Chapter 83

Lin Du had prepared many things, but was still very rushed. For instance, there were numerous books to read, many details to memorize, and the need to imprint her spiritual will on each throwing knife. She also had to practice how to throw and retrieve them, and force down the bitter medicine specially made by Jiang Liang to replenish her core energy, which would last for ten days or half a month.

In the early hours before her departure, Lin Du was still in the library. Fortunately, as a cultivator in the Qin Heart Realm, staying up all night wasn’t much of a problem.

However, there were still a few books for which she had not yet finished taking notes.

Lin Du was naturally fast at reading and had her own shorthand for taking notes. Reading through a book didn’t take her long, but there were simply too many books, and she still couldn’t finish all her tasks.

She was mindful of the library’s rules, and as dawn approached, she felt a bit discouraged. She put down her pen with a sigh and, absentmindedly rubbing her middle finger joint, noticed a thin callus that hadn’t been there for a long time.

It was quite unusual.

Lin Du was surprised and straightened her hand, looking at the callus on her middle finger. Just then, the voice in the library spoke up.

The first light of day was breaking through the gray haze.

“Take whatever you can’t finish with you.”

Lin Du responded instinctively, “Isn’t that against the rules? After all… there are sect prohibitions regarding the books in the library.”

“I can make an exception for you. After all, the books you have are not about techniques but are records of the Gu Sect’s history and the secrets of Yunnan, not confidential transmissions.”

Lin Du was taken aback for a moment. “Doesn’t the senior need to report this to the Sect Master or…?”

“No need. I can make decisions regarding the library.”

Lin Du stood up and first bowed to the senior. “Thank you, senior.”

A faint spiritual energy fluctuation appeared in the air, and Lin Du was lifted by a gentle and broad spiritual force.

The voice said, “No need for such formality. You are a disciple of the Supreme Sect.”

As long as you are a disciple of the Supreme Sect.

As the sky gradually brightened, the light from the night pearl in the room dimmed, until the daylight finally poured into the window, eclipsing the already darkened lamp.

Lin Du’s book was now almost blank.

She actually had a good impression of what she had read. She didn’t need to take notes for the sake of speed reading.

It wasn’t too urgent at this moment, so she put down her pen and quietly watched the rising red sun outside. The distant mountains towered high, with floating clouds. She couldn’t see the sun rise from the horizon, as the view was only of a gentle hilltop.

At this time, the distant mountain treasure hall of the sect was enveloped in a faint golden light, as if the silent green mountains had gained divinity.

Lin Du wasn’t actually tired, but the golden light made her squint slightly.

She recalled the night view when she first arrived at the Supreme Sect. At that time, Ju Yuan had said that such scenes would be present every day.

Lin Du had previously thought of it as just a game, insignificant. Despite the initial wonder, she had never felt any regret or longing.

In just a year, her state of mind had completely transformed.

This was the second time recently that she felt the Supreme Sect should exist for a long time. Although its population was not large, with its peaks and mystical realms, it should remain forever sacred and unmatched.

Lin Du thought, if it’s just the Demon Lord, then she should surpass him before he arrives.

An formation master who wants to kill doesn’t need to be at a higher realm than him.

At this moment, Ni Jinxuan, the little girl, poked her head out from the side window of the library. She didn’t come often because she was busy with tasks arranged by the Sect Master.

Lin Du heard a faint jingling sound and knew who it was before even turning around. “Up early today, rushing over before the morning class? What’s the matter?”

A little girl with a lily bun and scattered green glass hairpins appeared on the window ledge. With almond-shaped eyes and a peach-blossom face, her large eyes were already smiling. “Uncle Junior Master, the kitchen steamed red bean buns for breakfast today. I remember you don’t like them, so I made some rice cakes last night. Do you want some?”

The sun had risen high enough, and sunlight through the glass hairpins created a beautiful glow. The sunlight on Lin Du, who was by the window, made her green robe shine, as if a crane had come to life in the clouds. Even the red string on her wrist seemed to have golden runes flowing through it.

Lin Du smiled, “Let’s go to the dining hall. What about the soybean powder?”

“Super lots of soybean powder! All freshly made! It smells so good!”

Ni Jinxuan chuckled and waited for Lin Du to finish packing her books before heading to the dining hall together.

Making rice cakes was simple but time-consuming and laborious. Soaked glutinous rice was steamed and pounded, then coated with freshly ground soybean flour.

Such a simple thing, the aroma of glutinous rice and soybean flour was a fundamental taste. The rice cakes were sweet and sticky, and the soybean flour was fragrant.

Ni Jinxuan had made them many times, and besides sugar, she was good at making rice cakes. She had even broken two stone vats in the sect.

After breakfast, the three of them were the first to get up. The other children, unusually, didn’t rush to leave immediately.

After all, they took turns washing dishes. Those who ate slowly and left slowly might be caught by the dishwashers of the day.

Even with cleaning spells, everything still needed to be tidied up and placed in the right spots.

In a crowd, trying to finish eating quickly and escape without chores had become a kind of competition.

Mo Lin’s spiritual energy, meridians, and acupoints were all completely sealed. Since Lin Du had not yet reached the Core Formation stage, the three of them planned to take the spirit boat.

The three stood at the entrance of the dining hall, with three neat little children behind them. The elder who cooked breakfast was in the kitchen and did not intentionally disturb the children.

It was common for cultivators to travel. Gathering and parting were ordinary matters in a long life.

The elders had grown accustomed to it, but the young ones still felt reluctant.

Yan Qing looked at them with eyes as deep as a pond. “Uncle Junior Master, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I wish you a safe journey and good fortune. Senior Brother and Uncle Junior Master, take care of your health. Senior Sister, be diligent, and pay attention to your diet and rest on the road. I hope you achieve your goals and return safely soon.”

Yuan Ye nodded vigorously beside her, swallowing the words “smooth sailing” and repeating, “Return safely soon.”

Ni Jinxuan nodded obediently. “Senior Brother will definitely find a solution. Senior Sister, be careful on the road. Uncle Junior Master, take care of your health. If the food on the way isn’t good, remember to eat the rice cakes and sugar I made for you.”

The three of them waved at the flying boat as it took off.

“Go to the morning class,” said Mo Lin.

“Don’t forget to wash the dishes. Who’s on dish duty today?” Lin Du, as usual, was a bit out of tune. She never quite adapted to these overly sentimental scenes. The three pairs of shiny black eyes looked like small dogs at the door, as if they might run after them.

Yuan Ye’s expression immediately fell, and then he saw the spirit boat being propelled upward, into the high and distant clouds.

Ni Jinxuan instinctively tiptoed. “Uncle Junior Master!”

Yuan Ye suddenly seemed thoughtful. “Wait a minute, Uncle Junior Master and Senior Brother are both gone. Spring is coming soon, and the elders will be busy with the spring affairs. They won’t have time to take care of us. Who will cook for us?”

Yan Qing’s previously solemn expression vanished, and his eyes trembled. “Yes… Jinxuan only knows how to make rice cakes… and we don’t know how to cook at all.”

The two of them jumped up in unison and shouted loudly, “Uncle Junior Master!!!”

Lin Du looked back and saw the three figures getting smaller and smaller.

The little girl’s glass hairpins sparkled with light, Yan Qing’s hair ribbon fluttered in the air, and Yuan Ye’s golden embroidery seemed to dance like a dragon.

“Uncle Junior Master! I’ll miss you!”

“Uncle Junior Master! When will you come back? Or take me with you!”

“Uncle Junior Master! How will we live without you?”

The flying boat suddenly accelerated, and the wind dragged the youths’ shouts, eventually making them fade away into the wind.