I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 150 - 148: Miracle Elder

Hu Jing and the others all smiled. This was Wang Meng, always so likable. Seeing everyone supporting him so enthusiastically, Hu Jing’s heart filled with joy. Suddenly, time seemed to flow backward, as if she had returned to the moment they first met. Back then, Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaopang had just been beaten up, looking disheveled and miserable. But even then, Wang Meng could still flash a brilliant smile that made you forget everything else.

"That Wang Meng... although he’s a bit of a goofball, he’s a pretty good guy overall."

Luu Mei couldn’t help but summarize, and everyone burst into laughter. The laughter even made the usually frank and carefree Liuu Mei a little embarrassed, as she had no idea what was so funny.

Ma Tian’Er’s smile was bright and sunny. She seemed to have completely moved on from the shadow of her heartbreak, genuinely happy for Wang Meng. After all, they were Cultivators; that experience in the Secret Realm had already become a valuable part of her cultivation journey.

If you want an ordinary life, you shouldn’t come to a Small Thousand World. Once you’re here, you’re destined for the extraordinary.

"Everyone, everyone! Oh my god, earth-shattering news! An Elder from the Main Hall came with a message—Wang Meng is going to be an Elder!"

A Body Cultivation Disciple stumbled in, his face as red as a boiled crab. This was truly unprecedented, explosive news.

A disciple who joined only three years ago is going to be an Elder. Can you believe it?

For the disciples of Thunderlight Hall, Wang Meng was still one of their own and a figure of hope for their hall’s rise. Beyond their shock, they felt encouraged. Wang Meng had displayed his strength once at the Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting. Most disciples couldn’t gauge his true level, but since he had earned praise, he must have something extraordinary about him. They would always support "one of their own."

But when this news spread to the other eight Sub-Halls, it truly caused an uproar.

Rumors were one thing—idle gossip to pass the time. But a new disciple from the worst Sub-Hall, a guy whose strength was rumored to be only at the Fifteenth Layer, was going to be an Elder? Can you believe it?

Whether you believe it or not, can you accept it?

Can you stand it?

The elite class of Holy Hall Disciples expressed strong doubts. If anyone was to become an Elder, it should be Senior Ning Zhiquan. His strength and status were there for all to see; no one could argue with that. But Wang Meng? What was he?

Zhao Guang was in the middle of cultivating. He too was making a final push for the grand competition. To establish a firm foothold in Dao Guang Hall, results were the only thing that mattered. Besides, Ning Zhiquan would leave one day, and the question of who would inherit his position as Senior was exceptionally important. "A tree dies if it’s moved, but a person thrives." Many people hadn’t been optimistic about him moving to Dao Guang Hall, but now? The opportunity was right in front of him.

Zhao Guang drank some water, wiped his sweat, and felt refreshed. The Ancestral Master’s attitude toward him had indeed improved significantly. He had never received this kind of support in the past, which filled Zhao Guang with confidence.

Reading the Tiger Eagle message from Zhang Liang, he thought, ’This kid really knows how to get things done. No wonder he’s thriving.’

PFFT...

Zhao Guang stood there, stunned. After a long moment, he glanced at the sun outside and spat out a single word: "Fuck!"

Yang Ying saw the news as well, but she was the least surprised. Wang Meng had made a contribution to Alchemy so shocking that even Zhou Feng was stunned; rewarding him with an Elder position was reasonable. However, Yang Ying still thought it would have been very difficult. She understood the internal power struggles of the Holy Hall. Sometimes, it wasn’t a matter of ability, but of balance.

She hadn’t expected Wang Meng to actually pull it off.

"Our Senior Sister has amazing judgment!"

"Yeah, the youngest Elder in the history of the Holy Hall!"

"The key is that he did it on his own merit, without any family backing."

"A man like that is so charming! So handsome!"

...

Originally, with Yang Ying’s return and Wang Meng’s departure for training, the talk about the two of them had gradually died down. Now, it was flaring up again with the intensity of a blazing fire.

But Yang Ying’s emotional ripple lasted only for a moment. Her focus was entirely on the upcoming grand competition. She had her own dreams.

’That... should I remind Wang Meng?’

Suddenly, Yang Ying thought of him again. Their agreement had actually already ended...

Of course, a decision by the Ancestral Masters could not be questioned by those below. Zhou Feng brought two Elders from the Main Hall to Wang Meng’s thatched cottage to complete the inauguration ceremony. It was actually very simple; after all, he wasn’t becoming an Ancestral Master. The only reason it was special was because Wang Meng’s strength was too low and he was too young. Even the two accompanying Elders were shocked. They had heard he was young, but they hadn’t expected him to be *this* young.

After the ceremony was over and the two Main Hall Elders had been seen off, Wang Meng instantly relaxed. There was no need to put on an act with Zhou Feng.

"Wang Meng, you’re an Elder now too. From now on, you won’t have to worry about guys like Ma Wanliang bullying you with their seniority. But you still have to be careful of their tricks. The Ma Family is the most difficult to deal with."

Zhou Feng said. He had personally witnessed the contest between the Ancestral Masters this time. He knew full well that if not for Thunderbolt’s crucial support at the critical moment, their efforts might have been for nothing, and Ancestor Master Zhou’s influence would have definitely taken a considerable hit.

"Don’t worry. I doubt Elder Ma will go looking for trouble if there’s nothing going on."

"Heh, that’s true. He took a huge fall this time, which will keep him busy for a while. Ma Tian’Er is really an exception; it’s as if she inherited all the Ma Family’s good qualities."

"So what exactly do I do as an Elder? Do I get discounts when I shop?" Wang Meng laughed.

Zhou Feng shook his head with a wry smile. "You kid, you really miss the point. Becoming an Elder is a tremendous honor! But for now, you don’t have any duties. In the past, even outstanding disciples had to spend a full five years in a Sub-Hall before ’graduating.’ After another five years of gaining experience, the most powerful among them would become Elders and be assigned corresponding positions. Your situation is too special. The Ancestral Masters believe that even though you’re an Elder, you still need to complete the five years of disciple training."

"Sounds good to me."

"Haha, as long as you’re okay with it. I also think it’s better to accumulate experience rather than waste time managing this and that. Whether it’s as a Pill Cultivator or anything else, your Elemental Power level is the most crucial thing. You absolutely must remember that!"

Zhou Feng was truly speaking from the heart. He felt that Wang Meng wasn’t very dedicated to his Elemental Power cultivation. No matter which cultivation path one took, it ultimately had to be reflected in one’s Elemental Power. Wang Meng was exceptionally talented, but he couldn’t afford to become lazy because of it.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Zhou Feng was a Pill Zealot; his Life Mark Level was over the fortieth layer, absolutely the real deal.

Wang Meng patted Zhou Feng’s shoulder. The biggest difference from his previous life was that he had friends. In this cruel Cultivation World, he still had friends.

"Old Zhou, I know what you mean. Don’t worry. I am who I am, Wang Meng."

"That’s not what I’m worried about. Do you think becoming an Elder is all good news? Let me tell you, you’ve now been targeted by all the elites in the Holy Hall. Haven’t you heard the saying, ’The tree that stands tallest in the forest will be the first to be blown down by the wind’? You’ve basically climbed right over Ning Zhiquan’s head. For this grand competition, you either don’t participate, or if you do, you’d better be careful."

Zhou Feng said with a wicked grin.

Wang Meng hadn’t considered that. "Old Zhou, you’re cruel. How could you even think of such an insidious angle?"

"Kid, I’m the number one Pill Cultivator, and you made me look like a total rookie. Of course I’m not happy! How can I be happy if you don’t embarrass yourself a little!"

"How about this? We’ll have a Drinking Contest first. I’ll give you a chance to get your revenge."

"Kid, you think I’m afraid of you? If you want a fight, you’ve got one! When have I, Zhou Feng, ever backed down!"

Zhou Feng laughed and accepted the challenge. What kind of person was Zhou Feng? He wouldn’t show fear even in front of all the Ancestral Masters.

The two of them, looking completely undignified, slung their arms over each other’s shoulders and went off to celebrate. It had to be said, Zhou Feng had guts, but no tolerance for alcohol. He was quickly drunk under the table by Wang Meng. Of course, Wang Meng himself was also seeing stars, but he felt truly relaxed. This version of the Holy Hall was close to the one he had imagined.

’The grand competition?’

’There were probably a lot of people waiting for him. Back when he was a street punk, even the smallest benefit would spark a fight. In the world of Cultivators, in the Holy Hall, the struggle for fame and fortune had likely reached its absolute peak.’

’Just think of the huge storm caused by Thunderlight Hall gaining a little bit of the spotlight. Now, he’d been directly promoted to Elder—and an unconventional one at that. It would be weirder if it *didn’t* cause a massive uproar.’

But Wang Meng really didn’t care. He just thought it was exciting. Perhaps this was also an opportunity for Thunderlight Hall.

...

"Damn it, Xiaoben, that’s my wine! What the hell!"

He and Zhou Feng had been drinking until they were dazed, completely forgetting about the Golden Rhinoceros at their side. The Spirit Beast had always watched the two of them drink with such relish and had long been tempted. Today, it finally got a taste and found it was indeed delicious. With a curl and a slurp of its huge tongue, the entire jar was empty.

It was too late for Wang Meng to save it. Staring at the pair of big, innocent eyes, he wanted to cry but had no tears. "...You little spendthrift!"

The Golden Rhinoceros nuzzled against Wang Meng, licked its lips pitifully, and let out a moo. Clearly, it hadn’t had enough.

Wang Meng looked to the heavens, speechless. How had he ended up raising another Drunkard? He had already trained Zhou Feng to the point where the man dared to go all out in a Drinking Contest, and now he had another bottomless pit for alcohol. Did this mean he had to learn how to brew wine himself?

...

’Brewing wine...?’

’Holy crap, I’m a genius! Better to rely on myself than on others!’

The first to get the news were the elite disciples of the various Sub-Halls. Soon, the information spread: Wang Meng had become the youngest Elder in the Holy Hall’s history, and he had joined less than three years ago.

He had struggled to pass the re-examination and enter the sect with a mere Second Layer of Life Mark, and into the weakest Sub-Hall, Thunderlight Hall, no less. As a Sword Cultivator, he was then sent on an external assignment by the Sword Cultivation Elder, Xu Huang. One could only imagine how difficult his situation was. But a person like this had made a magnificent turnaround and become an Elder.

What was this?

It was nothing short of a miracle!

It had to be said that Zhang Liang played a rather crucial role. His intelligence network began to frantically sell information Talismans with introductions to Wang Meng. The content was actually similar to last time, but with some new reasons added to explain why Wang Meng was able to be promoted to Elder, breaking all precedents.

So what if he was at the Second Layer of Life Mark? The Second Layer of Life Mark doesn’t determine your destiny!

On the Talismans, the story was that Wang Meng had endured hardship to achieve his goal. He hadn’t lived in the comfortable Thunderlight Hall, but had gone out alone to cultivate in a thatched hut while reclaiming a Spirit Field. He had earned the appreciation of Elder Zhou Feng and developed a new, extraordinarily significant Pill Formula, making a huge contribution to the Holy Hall to earn this great honor.

Since the Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting had already laid the groundwork, Wang Meng’s talent in Alchemy didn’t seem too abrupt.

As long as you work hard, you’ll have a chance. If you don’t, opportunities won’t come knocking on your door.

In truth, everyone has a chance.

(Thank you to my dear friends Gaolou Dasha, Sheng Ji, Ren Yuan, Xiaodao Fengli, Shi San, Zixiao, and Wuzhi for traveling thousands of miles to Shanghai to give me a very special birthday!!!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)