Shang Liang, the master of the Yuntai Sect, failed his ascension after using the remains of an ancient divine dragon to refine a magical artifact, the Dragon Soul Tower, causing his soul to transmi...
However, Shang Lin's joke made Li Hongjin forget about the house. By the time he finished eating and went to pay, the other party had already paid first.
Li Hongjin couldn't help but ask Shang Lin suspiciously, "Have you secretly made a fortune? You're moving house and giving me the house in the village."
Shang Lin readily admitted, "Yes, one night before, my classmate and I were robbed on our way back to school. My classmate knew some kung fu, and the two of us subdued the thief. We ended up at the police station, and it turned out that the thief was a wanted criminal with a bounty on his head. We received a generous reward for our efforts."
Li Hongjin stared at Shang Lin in utter shock, "Are you injured? You're so thin and small, how could you..."
"Well, it was mainly my classmate who did the work; I just seized the opportunity to call the police."
Li Hongjin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "That was really scary. You should probably stay home less at night from now on."
Seeing that Li Hongjin was so focused on his safety, Shang Lin was even more eager to give him the house, so she said, "So we really don't lack money right now. If I get first place in the county's college entrance exam next year, the school and the education commission will give me a bonus."
Li Hongjin immediately gave Shang Lin a thumbs up, then put his arm around his neck and said, "When you become successful in the future, don't forget me. I'm not greedy, just give me a little opportunity to make money."
Shang Lin looked at Li Hongjin with amusement, "How can you be so sure that I will rise to prominence in the future?"
Li Hongjin said with absolute confidence, "Of course! Look how capable you are at such a young age. Will you be any worse in the future? But I really can't accept your house. However, if you think eight thousand is too little, we can wait."
Shang Lin didn't insist, only saying, "We can't wait too long, the house will fall into disrepair quickly if no one lives there. How about this, you can use the land in my front and back yards for now, and also help us look after the house."
Li Hongjin then let go of Shang Lin and thought for a moment, "That works too. We can wait and sell it for a higher price that way."
Li Hongjin's trip to the county was not just for meeting Shang Lin, so he left in a hurry.
Shang Lin went straight home. It was freezing outside, nowhere was as comfortable as home. But Li Hongjin was actually going on a blind date. How old was he? It really is true that every place has its own customs.
In a big city, someone is still studying at eighteen; if they started studying a year later, they haven't even reached their final year of high school. As for the cultivation world…
Hehe, compared to the human world, the cultivation world is full of old monsters. They all look young and beautiful, but none of them are younger than double digits. Moreover, the more beautiful they are, the older they are. After all, beauty is also a kind of cultivation.
Because the higher one's cultivation level, the more perfect one's appearance and figure will become. Just like demon cultivators, they may not be able to fully transform into human form when they first begin to take human form, but as their cultivation level increases, they will not only be able to transform into human form, but will also become more and more perfect.
As soon as Shang Lin entered the house, Hu Tangdi appeared. She had changed into modern clothes, a down jacket, casual pants, and snow boots, looking very down-to-earth.
However, as soon as Hu Tangdi appeared, he asked Shang Lin, "Sect Master, you seem to have a special feeling for that Li Hongjin."
As Shang Lin took off his down jacket, he asked, "Why do you say that?"
"He put his arm around your neck and you didn't even react." Don't be fooled by their sect leader's seemingly good temper; anyone who gets close to him will be pushed away in a heartbeat unless he makes the first move.
Shang Lin sat relaxed on the sofa. "He's used to joking around with me. If you really think about it, he's my first friend in the human world."
"Friends?" Hu Tangdi didn't quite understand the complexities of human emotions and asked bluntly, "What's the use of friends?"
Shang Lin immediately laughed, "You should search on your phone, I'm going to take a medicinal bath."
It wasn't that Shang Lin didn't want to answer, but rather that he couldn't answer such a question. After all, he didn't have many friends in the cultivation world; his relationships were merely a network built on mutual interests.
Moreover, he became famous at a young age, and afterwards, everything seemed to go smoothly for him, with many people surrounding him. But things were different when he came to the human world.
There's a saying, "A friend in need is a friend indeed." Only when a person is at their lowest point can they discern who their true friends are.
After all, everywhere you go, there are more people who add flowers to brocade than people who offer charcoal in the snow, and oh, there are also many people who kick you when you're down.
Because of the cold weather, Shang Lin didn't allow anyone to go out, but everyone was busy, some studying, some cultivating, and some repairing their bodies, making them even busier than usual.
The New Year is approaching amidst the hustle and bustle. There are basically no entertainment activities in the small mountain village, and the situation in the county town is not much better. But this is precisely why the New Year has a special atmosphere. The prelude to the New Year begins on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.
Shang Lin was in poor health before, so the New Year was no different from any other day. To put it bluntly, he was too busy taking care of his own life to have any interest in celebrating the New Year. And with his sickly appearance, Old Man Chai was even less in the mood.
But this year is different. Shang Lin's health has improved a lot, and he has so many disciples around him. It's just that Old Man Chai... But with Ji Xiaoyao around, I believe it's only a matter of time before his internal injuries recover. Moreover, this is the first Spring Festival since the founding of Yuntai Sect. How can we just take it easy?
So Shang Lin wrote a very long and detailed purchase list, and even held a meeting with all the disciples to discuss it. After all, the disciples of their sect were of different kinds, and they had to try their best to meet their requirements.
However, Shang Lin didn't buy any of the new clothes for everyone; instead, he bought clothes made by Bu Qiu Niang. Even he himself was no exception. Qiu Niang seemed very interested in this and seemed to be planning to open a clothing factory.
Shang Lin asked her about this, and Qiu Niang said, "When I was alive, my family owned a silk shop. Back then, making clothes was not as easy as it is now. Women sewed them stitch by stitch. If it was a more complicated garment, I don't know how many people would be needed and how long it would take! Especially since clothes in ancient times were so complicated, unlike the simple and practical clothes we have now."
So she was conquered by modern, all-around clothing-making machines? However, Shang Lin, who doesn't care about trivial matters and is a man at heart, couldn't quite understand Qiu Niang's feelings. Besides, he didn't care what she wore, it wasn't like it was a ceremonial robe.
Finance manager Xing Tian was somewhat dumbfounded when he saw the New Year's shopping list written by Shang Lin. "Sect Master, we haven't made much money lately. Is it necessary to spend like this? Besides, the Dragon Spirit Tower has all the fruits and vegetables. There's absolutely no need to spend money to buy them." It's such a waste, especially the meat.
Xing Tian subconsciously glanced at the demon cultivators and suspected that one of them might be a demon cultivator named "Taotie" impersonating him, otherwise how could he eat so much?