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

As the year draws to a close and the weather grows cold, the fleeting years fade away.

A heavy snowfall turned the continuous mountain ranges of Wushangzong into a snowfield.

With a clang, the snow on the eaves was shaken off and fell in a flurry, and two sighs echoed from the drafty farm implement storehouse.

"Is it almost over? We all agreed to go down the mountain together for some antique soup today? Those incredibly thin slices of spirit mutton, dipped in sesame sauce and wrapped in sesame cakes... hey, I can't say anymore, my stomach is growling louder than the wind."

Yuan Ye rubbed his hands, which had been working as a carpenter for too long, breathed on his palms, and rubbed his ears, which were stiff from the wind.

Lin Du finished repairing the battle-worn and battered magical artifact's array before stopping. "Didn't we agree to go down the mountain together at Chenshi (7-9 AM)? It's still early."

"The snow is falling so heavily that it's impossible to tell day from night."

Yuan Ye jumped up and turned the luminous pearl on the octagonal glass hanging lamp. The thin, soft light illuminated a small corner of the warehouse, where various farm tools were neatly stacked.

Once activated by spiritual energy, one can cultivate the land, sow seeds, water, fertilize, and remove pests on their own. There are all sorts of things, a dazzling array, but one can clearly see the patchwork marks of another year's work.

Lin Du held a stick-shaped crystalline strip in his mouth for illumination, squinted, and intently examined the array's route with a pair of tweezers.

Yuan Ye had no choice but to pick up the saw and the wood again, step onto the bench, and start sawing away.

Cultivators don't have the custom of celebrating the New Year, but today is indeed the last day of the old year. The only thing that shows the liveliness of the New Year is the various activities held by shops in different cities to promote people's consumption.

"I heard that every shop in the city makes ice lanterns every year during the Lunar New Year; they can carve all sorts of things."

Lin Du raised an eyebrow. "Ice lanterns?"

"Oh, today the eldest brother was thinking of making one for the junior sister, but unfortunately he's good at repairing houses, but his carving skills are really not good, so he changed it to building a snowman with a shovel."

Wood chips fell softly, and a cold wind blew in, mixed with snow. In the dim light, it was impossible to tell whether it was snow or wood chips.

Yuan Ye cursed under his breath, then silently picked up a plank and began nailing it to the window frame.

A person in a crimson robe walked in, raised his hand and cast a spell to stop the snowstorm. "With such heavy snow, you're still working? Go take a break. I didn't really expect you to finish this month."

Lin Du, with the glowing stick in his mouth, turned his head and mumbled, "Senior Sister."

Feng Chao smiled slightly and tossed each of them a red brocade storage bag. "Don't spend all your annual allowance as personal disciples on the first day of the new year. Mo Lintian and the others are waiting for you."

The two laborers were forced to drop what they were doing. They scanned the contents of the box with their divine senses. The spirit stones, medicine, and basic pills were packed into boxes.

"Senior sister, is this from this year or next year?"

Feng Chao glanced at them sideways. "You're bothered by this?"

Lin Du understood. It was obviously for the New Year. It was only paid out during the Chinese New Year, and was distributed as a year-end bonus in the form of salary. The company's performance was so-so that it was good to have it, at least it wasn't just a red slip.

Feng Chao closed the warehouse door for them and herded them away like sheep in a circle.

Yuan Ye hadn't forgotten to invite the sect leader to come down the mountain with him.

Feng Chao smiled and shook his head, "You kids can play by yourselves."

Once a monk is over one hundred years old, he rarely cares about his age anymore.

Lin Du and Yuan Ye arrived later, while Ni Jinxuan was skiing down a small snowy hill ahead.

Mo Lin was responsible for pushing her cart at the top of the mountain.

The little girl slid right up to Lin Du's feet.

"This shape... isn't that the missing wooden pouch from the shelling machine we just repaired?" Yuan Ye's eyes slowly sharpened.

Lin Du crossed his arms. "Yan Qing slipped and fell down, and if I'm not mistaken, she removed the heads of the two shovels and the wooden sticks, right?"

"It seems...so."

The two of them sneered in unison, looking at the two troublemakers who had increased their workload.

"No, who taught you to do this?" Yuan Ye shouted.

"What?" Yan Qing held a stick in one hand and stood on two flat, concave, pointed iron blocks. "You mean this? Senior Sister Tianwu said that when they first entered the sect, Uncle Cangli and Uncle Juyuan made them play with this."

So, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will also be crooked.

Lin Du raised his hand and pressed his temples, then said, "Never mind."

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain for lunch. It's a rare day when we don't have to cultivate."

Mo Lin flew down, with Xia Tianwu beside her. Today, her clothes were no longer white with dark patterns, but adorned with colorful embroidery of flowers and butterflies. The red plum blossoms on her head also added to her charm.

Lin Du glanced at it a few more times.

When summer looked over with a questioning gaze, she gently complimented, "The red plum blossoms complement the ice and snow perfectly."

"It suits you very well."

Xia Tian smiled, pursing her lips. "I finished reading the storybook you gave me while I was refining pills."

Lin Du actively interviewed this person to get their thoughts.

"I think... this wolf demon needs to cultivate more alchemy skills; medicinal ingredients aren't used like this."

"This author must not have studied alchemy."

Lin Du was unusually speechless. "You're right."

She really hadn't studied it.

How did this cold and aloof second disciple, who was solely focused on alchemy, become a love-struck character in the story?

"It's just a storybook, it's a collection of tales, not a classic text on alchemy."

"But it is indeed a fallacy. According to the method in the book, after the little grass demon becomes pregnant, the spirit fetus is taken out and used as medicine. The fetal soul is already formed. Although the medicinal power is purified, it is a very ominous thing. When the evil power returns, the person who takes it is very likely to be haunted by resentment, or even... possessed by the fetal soul."

"No matter which healer or cultivator, even a demon that feeds on human essence and blood, would do something so counterproductive."

Lin Du's eyes flickered slightly. "Is that so?"

"Yes, if it wasn't made up by the author, then the little wolf demon would be really stupid."

Summer is silent and serene.

"However, wolves themselves are not very intelligent; their brains are so small, it's to be expected that they aren't smart."

Lin Du nodded. "That's good. It's better to be a little stupid."

They showed absolutely no awareness that they themselves might also be criticized and included in the criticism.

A group of six people entered the private room they had reserved in advance, and the waiter came up to order.

"Give me a hundred plates of mutton and twenty sesame seed cakes first."

The waiter's hand trembled slightly as he held the teacup, his voice rising, "How much?"

"One hundred plates... isn't that a bit too few?" Mo Lin glanced at them. "Then... one hundred and twenty plates?"

The waiter, who could always hold a cup of tea steadily without flinching even if someone smashed the shop, suddenly trembled, and the cups rattled and made a crisp sound.

"One hundred, twenty dishes? Are all the masters from the Supreme Sect coming to eat this year? Isn't this private room too small?"

"No, it's just the six of us." Yuan Ye rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. "Let's go, we're starving. And remember, bring plenty of sesame sauce."

The waiter walked out like a lost soul and went to the back kitchen where he met the chef who was impatiently slicing mutton.

"Tell me, how many? Twenty plates?" The chef, holding a knife, impatiently lifted his eyelids.

"One...one hundred and twenty plates."

"How much???" The chef raised his cleaver.

"Supreme Sect... Top-tier private room, 120 dishes. The young monks said they're hungry, in a hurry, hurry up."

The cook cursed and slammed his knife down on the wooden post. "Let them do it themselves! Let them do it themselves! One hundred and twenty plates, are you trying to kill me?!"

"Does the Supreme Sect have a total of 120 people in the sect?"

"Oh, there are six of them."

The waiter was happy when he saw the initial shock dissipate.

"How many?"

Six.

The chef gritted his teeth and picked up his knife. "I'll take the lamb to their private room and cut it myself. I want to see how six people can finish 120 plates."