Shang Lin never expected that Mo Rong and Chang Feng couldn't even find the gate of the Flying Immortal Palace! He was somewhat disappointed, after all, this was an opportunity for him to understand the strength of the Flying Immortal Palace.

What a pity, we returned empty-handed!

But it's alright. A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. Besides, with my current strength, it's not much better than Mo Rong seeking out the Flying Immortal Palace. I'll just wait and see.

Because he didn't want to inexplicably seize the spiritual energy in the Dragon Spirit Tower, Shang Lin stopped refining pills and making robes. Instead, he spent his time drawing talismans, and he always used Zhubi A Chou to draw them.

However, Ah Chou is now focused entirely on writing novels. He is not only working on two long novels simultaneously, but also occasionally writing short stories. He has even started to try his hand at screenplays, which Shang Lin had mentioned before.

So Ah Chou really didn't want to draw talismans with the sect leader because it consumed too much spiritual energy. But as the sect leader's cinnabar brush, what would it mean if he didn't even use it to draw talismans?

Fortunately, the improvement in cultivation gained through writing recently was not in vain, and since the sect leader doesn't draw talismans every day, the spiritual energy consumed by Ah Chou is still manageable.

Shang Lin had no idea what A Chou was thinking. He took out a high-quality talisman paper and prepared to draw a high-level talisman. As his cultivation improved, the level of his talisman would naturally have to be improved as well.

Shang Lin slowly channeled his spiritual power into the vermilion brush. The moment the brush tip touched the talisman paper, a flash of light appeared. He wielded the brush with incredible speed, and the talisman quickly took shape on the paper.

Sure enough, with the improvement of cultivation, the speed and level of drawing talismans also improved. Of course, this was not only due to the improvement of his own cultivation, but also because Ah Chou's spiritual power had increased.

Shang Lin immediately put down his vermilion brush. "Ah Chou, it seems you've been writing quite well lately! Are you no longer willing to draw talismans with me?"

Ah Chou, "..."

His little scheme had been guessed by the sect leader! He hurriedly transformed into human form, bowed his head, and clasped his hands in a salute to Shang Lin, "Sect leader, you flatter me. As your servant, how could I be unwilling to draw talismans with you?"

Shang Lin smiled indifferently, "It's fine if you don't want to, it's not a matter of life and death. But don't you get bored writing novels in the Dragon Spirit Tower day and night?"

Ah Chou immediately looked up, somewhat puzzled, at Shang Lin, "How could it be boring? Isn't this just like the sect leader's seclusion for cultivation? In fact, seclusion for cultivation is boring. I have a pen that controls the fate of countless people. I'm practically a creator god."

Shang Lin, "..."

In a sense, the author is indeed a creator god. However, he did not expect Ah Chou to be so engrossed. At this moment, Shang Lin suddenly became interested and took out his phone, saying, "Where is your novel? I'd like to take a look too."

Ah Chou was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Sect Leader is so busy, how do you still have time to read novels? Besides, my books are all female-oriented novels, so Sect Leader might not be willing to read them."

Shang Lin looked at A Chou with some surprise, "You've been writing for so long, and you're still writing female-oriented novels? Haven't you ever thought about switching to male-oriented novels?" Are you addicted to writing?

Ah Chou smiled sheepishly, "Actually, I really want to write male-oriented novels, especially fantasy novels, but I'm afraid that if I write too much, it will cause trouble again, so I'll just write in the female-oriented genre, which is quite fun."

Fun?!

Shang Lin genuinely didn't understand what was so fun about this. But as long as Ah Chou was happy, that was fine; he was pretty easygoing about everything.