Even if no one knows the specific effects of one's blood, its attraction is undeniable.
However, Changfeng's explanation was reasonable, so Shang Lin followed his words and said, "That's right, you have more opportunities to be bloodthirsty with Mo Rong."
Changfeng especially wanted to say, "Except for the period around the Blood Moon when Mo Rong went on a killing spree, I became his assistant after that and never saw a drop of blood."
However, at this moment, Changfeng chose to remain silent, especially since Shang Lin had already begun telling the herb garden the names of the herbs he needed.
Not long after, Green Yao, now a bit bigger and covered in various medicinal herbs, darted out of the herb garden and appeared in front of Shang Lin. "Here you go."
Shang Lin hurriedly said, "I won't trouble you twice. Just take these medicinal herbs directly to the second floor."
Green Yao glanced at the blood seeping from the corner of Shang Lin's lips again and was reluctant to take a step.
Shang Lin couldn't help but reach out and tap Green Yao's wooden body. "Quickly put away that bloodthirsty look of yours. This sect master is injured and can't feed you."
Green Yao darted up to the second floor of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, then rushed back to the herb garden, where she handed Shang Lin a red ginseng root. "Eat this."
Shang Lin was taken aback. "Is this a new variety you've cultivated? The previous red ginseng wasn't this red."
Green Yao looked at Shang Lin, puzzled, and only said one word, "Eat".
"Alright, since it's good stuff anyway, I won't ask any more questions." He was simply curious. If Green Magic's medicinal herb cultivation was so effective, he wouldn't have to be frugal when using it.
Before going to the second floor of the Dragon Spirit Tower, Shang Lin said to Xing Tian, "Send a message to the human employees to give them a holiday. We'll officially start work again after Uncle Hat finishes his investigation."
Xing Tian looked at Shang Lin with some confusion, "Sect Master, why did you call the police? Ordinary people can't handle a situation like this!"
"Who said that? Besides, how can we, the Yuntai Sect, possibly deal with the Flying Immortal Palace? They are a reclusive sect with hundreds, even thousands of years of history, while we have only been established for a few years. We should take advantage of their strength when necessary. Anyway, I am still a minor, and there are laws protecting minors in the human world. Even if we can't get their help, it would be good to cause some trouble for the Flying Immortal Palace, so that they won't keep bothering me like mad dogs."
Xing Tian wanted to ask, "Old Chai, is it really true that nothing is left?"
But in the end, they held back from asking. Although their sect leader was indifferent to everyone, he was not a cold-blooded monster without feelings; he just didn't show it so obviously.
Old Man Chai was the first human the sect leader came into contact with in the human realm, and he was the human who took care of him wholeheartedly. Although he didn't say anything, it was impossible for him not to feel sad at all.
Shang Lin was indeed saddened, but at a time like this, he had no time to be sad. How could he solve the problems of the Flying Immortal Palace if he didn't quickly treat the injuries of his disciples?
Moreover, there are procedures to follow when reporting to the police, which also takes time. So you have to endure the sadness. After all, you are just a minor on the surface, but inside you are an old man who is thousands of years old. Can you cry like a little boy?
Shang Lin first ate a raw red ginseng to fully restore his spiritual power, then set up a double isolation array before beginning to refine the pills. To make the pills more effective, he added his own blood.
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