I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 119 - 117: Yanm Yuyue’s Worries

"Over the next year, we will teach you the true essence of combat for the Talisman, Body, and Bow Cultivator disciplines."

"Elder, what about Wang Meng? Can the Main Hall send a Sword Cultivator Elder down to give some guidance? Otherwise, it’s too unfair."

Zhang Xiaojiang couldn’t resist saying.

The three Elders could only smile wryly. "Don’t ask for too much. As long as you perform well enough in the upcoming competition, it will happen."

Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang, Zhou Qian, Liuu Mei, Ma Tian’Er, and Suo Ming were the only ones selected for this intensive training.

Zhao Ya and the other two Elders weren’t seeking victory, merely selecting those with potential and using this method to lay a solid foundation for them.

Everyone split up to pack. This special training would take place on the summit of Thunderlight Hall. Zhou Qian and the others were both excited and nervous. Zhou Qian was excited because after so many years of cultivation, this day had finally come. The nervousness stemmed from the rumors that this kind of training was exceptionally difficult. ’Can I make it through?’

As for Zhang Xiaojiang and the others, ignorance was bliss. He was frantically packing food; no matter what happened, he couldn’t let himself go hungry.

Hu Jing was simple; a few clean sets of clothes were all she needed. A quiet and minimalist life suited her personality, though such a disposition was indeed a bit cold for a young woman.

While Thunderlight Hall was busy preparing, the other Sub-Halls were anything but idle. Fire Cloud Hall and Beast Hall were both ambitious. Hengshan Hall aimed to advance even further. With the addition of Li Tianyi, Lingyin Hall’s strength had soared. Immortal Origin Hall refused to be mere foils, leveraging their advantage in Pills to have their members enter seclusion. Yang Ying also hoped Flying Phoenix Hall could improve its standing, and her Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens Green Fall Yellow Springs Sword Technique was nearing Great Success, which would elevate her to an entirely new realm.

Most people were making a final sprint, but there were exceptions, of course. Li Tianyi seemed uninterested in raising his Life Mark Level. The prodigious rate of advancement he’d shown at his debut had since slowed, until he now seemed to have "faded into the crowd."

His greatest interest now was taking on all sorts of dangerous missions to temper his Sword Technique. Although his Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword technique was already complete, his ambition didn’t stop there. He wanted to become stronger, to perfect his application of the Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword through constant battle.

Practice and application are, in fact, two different stages.

The Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword is static, but the person wielding it is alive. A static Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword is merely terrifying; a living, breathing Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword is invincible.

Back in the Heaven-Dominating Hall, Yanm Yuyue stared blankly at the painting before her.

The painting depicted a peerlessly beautiful woman, the first Sect Leader of the Heaven-Dominating Hall. It was she who had single-handedly brought the Evil Cultivators to their zenith. The name Yanm Yun was legendary among all Evil Cultivators.

More than two hundred years ago, Yanm Yun burst onto the scene. No one knew where she had learned the Supreme Evil Cultivation Technique. She swept across the Vermilion Bird Continent, and even the Master of the Holy Hall of that era was defeated by her sword. After that single battle shook the world, she established the Heaven-Dominating Hall, and the Evil Cultivators scattered across the continent finally found a place to call home.

But after reigning for more than fifty years and establishing the Heaven-Dominating Hall’s position as one of the Three Great Sects, Yanm Yun passed the title of Sect Leader to her disciple, Jiny Tiannan, and vanished without a trace.

To every Evil Cultivator, Yanm Yun was a dream. Her legend stemmed from her power, her beauty, and her loneliness.

In her time, Yanm Yun had countless suitors, including the Holy Hall Master himself. But the Evil Cultivation Grandmaster tactfully refused them all. Some said it was because Saint and Evil cannot coexist. Others claimed that Yanm Yun was pursuing the supreme path of the Dao and had no desire for the worldly affections of the Small Thousand World.

Only the members of the Yanm Family knew the truth: their Matriarch had waited her entire life for one person. The man in the painting. His name was Moo Shan!

Among the disciples of the Yanm Family lineage, Yanm Yuyue was the most gifted in cultivation. She was the one who spent the last few years of Yanm Yun’s life with her. In those days, Yanm Yun refused to see anyone, including her disciple Jiny Tiannan. Despite the Evil Lord’s imposing power, he was like a child in Yanm Yun’s presence. And although Jiny Tiannan was nominally Yanm Yuyue’s master, he usually treated her as a junior sister.

During that time, Yanm Yuyue learned a great deal, even inheriting a portion of Yanm Yun’s power. Yanm Yun told her many stories—stories about *that* man. Until her very last moment, the Matriarch was still thinking of him.

Yanm Yuyue was furious. If she ever met this man, she would kill him to avenge her Matriarch. That man was the most heartless, most vicious man in the world!

’To think that someone in this world could be cruel enough to abandon a woman as beautiful and devoted as the Matriarch.’

But it was as if Yanm Yun had known her thoughts, for she never revealed many details about the man. Jiny Tiannan might know, but the Evil Lord was always tight-lipped on the subject. At the mere mention of that man, even the otherwise imperious Evil Lord could only sigh.

But now, Yanm Yuyue had found a clue. There was no mistake. The sword she held was so similar to the one in the painting—not in appearance, but in its Sword Intent!

It carried an aura of defiance, something that should never appear on a Holy Cultivation Disciple. It was highly likely that this man named Wang Meng had some connection to Moo Shan.

’It would be best if I can find Moo Shan. But if I can’t, then the son must pay the father’s debts, and the disciple must pay the master’s!’

Yanm Yuyue could never forget it. Her Matriarch, the most powerful woman in the world, had only one dying wish: to see that man one last time.

"Matriarch, rest assured. I will see that justice is served for you!"

Yanm Yuyue gripped the sword in her hand tightly.

"Yuyue, do you know? You’re exactly like I was when I was young. You are too beautiful. Take this, and only show it to the man you find who is worthy of dedicating your life to."

"Matriarch, I will never fall in love with anyone! Yuyue will cultivate diligently and become the third-generation Sect Leader of the Heaven-Dominating Hall!"

"Silly girl. When that time comes, it won’t be up to you."

"It won’t! Matriarch, rest assured, I will definitely make you proud of me!"

Looking at the earnest Yanm Yuyue, Yanm Yun wore only a faint smile. It was the smile of one who had experienced unimaginable glory and returned to a state of peace, a serenity that words could not describe.

All she had to do was wait.

"Senior Sister is acting a little strange. Su Wu, was she getting bullied at the Holy Hall?"

"Dammit! If the Holy Hall dares to disrespect Senior Sister, I’ll flatten the whole place!"

"Long Biao, keep your voice down! You’re going to deafen me! With Shen Xue and I around, how could we let Senior Sister get bullied? Besides, do you really think those chumps at the Holy Hall are capable of bullying her?"

Outsiders might not know, but they, the disciples of the Reversed Moon One-Line Heaven, knew the truth. Publicly, Yanm Yuyue was the Evil Lord’s disciple, but in reality, she was the disciple of the Matriarch herself. It was just that the Matriarch had never publicly acknowledged it.

Yanm Yuyue’s status in the Heaven-Dominating Hall was second only to the Sect Leader, and she was widely recognized as the future successor.

As for Yanm Yuyue’s strength, it could only be described as unfathomable. Jiny Tiannan himself once publicly stated, "What she already knows, she no longer needs to be taught. What she does not know, she has no need to be taught."

"Su Wu, is there anyone decent in the Holy Hall? Do these little dolls who hide at home all day, completely cut off from the real world, even have any combat ability?"

Long Biao boomed with laughter. His massive frame was bathed in a faint golden light; he was one of the Reversed Seven-Star of the Reversed Moon One-Line Heaven.

"Long Biao, their strongest Power Cultivator is the Senior of Hengshan Hall, a man named Tang Wei. If you get the chance, you can go spar with him," Shen Xue said.

"Hengshan Hall? I thought it used to be Thunderlight Hall. Who cares what Hall they’re from, I’ll crush ’em flat with one swing of my club!"

"Senior Sister says that Li Tianyi is not to be underestimated, and neither is Ning Zhiquan. She said those two are destined to become major players and are people we’ll need to watch closely in the future."

At Su Wu’s words, everyone became serious. A warning from Yanm Yuyue was no laughing matter.

"I still think Senior Sister has something on her mind," Long Biao said. "You two, don’t hold out on me."

Su Wu and Shen Xue exchanged a look. Senior Sister’s strange mood was clearly related to that Wang Meng and his sword, but without her permission, neither of them dared to say anything.

"You two!" Long Biao growled, "You’re pissing me off! If you have something to say, spit it out! It’s just the Holy Hall, right? We’ll just flatten them and be done with it."

Long Biao roared, his anger rising. Their expressions confirmed it—something was definitely going on.

The sound of footsteps made everyone fall silent. Yanm Yuyue emerged, dressed in purple.

"I have a mission for you," Yanm Yuyue said coolly.

The members of the Reversed Seven-Star immediately perked up. It was obvious they were all troublemakers who feared a world without chaos.

"The Sect Leader cannot know about this. I need you to abduct someone for me. Remember, he must be captured alive and unharmed."

"Is that all? It’s just one person. Not even a mountain of blades or a sea of fire can stop us, the Reversed Seven-Star!"

The speaker was a bewitchingly handsome... woman, dressed in dashing men’s attire. Her eyes seemed to ripple constantly, a sign that she had achieved a certain level of mastery in the Enchantment Technique.

"The target’s name is Wang Meng, a disciple of the Holy Hall’s Thunderlight Hall. Capture him, and rendezvous with me in Tongming City."

"Leave it to me, Senior Sister! I’ll knock him out with one swing and carry him off," Long Biao said, patting his chest.

"Forget it, Long Biao. One swing from your club and all you’ll bring back is a pile of mince. Let me handle this. We’ll be on Holy Hall turf, after all. It’s not the place for a big, clumsy fight," the bewitching woman said.

Yanm Yuyue nodded. "I’ll leave this to Yao’Er. The rest of you, come with me to Tongming City. The Ten Thousand Demons Sect broke the rules. We’re going to teach them a lesson!"

The Reversed Seven-Star were a group who lived for chaos. Don’t be fooled by their youth; each was among the elite of the Reversed Moon One-Line Heaven, a veteran of countless battles. Evil Cultivators weren’t raised in greenhouses; they had to overcome trial after trial to distinguish themselves.

The moment Yanm Yuyue gave the order, the Reversed Seven-Star moved out. For an Evil Cultivator, was there anything more thrilling than a mission?

Wang Meng was locked in a fierce struggle with the Golden Palace Technique, the Water Wave Technique, the Flame Technique, the Wood Spring Technique, and the Earth Kun Technique.

Wangtian possessed the Five Elements Body, which was already an innate advantage. His even greater advantage was that the Demon God Sect had prepared for this, matching him with the most suitable Cultivation Technique at every stage, making his cultivation path smooth and unimpeded.

Wang Meng had the experience of his past life, but adjusting these Five Elements Skills still required patience. For him, however, this struggle was a kind of bliss.

Balancing these techniques was an experience most cultivators would never have. In the process, Wang Meng’s understanding of Cultivation Techniques was gradually entering a new realm. If he were to use an Evil Cultivation Method to cultivate the Five Elements, his chances of success would be far greater, but he would only end up as another failed Moo Shan. He might be slightly stronger, but it would be utterly meaningless.

Wang Meng’s defining characteristic was his persistence. The more difficult the challenge, the more he dug in, and the more energized he became.