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

Some people, you think they're there to put out the fire, but they're actually there to fan the flames.

As soon as Lin Du opened her mouth, Ju Yuan wanted to kowtow to this junior sister and wished he could personally cover her mouth.

But he can't.

He could only be thankful that Lin Du's master was Yan Ye, the one whose cultivation level had risen steadily after he focused on seclusion and cultivation, directly reaching second place on the Chongxiao Ranking.

Yan Ye is the youngest cultivator in the cultivation world to reach the seventh rank. His relationship with Hou Cang of Feng Dynasty is probably similar to that of Lin Du to Mo Lin Tian Wu: younger, higher seniority, and surpassing him in cultivation level.

Hou Cang now seems to be on par with Feng Chao, stuck at the fifth level of the Qian Yuan realm.

Once the most talented, he has faded into obscurity like everyone else.

Feng Chao wished he could applaud Lin Du, but only a child taught by Yan Ye would know how to say it.

The other party still didn't react much. It wasn't Xia Tianwu's simple indifference, nor Lin Du's instinct to hide his true feelings. It was like a deep pool, where neither the snow stopping nor falling could stir the slightest ripple within him.

"I have come to this familiar place to find old friends. I have not violated the rules of the Supreme Sect. Why does the Sect Leader exclude me?"

Lin Du roughly understood why Feng Chao was so angry.

Her master was not the previous head of the sect, Lin Tuan. He was an honest worker who had never thought about taking over the family business in his life plan. Suddenly one day, because the rightful heir quit, he was forced to take over and ruined all his plans.

Now, this person who abandoned his responsibilities disappeared for hundreds of years, and has returned as if nothing happened. Feng Chao did not kill him entirely because of the clan rules, city regulations, and personal morality.

Lin Du clicked his tongue inwardly. The normal people around him who were obsessed with love really bore too much burden.

Carrying a load of 10,000 tons, everyone is a victim of injustice.

Just as Feng Chao was about to speak, the wind and snow suddenly stirred, and someone came against the wind and snow, his heavy purple robe billowing in the wind.

The hoarse, drunken voice was blown away by the wind.

"You're back?"

It was just an ordinary sentence, but Lin Du saw a slight change in Hou Cang's expression.

A multitude of emotions flashed across those dark eyes in an instant, as complex as the last draft paper Lin Du had left to verify the formation, with many different things overlapping over and over again.

Stifled, anxious, embarrassed, cautious, meticulous, and ultimately silent—all these feelings were piled up on that piece of paper.

Lin Du vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The relationship between Lin Tuan and Hou Cang is perhaps far more complex than depicted in the book.

Before Hou Cang could reply, a righteous voice suddenly rang out in the wind and snow, "Disciple Lin Du greets Senior Uncle Lin Tuan!"

Immediately following Lin Du's signal, the disciples who had finally caught up lined up and bowed respectfully in unison with their junior uncle, saying in a grand manner, "Greetings, Grandmaster Lin Tuan."

Lin Tuan chuckled, "Kid, it's you again."

This child is so honest it's almost endearing; even his greetings are adorable.

Lin Du smiled brightly, completely unlike the arrogant attitude he had shown towards Hou Cang just now. "Because I heard that the number one talent on the Qingyun Ranking before me has arrived, I came here specifically to see what kind of person I will become in the future."

Feng Chao suddenly interrupted her, "Don't say that, it's bad luck."

How can that unlucky thing compare to their junior sister?

Hou Cang glanced at Lin Tuan in surprise. "Master, weren't you supposed to be in seclusion?"

"We have guests today," Lin Tuan said, his gaze still fixed on Lin Du.

That Snow Condensation Technique just now was far too genius-like for Lin Du, considering his cultivation level and the age at which he entered the sect.

No wonder he's number one in talent.

It did remind her of Hou Cang from the past.

He was exceptionally talented and full of vigor. In order to earn some praise from himself, he worked hard to cultivate and study, and often gave her unexpected surprises.

Because of her unstable background, she is exceptionally clingy.

It's roughly the same as Lin Du is now.

However, when that child was picked up, he was like a fierce and unruly wolf, while Lin Du looked like a delicate and fragile cat.

Lin Tuan's gaze lingered on Lin Du for quite some time, until Hou Cang couldn't help but speak up, "Guest, is that me?"

Lin Du suddenly clenched his fist and pressed it against his lips, then coughed violently, concealing the upturned corners of his mouth and also covering up the inappropriate words that Lin Tuan had blurted out.

This man was unusually insecure.

"Junior Uncle!" the people behind him called out in unison, "Are you alright? Where's your medicine?"

"Is there any medicine left?"

A group of people busied themselves, fawning over the slender young man in the blue robe, while even the ever-watchful and sarcastic Feng Chao had no time to pay attention to Hou Cang.

Lin Tuan was also startled, then realized that the child did look excessively pale and thin, as if he had been born with a deficiency. He took a step and moved over.

"Are you alright?"

Lin Du is doing very well, it's just that the play is about to come to an end.

She needed to hurry back and review Lin Tuan's script again, otherwise she really couldn't figure out how far things had progressed between the two of them.

Honey, things are probably like this now...

"Shut up first," Lin Du replied in his mind.

She has so much stuff in her head that even a 128-thread CPU can't handle it all at once.

Lou Weizhi and Lou Lintuan, those people in the world of Lanju, and Lintuan and Hou Cang.

It was even more complex and difficult to calculate than the ancient ruins and fragments of the formation her master had given her.

Lin Tuan checked Lin Du's pulse, then frowned. "Has Jiang Liang come up with a way to completely cure him?"

Lin Du shook his head. "Let's prolong life first, then we can slowly see how it goes. What if we find a cure in some rare book someday?"

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Du realized that Lin Du's heart condition was not just ordinary weakness or illness; it was almost as if it were shattered, like a bowl that had been crushed but still retained its original shape. You never knew when another force would cause it to completely collapse.

Her body is somewhat strange.

Jiang Liang must have done his best.

Lin Du seemed to have seen through Lin Tuan's thoughts and said with a smile, "Is this the first time you've seen such a weak living person, Uncle-Master? My talent is unique in this world, and my terminal illness is also unique in the world."

[Host, you're acting like a terminally ill but still positive and optimistic innocent flower. Aren't you overacting? You weren't like this at all before Lin Tuan came.]

A flicker of emotion crossed Lin Tuan's eyes, and he couldn't help but pat her head again. "Just ask if you need any medicinal herbs. We'll issue a sect order to have all the wandering disciples collect them."

As she spoke, she glanced at her disciple Hou Cang and said, "You too, keep an eye out for Lin Du."

Hou Cang glanced at Lin Du, pursed his lips, and replied in a deep voice.

Out of concern for Lin Du's health, everyone dispersed.

Lin Du spoke to the system through his consciousness, "I'm just openly acting, what can he do to me?"

She takes advantage of her sickly condition to commit all sorts of evil deeds without fear of being imprisoned or beaten.

"The child is still young and in poor health."

With these two major buffs, she's an untouchable ancestor even the most heartless, irresponsible scumbag boyfriend can't touch.