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

The night was dark.

In a quiet room in the back hall of the Tiangong Academy.

Feng Changjin sat alone at her desk, the candlelight reflecting off the silver-rimmed glasses on her nose, while the eight mechanical arms behind her quietly retracted.

Before him was a projection of spiritual energy.

The projection shows the water surface rippling gently, and an old man calmly fishing.

Second Elder.

Feng Changjin immediately stood up and bowed slightly: "Master."

"Um."

The second elder nodded, still clutching the dark fishing rod in his hand, its tip wet, clearly indicating he had just been summoned from the pond.

Feng Changjin glanced at the fishing rod and respectfully asked, "Master, what brings you here?"

The Second Elder stroked his long, snow-white beard and narrowed his eyes: "You've come to see Cheng Guoyun?"

"I have seen him," Feng Changjin replied truthfully.

"How are you feeling?" the Second Elder asked casually, but his cloudy eyes lit up slightly.

Feng Changjin frowned slightly, her tone indifferent yet carrying a hint of disapproval:

"Hiding behind Jiayin and letting Jiayin ask for armor for him, it feels like... he has no sense of responsibility."

The second elder lightly flicked his fishing rod and glanced at him sideways:

"As a man, how can you insist on doing everything yourself? Isn't that undignified?"

"In my opinion, this is composure."

Feng Changjin was taken aback.

Not right.

My master has always been arrogant and disdainful of ordinary disciples.

What's going on today...

He raised his head and looked at the Second Elder in the mirror, his brows furrowing even more: "Master, please just say what's on your mind."

The second elder then coughed and adopted an air of superiority:

"Um... I have a question for you. Do you think that lad has any chance of... joining our lineage?"

Feng Changjin's pupils contracted slightly, and the eight mechanical arms behind him froze for a moment.

"Master?" He could hardly believe his ears. "What did you say?"

The second elder stroked his beard, his gaze drifting elsewhere, but his voice remained perfectly clear:

"I said, we should find a way to get that kid to join our lineage."

Feng Changjin took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone calm:

"Master, I admit he is indeed highly talented, breaking through to the eighth rank in just a few days, but such geniuses are not uncommon in the Mo Sect, why bother..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Second Elder's breath hitched, his cloudy eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the fishing rod.

"What?! Another breakthrough?!"

Feng Changjin was taken aback: "Again...?"

"He had just entered the ninth rank of Daoist cultivation when he was in Yong'an County! I know that!"

The Second Elder's voice rose eight octaves, and his beard and hair stood on end:

"Only a few days?! He broke through again in Qingzhou?! Say it again, what realm is he in now?!"

Feng Changjin's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "This disciple saw it with my own eyes... he did indeed break through to the eighth rank, but the specifics..."

"An eighth-rank is an eighth-rank! There's no such thing as 'just breaking through and then breaking through again'!"

The second elder slapped his thigh suddenly, dropping his fishing rod to the ground with a thud, not even bothering to pick it up, his breathing becoming heavy:

"This kid..."

Feng Changjin frowned, still somewhat unwilling: "Master, even if he is exceptionally talented, you shouldn't have..."

"What do you know?!"

The second elder glared at him, then suddenly lowered his voice:

"That kid has awakened a mental supernatural ability! Moreover... according to Jiayin, even before he had any cultivation and was just an ordinary person, he could overhear Gao Heyun and Jiayin's conversation from a distance of one mile!"

hum!

Feng Changjin suddenly raised her head.

The eight mechanical arms behind him sprang open simultaneously, like spider legs with their fur standing on end, and then quickly retracted.

His pupils contracted sharply behind his glasses, and his fingers instinctively gripped the chair armrests.

Mental-based supernatural power!

What does it mean that Mo Xiu possesses mental supernatural abilities?

This means that he has the opportunity to become the backbone of the next generation of the Mo Clan!

Who is Gao Heyun?

How could Feng Changjin not know?

How could one see Gao Heyun when he was just an ordinary person?

This is at least a level-one divine power!

Feng Changjin's Adam's apple bobbed, and her voice was somewhat dry:

"Disciple...understands."

In the mirror, the Second Elder nodded in satisfaction, bent down to pick up the fishing rod, and gripped it again in his hand. A shrewd smile appeared on his old face.

"Good that you understand."

"Remember, no matter what method you use—coercion, bribery, or if all else fails…don't you have a daughter? Have her use her charms, use everything!"

"...A honey trap?" Feng Changjin felt a lump in her throat.

"Ahem, I was just saying it offhand."

The Second Elder stroked his beard, regaining his nonchalant demeanor. "You decide for yourself."

"Alright, I haven't finished fishing yet."

The light and shadow faded away.

Feng Changjin sat alone in the quiet room, gazing at the now-calm spiritual light projection, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he gently pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice:

"Cheng Laiyun..."

The eight mechanical arms behind him trembled slightly, as if they were also thinking about something.

…………

Two streets away from the Tiangong Institute, there is a cluster of temporary sheds.

A faint scent of herbs permeated the air around the shed, mixed with a strange, indescribable stench.

Dozens of patients, some lying down and some sitting, were groaning weakly with dark complexions.

A faint, almost imperceptible black aura lingered on the faces of these patients.

Several disciples of the Medical Sect dressed in white robes moved about, busy feeding medicine, administering acupuncture, and cleaning up filth.

Ling Ziyun squatted down next to a middle-aged man, holding three silver needles in his hand, his brows furrowed.

The man was burning hot, his lips were cracked, and he was breathing rapidly, like a bellows.

"Senior Brother Ling, another one has fainted over here!"

"Here it comes!"

Ling Ziyun responded and was about to get up when he caught a glimpse of two familiar figures walking towards the outside of the shed.

Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin.

Cheng Laiyun was still covered in bandages, but they were looser than before, revealing half of his face.

Xu Jiayin's left hand was still bandaged, but her right hand could already move freely.

The two stood outside the shed, looking at the chaotic scene inside, their expressions differing.

"Senior Brother Ling!" Cheng Laiyun waved to him.

Ling Ziyun wiped the sweat from his brow and jogged over: "What brings you here? Did you get the armor?"

"It won't be that fast." Cheng Laiyun chuckled softly. "Senior Brother Feng said the furnace for forging is with your Medical Sect disciples. We need to wait a few more days."

"Uh." Ling Ziyun gave an awkward smile.

Cheng Lai turned his head and looked at the patients on the ground, his brows furrowed:

"This is... the plague?"

"Sure enough, the symptoms are exactly the same as the corpse you had me burn last time!"

Before coming to Qingzhou, there was a martial arts instructor with the same symptoms at the martial arts academy of the Xu family's cloth shop.

Cheng Laiyun happened to awaken the "Forgetful River Guide" supernatural power.

He then empathized with the warrior and learned about his memories from his previous life.

Ling Ziyun sighed and nodded:

"The entire town of Liuma has been sealed off by order of the prefect."

"The Medical Master has temporarily set up this shed; we'll save as many as we can."

Cheng Laiyun stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over the patients groaning in pain, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You medical practitioners... treat them one by one?" he asked.

Ling Ziyun opened his mouth, then a bitter expression appeared on his face:

"Otherwise what? This kind of epidemic is extremely contagious and the symptoms are severe."

"We can only isolate the patients and administer the procedures and medications one by one."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Xu Jiayin was somewhat alarmed: "Is it that serious? Have you found the cause?"

"No." Ling Ziyun shook his head, his expression grave.

"We've tried everything."

"We examined the air, took the pulse, checked the water source, and even invited agricultural technicians to test the soil, but we found nothing."

"This plague came out of nowhere, and we can only treat the symptoms, but we can't find the root cause at all."

"Without finding the root cause, we cannot develop more effective treatments; we can only rely on the techniques of our medical disciples to diagnose and treat each patient one by one."

He paused, a hint of helplessness in Ling Ziyun's voice:

"Of course we want to find a more efficient method, but how can we research it when we don't even know the source?"

"Three of our disciples from the Medical Sect who came to Qingzhou have already fainted from exhaustion."

Cheng Laiyun remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly, some images flashed into his mind.

Forget the river!

That enormous black snake that appeared in the Qujiang River!

He took a deep breath.

She stared intently at Ling Ziyun's retreating figure.

What if I knew the source?