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

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The [Patriarch's Image and Register] has moved.

A profound sense of vitality suddenly appeared.

It was like a warm current surging from the depths of the earth, or like a spring breeze blowing through withered trees, bringing forth all things.

Cheng Laiyun focused his mind, and his consciousness instantly sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

On the altar, five statues of deities each occupy their respective positions.

But at this moment, in the very center of the void, a figure was slowly coalescing.

The first thing to appear was a pair of feet.

Barefoot, stepping on the ground, with a few vines wrapped around her ankles, the vines still bearing tender green buds.

Next is the body.

It was a half-naked upper body, with bronze skin and bulging muscles that did not appear ferocious.

He wore an animal skin around his waist, with large and small cloth bags hanging from it, bulging and full, their contents unknown.

Then comes the face.

A weathered face, thick eyebrows like silkworms, a high nose bridge, and slightly prominent cheekbones.

His gaze was gentle yet profound, as if he had witnessed the withering and flourishing of plants, and the cycle of life and death.

He had a pair of slightly raised horns on the top of his head.

He carried an ochre whip on his shoulder; the whip was dark red and covered in mud and grass juice.

Various colors of light faintly emanated from the cloth bags at his waist.

He stood quietly in the void, barefoot on the ground, carrying an ochre whip on his shoulder, looking gently at Cheng Laiyun, and slowly opened his mouth.

The voice was old yet deep, like an echo from the depths of the earth:

"Plants and trees have their own nature, and all poisons have their own source."

"I tasted it, I discerned it, and I whipped it."

A beam of earthy yellow light shot out from the tip of the whip and pierced straight into Cheng Laiyun's brow!

Cheng Laiyun was startled.

The radiance of the [Patriarch's Image and Record] shines brightly, and the sixth deity statue has already solidified.

[Current Patriarch: Shunfeng'er Gaojue...Shennong]

[Available Supernatural Abilities: Hearing the Wind (Active), Body of a Hundred Herbs (Passive Constitution)]

[Body of Herbs: Impervious to all poisons (poison is like a gentle spring breeze to you), Affinity with Plants (greatly increased affinity with plants), Vitality for All Things (greatly increased speed of recovery from injuries and spiritual energy).]

Cheng Laiyun's eyes gleamed!

I got an SSR...

The patriarch descended so many times.

He actually figured out a pattern.

What rank or position a patriarch holds is not important.

The most important thing is functionality!

Just like the Venerable Master Gaojue.

Although he was neither the strongest nor the most famous among the many patriarchs.

But everyone who uses the skill of having super hearing says it's great!

Then there's the Giant Spirit God's Law of Heaven and Earth, a supernatural power that provides a completely direct and immediate boost to combat strength!

Next is Meng Po's "Forget-Me-Not Guide," which allows her to empathize with the dead and can have unexpected effects at certain times.

Secondly, there's the defense from the Xuanwu Ancestor, and the lotus body of Nezha the Third Prince... These two aren't very effective against him at the moment.

As for Shennong now... although he is only a "body of a hundred herbs", he contains three top-level passive abilities!

The first is immunity to all poisons... needless to say, it's an essential skill for all time travelers.

The second one is affinity with plants and trees; isn't this the sacred body of a disciple of the Innate Medical Sect...?

The third one goes without saying; like Qi Dazhuang's awakened supernatural power, it's an enhanced version of Wolfman.

In summary, they are very strong.

Cheng Laiyun looked down at his hands.

Those hands were still fair, but he could clearly feel that something had been added to the blood.

It was an instinct that resonated with the heavens, earth, plants, and trees; it was as if he could sense the breath of every plant within a hundred feet radius if he so desired.

He clenched his fist slightly.

…………

The next day.

Tiangong Institute, Forging Room.

Feng Changjin stood in front of the half-person-high furnace, with eight mechanical arms working simultaneously behind him.

One line controls the furnace temperature.

A piece of armor with dark gold trim.

One is holding a carving knife to outline spiritual patterns.

There are also five other teams, each responsible for a different process.

Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin stood aside, waiting quietly.

The fire in the stove went out.

Feng Changjin turned around, her eyes behind her silver-rimmed glasses revealing a hint of weariness, but even more so, a sense of relief at the completion of the task.

He raised his hand, and a robotic arm handed him the forged item.

That was a set of armor.

Layers of dark gold armor plates overlapped, including the breastplate, arm armor, leg armor, and shoulder armor. Each armor plate was engraved with intricate spiritual patterns, with a faint glow emanating from them.

The helmet is a streamlined, full-face design, with a deep purple spirit crystal embedded in the visor, acting like goggles.

Cheng Laiyun took the armor; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, but not cumbersome.

He examined the armor closely—its color, its patterns, its design, and how it resembled the colossal jade statue in his mind…

Exactly the same!!

Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin exchanged a glance, and a smile flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Feng," Cheng Laiyun said, clasping his hands in thanks.

Feng Changjin nodded slightly, her tone remaining calm:

"The Ink Clan's standard battle armor is usable by Rank 8. Its defense is passable, better than nothing. If not used, it can be stored in the Mustard Seed Bracelet."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Cheng Laiyun's face for a moment behind his glasses, then frowned and asked:

"What have you thought about what I told you a few days ago?"

Cheng Laiyun put the Mo Clan battle armor into his bracelet.

His lips twitched twice.

Senior Brother Feng really doesn't understand human relationships.

Since they didn't agree to your request in person, it must mean they rejected you.

He gave a dry laugh and replied:

"Junior brother, I have no plans to move for the time being."

Nonsense! I've never even met my master, and you want me to switch allegiance to the Second Elder's lineage... What will people think of me if word gets out?

Three families of slaves?

"Um."

Feng Changjin nodded calmly, clearly expecting Cheng Laiyun's answer.

He retracted the eight robotic arms and turned to leave.

He reached the door, then stopped, and without turning back, tossed out a sentence:

"Ruoyu asked me to tell you that she is going to offer incense outside the city with her mother today, so she won't be coming to visit you."

After saying that, he strode away.

Cheng Laiyun: "..."

Xu Jiayin chuckled from the side, mimicking Feng Changjin's tone, and said sarcastically:

"It seems that Junior Nephew Ruoyu cares a lot about you, her senior uncle!"

"I even had her father pass on the message."

Cheng Laiyun opened his mouth, utterly speechless.

The key point is that he was absolutely innocent towards Feng Ruoyu, but there's no way he could be completely innocent anymore...

He genuinely regarded Feng Ruoyu as a junior.

He rubbed his forehead helplessly and said:

"Stop interrupting..."

Xu Jiayin stopped laughing, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"Brother Feng's skills are truly exceptional."

"This armor is made from the same mold as your Colossus. If you accidentally reveal the Colossus in front of others in the future, you can easily say that it was armor made by Senior Brother Feng."

Cheng Laiyun nodded and put the armor into his storage bracelet.

The two sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard.

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath, his gaze towards Xu Jiayin becoming complicated.

In my memory.

The two first met in Yong'an County.

Then there's Xu Jiayin's care for him later on.

Even if this care was mixed with selfish motives... the subsequent fighting side by side, and then concealing the whereabouts of the sect's Xuanzhu... all of this was risky.

He could sense that the bond between the two was gradually deepening.

In short, with the armor, most of my worries have been eliminated.

"Senior sister..." Cheng Laiyun gave a clean smile:

Thank you.