Chapter 591: Isn't There a Simpler Seed?

"Come, come, come, demonstrate how to strengthen it." As soon as Negris called out, everyone crowded around.

What does that mean? Let it perform? No, why should I demonstrate it to you? It's not...

Ang glared at it, and the Ancestor God immediately "held its head high and chest out," and then Ang handed it a grain of seed.

The Ancestor God took it reluctantly, looked at Ang hesitantly, then looked at the guys around, and sighed resignedly: "I have no life force left."

Clang, Ang took out a bucket of Insect Ash Liquid and placed it in front of it.

The light on the Ancestor God's body couldn't help but fluctuate, showing its contradictory mood.

"Fine, watch my performance." But soon it gave up the resisting mood; they gave too much.

It stretched out a withered leaf and inserted it into the bucket. Where it touched the Insect Ash Liquid, the withered leaf quickly became plump and emerald green, and extended along its leaf blade.

lingdian.

The leaf blade gradually unfolded, getting larger and larger. It was originally rolled into a bundle, and only after unfolding did it discover it was actually a large piece.

However, the unfolding speed was fast at the beginning, but gradually became slower and slower. Ang immediately discovered the problem, and with a thought, a piece of information was transmitted.

Very quickly, Tuomu, who was at the front of the Warlock Ladder staying in the void, rolled up a water column and probed in, shouting from afar: "My lord, who are you spraying?"

"Pure Water Spirit!?" The Ancestor God recognized Tuomu's identity at a glance and exclaimed in horror.

"You know it? Why do you look a bit scared?" Negris asked.

The Ancestor God whispered: "It's not that I'm scared, I just don't like it. It's a bit of a counter to me. Pure water doesn't grow grass."

"Not scared? Then speak up. Pure water doesn't... um." When Negris tried to shout loudly out of mischief, a leaf blade flashed over and covered his mouth.

"This Brass Dragon lord, if you have any requirements, you can mention them, and I will satisfy them as much as possible," the Ancestor God whispered. On the first day of joining the group, it felt the sinister nature of its companions.

Under Tuomu's control, a water column rushed onto the Ancestor God's body. The withered leaves that had absorbed sufficient moisture accelerated their unfolding again, expanding into large leaves, layer by layer, wrapping inward.

Wrapping and wrapping, it soon wrapped up the "light bulb," and piled it up and thickened it layer by layer.

Looking at this increasingly thick mass, Negris and the others looked at each other. After a long while, they finally couldn't hold back: "This... this is a cabbage, right?"

The Ancestor God, which originally looked like a hay-bundled "light bulb," finally unfolded into a pink "cabbage"?

A strong aura of life spread out from the large cabbage. Not long after, the cabbage split open, revealing a curled-up humanoid creature inside.

The Life God, who had already shrunk to Ang's shoulder to rest, couldn't help but poke its head out: "Elf?"

"Elf?" Looking at the bald, broad-backed, thick-armed, bucket-waisted strong creature in the cabbage, everyone found it hard to associate it with a slender elf. Even the strongest gladiator might not have this body type.

The Life Tree nodded: "Yes, elf." After saying that, it shrank back and continued to rest.

A group of people looked at each other. Negris guessed: "The old tree's meaning should be that this way of gestation is the same as its family's elves."

Everyone pursed their lips, unable to think of any witty remarks for a while, and the scene went cold.

The Ancestor God slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of emerald green eyeballs, clear and deep, like a pair of gems, and then it suddenly stood up from the flower bud.

Negris subconsciously spread his wings to block the little angel, but he poked his head to look between the Ancestor God's legs.

"Eh, none?" There were actually no sexual characteristics between the Ancestor God's legs. Could it be that it has no gender?

Hearing this question, the Ancestor God was stunned for a moment: "None. What do I need gender for? I need a body, but I don't need to reproduce."

After solving some curious questions for everyone, the Ancestor God finally had time to demonstrate its true technique. It saw it take the Elf Bean, hold it in its palm, and then ask: "What characteristics does it have?"

Negris was about to explain, but was stopped by Anthony: "Why ask about its characteristics? Can't you see its characteristics?"

Anthony hit the key point immediately. The Ancestor God said its ability is to strengthen the characteristics of seeds, but if it can't even see what characteristics the seed has, then what right does it have to strengthen the seed's characteristics?

The Ancestor God said: "Because it's not me who strengthens it, but everyone who strengthens it. When everyone thinks it has a certain characteristic, then I can strengthen that characteristic. If you think it's very bitter, then I can only strengthen it to be more bitter, but I can't strengthen it to be sweet."

Anthony gasped: "Divine strengthening!?"

Everyone was also confused when they heard it, until Anthony called out this term, and everyone was energized: "Divine strengthening? Although I don't know what it is, it sounds very powerful."

Anthony explained: "This is the same as divine arts, using belief to define attributes, belonging to the power of the belief level. It can strengthen this attribute, so it can strengthen divinity, right? Can you strengthen divine arts?"

The Ancestor God shook its head: "No, divine arts are already the definition of the strongest belief and cannot be strengthened. Its power mainly depends on the practitioner's power."

Negris thought carefully, and it was true. Divine arts are strengthened, but they are still divine arts. The Purification Art can make people beautiful, so can the strengthened Purification Art make people twice as beautiful?

It is already defined by the strongest belief, and the practitioner's power is enough to increase its effectiveness. The Purification Art cast by Ang is much stronger than the one cast by Lisha, but it is still the Purification Art.

Fine, it seems the limitations of this kind of strengthening are quite a lot, but it's very normal. If everything could be strengthened, that would be too terrifying. Let alone the Life God, everyone here combined couldn't beat it.

After confirming the Ancestor God's ability, Negris said: "This is called an Elf Bean, and its characteristic is that eating one is enough for a meal."

The Ancestor God blinked, a bit unable to believe: "Such a small one, can it be enough for a meal?"

Everyone nodded.

If it was just Negris saying it, the Ancestor God wouldn't believe it even if it died, but everyone nodded, so it couldn't help but believe it, and immediately its face turned bitter: "Just demonstrate it, do you have to be so exaggerated? This difficulty is very high."

"High? This?" After Ang finished speaking, he took out another Dragon Fruit seed.

The Ancestor God's cheeks twitched, revealing a polite yet awkward smile: "Even harder."

It seems magic plants are relatively difficult, so Ang had to take out the Magic Rice: "It, high yield, 1,700 jin."

The Ancestor God's skin twitched, and it took it reluctantly, smiling bitterly: "Don't you have any simpler seeds?" ===== CHAPTER 592 =====