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

Prefectural Governor's Office.

Tiangong Institute.

Cheng Laiyun sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, sunlight filtering through the peach tree branches.

He squinted slightly, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

"Uncle Cheng!"

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, came from the courtyard gate.

Cheng Lai turned his head and saw a little girl lifting the hem of her skirt and running into the courtyard.

The little girl wore a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a few delicate peach blossoms embroidered on the hem, which fluttered gently as she ran.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, her face still had baby fat, and her skin was fair and tender.

Her eyes were big and round, with bright black pupils. When she looked at people, she always stared straight ahead, exuding an innocent and naive charm.

Feng Ruoyu.

Feng Changjin's senior brother's legitimate daughter.

Although it was only a short two-day time together.

But Cheng Laiyun's modern humor and insight deeply attracted Feng Ruoyu's curiosity.

At this moment, Feng Ruoyu, clutching a ring of things in her hand, ran up to Cheng Laiyun and held it up like a treasure.

It was a wreath woven from peach branches, adorned with a few fresh peach blossoms, pink and glistening with morning dew.

"Uncle Cheng, look!" Feng Ruoyu smiled, her eyes crinkling to reveal her two little tiger teeth.

"I just picked some peach blossoms in the yard, and it took me ages to finish weaving this wreath! It really suits you!"

As she spoke, she tiptoed and gently placed the flower wreath on Cheng Laiyun's head with her fair little hand.

Cheng Laiyun was taken aback, then felt a faint fragrance of peach blossoms wafting from above, and was both amused and exasperated.

He reached out and took off the flower wreath, looking at the pair of bright, sparkling eyes before him, and said helplessly:

"Ruoyu, your master is a man and is not worthy of a flower wreath."

Feng Ruoyu blinked, seemingly not quite understanding why men shouldn't be worthy of flower wreaths.

In her opinion, beautiful things should be given to people you like.

Looking at her bewildered expression, Cheng Laiyun smiled and put the flower wreath back on her head:

"In my opinion, this ring complements you perfectly."

The pink peach blossoms against her pink dress made her look like a peach blossom fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Feng Ruoyu paused for a moment, then reached out and touched the flower wreath on her head. A wide smile bloomed on her face, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Does Senior Brother Laiyun truly feel that way?"

The voice was filled with undisguised joy.

Cheng Laiyun said calmly, "Of course I wouldn't lie to Junior Sister Feng."

"Hehe!!" Feng Ruoyu laughed even more happily, twirled around on the spot, her skirt fluttering and petals falling.

She wanted to say something else.

"Cough cough."

A dignified cough came from the courtyard gate.

The two of them turned to look at the same time.

Feng Changjin appeared in the courtyard at some point, still wearing an indigo robe and silver-rimmed glasses, with eight mechanical arms quietly retracting behind her.

His face was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but his eyes behind his glasses were fixed precisely on Cheng Laiyun's hand... the hand that was putting a flower wreath on Feng Ruoyu.

To be precise, it landed at the distance between the two people.

Very close.

It was so close that his eyelids twitched involuntarily twice.

"Ruoyu," Feng Changjin's voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable authority, "it's time for you to cultivate."

Feng Ruoyu's smile vanished instantly, her lips trembled, and she looked at her father pitifully, "Oh..."

She glanced at Cheng Laiyun with lingering reluctance, then slowly walked towards Feng Changjin, turning back every few steps.

Cheng Laiyun was about to ask about the progress of the armor when Feng Ruoyu spoke first:

"Father, why isn't Uncle Cheng's armor finished yet?"

She tilted her head back, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "My martial uncle has been waiting for so long!"

Feng Changjin's hand tightened slightly under her sleeve.

An indescribable sense of humiliation welled up in my heart.

It was as if something important was about to be stolen from them.

He took a deep breath, his expression remaining calm, but his voice was somewhat subdued:

"All preparations are complete, except for the forging furnace. But the furnace is with the physician, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Oh..." Feng Ruoyu lowered her head dejectedly, then turned to Cheng Laiyun with an apologetic expression:

"Uncle-Master Laiyun, I'm so sorry."

That soft, sweet voice, coupled with that self-reproachful little expression, softened Cheng Laiyun's heart.

He quickly waved his hand: "It's alright, it's alright, there's no rush to wait two more days."

Upon hearing this, Feng Changjin's lips curled into a faint smile, and she spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Two days? I'm afraid that won't work."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of certainty:

"The medical community has yet to find the source of this plague. In my opinion, it will take at least two months."

Cheng Laiyun frowned slightly: "I heard that the Medical Sect Elder is personally leading the effort this time. It probably won't take two months, will it?"

Feng Changjin adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a white light: "The plague came too suddenly, without any warning. Two months is an understatement."

Cheng Laiyun stroked his chin, deep in thought.

He had already reminded Ling Ziyun, judging from how much Ling Ziyun cared about him.

We should be able to find our direction soon.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said:

"I have quite a lot of confidence in the medical school."

Feng Changjin chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard before finally settling on the flower wreath atop Feng Ruoyu's head. He spoke with a forced smile:

"If the physician can achieve this in less than two months, I will eat this wreath myself."

Uh.

Cheng Laiyun's lips twitched slightly.

No wonder he's a disciple of that fisherman's lineage.

Even their style is the same.

The voice just fell.

A flurry of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Junior Brother Cheng!! Junior Brother Cheng!!"

Ling Ziyun's voice grew louder as it approached, filled with barely concealed excitement.

He rushed into the courtyard, spotted Cheng Laiyun at a glance, and strode over to him, grabbing his hand, his face flushed with excitement:

"Junior Brother Cheng! It's done! It's done!!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Laiyun's heart stirred slightly, then he glanced at Feng Changjin without making a sound and pursed his lips.

He gave it a pitying look.

Then he looked at Ling Ziyun and blinked twice:

"What's done?"

"The plague is over!" Ling Ziyun exclaimed excitedly, his words tumbling out incoherently.

"Your line of thinking! Poison! Not the plague! It's poison! The medicine we prepared based on the antidote has cured them all!!"

After he finished speaking, he took Cheng Laiyun's hand and bowed solemnly:

"Junior Brother Cheng's great kindness will be forever remembered by the Medical Sect! We will be ready to go through fire and water for you if you ever need us!"

Cheng Laiyun grinned and waved his hands repeatedly:

"We're all family, no need to be so polite, it was just a small favor."

"What a small favor!" Ling Ziyun straightened up, patted his chest, and said, "Uncle Luo said you'll be a distinguished guest of the Medical Sect from now on! Come anytime, and we'll entertain you anytime!"

He seemed to remember something, turned his head, and said again:

"By the way, the people from the Forging Division of the Heavenly Crafts Institute have moved out, but they should be able to move here to the Heavenly Crafts Institute soon!"

With that, he hurried away.

All that remained was a disheveled Feng Changjin standing in the wind.

He stood there, his smile frozen.

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, stared at the furnace that was being carried in, then slowly moved back to Cheng Laiyun's face.

He opened his mouth.

He didn't say anything.

Cheng Laiyun shrugged, looking innocently at Feng Changjin: "Senior brother, what did you say you were going to eat?"

Feng Changjin's lips twitched slightly.

The eight robotic arms behind him froze simultaneously.

half an hour.

He silently turned around and walked out without looking back.

"Father, where are you going?" Feng Ruoyu called from behind.

"...Cultivation."

The two words were hard and forced, as if squeezed out from between teeth.

Feng Ruoyu quickly followed, saying, "I'll go with you!"

After saying that, she turned back to Cheng Laiyun and waved to him, saying:

"Uncle Cheng, I'll come find you again next time. I want to hear you tell me that...that story called 'Journey to the West'!"

Her big eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Cheng Laiyun waved with a smile: "Okay, see you next time."

After that, Cheng Laiyun was the only one left in the courtyard.

Just as Cheng Laiyun was about to return to his specially made armchair and sit down.

"Yo~~~"

A faint voice came from the courtyard gate, trailing off with a long, drawn-out tone.

Xu Jiayin had appeared there at some point, arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the door frame, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Uh." Cheng Lai turned around, looking surprised, and asked, "Senior Sister Xu, when did you arrive?"

Xu Jiayin didn't respond, but just rolled her big eyes at her, speaking sarcastically:

"Yo yo yo—"

She pinched her throat, her voice high-pitched and thin:

"Uncle Laiyun, this flower wreath suits you quite well!"

Cheng Laiyun: "..."

"Uncle Laiyun is truly blessed."

She continued to use a high-pitched, cloyingly sweet voice:

"Some people bring you flower wreaths, some play with you, and some listen to you tell stories from Journey to the West."

Cheng Laiyun's lips twitched: "Senior sister, let me explain..."

"No need to explain, I understand!" Xu Jiayin said, patting Cheng Laiyun on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Keep up the good work, Uncle Laiyun."

"I believe in you!"

After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for Cheng Laiyun's reaction.

That figure, swaying gracefully, carried a hint of mockery, ridicule, and something else... indescribable.

Cheng Laiyun stood there, watching the figure disappear into the courtyard gate, then looked at the furnace on the ground, and then at his own empty head.

After a while, he rubbed his temples and muttered to himself:

"What is all this nonsense...?"

In the courtyard, peach blossoms are still falling.

A spring breeze blows by, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

There's also a hint of sour vinegar.