Shang Lin woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black; it was almost completely dark. How could this be?

The hotel had double beds. Shang Lin slept on the side by the window, while Old Man Chai slept on the side by the door. Aside from the light coming in from the window, what about the small nightlight? Because he was worried about something happening to him at night, Old Man Chai absolutely wouldn't turn off the light, so…

Shang Lin subconsciously looked towards Old Man Chai's direction, but couldn't see anything because of the darkness. He hurriedly got out of bed to see what was going on, but suddenly heard a roar in his ear.

The sound made Shang Lin's heart sink. This was definitely not a sound that a human could make. He hurriedly walked to Old Man Chai's bedside, but it felt like he had walked for a long time and still hadn't arrived. Could it be the same situation as when he met Qiu Niang?

Just as Shang Lin was filled with doubt, he heard Xing Tian's pitiful cry for help, "Big brother, save me!!!"

Shang Lin immediately took out the Dragon Spirit Pagoda to illuminate the dark environment, only to see Xing Tian surrounded by a cloud of black mist, seemingly about to be swallowed up. He hurriedly pricked his fingertip and drew a talisman in the air. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Heaven has no taboos, earth has no taboos, all things are without restrictions, the way of heaven, the way of earth, the way of man, the five elements follow their way."

The black mist that had been surrounding Xing Tian suddenly rushed towards Shang Lin, and a gust of cold wind rushed straight to his face with the force of a typhoon. He did not dodge or avoid it and continued to paint, looking completely confident of victory, but this could be ignored by his increasingly pale face and slightly trembling body.

Seeing its attack fail, the black mist immediately materialized into human form, dressed in black, with black hair and black eyes; except for its pale blue face, everything else was pitch black. Shang Lin's mind raced—a ghost cultivator?!

It's not surprising that ghost cultivators cultivate by devouring ghosts, but it's truly shocking to see them in the human realm!

Suddenly, a black sword appeared in the ghost cultivator's hand, pointing directly at Shang Lin's face. "Kid, mind your own business, or I'll eat you up too."

As the black sword struck, Shang Lin instinctively dodged, simultaneously waving the talisman he had drawn at the opponent, saying, "Eating me will give you an upset stomach."

A large, blood-red net bound the ghost cultivator as he twisted and turned. He looked at Shang Lin in disbelief, "Who exactly are you?"

Shang Lin casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and calmly said to the ghost cultivator, "If I said I was a person of extraordinary abilities, would you believe me?"

"Hmph, you really are a liar."

After finishing speaking, the ghost cultivator pounced on Shang Lin again, completely disregarding the damage caused to his body by the restraints on his body. He truly had a ruthless streak.

Unexpectedly, the talisman he drew with his blood failed to trap the ghost cultivator, making Shang Lin realize that with his current cultivation level of only a few months, he was completely no match for the opponent. But he had the Dragon Spirit Tower; he would take it first.

With a hum, the tower hummed, and the ghost cultivator was taken into the Dragon Spirit Tower. Hopefully, this ghost cultivator wouldn't destroy his own herb garden in a fit of anger. But saving his life was the priority right now, so there was no time to worry about anything else.

Ah! No, Qiu Niang and Huang Ying are still inside. What if they get eaten by this ghost? Shang Lin hurriedly opened the Dragon Spirit Tower to release them, but strangely, the ghost cultivator didn't take the opportunity to come out.

Xing Tian was completely out of touch with everything right now. She floated shakily to Shang Lin's side and said, "Big brother, you're truly a master from another world. I'm not going to the underworld anymore, can I come with you?"

Shang Lin's face darkened. "Why are you following me? I..."

When Qiu Niang and Huang Ying landed, they were still a little dazed, but then they saw someone in front of Shang Lin—no, a ghost—trying hard to promote itself.

Xing Tian said, "I can tutor you and help you become a top student. When you grow up, I can also help you with your business. I'm a student..."

"Hehe." Shang Lin suddenly laughed. "No, we don't need to."

As he spoke, Shang Lin began to look for a way out. His small body couldn't withstand any more hardship, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover.

Qiu Niang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "My benefactor, what happened?"

Xing Tian continued to elaborate on his strengths and aggressively promote himself, acting as if Shang Lin's rejection would be a huge loss. He completely failed to notice that he was no longer in a normal human form, but rather in a state of disfigurement after falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Shang Lin was immune to this; otherwise, let alone speaking to the other party, even escaping would be too slow. So he answered Qiu Niang's question casually, "I've run into a little trouble. Do you think you can break through this place and get back to the inn?"

"Huh?!" Xing Tian only noticed Qiu Niang and Huang Ying at this moment, but looked at Shang Lin with admiration, "Big brother, you already have disciples, so please take me in too."

Qiu Niang, whose eyes were only on Shang Lin, immediately replied, "It's similar to the situation when I took away my benefactor before. Leave it to me."

"good."

Shang Lin was naturally happy to be a hands-off manager, and as for Xing Tian, ​​he simply ignored him. Sure enough, they were all back in the hotel in no time, and even though not much time had passed, Old Man Chai was still sleeping soundly.

However, Shang Lin still asked Qiu Niang, "Didn't you see a single ghost cultivator in the Dragon Spirit Tower?"

Qiu Niang shook her head, but Huang Ying said, "I did sense a little movement, and then the adults released us."

Shang Lin found it strange; how could they not have met when they were all in the same space? But he didn't dare to risk opening the Dragon Spirit Tower to see what was going on.

Seeing that it wasn't appropriate for Qiu Niang and Huang Ying to follow him like this, Shang Lin could only use blood as a guide to draw two talismans and put them inside so he could carry them with him.

Xing Tian watched in amazement, his eyes practically shining. "Little brother, please accept me as your disciple! No, Master, Master..."

"Stop." Shang Lin pressed the wound on his fingertip while refusing, "Their situation is special, so they have to stay with me temporarily. You're different. Don't waste time, hurry up..."

"Master." Xing Tian knelt down in front of Shang Lin with exceptional courtesy and said with utmost solemnity, "Please accept my bow."

Shang Lin rolled her eyes without any regard for her image, then raised her hand to rub her forehead. "I'm tired. Let's talk after I wake up."

Xing Tian immediately replied, "Yes, Master."

Shang Lin's words were absolutely true. He collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly, but after two days of continuous torment, his little body was completely "broken down".

The next morning, when Old Man Chai saw Shang Lin, he was so frightened that he immediately took a taxi to the hospital without thinking twice. However, the problem of difficulty in accessing medical care is even more pronounced in big cities; just getting an appointment almost killed Old Man Chai, let alone getting to the emergency room…

Old Man Chai, who was so concerned that he made a mistake, never expected this.

Moreover, Shang Lin, a patient who seemed to have no other problems except for being a little weak, was in a completely different situation compared to the patients coming in and out of the emergency room.

Shang Lin wanted to stop Old Man Chai. How could a hospital treat his condition? Even though this was his first time leaving the village since arriving in the human world, he knew that medical care was expensive. How much money did they have to afford medical treatment?