Why would a genius from the cultivation world be in the human world? And a sickly young man at that? For a moment, Ji Xiaoyao couldn't find the right words to express his astonishment, and why was the other party speaking to him so frankly?

Oh, he said it was to make me follow him willingly, but I'm just a lonely ghost who's been dead for who knows how many years. Why would I need him to be so honest?

Shang Lin's goal was truly singular—to win Ji Xiaoyao's heartfelt submission. The Great General was good in every way, except that he was too proud and hadn't established a blood pact, so he always felt that Ji Xiaoyao might disappear at any moment.

As for Qiu Niang as a connecting thread, regardless of whether she is the wife Ji Xiaoyao is looking for, it's not a solid one. If she isn't, Ji Xiaoyao will definitely continue searching; it's his obsession. If she is…

There will still be two possible outcomes: either they stay together or they leave together. After all, they've been separated for so many years, it's quite normal for them to find a secluded place to stay together forever.

But genuine submission is different. Of course, Shang Lin isn't fixated on anyone's complete submission; it's just that he's currently quite weak and needs trustworthy people around him. Once he becomes stronger, he can naturally let anyone come and go as he pleases.

However, Shang Lin didn't say much, only saying, "You can ask whatever you want, but not now, it's too late and I have class tomorrow."

After saying that, Shang Lin raised the hand holding the talisman bag again, "It's your choice, I won't force you."

Ji Xiaoyao glanced at Shang Lin, but in the end he still went in on his own initiative. Although he wasn't very curious, if the sect leader was really that powerful, could he help him determine whether Qiu Niang in the Dragon Spirit Tower was his wife?

When Shang Lin walked out of the washroom, he saw Meng Zhe standing at the door of their dormitory in the quiet and dimly lit corridor. He subconsciously rubbed his forehead. Trouble was coming!

At the same time, Shang Lin sighed inwardly, "This child is quite something; not only did she manage to deceive me, but She Jinxing and Ji Xiaoyao also remained oblivious. If she had just come out..."

Heh, it's obvious it's been waiting for me; it's been out for at least a while now. Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it as it comes! What else can I do?

The moment Meng Zhe saw Shang Lin, his heart finally settled. He strode forward, looked him up and down, and then asked, "Is that classmate bothering you again?"

Shang Lin paused, realizing his judgment was wrong; this person was still stuck in last Thursday's script. He quickly replied, "No, I just went to the restroom."

Meng Zhe merely glanced at Shang Lin with an indifferent expression, as if to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?" The washroom and toilet are together? Who are you trying to fool?

Shang Lin completely understood the meaning in Meng Zhe's eyes, but continued to make up a story, "What kind of look is that? It's perfectly normal for me to come out of the bathroom to wash my hands."

Meng Zhe looked at Shang Lin's dry hands again and said in a particularly indifferent tone, "Please continue your performance."

Shang Lin paused, then laughed, "So what exactly are you trying to say? I can't make this up anymore."

Meng Zhe remained unmoved, watching your performance. Shang Lin immediately gave in, "Okay, okay, I'll talk, I'm really fine. That classmate has already been reincarnated and won't bother me anymore."

Meng Zhe was startled. "How did you know?!"

Shang Lin spoke nonsense with a straight face, "I saw it. You know my situation, so it's not surprising that you saw it, right?"

Meng Zhe stopped moving again and said coldly, "You saw her reincarnate?"

Shang Lin smiled, "How could that be? I saw her turn into a yellow dot of light and disappear. Even if it wasn't reincarnation, it was still a wish fulfilled and she vanished."

Meng Zhe paused for a moment before asking, "So you really just went to the restroom?"

Shang Lin nodded, "Really, but I didn't wash my hands. The water was too cold, so I just closed the bathroom window before coming back."

Meng Zhe suddenly looked at Shang Lin with disgust, then grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the washroom, saying indignantly, "You have to wash even if it's cold, it's filthy."

Shang Lin cooperated perfectly with Meng Zhe's actions, but complained with a smile, "Do you have a germaphobia? How come I didn't notice before?"

As soon as Meng Zhe entered the washroom, he looked at the window and saw that it was indeed closed, which reassured him somewhat. Then he turned on the tap and let Shang Lin wash his hands.

Shang Lin immediately pulled her hand back, looking at Meng Zhe with great confusion, "Are you going to let me wash my hands? Am I clumsy or what?"

Meng Zhe said fiercely, "Didn't you complain about the water being too cold? Washing you will help alleviate the discomfort a little. It's only late September, what will you do when winter comes? Will you stop using water?"

Shang Lin paused, then chuckled softly without any regard for his image. After laughing for a while, he said, "How come I never realized that Brother Meng has a maternal side? He said he would help me do my laundry when he came back tonight, and now he's even helping me wash my hands."

"Shang Lin!"

Meng Zhe's face immediately darkened. He really wanted to beat this guy up, but with his thin and small appearance, there was really nowhere to strike. He could only grab his hand and rinse it under the tap.

While washing, she said angrily, "I'll show you what motherhood is all about."

Shang Lin seemed to have had his funny bone tickled, and he couldn't stop laughing. The more he laughed, the darker Meng Zhe's face became. He turned off the tap and pulled Meng Zhe by the sleeve, heading towards the dormitory.

Seemingly still not satisfied, she said in a low voice, "I was so worried about you for nothing. When I left, I was wondering where to look for you, and I even regretted not learning some tracking techniques. But you just came out of the bathroom like nothing happened, and you were so sarcastic."

Seeing that he had really angered the child, Shang Lin suddenly felt that he was being disrespectful to his elders, so he immediately coaxed, "Brother Meng is really amazing. It was my fault. Don't be angry."

"Ugh." Meng Zhe felt a chill. "You better speak properly, or maybe that classmate..."

"Look at you, being so dramatic." Shang Lin immediately put on a serious face. "I'm sincerely apologizing to you, why can't you speak properly? I even called you 'brother,' how sincere is that?"

"Stop it now." Meng Zhe pushed open the dormitory door and went inside before letting go of Shang Lin.

Shang Lin chuckled silently. What an awkward kid. But what was he like at fifteen? He thought about it seriously but couldn't remember! Sigh, he was definitely too old.

However, I imagine it's not as interesting as my roommates. They're probably either practicing martial arts or refining elixirs. After all, since the day I was born, I've been told that I'm a blessed child, that I'm extraordinary, and that my future is limitless.

And indeed, he did not disappoint those praises; at least in terms of lifespan, he was considered to have defied the heavens. But what's going on now? Is he being reduced to his original form because he defied the heavens?

But this isn't my original form either; it's a sickly little thing! It's a bit worrying...