The easiest thing is to deal with a contracted spirit that has no name. Take Ah Chou for example. Although it was fierce when we first met and it was just as fierce when we met again, it has no name. As long as the contract is established, it can be dealt with.

But it's different for those with names, because they are likely to be spirits with owners. You have to break free from their previous owners before you can establish a new contract of service. Changfeng is so fierce, it's not easy to deal with!

He could only hope that Ah Chou could subdue Chang Feng; otherwise, he would have to expend a lot of effort and energy, and would need even more blood. His blood was so precious; it couldn't be wasted so easily.

However, by the time Shang Lin received the Long Sword, it was already past 3 PM. His plan to get together with his classmates had to be put on hold, and his plan to go back to the village also had to be canceled because he had to go back to work—contracting the Long Sword.

Moreover, this isn't the only issue. There's the beauty products Bai Jingxuan wants, contacting buyers for Meng Fanyu, and figuring out how to receive orders for teleportation talismans—there's no way to slack off any longer.

Well, after only two days of rest, Shang Lin, with her workaholic nature, can't stay idle anymore, so let's get back to work as soon as possible. Isn't making money a good thing? There are so many places to spend money.

However, it was already this late, and Meng Fanyu and his son couldn't let Shang Lin and the other two leave hungry. So the father and son cooked a home-style meal together, and they didn't leave until after dinner.

Even so, Meng Zhe said, "Driving at night is not safe, why don't you leave tomorrow morning?"

Shang Lin said, "Both my cousin and my older cousin have driver's licenses, so they can take turns driving and won't drive while fatigued. So don't worry. We're leaving now. Call us if you need anything."

"……Oh well."

In fact, Meng Zhe was a little reluctant to part ways. When they were in junior high school, they were classmates and could see each other every day. But in high school, they were not only not classmates, but also went to different schools. It was really not easy to meet, let alone talk about anything!

However, Meng Zhe also understood that he and Shang Lin would go down different paths in the future, and it would be impossible for them to be like they were in junior high school. Besides, you don't have to be together every day to be friends.

On the way back in the car, Shang Lin looked at the short sword in his hand. The two weapon spirits, who didn't even need their physical bodies to fight, could still put up such an exaggerated fight. If their physical bodies were to use their weapons as well, who knew how long they would have to fight?

Looking at the quiet streets in winter, She Jinxing suddenly sighed, "They really are all staying home for the New Year, especially in this small county town. It's only a little past seven in the evening, and there isn't a single car on the road, let alone any pedestrians."

Hu Tangdi continued, "For ordinary people, in this freezing weather, what could be more comfortable than staying at home? Especially the year before last, every household bought enough food; wouldn't it have been better to stay home, eat, drink, and have fun?"

“That’s true. Most ordinary people just want a wife, kids, and a warm bed.” She Jinxing then looked at Shang Lin. “If the sect leader is tired, he should take a nap. It will be several more hours before we get home.”

Shang Lin frankly admitted, "I am indeed a little tired, but it's my body that's tired. My nerves are a bit excited, and I can't sleep right now."

Hu Tangdi immediately laughed and asked, "What's there to be so excited about?"

She didn't think that the events of the past two days could excite the sect leader, who was usually so calm and collected. Could it be that he had acquired another artifact spirit?

Well, human joys and sorrows are not shared, let alone the joys and sorrows of interspecies.

Shang Lin thought for a moment before saying, "They're probably thinking about the most time-efficient and labor-saving way to subdue Changfeng!"

Hu Tangdi immediately thought of the scene in the Dragon Spirit Pagoda where the two artifact spirits were fighting fiercely, and said, "Can't Ah Chou help? I really didn't know it was so fierce."

Shang Lin couldn't help but chuckle. "After all, it was the Vermilion Brush that controlled life and death thousands of years ago, so it was naturally fierce. It's much better now. When we first met, it didn't even put Situ Pojun in its eyes. It was incredibly fierce. But Changfeng is no pushover either. I'm afraid he's no less formidable than Achou."

She Jinxing carefully examined the long blade. "Although I don't know much about human weapons, short swords like this seem to be used very rarely. After all, they are neither long nor short, so they don't have an advantage in combat."

Shang Lin nodded in agreement, but said aloud, "But what if it's for a man of average or even short build, or a young girl who is no more than 1.6 meters tall? Wouldn't this length be just right?"

Hu Tangdi hurriedly chimed in, "What the sect leader says makes a lot of sense, but would a short man or a young girl use this sword to fight on the battlefield? Otherwise, why would it be so fierce?"

Shang Lin looked at the sword in his hand again. "Not necessarily. It might be tainted by the resentment of one or several people. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been taken by the ancestors of the Meng family, but could only be sealed at home."

Hu Tangdi and She Jinxing both looked at Shang Lin, clearly shocked by his words. Human resentment could actually give birth to a spirit in an object? And a ferocious one at that?

Hu Tangdi had not lived in the human world for long; he was still young and basically learned the manners of various women as a pet, so he naturally had no experience of human love, hate, and grudges.

Although She Jinxing had lived in the human world for a long time, he simply stayed among the people and secretly cultivated. In addition, he disliked humans and naturally did not pay attention to human love, hatred and grudges.

But the two people, who couldn't believe it, inexplicably thought of Qiu Niang at the same time, and of the ghost bride whose child had turned into a dried corpse. This shows how terrifying human resentment can be.

Then the possibility that the sect leader mentioned can be established. It is likely that these two great demons have spent a long time together and are both under the command of the same person, so they have developed a sense of telepathy, at least for now.

However, Shang Lin yawned and said, "I'm a little sleepy right now, I'll take a nap first."

After saying that, he added, "We're not in a hurry, so please drive safely."

Hu Tangdi, “…”

Is the sect leader treating them like children? They have neither urgent business nor danger, so why are they speeding?

She Jinxing obediently agreed, "Sect Master, rest assured, we will drive safely."

Hu Tangdi glared at She Jinxing with a displeased look, calling him a bootlicker.

She Jinxing was bewildered by the glare, but he didn't say anything. The car fell silent instantly because Shang Lin had already closed his eyes; he wouldn't disturb the sect leader's rest.

The things that sealed the Meng family's seals seemed easy, but they were actually quite tiring. Removing the seals was even more exhausting than sealing them. It was only because their sect leader always acted as if nothing was wrong that outsiders couldn't tell.

And that's without even mentioning the dangers involved!

Unfortunately, Hu Tangdi and She Jinxing wanted Shang Lin to get some quiet sleep, but little did they know that he had just fallen asleep when…