I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 212 - 210: The Contest of Pill Cultivators

Zhou Qian had indeed grown desperate, trying to forcibly activate the Little South Heaven Trigram Talisman Array even though he knew it was futile.

The moment Zhou Qian made a move, Mozhi attacked. There was no way he would let Zhou Qian complete his Talisman Array. This was the specialty of a Bow Cultivator; he immediately fired a Rapid Attack Arrow, imbued with immense Elemental Power, straight for Zhou Qian’s vital points.

Zhou Qian was ruthless in his own right. He twisted his body to the side, ready to sacrifice an arm to complete the Talisman.

But he had miscalculated. The Rapid Attack Arrow abruptly dropped, still striking and disrupting the array formation.

His objective was perfectly clear. Mozhi was focused on control, in no rush to secure a victory.

The Little South Heaven Trigram Talisman Array was broken, the Magic was shattered, and Zhou Qian’s Elemental Power flow stalled. It was only at this moment that Mozhi began his true assault.

Control didn’t mean missing an opportunity—it meant that an opening like this was the only kind that truly mattered.

Zhou Qian’s Defense Array was shattered. Several arrows struck him in succession, pinning both his hands directly to the ground.

Mozhi was already standing before him, a Bursting Heart-Piercing Arrow brimming with Elemental Power aimed at Zhou Qian’s head.

Patient and ruthless. It was a textbook victory.

Match Three: Mozhi of Immortal Origin Hall is victorious!

At this point, the disciples of Immortal Origin Hall finally erupted in cheers. An ugly win was better than a noble defeat. "Defeated with honor" was just a consolation for losers; the victor was, in the end, the victor.

Liangyuan understood this deeply. Years from now, no one would remember the details of this tournament. They would only talk about how the five-win streak was ended by Immortal Origin Hall, how the Upper Three Halls remained unshakable, and how the one to achieve this was the Immortal Origin Hall led by him, Liangyuan.

That was reality.

After the battle ended, Zhou Qian angrily yanked the arrows from his hands and slammed them onto the ground. It was rare to see the mild-mannered Zhou Qian so furious.

He had wanted so badly to win this match, but...

"Brother Zhou, you already did your best!"

"That’s right. Don’t blame yourself too much. You should treat your injuries first."

"But the next match..."

Zhou Qian looked at Hu Jing. Her injuries...

Hu Jing smiled. "Don’t worry. My injuries are mostly healed, it’s nothing serious. Leave this match to me."

On the Immortal Origin Hall’s side, the one they sent out was, naturally, Luu Yun’s prized disciple, Wangg Qing.

Wangg Qing stood on the stage with a haughty expression. In the presence of her master and the Ancestral Master, she was of course incredibly meek, but ordinarily, all the disciples of Immortal Origin Hall knew how arrogant she truly was. It was hardly surprising. She was favored by an Elder, and even the Ancestral Master held her in high regard. With her great talent and a brilliant future ahead of her, she naturally looked down on everyone else in Immortal Origin Hall.

In truth, Wangg Qing was quite attractive. Combined with her disposition and abilities, she was considered a notable figure in the Holy Hall. However, with Yang Ying around, even others like Gao Dandan surpassed her in looks. Wangg Qing felt that these women, who had no abilities and were nothing but a pretty face, couldn’t compare to her. ’As for Yang Ying? She’s a decorative vase at best.’

’My ambitions are high. In the future, I will become a great figure like Ancestor Master Zhou Luodan. What do these male cultivators even matter?’

Wangg Qing stood there haughtily, showing no intention of acknowledging anyone. It had to be said that her temperament was influenced by Luu Yun. After all the years Luu Yun had been at odds with Zhou Feng, how could her temper possibly be good?

"Little Jing, don’t push yourself. We’ll have plenty of other chances!" Wang Meng said in a low voice. Zhang Xiaojiang had made him understand that it was enough to just do your best; there was no need to risk your life. As long as they were together, they could still create miracles in the future.

Hu Jing gave a slight smile. "I’m fine."

Hu Jing walked onto the stage, and a wave of cheers rose and fell, not just from Thunderlight Hall, but from the other Sub-Halls as well. Besides Wang Meng, only Hu Jing received this kind of reception.

Everyone had a very favorable impression of this calm and humble senior sister of Thunderlight Hall.

"I think among all the women in Jiufen Hall, if Sister Yang Ying is number one, then Sister Hu Jing is definitely number two."

"It’s like comparing a spring orchid to an autumn chrysanthemum; they each have their own charm. Sister Yang Ying is like a Fairy from the heavens, while Sister Hu Jing is more like a Fairy who has descended to the mortal realm—she feels more real."

"So why does Wangg Qing have such a sour look on her face? It’s like someone owes her a ton of money."

"You don’t get it. She’s going for that aloof, solitary vibe. It’s how she shows off her status."

As the crowd sized her up and commented, Wangg Qing immediately shot them a furious glare, staring daggers at the group of gossiping disciples.

’How dare these good-for-nothings pass judgment on me,’ she fumed. ’If this wasn’t a major tournament, I would have taught them a lesson long ago.’

Looking at Hu Jing’s sickly pale face across the stage, Wangg Qing felt a surge of revulsion. The fact that Ancestor Master Zhou had been frequently mentioning Hu Jing’s name lately made her even more resentful.

’Wang Meng’s situation is already a foregone conclusion, and from the looks of it, he won’t affect me,’ Wangg Qing thought. ’But if Hu Jing also gets her foot in the door, my life will be different. That’s the last thing I want to see. What does Hu Jing even amount to? A weakling from the mortal world. How could she possibly compare to an elite born in a Small Thousand World like me?’

"Hu Jing, blades have no eyes. If you’re not up to it, don’t force yourself. I have no desire to be known as the one who accidentally killed her junior sister."

Wangg Qing gave Hu Jing a cool glance, her disdain utterly unconcealed.

Hu Jing smiled faintly. "Battles are won with strength, not with words. Please, begin."

"Hmph!"

Wangg Qing snorted coldly. Taking advantage of their ideal distance, she instantly cast the Poison Lotus Curse.

Hu Jing was already on guard. In a battle between two Pill Cultivators, they more or less knew each other’s every move.

Watching Hu Jing’s clumsy movements, Wangg Qing couldn’t help but sneer. ’And they compare someone of this level to me?’

It was clear Hu Jing’s injuries were still having an effect. Wangg Qing’s follow-up with the Heart-lock Skill—a technique that specialized in countering other skills—was incredibly precise and well-timed. Although Hu Jing dodged the Poison Lotus Curse, she was disrupted by the Heart-lock Skill and forced to retreat.

Fire Talismans flew through the air, not as an attack, but to suppress Hu Jing. At the same time, Wangg Qing cast the Poison Lotus Curse again, and this time, Hu Jing couldn’t fully evade it.

Once afflicted by the Poison Lotus Curse, one had to dispel it immediately. Otherwise, the sustained effect would cause immense harm, especially to someone already injured.

Just as Hu Jing was about to use the Purifying Heart Technique to dispel the effects of the Poison Lotus Curse, the Heart-lock Skill struck again, disrupting her once more.

Wangg Qing demonstrated a comprehensive mastery of a Pill Cultivator’s Skill Techniques. Just as in the previous battles, it seemed Hu Jing was about to suffer the same fate as Suo Ming and Zhou Qian, completely unable to use her finishing move.

Wangg Qing held her head high in arrogance. Every move she made was accompanied by an elegant spin as she pressed her advantage, step by step. She was using this display to highlight the gap in their abilities.

Luu Yun nodded repeatedly. This disciple of hers worked hard on her Alchemy and hadn’t neglected her Magic either.

The arrogance befitting a member of the Upper Three Halls gradually returned to the faces of the Immortal Origin Hall disciples. This was how things were supposed to be.

All of Hu Jing’s moves were being seen through. She could only try to stall for time, but dragging it out wouldn’t change the outcome and would only cause her further harm.

"What can she do? This can’t go on!"

Ma Tian’Er was very worried about Hu Jing’s injuries.

"It’s such a shame. We were so close. If we’d known, we should have just sent Wang Meng up!" Liuu Mei said. She was the only one in Thunderlight Hall who didn’t seem to think much of Wang Meng.

But everyone knew that even if Wang Meng defeated Wangg Qing, who would be left to face Liangyuan? He was one of the most outstanding young cultivators of his generation in the Holy Hall’s Nine Halls.

Luck wouldn’t be enough. In her current state, Hu Jing couldn’t possibly create a miracle.

The problem now was that they couldn’t even get past Wangg Qing.

Zhang Xiaojiang and Suo Ming had been carried away; their conditions were so poor they couldn’t even continue to watch the battles. Zhou Qian, having bandaged his wounds, was still focused on the fight. In a fit of anxiety, he clenched his fists so hard his wounds split open. (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 biggest motivation.)