Why did she feel like the sect leader disliked her? But then, Hu Tangdi reached out to Shang Lin without any hesitation, "Then I'll really do it in the human way. Happy New Year, sect leader! May you have good health and great fortune. Here's your red envelope."

Shang Lin paused for a moment, then suddenly took out a peace charm and handed it to Hu Tangdi, saying with a smile, "This is all the sect leader can afford right now. We'll make up for the red envelope later."

Hu Tangdi was surprised that the sect leader had actually prepared a New Year's gift. He was happy but also a little embarrassed. "I was just saying it casually. Sect leader, you must have used up a lot of spiritual energy to draw this, right?"

"It's alright." Shang Lin simply gave all the peace and blessings he had drawn to everyone, but not to the God. He bought the God various brands and flavors of potato chips.

Because the deity once said, "Watching TV series while eating potato chips is the standard routine."

When it comes to giving gifts, one should naturally cater to the recipient's preferences. Especially since the tower spirit's previous incarnation was an ancient divine dragon, he has seen all sorts of good things. What use is a mere peace charm to him?

The God-King looked at the various potato chips with great satisfaction, and instead of joining in the holiday spirit, he went off to binge-watch his drama with the chips in hand. Shang Lin sincerely hoped that, for the sake of the potato chips, he wouldn't be such a cynical and malicious film critic anymore.

However, Shang Lin also knew that the Divine Lord was always teaching the disciples in the sect, but each of them had a different situation, so he could only teach them one by one, which was naturally very hard work. But his way of relaxing was really special. Isn't eating snacks and watching TV series something that women like to do? Can't men be an exception?

In order not to affect normal people's New Year celebrations, Hu Tangdi directly overlapped the space, so that everyone could do whatever they wanted without being restricted.

Shang Lin was very satisfied with the festive atmosphere, especially since his sickly body was much better than it had been in the previous three years. However, his body was still a bottomless pit, and he didn't know how many good things he would need to fill it.

As dish after dish was placed on the table, Shang Lin suddenly asked Xing Tian, ​​"When are you coming home?"

As Xing Tian put down the vegetable bowl, he replied, "My parents are only free on the first day of the lunar new year."

Qiu Niang and Huang Li prepared twelve dishes in one go, along with rice, steamed buns, and other staple foods. However, there was no wine, only fruit juice, which was made from fruit produced in the Dragon Spirit Pagoda.

Looking at the very affordable New Year's Eve dinner, the Divine Lord looked at Shang Lin with some dissatisfaction, "It's the New Year, and you said it's the first New Year after the sect was established. We should celebrate it properly. How come there isn't even a sip of wine? There's plenty of wine in the human world. Don't you have the money to buy any?"

Shang Lin looked at the Divine Lord with utter helplessness and said bluntly, "We really don't have the money to buy it." Don't they even know what kind of creatures are in their sect now? They want to drink? Aren't they afraid of causing a huge uproar?

However, Shang Lin didn't say these words aloud, feeling that saying them would somewhat spoil the festive atmosphere. But the Divine Lord was speechless for a moment, and instantly complained with a wronged expression, "I was thinking before that since you've already ruined the Yuntai Sect, and you're just a figurehead as the sect leader, as a tower spirit, I should help you share the burden and do my best to teach your disciples. Otherwise, when they go out in the future, their abilities will be worse than the last. Won't you be ashamed as the sect leader? Of course, being ashamed doesn't hurt, but it's probably impossible for you to recruit more disciples in the future. As a result, I've been wholeheartedly helping you solve your problems, but you won't even buy me human wine to taste. I've fallen from the high and mighty Divine Lord to a lowly tower spirit. I'm really pitiful!"

Shang Lin, "..."

He rubbed his forehead, his head throbbing with pain. He couldn't even watch fantasy dramas! Otherwise, how come he never knew that the high and mighty deity had changed so much after becoming a mere tower spirit? It was just too jarring! Could you tone it down a bit?

However, regarding the matter of wine, apart from Qiu Niang and Xing Tian, ​​everyone else shared similar thoughts with the Divine Lord: how could there be no wine for the New Year? But since the Sect Master wasn't making any preparations, none of them dared to bring it up.

No, when we were writing the New Year's shopping list earlier, Xing Tian asked, "Sect Leader, what kind of wine should we buy?"

Shang Lin immediately refused, saying, "I won't buy any alcohol."

Their sect leader has always been very easygoing, and it's extremely rare for him to be so resolutely opposed to anything. So everyone fell silent for a moment. Now that the Divine Lord is playing the victim, everyone is a little curious about Shang Lin's reaction.

However, when it came to drinking, Shang Lin was unyielding, and even said in a particularly domineering manner, "I am the sect leader, and I make the decisions. Do you all want to have a good New Year celebration for the sect's first year, or do you want to be invited for tea by the relevant departments?"

Still fearing that his attitude was not serious enough and his tone was not solemn enough, Shang Lin added, "No, not just during the New Year, but as long as Yuntai Sect is in the human realm, no non-human disciples in the sect are allowed to drink alcohol."

Everyone present, except for the Divine Lord, stared at Shang Lin in utter shock. If they remembered correctly, this was the first time the Sect Master had spoken to them so seriously. This showed the gravity of the situation.

Moreover, what does the New Year mean? Everyone here knows that if drinking leads to something unimaginable or even unmanageable, will the sect leader, out of humanity, destroy them?

The God looked around and saw that everyone obeyed Shang Lin's every word. He felt quite tired, but when he thought about what would happen if they caused trouble because of drinking, wouldn't he become the culprit?

He's a tower spirit now, not the original body anymore, but the Divine Lord still gave Shang Lin a somewhat dissatisfied look, "So does that mean we can only drink alcohol after leaving the human realm?"

Shang Lin nodded, "Of course, before we go to the cultivation world, let's all be patient. Isn't making money good? Isn't watching dramas good? Isn't eating good food good? With so many good things, what does it matter if we don't have wine?"

The Divine Lord suddenly felt that Shang Lin was just making empty promises. Given his current physical condition, when would he be able to lead everyone back to the cultivation world?

However, the Divine Lord hurriedly added, "Then you must stock up on wine. The food and drink in the cultivation world are truly not as good as those in the human world."

Shang Lin, in a particularly unromantic tone, said, "Let's talk about it when I have the money. Besides, there's spirit wine in the cultivation world. Doesn't the God-King like it?"

The deity really wanted to reply, "Don't you have any money yet?"

But the thought of their spending habits made him hold back. After all, who knows how many years it would take for Shang Lin to become powerful and for them to return to the cultivation world? No rush. As for the spirit wine…

The deity immediately frowned, "In the cultivation world, everyone prioritizes cultivation. Who would grow spiritual rice and brew spiritual wine? It's a complete waste of time! Unless you can ascend to the Ninth Heaven, the immortals won't have the leisure to brew spiritual wine. Don't give me such a big promise, okay? It's practically a distant dream!"

Shang Lin laughed rather unkindly, "I hoard wine, I hoard it whenever I have money."