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

Lin Du suddenly cupped his hands and bowed, "This junior, Lin Du, the ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect, pays respects to Immortal Venerable Lin Tuan."

Even she, who lives in the forbidden area, has never met this person in the sect. At least she should first register her name with this senior love-obsessed person.

This shout was so righteous that it startled Wei Zhi and Lin Tuan, as well as the person on the ground who was imprisoned by Wei Zhi's spiritual pressure.

Lin Tuan adjusted his expression, and his voice carried a hint of mild drunkenness as he spoke, "The ninety-ninth generation. There aren't many in my generation who haven't ascended yet. Are you perhaps the last disciple of one of my junior brothers?"

"This junior is a disciple of Immortal Venerable Yan Ye." Lin Du maintained his original posture.

She wasn't a person who respected etiquette, and Yan Ye had never received any courtesy from her, but at this moment, she did it naturally and convincingly.

"Oh, that little brat."

Lin Tuan is of high seniority and advanced age, but she has been unable to ascend due to a knot in her heart. Nowadays, few people in the cultivation world mention her name.

The number one in the world lives in seclusion; the number two is in seclusion awaiting ascension; and the number three achieves his golden body through unorthodox means.

Lin Du felt that there were too few normal people in the cultivation world; everyone was a little abnormal, so even the normal ones were not normal anymore.

"How do you know I'm Lin Tuan? Even Yan Ye rarely sees me, and probably wouldn't even mention me."

The woman seemed slightly tipsy and took the initiative to start a conversation.

Lin Du couldn't admit he had a cheat code, so he quickly came up with an excuse.

"The wine in the Immortal Venerable's hand is the Drunken Jade Mountain from the Supreme Sect's inner treasury. I happen to have the sect's inner treasury token and entry and exit records."

This wine is unique to the Supreme Sect; it's a specialty of the sect, kept in their inner treasury, and is an aged wine not sold to the public.

Even a cultivator at the seventh level of the Taiqing Realm would be overwhelmed by the taste of the wine, hence the name "Drunken Jade Mountain".

Lin Tuan glanced at her in surprise. "Fengchao is becoming increasingly unscrupulous, abusing child labor."

Lin Du's face finally regained its former liveliness. She nodded vigorously, looking miserable, "I just finished repairing farm tools today."

Lin Tuan hissed, "But your master also practiced those things when he was young, so could this be considered... a master-disciple inheritance?"

Lin Du felt that it was difficult to tell which of the two sect leaders was more reliable.

It is also, to some extent, a sect's inheritance.

"Honestly, this kid's master is no good," Wei Zhi suddenly interjected.

Lin Tuan tapped Wei Zhi on the head with the wine jug, calling him by his full name, "Lou Wei Zhi, how can you steal my people to my face like this?"

"Lou Lintuan, I did your Supreme Sect a favor." Wei Zhi turned to look at her.

"Please call me by my Taoist name." Lin Tuan's peach blossom eyes met the Buddhist cultivator's gaze without fear, their depths filled with the wind and snow of the deep night.

"Then please call me by my Dharma name." Wei Zhi slightly raised his hand, adjusting the bamboo hat, showing no sign of yielding.

Lin Du felt like sparks were about to fly at her. Adhering to the principle of helping family and upholding justice, she suppressed the amusement and scrutiny in her eyes and broke the ice, asking, "Do you know how long it takes my master to come down from the Supreme Sect?"

"If this person can kill me in a single breath, then I should admit that I shouldn't have rushed into this level without any precautions today."

"But..." Lin Du slightly raised his chin, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, "Is that even possible?"

Wei Zhiyi choked back a sob; he could never win an argument with this sickly little girl.

The Buddhist monk continued working silently with his head down, picking up the man who had become like a dead dog, packing him up and throwing him into a rough burlap sack, the rustling sound echoing incessantly.

"Immortal Venerable Lin Tuan... that person is probably one of the people our Supreme Sect is hunting down." Lin Du didn't forget the important matter.

"I've seen the totem on that mask before in the world of Rangus."

"I know, I saw the sect's kill order signed by Feng Chao."

Lin Tuan paused, then added, "Anyone who dares to intercept and kill a disciple of the Supreme Sect deserves to die."

Lin Du hesitated, wondering what this Buddhist cultivator meant by acting as if he couldn't kill them all and was going to take them all away.

Those weren't our people, not even from Zhongzhou.

There are very few Buddhist practitioners in the Central Plains. The main gathering place for Buddhist practitioners is in Yunmolu, which is a long way to the southeast from the Central Plains.

Among the eight major Buddhist schools in Yunmolu, Tantric Buddhism is the most prominent, and Wei Zhi originated from Tantric Buddhism.

The main practice of Taoist cultivation in Zhongzhou is internal alchemy, which is different from Buddhist cultivation.

This person is a complete outsider.

Lin Tuan gently patted Lin Du's head. "We adults will handle this. Don't worry about it."

Her fingertips were cool to the touch. Lin Du blinked and suddenly instinctively grabbed Lin Tuan's sleeve.

The high-level cultivator, who was over two thousand years old, paused for a moment, seemingly remembering something. He didn't move, tacitly approving of this somewhat offensive action, and turned his gaze to this overstepping junior nephew.

The child looked up at him, his small face filled with inexplicable affection. His eyes were clear and bright, and just moments before he had looked at Wei Zhi with coldness and even a wary killing intent, like a vigilant fox. But now he looked at him with completely dependent eyes, like a newborn kitten.

Lin Tuan was momentarily stunned. The coldness in her previously indifferent peach blossom eyes melted away. She reached out and touched her face again. "It's alright, trust me."

"So, Master Uncle, are you leaving now? Won't you have New Year's Eve dinner with us new disciples?"

Lin Du thought that if she let go this time, she didn't know when she would be able to see this mission target again. She had to at least leave a reason for meeting again next time, or at least leave a trace of his aura so that she could transmit his voice in the future.

It's unclear what touched Lin Tuan's heart this remark about, but her gaze drifted into the distance. She stared at Lin Du for a while, then chuckled softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the alcohol, "He really is still just a child."

"I won't go. When you're older, come to the forbidden peach grove and find me for a drink."

Wei Zhi suddenly interjected, "You bunch of kids who only care about eating have finally remembered to check on you, the one who has advanced to the next level."

Lin Tuan glanced at Wei Zhi and said, "Take it away. No blood allowed, or you'll scare my children."

Wei Zhi chuckled lightly, "I am a Buddhist cultivator, and I cannot bear to see bloodshed."

He had broken all four of the man's limbs and stuffed them into a sack, so there was no chance of blood being drawn.

Lin Tuan was clearly trying to scare the child, to make the child afraid and not to interfere.

The space rippled slightly, and Wei Zhi was propelled away by Lin Tuan and disappeared into the inner room.

Lin Du remained in place, lost in thought. Perhaps there were things hidden outside the plot, things even the system was unaware of.

For example... Wei Zhi, who never appeared in the original storyline, and Lin Tuan Immortal Venerable seem to be quite familiar with each other.

She planned to go back and take a closer look at the plot of Lin Tuan's book, when suddenly she realized something.

"No...it's a barrier! Open the door! I'm still inside!!!"

If she were to break through the barrier that ranks third on the Chongxiao List, the entire restaurant might be destroyed.

Lin Du looked helplessly at the barrier in front of him, silently thinking that cursing people during the New Year was unlucky.

A few breaths later, the space fluctuated again, the barrier slowly dissipated, and a hurried apology reached Lin Du's ears, "Sorry, I almost forgot, I'll make it up to you next time."

Lin Du looked at the open window, where a cold wind carrying a thin layer of snow fell into the room. Helplessly, he held the Floating Life Fan to his forehead.

Just then, she heard frantic calls for help coming from outside the barrier.

"Where's Junior Uncle? How come he disappeared after advancing a rank?"

"Junior Uncle! Junior Uncle, where did you go! Did you leave because you ate all 120 plates of meat and didn't leave any for you? No way, we can order more!"

"Holy crap, Junior Uncle! Where did you come from?"

The high-level cultivator's barrier was created silently. From Mo Lin's perspective, all they could see was a cultivator in a blue robe suddenly appearing in the previously deserted room. Facing the wind and snow outside the window, he was leaning against a fan and laughing with a fierce aura.

Looking at the scene before him, Mo Lin whispered, "Tian Wu, don't you think that Junior Uncle's appearance is exactly like the way the famous contestants of the annual Flower Queen Competition in Nanfeng Valley make their entrance?"

Xia Tian thought for a moment, "There was no murderous intent in the eyes of those famous people in the hall."

"How about I give you a surprise during the Lunar New Year?"

Lin Du glanced at them and said, "Shouting and yelling like that, you have no manners whatsoever as disciples of a major sect."

The cook, carrying a cleaver, burst into the inner room, thinking he had eaten someone to death while dining at the restaurant. He then witnessed the young master perform a miraculous illusion of a person appearing out of thin air.

He silently gripped the kitchen knife tighter. Fine, he couldn't stand it. The disciples of the Supreme Sect were truly outrageous.

The cook almost couldn't hold the knife properly.