Listening to the conversation between Shang Lin and the Divine Lord, apart from Ji Xiaoyao who knew the truth, the others also understood the general idea. The sect leader came from the cultivation world and was a very powerful person there. They just didn't know how he came to the human world and how he became a sickly young man.

As for possession, everyone denied that possibility, but the idea of ​​being struck by lightning and having one's soul transmigrate to the human world is something that no one would have imagined if Shang Lin hadn't told them. Even he himself found it surreal, let alone others.

Shang Lin picked up the juice glass again and suddenly said in a serious tone, "Today is our sect's first New Year in the human world, but we haven't even spent a full year together. However, I know that everyone is doing well and working hard, so I hope that from now on, we can all do even better and work even harder. As the sect leader, my abilities are limited at the moment, so I can only offer juice instead of wine to wish everyone a Happy New Year."

As soon as Shang Lin finished speaking, he took a sip of juice. Qiu Niang hurriedly said, "If I hadn't met the sect leader, I don't know what would have happened. So no matter what the sect leader's abilities are, I will always follow the sect leader."

Xing Tian chuckled, "I've been clinging to the sect leader like glue. Without further ado, Happy New Year, sect leader."

Huang Ying quickly chimed in, "Me too, Happy New Year, Sect Master."

Hu Tangdi, She Jinxing, and Huang Li had signed a blood pact with Shang Lin, so they were closer to him. Huang Li immediately said, "I like the sect leader, I like the sect. Happy New Year, sect leader."

She Jinxing simply said, "Sect Master, everything is understood without words."

Hu Tangdi looked at Shang Lin with a smile and asked, "Sect Master, is it permissible for us to engage in romantic relationships within our sect?"

Shang Lin paused, then smiled and said, "Our Yuntai Sect doesn't practice Buddhism, so it doesn't prohibit it. However, romantic love can be somewhat detrimental to cultivation, so you'd better be careful. After all, a love tribulation is a great tribulation, even worse than a thunderbolt."

Hu Tangdi smiled but remained silent, thinking to himself, "That requires meeting them first! And only through experience can one know whether it's fate or calamity."

Wearing the face of Old Man Chai, Ji Xiaoyao simply said, "Happy New Year, Sect Master."

Even Lü Yao was happily drinking from her juice cup, her body exuding a medicinal fragrance, oh, and spiritual energy.

Shang Lin hurriedly said, "Everyone, hurry up and eat your food, or the God will secretly eat it all."

In an instant, everyone put down their chopsticks, but the Divine Lord said with dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with me eating more? I am the tower spirit who is responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the Dragon Spirit Tower."

Shang Lin said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, the God needs food the most, everyone hurry up and grab it."

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with Shang Lin making the most of the noise but eating the least, followed by Old Man Chai, and as for the others...

Shang Lin couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "There are too many foodies in my family, it's not easy to feed them!"

After dinner, everyone rested for a while before starting to make dumplings. As for watching the Spring Festival Gala, no one was interested, except for Shenjun and Ji Xiaoyao, who liked to watch martial arts dramas, fantasy dramas, and martial arts videos. Everyone else preferred watching short videos, just with different content. For example, Qiu Niang liked watching fashion videos, Xing Tian liked watching financial videos, and Huang Li liked watching cartoons...

As for Shang Lin, he spends all his free time cultivating, taking medicinal baths, and learning foreign languages. He hardly ever looks at his phone. It's not that he's not interested, but there's only so much time in a day, and he simply can't squeeze it out.

Even though it's Chinese New Year today, Shang Lin didn't cultivate, take a medicinal bath, or study a foreign language. He was busy from morning till night, so while everyone else was resting, he was the only one who went straight to sleep in his bedroom. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stay up until midnight to welcome the New Year.

Shang Lin took this "first" New Year very seriously, and naturally couldn't have any regrets. However, not long after he fell asleep, he dreamed of the beautiful woman he saw in the lotus bronze mirror.

Shang Lin watched as she smiled at the baby in her arms, like an audience member. "My baby has grown another year older. He must live a healthy and happy life."

The atmosphere was originally very warm and cozy, but the scene changed in the next second. A beautiful woman in white stood under the dark sky, with lightning flashing overhead. She was covered in blood, like a red plum blossom blooming against the white snow.

The next second, blood gushed from the corner of her lips, but she looked up at the dark sky and roared with a firm voice, "Today I will die in place of my son, so that he may live a healthy life."

The beauty lowered her head, and her tearful eyes suddenly looked at Shang Lin. He felt a pang in his heart and instantly woke up from his dream, like a drowning person who had been rescued and was now gasping for breath.

But the pain in my heart didn't subside with waking up. Instead, it felt like being stabbed deeper by a sharp blade, and the pain intensified.

Shang Lin subconsciously pulled open the collar of his pajamas to check if he was really injured. The next second, Hu Tangdi, She Jinxing, and Huang Li appeared in front of him, and the others followed a little later.

Shang Lin subconsciously pulled his shirt up, looking puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong with you all? Why did you all rush over here?"

Hu Tangdi and She Jinxing said in unison, "Sect Leader, what's wrong? We sense that you seem to be injured."

Shang Lin shook his head. "No, I just had a strange dream."

The pain in their hearts was gradually subsiding, but everyone still looked at Shang Lin's pale face with worry in their eyes.

The deity hurriedly asked, "What dream could have made you look so injured?"

Shang Lin spoke the truth, but he didn't say that he guessed the beauty in his dream might be the original owner's mother. After all, it was just a guess, and it was better not to say anything before it was confirmed.

After hearing Shang Lin's words, everyone fell silent again. The two short images were not enough to make any judgments, but if the sect leader was so upset by them, then this dream was probably not ordinary.

Seeing everyone's serious expressions, Shang Lin laughed and said, "Alright, alright, it was just a dream. Besides, I'm fine now. Everyone should go back to what they're doing."

Shang Lin's complexion had gradually returned to normal, and his smile was particularly friendly and infectious, so everyone left one after another.

After everyone else had left, the deity floated down to Shang Lin and said with a serious expression, "Could the beauty you dreamed of be... Shang Lin's mother? If so, I can probably guess a thing or two."

Shang Lin understood that the "Shang Lin" the deity was referring to was not the original owner of this body. However, "I am only guessing and cannot be sure. But if it is not Shang Lin's mother, why would I dream of her?" The pain in his heart was still so real.

The deity then asked, "Didn't you ask Old Man Chai about Shang Lin's mother?"

Shang Lin sighed helplessly, "How can I ask? If I ask, I'll just give myself away. Let's talk about the God's guess instead."