I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 110 - 108: Hundred Treasures Auction

"You know me?"

Yan Yuyue asked softly. For some reason, she had subconsciously lowered her voice.

Wang Meng sighed, shook his head, and walked away without a word.

Zhang Xiaojiang and the others chased after him.

"What a weirdo!"

Shen Xue couldn’t help but comment. Saint Cultivators thought Evil Cultivators were strange, but Evil Cultivators actually felt the same way about Saint Cultivators.

"Heh, Junior Brother Wang Meng has a rather straightforward personality. Please don’t mind him. Tianyi, haven’t you always been looking for an expert? The one right before you is one."

Mingren said.

"Forget it. I can’t even handle someone with fifteen or sixteen layers of Elemental Power. Our Senior Sister won’t be interested!"

Su Wu said.

Li Tianyi couldn’t help but smile. "Whatever."

Yan Yuyue’s gaze shifted from Wang Meng’s lonely retreating figure. For some reason, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

"Su Wu, don’t embarrass yourself!" Yan Yuyue said, then looked quietly at Li Tianyi. "Junior Brother Li is deliberately suppressing his Elemental Power level to pursue the ultimate comprehension of Sword Techniques. The way he just broke your Dust-obliterating Fire Talisman was exquisite, and his control over Elemental Power is masterful. I must ask you for guidance when I have the chance."

Li Tianyi shrugged. "Whatever."

Anyone who spent enough time with Li Tianyi knew he had two catchphrases: "Whatever," and "Why bother?" There really wasn’t much he cared about.

"Heh, as long as Junior Brother Li is interested, that’s good enough. There will be an opportunity in due time!"

Yan Yuyue had no intention of fighting immediately. A battle required the right time and place to bring out one’s peak strength. Without being at her best, or even surpassing it, she wouldn’t achieve the desired result.

Besides, now that Li Tianyi had Wang Meng as a rival, he wasn’t very interested in anyone else. At the very least, he wanted to defeat Wang Meng before considering other opponents.

Today, Li Tianyi had also gained considerable insight from Ma Tian’Er’s Go skills.

So-called geniuses were those who could absorb the Celestial Dao from the smallest details of life and make it their own.

"Brother Meng, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to that chick?" Zhang Xiaojiang asked as he caught up. In all his life, he had never seen Wang Meng act this way.

Wang Meng smiled. "It’s nothing. I just suddenly felt a little unwell."

That wasn’t a lie. The sudden feeling was both familiar and foreign, and it had certainly shaken him.

"Wang Meng, aside from her big name, how can that Yan Yuyue possibly compare to our Junior Sister Tian’Er? Right, Xiaopang?"

"Exactly, exactly!" Zhang Xiaojiang nodded frantically.

"Senior Sister!" Ma Tian’Er stomped her foot in embarrassment but refused to leave.

Wang Meng gave a wry smile. "My dear brothers and sisters, please give me a break. I just remembered some things from the past and it struck a chord, that’s all."

"Brother Meng, stop trying to fool me! I know all your dirty little secrets! From peeking at the neighbor lady bathing when you were three, to peeing off the roof when you were six, and even that streaking incident not long ago—what don’t I know!"

Zhang Xiaojiang immediately nipped Wang Meng’s attempt to bluff his way out in the bud.

"Zhang Xiaopang, you’ve got some backing now and think you can rebel, huh!"

Only then did Zhang Xiaojiang realize he’d gotten carried away. "Brother Meng, I was just telling the truth."

Wang Meng clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "Let me show you what the *next* truth is!"

Zhang Xiaojiang shot back several dozen feet almost instantly. "Brother Meng, you forgot! I’m a flexible Bow Cultivator! Flexible!"

Wang Meng was already in pursuit. The two of them zipped off in a flash.

Everyone else didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Those two clowns.

And just like that, Wang Meng had successfully deflected the questions.

Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang sat in a tree, each with a jug of wine.

"Brother Meng, you really like to make things difficult for yourself. That Yan Yuyue is the Evil Lord’s disciple, no matter how you slice it. There’s no hope for you two."

Zhang Xiaojiang said. This was their usual method of escape.

Wang Meng took a sip of wine and gazed at the deep valley, a faint smile touching his lips. ’The feeling right now is just too complicated. Time is truly a terrifying thing. Looking back, the scenery is the same, but the people have changed.’

"It’s not what you think. I’ve just run into the descendant of a creditor..."

Wang Meng murmured.

To ordinary disciples, Yan Yuyue was like the untouchable moon in the sky. Even the common disciples of the Holy Hall had heard whispers about the peculiar relationship between the Heaven-Dominating Hall and the Holy Hall.

It was said that the truce from years ago had begun to fray due to the powerful rise of sects like the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and the Chanyin Sect.

Peace was undoubtedly beneficial for the Three Great Sects. They could use their inherent advantages to monopolize the best resources. But for the Five Schools, which were still developing and eager to expand, this was not good news.

But the Three Great Sects held the upper hand. Even the most arrogant Ten Thousand Demons Sect didn’t dare to cross the line, resorting to using lackeys like the Mad Sword Sect to do their plundering.

However, the Three Great Sects had all noticed this. When power accumulated to a certain point, it was nearly impossible not to let it vent. The key, however, was how to control it within a reasonable scope while ensuring it remained advantageous to the Three Great Sects.

Yan Yuyue’s visit this time also held extraordinary significance. The Sword God Xue Zhongnan, the Evil Lord Jin Tiannan, and the Demon Venerable Jin Qiushui were all undoubtedly in the Realm of Great Perfection, at the Hundred Layers of Life Mark. Among the Five Schools, it seemed no one had yet reached that level. And even if someone did, their foundation couldn’t compare to these three top-tier masters.

In truth, the three of them were also caught in a conflict. Personally, they longed to ascend and advance toward the Celestial Dao. But for their respective sects, their ascension would very likely shatter the balance and bring about unforeseen disaster.

How to solve this problem was likely a headache even for these three individuals.

The Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting always had two main purposes. The first was to display the strength of the various halls and attract talented disciples. The second was to hold an auction.

Top-grade Pills, Top-Grade Spirit Beasts, and high-quality Magical Artifacts that were rarely seen would all appear at the auction. Of course, the prices were not something an ordinary disciple could afford.

Wealth was decided at the auction.

Anyone who could enter this auction had considerable wealth. In terms of riches, the Dao Guang Hall probably wasn’t even in the top three. The Hundred Herbs Hall, the Beast Hall, and the Fire Cloud Hall were the top three in the Holy Hall.

The Hundred Herbs Hall was a given. With its Innate advantages, and with herbs being a necessity for every Sub-Hall, the Senior of the Hundred Herbs Hall, Qiao Qian, was definitely loaded. The Beast Hall and the Fire Cloud Hall were neck and neck. The Beast Hall occupied the Spirit-Controlling Valley, while the Fire Cloud Hall had the Fire Cloud Cave, which was a mineral vein. Whether forging Magical Artifacts or weapons, the ore from the Fire Cloud Hall was indispensable.

After them came the Dao Guang Hall and the other Sub-Halls. Of course, the Thunderlight Hall was unquestionably at the bottom. The disciples of the Thunderlight Hall rarely participated in this final, high-end auction anymore.

Quite a few people from there had come this time, though. Wang Meng, Hu Jing, and the others had all arrived. They weren’t there to buy anything. The Thunderlight Hall was still very poor, and Hu Jing wasn’t the type of person to use the hall’s Spirit Stones to buy things for herself.

They were qualified to enter because they were sellers. All sellers could attend the auction for free. Otherwise, there was a token fee of one hundred Contribution Points, which was enough to make most disciples hesitate. It clearly wasn’t worth the price just to watch the show.

(Spain keeps passing and passing and passing... I hope Portugal wins.)