Chapter 5

Lin Du’s calm demeanor was unusual. When selected by the Supreme Sect, even the least conspicuous of people would show some unconscious joy, so He Gui couldn’t help but wonder if this child didn’t understand what the Supreme Sect meant.

He spoke gently, “Child, would you like to join my Supreme Sect? We are the number one sect in Zhong Zhou, with abundant cultivation resources. We will certainly not treat you poorly.”

Lin Du nodded, “Sure.”

Her nonchalant attitude made He Gui wonder if she would say “sure” to anyone who asked her to come along.

Little did he know, Lin Du was a woman with a script. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of joining another sect.

In the original text, she joined a sect with one of the female protagonists, with very little detail.

In the original text, it says, “Besides Ni Jinxuan, there was also a pale, blue-robed youth who was selected. He looked extremely weak and frail, born with deficiencies, but he had extraordinary talent and was taken as a closed-door disciple by the ancestor who was about to ascend.”

The female protagonist pitied this naturally weak junior uncle and often cared for him during trials. As a result, she received numerous unspoken favors from this seemingly cold but kind-hearted junior uncle, which not only highlighted the female protagonist’s kindness but also provided her with many upgrade items and even a key token for stealing the sect’s treasures.

In the end, upon learning the truth, she was heartbroken, regretted day and night, and died.

Lin Du’s assessment was that he was just a tool.

Not even considered cannon fodder.

The child eventually ended up with the Demon Lord in a happy ending, never once remembering that the incident had indirectly led to her junior uncle’s death. Lin Du’s death was truly worthless.

“Actually, child, I see you have a congenital weakness and sluggish meridians. If you come to our Ji Shi Sect, we are the top medical cultivation sect. We will surely be able to heal you one day.”

An elder from the Ji Shi Sect, with white hair and beard, couldn’t help but speak up.

Seeing others trying to recruit her, the He Gui Sect also spoke, “Although our He Gui Sect is not as good as the Supreme Sect, we are also one of the three major sects in Zhong Zhou. Among the thousands of law cultivators, half come from our He Gui Sect. Why not consider us?”

Dozens of eyes were fixed on the child, as if Lin Du were a rare treasure.

“I take medicine, which is quite expensive,” Lin Du said, “so…”

She suddenly glanced at the empty seat that had never been shown.

The elder from Ji Shi Sect looked at her with anticipation, excited. Medicine costs money, but their own medicine wouldn’t cost anything!

The elder from He Gui Sect puffed out his chest. Their law cultivators had money to spare.

The elder from the Supreme Sect was taken aback. He wished he had learned from the smaller sects and picked a good reputation. It was necessary to maintain a certain appearance.

“Then, I’ll choose the Supreme Sect.”

After all, from the script’s perspective, the Supreme Sect didn’t seem to lack spirit stones.

If they were short on money, would they be so obsessed with romance? Surely they’d be focused on making money!

He Gui Sect and Ji Shi Sect both slowly questioned.

Could the Supreme Sect’s wealth and medicine have any connection?

The Supreme Sect was also stunned, then immediately stood up joyfully, forgetting to maintain the high-status composure.

“Don’t worry, our Supreme Sect will certainly not treat you poorly.”

After all, their ancestors were rich.

He Gui was very pleased, “You’re weak, so come and sit down first.”

Standing for too long would be quite tiring.

Lin Du was about to leave when she was suddenly lifted by a force and placed on a cushion behind the desk.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something. Just as she was about to call out to the elder, she found she couldn’t speak.

This wasn’t in the script!

[The script doesn’t include the part where you’re contested by the three sects on your way up the mountain.]

Is this the butterfly effect blowing over her?

Lin Du was speechless, suddenly feeling a pair of large hands cover her eyes, then quickly move away.

“Turn around.” A soft, affectionate voice whispered in her ear.

Lin Du turned as instructed and saw Elder He Gui seriously calling out names while holding a booklet.

……

“Turn left.” The voice carried a hint of helpless amusement.

Lin Du turned and met a pair of extraordinarily captivating phoenix eyes.

Sharp, dark eyebrows, double eyelids, deep and alluring eyes, with a graceful upward slant, yet delicate eyelashes hanging down, showing a complex expression of both resistance and allure. The eyes had a natural charm, with a faint blush at the corners that looked like an inherent seductiveness, but not overly feminine.

But… these bewitching eyes were on the face of a Buddhist cultivator.

With a green stubble on his head, an exceptionally good head shape, and sculpted features with a perfect bone structure.

Though it was very strange, it was the first time Lin Du wanted to describe a monk as a beauty.

So strange.

But there was something even stranger—the Buddhist cultivator’s neck was wrapped with complex patterns in red and black, making him appear even more otherworldly.

“……So, are you stunned?” The Buddhist cultivator slowly smiled, looking at her with interest, “I have something to tell you. The Supreme Sect is quite poor. If you come with me, I can guarantee you will become the top genius in the cultivation world. How about it?”

Lin Du did not remember such a character in the original plot.

She pondered for a moment, “What benefit does this have for you?”

He had just given her a thousand spirit stones, and now he was trying to abduct her. Was he burning through his money too fast?

Both the monk and the system were stunned.

Wasn’t she supposed to ask what benefit this would have for herself?

Wei Zhi was taken aback for a moment before he chuckled and rubbed his forehead, “You really are…”

Indeed, having come from the mundane world, she saw things with such clarity.

Yes, what benefit could it have for him?

She was asking about his purpose.

“I just… feel…” Wei Zhi’s aggressive gaze swept down from her brows and eyes, finally locking onto her again, “It’s interesting, isn’t that enough?”

“Not enough.” Lin Du just stared back at him, “Of course, it’s not enough.”

Those who acted solely on interest were usually people with substantial backgrounds and resources.

But what if such people found things uninteresting?

Lin Du was exactly such a person. When she acted on her whims, it was often at its most ruthless.

This monk might be someone who typically snatched disciples in the Zhong Zhou, or perhaps he wanted to embarrass the Supreme Sect, or maybe he just found her interesting. But none of it concerned her.

Wei Zhi sensed a hint of a kindred spirit in this sickly brat person.

“Really not coming with me? Whatever they can offer you, I can offer you too.”

Lin Du replied, “The bald head is too unattractive; I don’t want to be bald.”

Wei Zhi: … That’s actually a reason.

“You don’t have to shave your head. I have many secret top-grade cultivation methods that I’ve acquired.”

“… What kind of Buddhist monk doesn’t shave his head? Don’t try to deceive me just because I’m brat.”

Wei Zhi nearly laughed himself crazy. He didn’t expect this sickly brat person to be so amusing. He covered his face, laughing uncontrollably, his long fingers showing a refined luster, every movement carrying an enticing charm.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Wei Zhi, from the Zhong Zhou. They call me,” he paused, looked up with a free-spirited smile, “the Demon Monk.”

He pointed to the crimson-black markings on his neck. As the sunlight fell on his face, it shone even more brightly, “These are demon tattoos.”

“I swallowed a dragon-could-be transformation serpentine.”

Years later, when Lin Du fully understood the cultivation world, she would only want to say to this Demon Monk in front of her, “I respect you as a man.”

By swallowing a dragon, he became a half-demon.

Thus, he achieved a golden body.

No madness, no survival—a Buddhist monk who took this demonic path to a golden body, and succeeded.

A Buddhist monk who attained the golden body was at the pinnacle of combat strength in the cultivation world.

“Mm.” Lin Du responded calmly, “You have quite the appetite.”

Wei Zhi fell silent. I ate a dragon; do you know what that means? I’m really fierce, aren’t you afraid?

The whole cultivation world trembles in fear at his name, yet this newly-initiated sickly brat person had silenced him with a single sentence.

Whether this brat one was truly ignorant and therefore unafraid, or if those born with the pure Ice Spirit Root from the Xiaohans were genuinely indifferent to such things, was still unknown.