Shang Lin suddenly gave a mocking laugh, "It's not just evil spirits, there are plenty of people with evil intentions too! It's been quite lively these past few days, how about Mo Rong?"

Changfeng did not answer Shang Lin's question immediately because he could clearly feel his body recovering. When he looked down at his wound, although it did not show any signs of healing, the wisps of black energy had disappeared.

Changfeng looked at Shang Lin with some surprise, "Your pills are actually this powerful?!"

Shang Lin smiled slightly, "That's because your injuries weren't serious, which is why it worked so quickly. By the way, did the Blood Moon have any effect on you?"

Changfeng said helplessly, "I've been accompanying Mo Rong on his rampage, and I don't know if it has any impact. Now that Mo Rong is recuperating, he naturally can't take care of me, so I came back."

Shang Lin frowned slightly, "Mo Rong is injured too?!"

Changfeng sighed, "Yes! Their office is mostly staffed by clerical workers, and there isn't a single one who can fight. It seems that Lan Xuan knows a few moves, but he wasn't home during the Blood Moon; he was out on a case. However, according to Mo Rong, as workers of the Underworld, they have already gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao and will not be affected by the Blood Moon. So they should be fine. It's just that Lan Xuan isn't here, so Mo Rong will have to take action himself."

Shang Lin was speechless for a moment. It was true that most of the workers in the underworld were clerical staff, since they were still doing business in the mortal world and had to rewrite the Book of Life and Death.

Moreover, the human world is now a society governed by law, so fighting and killing are naturally rare. Two people with fighting skills are enough for their office.

In addition, the human world is now in the Dharma-ending Age, and there are basically no major sects that can exorcise demons. Ordinary humans can only find ways to solve problems when they occur. Otherwise, in most cases, they will not be able to detect supernatural events. As a result, the Underworld Office has a lot more things to deal with!

As for ignoring it, people will eventually die, which will only increase the workload of the underworld office. It's better to solve the problem at its root and avoid more trouble later. So Mo Rong, the new director, is working quite hard.

Shang Lin couldn't help but ask, "Is Mo Rong seriously injured?"

Changfeng thought for a moment before answering, "Well... it's alright. After all, he's black from head to toe, so it's not easy to spot where he's injured. But he's now recognized by the Heavenly Dao and is a full-time worker in the Underworld, so his injuries shouldn't be too serious. At most, he'll just be depleted of spiritual energy and need to rest for a while."

Shang Lin was silent for a while before asking, "So, are you planning to go back after you've fully recovered, or are you going back now? Or are you not planning to go back at all?"

How can I not go back? Who will pay me? No, where will I earn money?

Changfeng looked at his injury again. "I should go back now. Mo Rong hasn't given me the reward he promised. I need to keep an eye on him and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Shang Lin couldn't help but laugh and say, "Okay."

After saying that, he took out another pill and handed it to Changfeng, "Then give this pill to Mo Rong, so that he can recover faster, and you can also ask for your reward in time."

Changfeng didn't understand why Shang Lin was smiling, but he still took the pill and said, "Since you want a reward, you can't just give this pill away for free, can you?"

Shang Lin was taken aback, then laughed and said, "As expected of a disciple of my Yuntai Sect, you are not at a disadvantage at all. However, I don't want the reward. Let Mo Rong give it all to you!"

Changfeng paused, "The sect leader sent medicine, actually for my sake?!"

Shang Lin said frankly, "It's about half and half. After all, Mo Rong is the director of our Underworld Office. We should try our best to maintain a good relationship with him to avoid any conflicts in the future."

Changfeng wants to say, "What's with all the contradictions? It all comes down to strength."

But when Changfeng thought about the current situation in the human world, he felt that Shang Lin's words made sense, so he said, "Alright, now that I'm by Mo Rong's side, I must make sure to maintain good relations with our Yuntai Sect and the office."

"No." Shang Lin hurriedly stopped him, "You should take it slow. Don't be too eager for quick success and make things worse. Mo Rong isn't a young man in his fifties or sixties. Besides, you're still injured. The important thing is to help him recover. Think about other things after you've recovered."

Changfeng, "..."

Does the sect leader think of him as a young kid who doesn't know how to get along with people or how to build a good relationship with his superiors?

But in the very end, Changfeng only said one word, "Okay."

After Changfeng left, Shang Lin continued writing the test paper. When he finished, he saw that it was indeed similar to what he had thought. He then took out his phone to search for the correct answers, only to find that it required various VIP memberships.

There wouldn't have been a problem with topping up the account, but Shang Lin really didn't need it very often. Or rather, if it weren't for the math competition exam paper, he wouldn't have needed it at all, so...

Sect Master Shang immediately sent a message to Xing Tian: Here are a few math problems for you to look at.

When Xing Tian saw the picture of the math problem sent by Shang Lin, he was stunned for a moment. What was going on? Did their sect leader need to ask him about math?

Xing Tian didn't read the question; instead, he made a video call. As soon as Shang Lin answered, he asked, puzzled, "Sect Leader, did you send the wrong picture? Shouldn't it be in a foreign language?"

Shang Lin picked up the math test paper and showed it to Xing Tian. "This is a test paper that my math teacher gave me. In the first year of high school, we plan to select five students to go to the province to participate in the math competition. After that, there will be a six-day training. The first prize will have a cash prize and bonus points for the college entrance examination."

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian said very bluntly, "Sect Master, you shouldn't participate in this kind of competition. Most of them have been systematically trained since childhood, which you have never been exposed to. Even if you go, you may not win the top prize. Since you can't win the top prize, what's the point of going? As for the extra points for the college entrance examination, with your learning ability, whether you get extra points or not will not have any impact on you. As for the prize money, you don't need to care about it. We can make money now, so you don't need to worry about it."

Perhaps realizing that his words might have been hurtful, Xing Tian continued, "Six days of training is too short, and other studies cannot be neglected during this time. If the training were longer, the sect leader might consider it."

Shang Lin put the test paper down directly. "When the math teacher first started talking, I refused because I wasn't feeling well, but he seemed to really want me to participate. Even though I didn't take the exam with the other students who signed up, he still gave me a set of test papers."

Xing Tian couldn't help but laugh, "That's right, you almost always get full marks in math exams, it would be strange if he didn't want you to participate. But I know that competition, it's indeed not suitable for the sect leader to participate in right now, but..."