Green Yao may be the smallest of the demonic plants in the Dragon Spirit Tower, but it has a terrible temper and doesn't respect anyone except the sect leader. The chance of getting medicinal herbs from it is almost zero.

Hu Tangdi smiled slightly, "You're overthinking it. I said the sect leader wanted to eat, and Lü Yao immediately gave it to him."

"Alright!" This chance doesn't exist for the sect leader, after all, it's especially effective for Green Yao if the sect leader asks for it.

Hu Tangdi quickly went to the kitchen, washed the red ginseng, and then handed it to Shang Lin. "No matter what, Sect Master must take good care of your health. After all, you are human, unlike Little Snake and Red Scorpion."

Huang Ying hurriedly chimed in, "That's right, Sect Leader, please eat."

Shang Lin looked at the red ginseng handed to him, then at Hu Tangdi and Huang Ying, and smiled, "I'm really fine, you don't need to worry. I'm just exhausted from reviewing the Demon-Trapping Formation."

Hu Tangdi wanted to ask, "Isn't the sect leader injured?"

But at this moment, she did not sense any blood on Shang Lin. However, when he returned to the Dragon Spirit Tower in the afternoon, his clothes were tattered and stained with blood. How could he not have any injuries?

However, seeing the sect leader take the red ginseng and eat it, Hu Tangdi swallowed his question back.

That night, Shang Lin again replaced sleep with cultivation. However, his cultivation tonight almost led to a qi deviation, because as soon as he entered meditation, the incomplete diagram of the Demon-Trapping Array would involuntarily and repeatedly appear in his mind.

Deducing, repairing, and then overturning and starting over again, he was no longer in control of himself. Shang Lin knew that this couldn't go on, but if he forced himself to wake up, the demon-trapping array that he was reviewing in his mind would all disappear, and there would be no possibility of reviewing it again.

This is truly a very severe test! Shang Lin can only slow down his deduction and repair processes, even if it means starting over from scratch, he must be fully prepared. This will minimize the damage he suffers, or even prevent him from getting injured altogether.

He didn't know how much time had passed, or how many times he had gone through the process, but the Demon-Trapping Formation was finally completed. Shang Lin immediately snapped out of his meditation, as if he had just emerged from the water after drowning, breathing heavily, his clothes completely soaked.

Hu Tangdi, who was at home with Shang Lin, immediately appeared and asked with great concern, "Sect Master, what's wrong? Did you have another dream?"

The dim light from the desk lamp illuminated Shang Lin's pale face and the sweat on his forehead. He replied weakly, "No, it was the effect of the demon-trapping formation."

Hu Tangdi hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping the sweat from Shang Lin's forehead as he asked, "The demon-trapping formation is that powerful?! Wasn't it all broken?"

"It's broken, but the damage is still there." This was something Shang Lin hadn't expected; Feixian Palace was indeed not simple. "No need to wipe it. Find me some dry clothes; I'm out of strength."

"good."

While Hu Tangdi went to find clothes, Shang Lin checked the time. It was 3:30 a.m. He could still sleep for two hours. He wondered if he would be sleepy in class tomorrow.

Shang Lin took the dry clothes to the bathroom to change, and threw the clothes he had taken off into the washing machine. But when he put on his clothes, he looked at his body in the mirror and all the scratches had healed without leaving a trace, as if he had not been injured yesterday.

The scale "tattoo" on his chest was still there, but the color was thicker than the original gold, whether due to the nighttime lighting or because it had genuinely become darker.

It seems there's a reason why the original owner was targeted!