To alleviate Ji Xiaoyao's worries, Shang Lin shared his thoughts with him, but the man simply looked down at Old Man Chai's hand and silently hummed in agreement.

It has to be said that at this moment, Shang Lin and the tower spirit were somewhat similar in their amazement at how Ji Xiaoyao's taciturn personality could be so endearing.

However, he didn't say anything. After all, everyone is different, and everyone's experiences are different. He just wanted his disciples not to become real demons and monsters and wreak havoc on the world.

Before Shang Lin and Ji Xiaoyao had even returned to the hotel, Xing's father transferred 50,000 yuan to him, thanking him for taking care of his wife and daughter these past few days and telling him to buy something to make up for it.

To be fair, earning 50,000 yuan in half a month is a considerable sum for a minor, but for Shang Lin, the money disappeared as quickly as it came, vanishing in an instant.

However, he was aware of the current situation of their sect, and he was a little worried. Money is so hard to earn but so easy to spend!

No matter how much Shang Lin felt sorry for the money, or how hard it was to earn it, he still had to spend the money he needed to spend, such as buying medicinal herbs from a Chinese medicine shop for a medicinal bath. Of course, most of the herbs for the bath came from the Dragon Spirit Tower; otherwise, he would have just thought about it.

I really have to thank Lü Yao by name for taking such good care of the medicinal herbs in the Dragon Spirit Tower, which are full of spiritual energy. While I was working on the herbs, Shang Lin was thinking about how to thank Lü Yao.

As Shang Lin lay down in the bathtub, she noticed the scales on her chest. They had turned into "tattoos" again. How strange! Who exactly was the original owner of this body? Was she really a half-human, half-demon hybrid?

What puzzled Shang Lin even more was that he had exhausted his spiritual energy last night, but when he started cultivating again tonight, he had actually leveled up to the third level of Qi Refining. This was beyond his imagination. No, was it backwards?

Based on my physical condition last night, it would be good enough if my cultivation level hadn't regressed. How could it have advanced instead of regressed? Could it be that this body is the type that becomes stronger with each setback? That would truly be an extraordinary talent.

Shang Lin was lost in thought when the Divine Lord suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him with surprise and asking, "You leveled up?!"

"Hmm." Facing the tower spirit, Shang Lin remained calm. "Has the area inside the Dragon Spirit Tower become larger?"

The Divine Lord immediately laughed and said, "It's gotten bigger, even bigger than when you leveled up before. The higher your cultivation level, the larger the Dragon Spirit Tower's medicine garden will be. Perhaps one day it will be able to supply an entire sect."

After saying that, she turned around in front of Shang Lin and said, "Look at me, I've grown bigger too."

This was the first time Shang Lin had ever seen the God so happy, almost like a child. But the next second, he saw the God's face darken, and he asked with a puzzled look, "That's not right. You looked like you were about to die at any moment last night. I wonder how long it would take to recover. How did you level up?"

Shang Lin smiled and spoke the truth, "I don't know either, maybe I'm just exceptionally talented!"

The deity gave Shang Lin a disapproving look. "You are exceptionally talented in the cultivation world, but you're just a sickly person in the human world."

Shang Lin nodded in strong agreement, "Yes, but I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about Shang Lin."

When Shang Lin said this, the Divine Lord didn't react for a moment, but after he did, he looked at him with a probing expression and said, "I think Shang Lin has a lot of secrets."

Shang Lin nodded in agreement, "I think so too. But anyway, isn't this a good thing? Lü Yao is busy again, right? Ask him what he wants, and I'll buy it for him."

Upon hearing Shang Lin's words, the God-King's attention was diverted. "My potato chips are all gone, why didn't you buy me some? What's the point of just watching dramas on a dry basis?"

Shang Lin subconsciously asked, "Hasn't the little snake ever bought one for you?" He didn't need to explain such a small thing, did he? Besides, how much She Jinxing admired and missed his master, the Divine Lord.

The deity coughed somewhat awkwardly before saying in a serious tone, "A little snake is a little snake, and you are you. How can they be the same?"

Oh ho, even a god who has become a tower spirit has a proud side. Shang Lin laughed rather unkindly, "I really don't have time for this. After all, I've spent almost all the money everyone earned before. Now I only have this 50,000 yuan left. I have to work hard to earn money, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have money to pay my tuition when school starts."

The deity looked at Shang Lin with some disdain, "Then you'd better hurry up, after all, you've lost Qiu Niang who could help you make money."

"Yes!" Shang Lin leaned back lazily. "The production of the profitable traditional Chinese clothing has stopped. The clothes-making machines that Qiu Niang used to like will also gather dust."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Look at the only two female beings in the sect now, which one of them can handle the kind of meticulous work that Qiu Niang does? It's a bit of a pity."

"God, hurry back. Tell Little Snake what you and Green One need and let him go buy it."

"All right."

The next day, Xing's mother and baby were discharged from the hospital. Xing's father made very careful arrangements, ensuring that no relatives saw them. However, while he could keep his siblings and their children away, he couldn't stop his mother.

The Chinese people have a deep-rooted concept of filial piety. No matter how parents treat their children, the children must accept everything and be filial. Otherwise, they are considered to have lost all conscience and will be nailed to the pillar of shame for being unfilial.

To be fair, Mrs. Xing's life has not been easy. She lost her husband in middle age, and she still has unmarried children. Xing Tian's father helped his brothers and sisters as much as possible because he saw how hard his mother had worked.

However, people are never satisfied. At first, Xing's father's help made his family grateful, but later, when they gave too much, or gave too little or nothing, it became his fault.

There's a saying, "A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment." This perfectly describes Mr. Xing's situation. But how could he stop his mother from visiting the child for the first time? Not only could he not stop her, he had to open the door himself.

However, everyone who came with his mother was blocked at the door. The old lady's face immediately darkened. "Third son, what are you doing? They are all your brothers and sisters. They just wanted to see the child. How could you..."

"Mom," Mr. Xing said, his face unusually cold in front of his mother, "Are they here to see the children? Don't you know what they've been doing? Don't you know how much money I've spent on them over the years? I may be your son, but I'm also a person of flesh and blood. I can feel sad and upset too. Does only the crying child get candy, while the obedient child has to always give in and make sacrifices?"

The old woman's face darkened further. "I only said one sentence, and you've already said so much? I came to see the children, not to be lectured by you."

"Mom, is it meaningful for you to misinterpret my words like this? Child, you can watch it if you want, or you don't have to come if you don't want to."