The Female Immortal Cultivator: Is There Something Wrong with My Beating?

My name is Su Jibai, I am eighteen years old, and I live in the small courtyard on the west side of Shuyu Peak of Qingwu Sect. Unmarried. I am the only male disciple on this peak for nearly a hundred years, majoring in talismans and medicine. Get up at three o'clock every day to practice swordsmanship, then draw talismans, identify medicines, and copy sect rules. I don't drink, and I only drink tangerine peel given by my junior sister for tea. I must go back to the house before the curfew at night, trace the moonlight before going to bed, stare at the lamp for a while, go to bed, and fall asleep soon. As soon as you wake up until dawn, you will never leave the eyes of those people during the day until the next day. It's just that occasionally, my inner demons can't find my obsession. Master said, this is called a clear Taoist mind, which is rare to see in a hundred years. I have no explanation. Some things are too troublesome to explain, like why the master always puts medicine at my door, the senior sister always remembers to mend my wrist guards, my name is always written in the inspection book of the law enforcement hall, and the little girl in the medicine garden has written down a piece of candy for three years. All of them have frighteningly high levels of cultivation, but they all like to use me as an excuse to compete with each other. I want to draw the talisman in peace, but no one inside or outside the mountain gate seems willing to leave me alone. The doctors said I was normal. Let me tell you, they are the ones who are abnormal.