Shang Liang, the master of the Yuntai Sect, failed his ascension after using the remains of an ancient divine dragon to refine a magical artifact, the Dragon Soul Tower, causing his soul to transmi...
For Shang Lin, it would be convenient for him to do anything when he was the only one at home, but he also knew in his heart that Old Man Chai would definitely go to the village chief's house to talk about his situation.
Sure enough, as soon as Old Man Chai left, the village chief came to Shang Lin and said, "You'll be home alone these next few days. If you need any help, just come to me."
What could Shang Lin say? He could only accept and thank him, but he couldn't help but find it amusing. He was a fine young man, not a little girl, so why would he need someone to take care of him?
However, time was limited and Shang Lin didn't want to waste a single moment. During the day, she would arrange the medicinal bath first, so that she could absorb more spiritual energy to reshape her bones and accelerate her cultivation. In the evening, she would hold a meeting with everyone to put the matter of establishing a sect on the agenda.
Taking a medicinal bath in the village is not easy, as there is no running water or water heater, so the process is extremely slow, but the final effect is good.
The feeling of spiritual energy circulating within her body was truly familiar and wonderful. When Shang Lin poured out the cold water, she didn't feel tired at all, and felt refreshed. She also didn't have to wait until the dead of night to release everyone; she could do it after dinner. How convenient!
Compared to others, the Tower Spirit was not very willing to get involved in Shang Lin's affairs, at most just watching the excitement. But tonight, Shang Lin's words about establishing the Yuntai Sect were truly shocking.
Others might not know where the Yuntai Sect was or what it did, but the Divine Lord did. Back then, the first sect leader of the Yuntai Sect had met him once.
However, the tower spirit's divine lord disagreed, "Do you still think you're...? Where do you get the courage to say you want to create the Cloud Platform Sect in the human realm? You're still struggling to make ends meet! How can you make a sect function?"
Shang Lin wasn't discouraged at all. "I had a plan first, so it would be easier to implement it step by step. I don't have money now, but I will definitely have it in the future. Most importantly, with everyone following me, we can't be without a group or faction, right? How are we supposed to introduce ourselves when we go out?"
How could the deity refute such a statement? He could only stand by and watch how the younger generation would discuss it.
Qiu Niang was naturally obedient to her benefactor without any objection. Ji Xiaoyao's current mood was similar to Qiu Niang's mood towards Shang Lin, but the unspoken words of the tower spirit bothered him a little.
Instead, Xing Tian hurriedly asked, "Master, is this Yuntai Sect you mentioned our sect?"
Shang Lin nodded, "Yes, this way we will have certain rules and constraints in what we do in the future. Also, I won't start school until September 1st, so I can use this time to prepare for the establishment of the sect and avoid wasting time."
But Xing Tian said, "Shouldn't Master use this time to review his lessons? Otherwise, what if you can't keep up when school starts?"
Before Shang Lin could say anything, the tower spirit spoke first: "You don't need to worry about that, he's very good at everything he learns."
Xing Tian was taken aback, then his eyes widened suddenly. "Could it be that Master has a photographic memory?!"
Shang Lin nodded, "I suppose so. Our sect is currently located in the Dragon Spirit Tower, and we have two main tasks right now—making money and cultivating. As for cultivation, I'll leave it to the Divine Lord to teach everyone. We'll figure out how to make money together, and then we can do other things when we have more money in the future."
Xing Tian, the rich second-generation academic genius, immediately chimed in, "Can I say a few words about making money?"
Shang Lin said, "You said everyone should speak freely, after all, everything is difficult at the beginning."
Qiu Niang hurriedly said, "I will do whatever my benefactor says."
Ji Xiaoyao spoke frankly, "I have nothing to say about doing business."
Xing Tian immediately laughed and said, "Then I'll say it. First of all, we need to grow some cost-effective fruits and vegetables in the Dragon Spirit Tower. Of course, we can't do without medicinal herbs. Mountain products, especially wild vegetables, are seasonal after all, and it's hard to explain if we take them out. As for preservation or pickling, we don't have the conditions for that right now, so I don't recommend implementing it."
"Secondly, Hu Tangdi can help his master with business as a human. This way, there are no issues with being a minor or personal safety. If there's anything he doesn't understand, I can teach him. If I don't understand either, we can figure out a way. In short, it would be a waste of manpower and time not to make use of Hu Tangdi."
Shang Lin was about to say, "Although it's a good idea, I'm a little worried that she's too promiscuous and might cause trouble in front of others."
But the next second, Hu Tangdi appeared with Huang Ying, asking, "What did you say about me when I wasn't here?"
Huang Ying shoved Hu Tangdi aside and quickly stood behind Shang Lin, saying, "My lord, please take her away. She's incredibly annoying."
Shang Lin glanced at Hu Tangdi subconsciously, and sure enough, old habits die hard. "You're back so soon? Did you find something good, or did you find nothing?"
Huang Ying silently gave Shang Lin a thumbs up. "A man is a man, truly extraordinary."
Hu Tangdi produced a peach blossom fan from who-knows-where, and while gently fanning herself, she smiled at Shang Lin, "How could I possibly return empty-handed? However, I have been sealed away for nearly a thousand years, and there aren't many good things left in the mountains."
Huang Ying couldn't stand Hu Tangdi's behavior at all, and said angrily, "Why are you keeping me in suspense in front of the adults? Hurry up and show it to me!" His pretentious manner was disgusting.
Not only Huang Ying couldn't stand Hu Tangdi's behavior, but everyone else couldn't either. It seems that only Shang Lin was able to accept it well, which shows how "worldly" he was in his previous life.
The more Shang Lin ignored Hu Tangdi, the more she wanted to tease him. Her voice became even more charming than before, "Spiritual herbs and medicines are nothing special. There are only a few kinds at most, but there is one special one."
After speaking, he waved his sleeve on the table, and herbs appeared on the table. In addition to the herbs, there was also a living creature, which looked a bit like a miniature bamboo, but it was dark purple.
Shang Lin was taken aback. "These are medicinal herbs and spiritual plants?!"
The so-called spiritual herbs are herbs that have developed some intelligence, similar to the legend of ginseng. If you can successfully adopt them, they can help you grow herbs, making you just as diligent as a gardener.
These little creatures are rare even in the cultivation world, so how come they're here in the mortal realm? And why did Hu Tangdi have to catch them? Why does he suddenly feel like his luck has exploded?
Shang Lin looked up at Hu Tangdi, "You really gave it to me?"
Hu Tangdi continued to wave the peach blossom fan, "Since you are my master, I will naturally give it to you, but whether you can subdue it is not something I can control."
Shang Lin directly cut the tip of his middle finger and dripped the blood onto the center of the herb's brow. It seemed as if the seal had been broken, and it jumped up and pounced on Shang Lin's hand, directly sucking on his finger. Its originally deep purple body quickly turned into a lush and vibrant green.
Everyone except the tower spirit looked at Shang Lin with some surprise. His health wasn't good; wouldn't he be injured? The next second, they saw the medicinal herbs slip from his hands, and he collapsed onto the herbs like a drunkard…