I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 196 - 194: Origin

The battle wasn’t over yet, but nothing could stop the Thunderlight Hall disciples from celebrating. It was a miracle, happening right before their very eyes.

At this moment, it wasn’t just Thunderlight Hall; even the disciples from the remaining Hundred Herbs Hall, Beast Hall, and Fire Cloud Hall began to cheer along with them.

Song Zhong stared blankly at Fang Lufei, Yao Yuan, and the others, who were jumping around energetically as if the victory were their own.

And yet... he found that he, too, was overjoyed.

Tang Wei had made his move. The Tyrant Body was a whole level below the Indestructible Golden Body. To a Body Cultivator, this was crystal clear. He had no chance of winning, and it was useless to even fight back.

But he was Tang Wei. He could not admit defeat.

BOOM...

Tang Wei’s massive body was sent flying. All he felt was a surge of golden light before the defense of his Tyrant Body crumbled to dust.

THUD...

Tang Wei landed flat on his back, staring up at the sky as it grew more and more distant, more and more blurry. His dreams, his ambitions... everything became so far away...

ROOOOAR...

The disciples embraced and cheered with all their hearts. Their dream had become reality.

The Hengshan Hall disciples were utterly crestfallen. It wasn’t just a matter of defeat; they simply couldn’t believe what had just happened—what had happened right before their eyes.

Their tenacity, their perseverance, everything they had... was shattered so easily.

Even Hong Pan couldn’t believe it. He had only managed to master the Indestructible Golden Body at the Thirty-Fifth Layer of his Life Mark, yet some disciple... some kid had actually learned it.

This blow didn’t just affect the disciples; even he, an Elder, was hit hard by it.

Thunderlight Hall had defeated Hengshan Hall three to one, securing their fourth consecutive victory.

They had set a new Holy Hall record—the one and only Thunderlight Hall.

Wang Meng was lifted by the crowd and tossed into the air. Only one name echoed through the skies above Heng Mountain: Thunderlight!

This was Thunderlight’s glory.

"Damn, what are these guys running for? Are they in a hurry to get reincarnated or something?"

"Who knows. Goddamn it, we still lost. Hengshan Hall’s going to be arrogant again. Those bastards love bullying the Lower Three Halls the most."

A few disciples from Hundred Herbs Hall grumbled as they walked. They were also dejected and in no hurry to leave.

"Huh, isn’t that one of Zhang Liang’s men?"

"What are they screaming their heads off about up there? Aren’t those bastards from Hengshan Hall worried they’ll tear their throats out?"

"...Brother Lv, it doesn’t sound like they’re shouting ’Hengshan,’ does it?"

The disciples stopped and listened carefully, then exchanged glances. "It sounds like... ’Thunderlight’?"

"No way. Don’t tell me they actually managed to turn the tables?"

"Look, someone’s coming! They’re from Dao Guang Hall!"

A disciple from Hundred Herbs Hall hurried over. "Brother, is the tournament over? Who won?"

The disciple from Dao Guang Hall was clearly annoyed and impatient. "Hengshan Hall, that bunch of idiots."

With that, he walked away without a backward glance.

Everyone stared at each other, wide-eyed. ’Could it be? Did Thunderlight Hall really win?’

Their confusion didn’t last long, as disciples soon scattered in all directions, spreading the news. This wasn’t just a victory for Thunderlight Hall; it had also broken a Holy Hall record.

The first four-win streak in history.

It wasn’t unheard of for a genius to emerge from a lower-ranked Sub-Hall, but there were only ever two outcomes: either they played it safe like Zhao Guang and transferred to another hall, or they were defeated in the tournament due to the gap in overall strength and fell into decline.

Never before had someone so heaven-defying appeared.

Not only was his strength superb, but he could also inspire others.

In Thunderlight Hall, Zhao Ya, Wan Jing, and Wang Bodang had long since lost the composure expected of Elders. Wang Bodang, in particular, was pacing back and forth in the main hall.

"Senior Brother Wang, please sit for a moment. Pacing around like this won’t change the outcome."

"Damn it, how can I possibly sit still? I have no idea how those kids are doing!"

The three Elders had debated at length whether to go to Heng Mountain, but ultimately decided against it, afraid their presence might keep the disciples from performing at their best.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and a disciple burst in without being announced.

"Elder! Elders! We... we!"

"Stop catching your breath and just say it!" Wang Bodang roared.

"W-we won! We won!"

The three Elders were stunned for a long moment. Wang Bodang couldn’t stop himself from roaring "Good!" three times in a row.

"They actually did it."

Zhao Ya smiled sincerely, though her expression was still tinged with disbelief. ’Wang Meng’s strength is considerable, but the tournament requires a balanced team. One person isn’t enough. To win three to one, the others must have won two matches as well.’

"Quick, tell us what happened," the normally composed Wan Jing asked eagerly. It was rare for the calm Bow Cultivator Elder to smile so brightly. ’What a pity his good friend, Xu Huang, can’t see this victory,’ he thought. ’All of this started because of his keen eye for talent, for discovering Wang Meng.’

"I only just heard the results, I don’t know the details yet."

...

Upon hearing the news, Thunderbolt couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh, his resonant voice echoing throughout the Holy Hall. ’That kid Wang Meng really didn’t disappoint me,’ he thought. ’Good. Very good!’

’The Undying Golden Body!’

’It seems this kid hasn’t been idle; he’s been finding his own path. With his talent, what else could he be but a Body Cultivator!’

’No wonder that senior sent the boy to Thunderlight Hall. The real intention was for him to become a Body Cultivator all along!’

"They won again?" Zhou Luodan was taken aback for a moment. She hadn’t been optimistic about Thunderlight Hall’s chances in this match. For them to actually defeat Hengshan Hall three to one was simply incredible.

Zhou Feng beamed like a flower in bloom. "Yes, I was shocked too when I heard the news. I was just hoping the children wouldn’t be seriously injured. After all, Hengshan Hall has a rather ruthless style."

Elder Zhou was now regarded as a benefactor to Thunderlight Hall, so as soon as the results were out, a disciple from the hall had immediately come via Sword Control to deliver the message.

Zhou Feng was not at all stingy with his praise for the Thunderlight Hall disciples, and Zhou Luodan couldn’t help but nod along as she listened.

"This was a victory of will and wisdom. Those children are very good. Even the greatest talent will encounter hardships and obstacles in cultivation. In the end, only those with a firm will can succeed."

"Yes," Zhou Feng said. "I’ve never seen disciples fight so desperately. How should I put it... It’s not that disciples from other halls don’t work hard, but... I can’t quite describe it. It just feels like a different kind of struggle."

Zhou Luodan smiled faintly. "The other disciples fight only to improve their strength or for personal glory. Generally speaking, it’s still a form of desire. But they are different. They aren’t fighting for themselves."

"’Not for themselves?’" Zhou Feng murmured. He suddenly recalled that when he was treating Zhou Qian and the others, the young disciples never seemed to consider their own well-being.

"Ancestral Master, I understand!" Zhou Feng stood up and bowed respectfully.

"When the Holy Hall was first established, its purpose wasn’t to expand its own power, and certainly not to plunder. It was to provide a place for the masses of Cultivators to practice, a sanctuary, a Pure Land in this dog-eat-dog Small Thousand World. It’s just that, over time, we all forgot."

Zhou Luodan sighed as well. "Although the Holy Hall still maintains some of its traditions, in the face of the cruel laws of competition, we’ve had no choice but to give up certain things for the sake of power. But in giving them up, have we truly become stronger?"

(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)