As a demon cultivator with considerable cultivation, it would be easy for her to sense whether a human's body temperature was normal. However, because she was worried about Shang Lin's health, she still reached out to touch his forehead, and sure enough, the temperature had dropped.
She Jinxing immediately said happily, "It's really alright now. Sect Master, you should go to sleep quickly. You still have an exam to take in a few hours."
"It's alright, I feel great right now." As Shang Lin spoke, he reached out and took She Jinxing's wrist to check his pulse.
She Jinxing was puzzled, "Sect Master..."
Shang Lin did not respond to She Jinxing's words, but instead took his pulse seriously. After a while, he looked up at his face and asked, "What happened when I was in meditation? Why is your internal energy so disordered? And a demon cultivator like you shouldn't be sweating, so why are you sweating?"
When Shang Lin said this, he subconsciously looked around to make sure that no strange creature had entered his meditation state, which was why She Jinxing had become like this.
But the next second, She Jinxing suddenly knelt down in front of Shang Lin, bowed his head and said, "It is my fault for failing to live up to the sect leader's life-saving grace."
Shang Lin looked at She Jinxing in a daze, instinctively reaching out to pull him up, wanting to ask, "What's wrong with you?"
But She Jinxing refused to stand up, lowering his head even further. "When the sect leader entered meditation, I don't know why, but suddenly... a fragrance filled the air, and I almost lost my composure and swallowed the sect leader."
Damn, I knew it. It seems that if this happens again, it really has to be inside the Dragon Spirit Tower, otherwise... wait a minute, "With my fragrance so strong, didn't I attract any other strange creatures?"
Even her own servants have designs on her, so there's no reason why other oddities... Well, maybe she's not "fragrant" enough yet, so her scent hasn't spread.
"I didn't notice." She Jinxing answered subconsciously before looking up at Shang Lin, "Sect Master, aren't you angry with me?" There was no hint of blame in his words or tone.
Shang Lin looked at She Jinxing with great confusion, "Why should I blame you? I'm perfectly fine now. Besides, you're my servant. Even if you wanted to devour me, you couldn't. So don't blame yourself. Get up quickly. What era are we living in? Still kneeling around? Aren't you afraid of shortening my lifespan?"
Upon hearing this, She Jinxing immediately stood up. Their sect leader was already in poor health, and the thought of shortening his lifespan was simply unbearable to hear. "Sect leader, you must not speak carelessly; it is very unlucky."
"Hehe..." Shang Lin immediately laughed out loud, "I didn't expect you to be so superstitious?"
She Jinxing thought to himself, "I'm just superstitious about this belief."
Shang Lin handed She Jinxing a bottle of pills. "Take care of your body first. It's really torturous to not be able to eat such delicious food. But I can start refining pills after my exams. I'll give you some pills to help you recover your body then. Sweating like this isn't a good thing."
She Jinxing's hand holding the medicine bottle trembled slightly. "Sect Master, from now on, no matter when or where, I will be with you and protect you."
Shang Lin laughed and said, "Is there any need to say that? This has been the result since the day you became my servant. However, I still hope that you can become stronger and stronger, so that I, as the sect leader, can also have a good reputation and be able to strut around with my head held high, right?"
She Jinxing really wanted to say, "The sect leader is not that kind of person at all."
But seeing the expectant look in Shang Lin's eyes, he said, "Alright, I'll do whatever the sect leader says."
After finishing his water, Shang Lin said, "I'm going to sleep. You should go back and rest too."
"yes."
The next day, Shang Lin went to the exam feeling refreshed. Compared to when he had a fever, he was in a better state to perform better. After the exam, he called out to Fan Mingyu, who was about to leave, "Do you have time at 1 p.m. on January 7th?"
Fan Mingyu asked instinctively, "Is something wrong?"
Shang Lin smiled, "Don't you want to get to know your fellow disciples?"
Fan Mingyu was immediately stunned. "Really?" For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nervous at this moment, even though he had previously wanted to meet his so-called fellow disciples.
Shang Lin laughed again, "What's with that expression? Are you scared, or are you lacking confidence?"
Fan Mingyu snapped back to reality and glared at Shang Lin. "Scared? And what do I lack confidence about? So what if we know each other? Where is it?"
"I'll pick you up then. That way you won't feel uncertain or scared."
This is not an exaggeration by Shang Lin. The current disciples of the Yuntai Sect are too incredible for ordinary humans. If it were just one or two, it would be fine, but if it were a group, I'm afraid no one's mental capacity would be able to handle it.
Even Meng Zhe, who was different from ordinary people and had come into contact with strange beings, was extremely nervous when he came to his own home, let alone the few he had seen at that time.
However, hearing Shang Lin's words severely damaged the boy's self-esteem. Fan Mingyu looked at him seriously and said, "You're looking down on me."
"No, no," Shang Lin hurriedly explained, "I was just giving you a friendly reminder."
"Tch." Fan Mingyu turned and walked away. "I'll contact you by phone later."
Shang Lin smiled and said, "Okay."
But when he turned his head, he saw Cheng Qiao looking at him with a smile. Shang Lin also politely returned the smile and then left. Sigh, he could have misjudged someone!
Shang Lin had previously wanted to bring Cheng Qiao into the family, but after hearing about She Jinxing's investigation, he gave up the idea. After getting to know him for a while, he finally realized that he had misjudged Cheng Qiao.
No, it should be said that Cheng Qiao's gaze gave Shang Lin a particularly bad feeling, even when he was smiling, this bad feeling still existed.
As for what was wrong with him, Shang Lin couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just felt that those eyes lacked the clarity of a typical high school student's; they were full of complexity. Could it be that he, like himself, was an old man who had to pretend to be young?
Oh my god, it's not impossible. What Cheng Qiao is cultivating is a simplified version of immortality. I actually overlooked this problem. No, the little snake has already investigated. If he's pretending to be young like me, he should be able to find out, right?
However, Shang Lin didn't care. They were just classmates, and who knew if they would be in the same class next year when they were divided into different classes. Even if they were in the same class, they would all go their separate ways in two and a half years, and who knew if they would ever see each other again. As long as they kept to themselves, that was fine.
Shang Lin felt a little regretful that he had missed out on an excellent human disciple, but then he thought that even if this person was excellent in other aspects, he would not have accepted him if his character was not good, so he was not too disappointed.
However, Shang Lin was unaware that after he left, Cheng Qiao kept staring in the direction he had gone, lost in thought for a long time, her hands slowly clenching into fists before finally relaxing them...
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