongzhou."

Ju Yuan's expression gradually turned serious. "Junior Sister, you know that your guess is a bit bold and may stir up a storm among the various sects and factions in Zhongzhou."

Lin Du nodded. "I know, but I'm not guessing. I have evidence."

As she spoke, two bones appeared in her hand.

Ju Yuan: ...When did she pick up the bones?

No, why would she bring two bones out of the blue?

The skeleton twirled gracefully in the boy's right hand. Lin Du's voice was extremely calm as he said, "This is the skeleton of the first person to die."

Ju Yuan's gaze fell on her right hand, and then the white bone in her left hand also spun around.

"These are the remains of a high-level cultivator within the Lanju Realm Array."

"Of course, I have another piece of evidence, but the power of that remnant soul is probably only enough to say it once."

"Senior brother, you must make sure that the sect elders who hear what that remnant soul says can be completely trusted."

Ju Yuan's gaze rose and landed on Lin Du's face.

She was clearly a young girl with misty eyes and a few faint bluish tinges from the lack of rest she had taken over the past seven days. She still had the nonchalant smile she usually wore when talking to her own people, but she had already clearly arranged things for the elders of all the major and minor sects in the Central Plains.

Ju Yuan suppressed his surprise and delight, and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."