The Flower God Sequence: My Spirit Plants Can Slay Gods

#TwoMaleLeads#TheWholeTeamDotesOnHim Lin Ye, a young man from Henan who was climbing Mount Tai at night, awakens his powers. His black hair grows down to his waist, turning white tinged with pink, while pink-gold patterns appear in his pupils. His ability, “Affinity with the Flower God,” ranks among the top fifty, making him the plants’ chosen caretaker. While everyone else trains in martial arts after awakening, he crouches by the roadside to gather weeds: He plucks a tea leaf and infuses it with spiritual energy to brew “Awakening Tea.” One sip lets him take on third-tier Descenders without breaking a sweat. He picks up a wild jujube pit and accelerates its growth into an “explosive bomb,” as powerful as a small grenade. Even Mount Tai’s thousand-year-old Welcoming Pine recognizes him as its master. Its needles can pierce alloy, and its branches can withstand missiles. He only wanted to quietly raise plants, but his power is too explosive: The Shandong team comes bearing “century-old wild ginseng” to beg for a partnership. The Nanjing team tries to recruit him with “thousand-year-old lotus seeds from Xuanwu Lake.” His hometown team in Henan goes even further: they directly grant him a peony garden and announce, “All the spiritual plants on Mang Mountain are yours to manage.” Lin Ye ties back his long pink-white hair and rolls a hardened willow leaf between his fingertips. He looks at the three factions vying for him, then glances at the restless group of thousand-year-old spiritual plants behind him. “What are you arguing about?” He raises an eyebrow, his pink-gold eyes gleaming. “Keep it up, and I’ll have my Cang the Pine loosen your bones for you.” Then one day, gods from beyond the world tear open the sky screen, descend upon the world, and vow to wipe out all superpowered people. Lin Ye stands atop the ruins, with all living things roaring behind him: The Welcoming Pine becomes a towering shield, Luoyang peonies weave a killing illusion, and Yunnan rose vines shred the gods’ armor... He gives a whistle, and his waist-length pink-white hair stirs though there’s no wind. “Do you know why the spiritual plants I raise have thorns?” Because they’re made to stab gods and Buddhas.