I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 244 Lin Nianjun Awakens

After the court session ended, Cheng Laiyun had just stepped out of the Golden Palace when Yu Qingzheng stopped him.

The two walked side by side along the passageway.

Yu Qingzheng first talked about the situation of the new policy.

With Yang Shi'en's downfall, most of the voices opposing the new policies in the court fell silent overnight.

The Emperor's Grace Decree received responses in various vassal states, and the implementation of the land tax reform was much smoother than before.

Cheng Laiyun responded to each of them.

But deep down, I had a feeling that my senior uncle's words today were loaded with meaning.

Sure enough, Yu Qingzheng stopped after turning through a moon gate.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice softer than before, carrying a weariness and melancholy that Cheng Laiyun rarely saw on the face of this usually composed Grand Elder of the Mo Clan:

"Laiyun, let's put the new policies aside for now."

"Your fifth uncle... it's time to send him away." Cheng Laiyun's heart sank.

Yu Qingzheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of the Mo Sect in the distance. His tone carried a hint of self-reproach and helplessness.

"Your fifth uncle's soul was damaged for many years, and it was only through my inscription that he was barely kept alive."

"You have now risen to the fourth rank, and from now on you will no longer need to extract divine thoughts from his soul."

"He has no disciples left—after Jia Ke left, your fifth uncle's lineage is already..."

"I think we should let him leave with dignity. You are a disciple of the Mo Sect, so come back and see him off."

Cheng Laiyun stood there, his throat tightening.

Strictly speaking, he and Lin Nianjun never exchanged a single word.

I first learned of this name in the Imperial Prison. Yu Qingzheng told him that the Mo Sect had produced a genius who could perfectly control a colossus. He was a fourth-rank Mo cultivator and should have been the hope for the revival of the Mo Sect, but he disappeared just as he was about to succeed.

That was the first time he had heard the name Lin Nianjun, and the first time he had known that the Mo Sect had been so close to revival.

The second time was on Yuxuan Mountain.

Lin Nianjun was controlled by Wei Xianjun and became a puppet. When Xu Jiayin saw him in the dilapidated temple, she called out "Fifth Uncle," but he just stood there blankly, like a walking corpse whose soul had been emptied. Later, his master Xu Miaozhen extracted the last wisp of divine consciousness from Lin Nianjun's soul and stored it in his giant statue.

Lin Nianjun's divine sense helped him turn the tide of battle more than once.

But he didn't even have a chance to call him "Fifth Uncle".

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath, nodded, and spoke in a soft but steady voice:

"Senior Uncle, I'll return to my sect now."

……

Mo Men, the secret chamber of Dongxu Peak.

When Cheng Laiyun pushed open the door, Lin Nianjun was lying on the stone bed with her eyes closed and her face calm.

But beneath that calm face...

His breathing almost stopped.

If Cheng Laiyun hadn't already broken through to the fourth rank and possessed astonishing mental power, everyone would probably have thought the person in front of them was a corpse.

He was completely different from when I first met him on Jade Mystic Mountain. Back then, he was disheveled and looked like a beggar.

After being taken back to her sect by Xu Miaozhen, she was clean, her hair was neatly combed, and she was wearing a moon-white long robe. She looked like she was just asleep.

Cheng Laiyun stood by the stone bed for a long time. He took a deep breath and bowed to Lin Nianjun's quiet figure.

Fifth Uncle.

As he stood up, he was about to take a step.

Then something suddenly came to mind.

wrong.

My Pure Heart Glazed Glass has been upgraded to the Universe level.

The Universe Level is a branch of the laws of heaven and earth, specializing in treating injuries to the divine mind.

Gao Heyun's consciousness was attacked by a dream demon in Langzhou, shattering her soul. The medical sect was helpless, but I healed her with the Pure Heart Glazed Glass.

Master Lin seems to have suffered damage to his soul as well—more severe and longer-lasting—but essentially, it's the same kind of injury.

Could I cure him too? This thought popped into my head.

It then skyrocketed uncontrollably.

Cheng Laiyun's gaze was solemn.

He squatted down and gently placed his hand on Lin Nianjun's forehead.

Deep within his consciousness, the glass-like bead lit up, its light more magnificent than ever before.

The healing power of the Universe-level Pure Heart Glaze has already touched the edge of the laws of heaven and earth.

It's not a simple repair; it's about using the light of crystal to reshape the foundation of the divine soul, allowing the fragments that have been broken for many years to find each other again and grow back together.

A shimmering, glassy light emanated from Cheng Laiyun's palm and seeped into Lin Nianjun's sea of ​​consciousness.

When his divine sense probed in, he saw a scene of utter devastation—his divine soul was shattered into dozens of pieces, barely held in a fragile balance by the inscriptions. Any shattering of any one piece could cause the entire divine soul to collapse completely.

Those fragments have been dimmed for many years, so dim that they can hardly be seen to have any luster.

The light of the Pure Heart Crystal seeped into the gaps between the fragments, filling the cracks inch by inch, piecing together the shattered divine soul piece by piece.

Those fragments, dulled for years, began to glow under the shimmering light—not forcibly awakened, but reborn, like withered trees coming back to life. After an unknown amount of time, Lin Nianjun's finger twitched.

Then he opened his eyes.

Those were deep, dark eyes, exactly as Yu Qingzheng had described—calm, clear, carrying a tranquility that only comes after a long period of time.

He first looked at the ceiling, then slowly turned his head to look at Cheng Laiyun, who was squatting next to the stone bed.

He stared at Cheng Laiyun for a long time, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were trying to recognize a stranger's face.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for many years, but he enunciated each word clearly:

"Who are you?"

Cheng Laiyun was slightly shocked.

I'm... this awesome?!

It's amazing that they were able to save Uncle Lin!

I!

Before he could speak, footsteps sounded outside the door. It wasn't one person, it was three.

Yu Qingzheng walked at the front, his face solemn; his second senior brother followed closely behind, still clutching the fishing rod he never let go of; Xu Miaozhen walked at the back, her sky-blue fairy dress trailing on the ground, a light-colored silk sash tied around her waist.

The three of them walked very slowly and heavily, as if they were stepping on their own shadows with every step.

They thought they were here today to send Lin Nianjun off on her final journey.

Yu Qingzheng pushed open the door to the secret room, his voice low and strained with a forced calm:

"Laiyun, it's good that you're here."

"Your fifth uncle had a hard life. When he passed away—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw Lin Nianjun sitting on the stone couch, looking at them with a blank and slightly confused gaze.

The fishing rod in my second uncle's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and the wrinkles on his old face seemed to have been paused.

Xu Miaozhen stood at the door, her fingers gripping the door frame slightly white, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Lin Nianjun stared at the three people at the door for a long time. Then he stood up, still feeling a little weak, but he stood ramrod straight.

He bowed to Yu Qingzheng, his second senior uncle, and Xu Miaozhen. His voice was still hoarse when he spoke, but his manners were impeccable and flawless.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Senior Sister. Nianjun—I'm sorry to have worried you."

Yu Qingzheng did not answer.

My second senior brother did not answer either.

Xu Miaozhen did not answer.

The three of them stood at the door, watching Lin Nianjun bow to them, watching their junior brother, whom they had prepared for his funeral as if he were about to die, now standing there alive.

Yu Qingzheng's hands began to tremble. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, lowered his head to wipe the corner of his eye, and then turned his gaze to Cheng Laiyun.

Second Uncle's eyes also reddened. He bent down to pick up the fishing rod, and held it in his hand. The tip of the rod trembled like a bamboo tip being blown by the wind.

Xu Miaozhen gently dabbed the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, then raised her head and looked at Cheng Laiyun with a gaze that was hard to describe as either reproach or delight.

"Lai Yun," Yu Qingzheng began, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against rust, but every word seemed to be ripped directly from the deepest part of his heart.

"How did your uncle wake up?" Cheng Laiyun withdrew his hand from Lin Nianjun's forehead. The scar on his palm, left by the blood letter, had not yet fully healed and shimmered faintly in the afterglow of the glass light.

He stood up, bowed to the three elders, and spoke in a very soft tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant:

"Master Uncle, my supernatural abilities have improved a few days ago."

"I was just thinking—could I give it a try? I never expected it to actually work."

The room was quiet for a moment, then Yu Qingzheng was the first to laugh.

Laughing without reservation.

He grabbed Lin Nianjun's shoulder, his hand still trembling slightly, gripping tightly as if afraid that if he let go, his junior brother would fall down again.

Second Uncle stood to the side, his lips trembling for a long time, unable to utter a single word. He simply patted Lin Nianjun's back repeatedly, as if trying to shove all the words owed over the past five years into his very bones.

Xu Miaozhen stood beside the stone bed, gently dabbed at the corner of her eye with her sleeve, then lowered her sleeve, a faint and gentle smile appearing on her face.

Yu Qingzheng released Lin Nianjun's shoulder, turned around, looked at Cheng Laiyun, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:

"What kind of supernatural power?"

Cheng Laiyun said with a relaxed expression: "It's the supernatural power to heal the soul, you should know about it, Grand Master Uncle."

Yu Qingzheng remained silent for a long time.

He knew that, of course.

But he never imagined that the process would allow him to cure Lin Nianjun.

After a long while, he took a deep breath:

"You brat, good. You're stronger than your master, stronger than me, and stronger than your fifth uncle—as well."

He spoke with his usual disdain, but Cheng Laiyun clearly saw something gleaming slightly in his eyes.

Lin Nianjun stood beside the stone bed, listening to the conversation between Yu Qingzheng and Cheng Laiyun.

Finally, these fragments were pieced together into a complete picture.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Cheng Laiyun.

Cheng Laiyun was also looking at him.

Both of their gazes were extremely calm. Then, Lin Nianjun turned around.

Facing Yu Qingzheng, his voice carried a mixture of emotion and relief:

"Senior Brother, we discussed countless times back then whether the wonders of nature could be activated by future generations."

"You said yes, I said no. Now it seems you were right."

Yu Qingzheng laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the secret chamber, causing the inscriptions on the stone walls to flicker.

"When have I ever made a mistake? Back in the imperial prison, this brat knelt before me and revealed all the secrets of the colossus. I knew then that the revival of the Mohist sect was on the horizon!"

Second Uncle finally calmed down from his excitement. He took out a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, blew his nose, stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve, and put on his signature smug posture again.

He stroked his beard, looked at Yu Qingzheng, and complained in a tone that was half-joking:

"Senior Brother, I don't like hearing that. What do you mean by saying the revival of the Mo Sect is hopeless?"

"The Mo Sect doesn't only have Cheng Laiyun as a disciple. I also have my own disciples."

Yu Qingzheng raised an eyebrow, leaned back in his chair, and looked at his second senior uncle with a smile, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "Oh? What kind of people does junior brother have under his tutelage? Tell us all."

Second Master Uncle had been waiting for these words. He stroked his beard with even more smugness, raised his chin slightly, and raised his voice several decibels: "My disciple Yun Ce broke through to the fourth rank the day before yesterday. Compared to this brat Cheng—"

He smiled smugly:

"He's not much worse than Cheng, is he?"

"To put it bluntly, among the new generation of Mo Sect disciples, Yun Ce is undoubtedly the best in terms of composure, foundation, and understanding of the colossus inscriptions."

He became more and more smug and excited as he spoke, and finally he simply shouted towards the door:

"Yun Ce! Come in!"

A young disciple walked in from outside the door. He was wearing a dark blue robe in the style of the Mo Sect, with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing two slender wrists.

He was slender and tall, with well-defined facial features, slightly prominent cheekbones, and a calm and indifferent demeanor that belied his age.

He entered the secret room, his face devoid of any extraneous expression.

Not nervous, not excited, not deliberately humble, just standing there calmly, like a tree that has been blown by the wind for a long time but has never bent.

He first bowed respectfully to Qingzheng, his movements neither humble nor arrogant:

"Disciple Yun Ce greets Senior Uncle Yu." His voice was not loud, but his pronunciation was very clear. After speaking, he straightened up without any further pleasantries.

Then he turned to Xu Miaozhen, bowing slightly with the same courtesy, his tone steady:

"Greetings, Uncle Xu."

Finally, he bowed to Lin Nianjun, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment—Lin Nianjun had been missing for many years when he entered the sect and had never seen this legendary fifth uncle before, but he still addressed him respectfully:

"Greetings, Uncle Lin."

Yu Qingzheng nodded, his gaze sweeping over Yun Ce with a hint of approval.

Xu Miaozhen nodded slightly.

Lin Nianjun looked at this junior apprentice who was so composed that he didn't seem like a young man, and a gentle expression appeared between his brows.

Second Master Uncle stood beside Yun Ce, taking in everyone's reactions, and the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher.

He reached out and patted Yun Ce on the shoulder, his tone brimming with undisguised pride:

"Senior Brother, Junior Sister Xu, Junior Brother Lin—look at these disciples I've taught. Steady, reliable, and humble."

"With such temperament and such talent, can you find another like him among the new generation of disciples in the Mo Sect?" After saying that, he turned his gaze to Xu Miaozhen, his tone carrying a hint of provocation:

"Junior Sister Xu, although your young master Cheng has made some progress in supernatural abilities, supernatural abilities are supernatural abilities, and realm is realm."

There is still a difference between the two.

Xu Miaozhen held her teacup, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on her lips, but remained silent.

At this point, the fisherman suddenly changed the subject: "Since everyone is here today, I'd like to bring something up."

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present, finally settling on Yu Qingzheng, and his tone suddenly became serious:

"It's time to settle the matter of the chief disciple."

"Yun Ce is the first among the new generation of disciples of the Mo Sect to break through to the fourth rank. In terms of cultivation, character, and lineage, he is undoubtedly the chief disciple."

The more he spoke, the more smug he became, and the more convinced he was of his own right. Finally, he simply waved his hand, pointing to the dark fishing rod leaning against the stone wall in the corner, his voice booming as if he were proclaiming an imperial edict:

"I'll put my words here—among the new generation of disciples of the Mo Sect, if there's anyone stronger than Yun Ce, I'll eat this fishing rod!"