I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 228 - 226: The Thunderlight Era

"Senior Sister Yang, you’re so right. If those two are let loose, they’ll be an absolute menace."

This was the first time Liuu Mei and Yang Ying found common ground. Although she still felt for her sister, what was done was done. There wasn’t much to say about a consensual affair, and besides, Yang Ying really wasn’t pretentious at all.

"Boss, things are kicking off at Dao Guang Hall. That punk Zhao Guang has made his move. He’s gathered a group of disciples to oppose Ning Zhiquan’s arbitrary decision, claiming it harms Dao Guang Hall’s interests. He’s saying that while Thunderlight Hall can initiate a Sacrificial Battle, Dao Guang Hall has no obligation to join our one-on-one fights."

Zhang Xiaojiang said with a laugh.

"Oh? Zhao Guang’s got some nerve. Ning Zhiquan isn’t even gone yet, and he’s already scrambling for power."

"Hehe, that’s just the kind of guy he is. Ning Zhiquan is leaving regardless of the outcome. Right now, he and Gongsun Wuqing are fighting it out pretty fiercely, and Ning Zhiquan is clearly backing Gongsun Wuqing. This is Zhao Guang’s do-or-die gambit. If he plays his cards right, he might even end up on equal footing with Gongsun Wuqing."

Zhang Xiaopang said with a wicked grin. ’The mighty are doomed to fall.’

"The era of our Thunderlight Hall has arrived!" Wang Meng flashed his signature evil smile, which hadn’t been seen for a long time.

Hearing Wang Meng say this, Zhang Xiaojiang immediately jumped to his feet. "Brother Meng, I’ve finally heard you say it!"

"What’s wrong? Is that so strange?" Wang Meng asked, looking in astonishment at the ecstatic Zhang Xiaojiang.

Zhang Xiaojiang scratched his head. "No, Brother Meng, it’s just... for some time now, Jingjing and I have had this strange feeling that you were going to leave us soon. Hearing you say that today puts my mind at ease. I still want to follow you and fight for supremacy in the Holy Hall! You can’t just ditch me."

The more Zhang Xiaojiang spoke, the more pitiful he sounded, leaving Wang Meng not knowing whether to laugh or cry. ’Those involved are confused, but onlookers see clearly.’ He had indeed previously planned to get Zhang Xiaojiang and Hu Jing settled before leaving to focus on breaking through to the next realm, but not anymore.

"Damn it! I was just lying low to gather my strength, trying to keep you from slacking off. Supremacy in the Holy Hall? That’s just the start! We’re going to conquer the entire Small Thousand World!"

’If I can’t even conquer a mere Small Thousand World, what right do I have to talk about the Demon God Sect or Wangtian? Besides, Wangtian might be in a rush, but I’m not. My life has just begun!’

Looking at Yang Ying, her beautiful face flushed, Wang Meng felt a smug excitement bubble up inside him. Sensing his gaze, Yang Ying’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke.

Liuu Mei noticed something was off. She shot Wang Meng a fierce glare and pulled Yang Ying aside. "Senior Sister Yang, you can’t spoil men, especially a domineering type like Wang Meng. If you let him have his way in everything, he’ll become truly lawless."

Yang Ying couldn’t help but smile. As they talked, she quickly discovered that Liuu Mei was a girl with a clear sense of right and wrong who spoke her mind. If she felt you were her kind of person, she’d say anything; if not, she wouldn’t even bother putting on an act.

"Is that so? I think you spoil Junior Brother Zhang quite a bit yourself," Yang Ying said.

The two women shared a giggle. They found they got along very well. None of their other sisters had a Dual Cultivation partner yet, and since their situations were similar, they had more to talk about.

Many things beyond cultivation began to surface from the depths of Wang Meng’s heart, the most important of which was desire—the driving force of human existence.

Wangtian was Moo Shan’s goal. For Wang Meng, he was just a distant target and a potential threat. Right now, he needed to focus on how to establish a firm foothold in the Holy Hall and build his legacy.

Everything that had happened before felt like a dream. Looking at Yang Ying, Wang Meng’s heart filled with even more gratitude. ’This is my first woman, and all I seem to do is act domineeringly. I have no sense of romance at all. Even Zhang Xiaopang knows how to create a romantic atmosphere.’

"After the battle with Dao Guang Hall, we need to plan our next move carefully. We can’t let that punk Zhao Guang get the better of us."

Wang Meng said.

"Brother Meng, I was waiting for you to say that! You have no idea how many people want to join us now. Jingjing and I don’t know whether to accept them or not."

"Of course, we’ll accept them, but we need to be strict about quality control. By the way, any news from that kid Zhang Liang?"

"Haha, I’ve been in constant contact with him. He’s the one who’s been feeding us a lot of our intel. The kid really worships you, he’s just afraid you’ll look down on him, so he doesn’t dare get too close."

Zhang Xiaojiang said.

Wang Meng touched his face. "I’m a pretty approachable guy, aren’t I? Is it really that bad?"

"Brother Meng, it’s because you’re too legendary, a hundred times more formidable than Ning Zhiquan was back in his day. If you don’t become the new generation’s Senior, no one will accept it! But you really have to be careful of people like Zhao Guang. He has family backing. A family like the Li Family might look down on such scheming, but you can’t say the same for the Zhao Family and the Ma Family."

Zhang Xiaojiang said.

"Damn, you’ve turned into quite the armchair strategist. Did Little Jing teach you that? Oh, where is Little Jing?"

"She was afraid of interrupting your private time with sister-in-law, so she didn’t dare come. Of course, I’m more thick-skinned, so I’m not afraid."

Zhang Xiaojiang laughed. Little Fatty had been overjoyed recently, not just because Thunderlight Hall was on a winning streak, but more importantly, because he felt that the real Wang Meng was back—the same Wang Meng who used to lead him in street brawls, not the one who seemed to be drifting away into immortality.

’What’s the point of becoming a god if you have no friends and no ambitions? Back when they entered the Holy Hall, their motto wasn’t to live forever, but to live a life of spectacular glory.’

And this was only the beginning!

"We’re all friends here. Little Jing is being too much of a stranger. I’ll have to have a word with her. Don’t be fooled because Little Ying is the Senior Sister of Flying Phoenix Hall; she’s a very nice person."

"Brother Meng, she’s nice to *you*. Senior Sister Yang is so beautiful that the moment we see her, we’re speechless. Besides, one must be respectful to sister-in-law."

"Get lost. Would it kill you to not put on an act for one day?"

Meanwhile, Yang Ying and Liuu Mei were chatting happily. Liuu Mei’s habit of being preachy had flared up again. Wang Meng definitely didn’t mean to, but he vaguely overheard them discussing the joys of the bedchamber. Even with his thick skin, he was too embarrassed to keep listening. Gazing at the incomparably stunning Yang Ying, desire began to stir in his heart once more. When an absolute beauty gained an extra layer of sensual allure, she was truly hard to resist.

When they saw the two women look over, Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaopang, that pair of partners in crime, quickly put on a sanctimonious act. Being lecherous all day would make the girls look down on them.

Zhang Xiaojiang and Liuu Mei didn’t stay long. They knew Wang Meng had to prepare for the big battle in three days. That was the most critical part. For an ordinary person, his current achievements were already beyond imagination, but for Wang Meng, there was no stopping.

Wang Meng sat on a large bluestone rock outside and beckoned to Yang Ying. She rolled her eyes at him but obediently walked over anyway.

"My lord, what are you scheming now?"

"This great lord is in the mood to take liberties with you in broad daylight. Does the little Fairy have any objections?"

Wang Meng teased.

Yang Ying froze, looking around frantically. "Not out here... Let’s go inside... I’ll... do whatever... you want."

Having given her heart and body to him, Yang Ying was already beginning to defer to Wang Meng, a trait that also stemmed from her family background.

Wang Meng pulled Yang Ying into an embrace, feeling a little bad. "I’m just teasing you. My Little Ying is the best. I really do need to spend the next three days thinking things through and preparing properly for the battle with Ning Zhiquan!"

Yang Ying had blushed more in the recent past than in the previous twenty years of her life. It was hard on her; she came from a prestigious family in the Small Thousand World, a completely different world from the street-smart Wang Meng who had fought his way up from the mortal realm.

"Wang Meng, after the Grand Tournament is over, can you come home with me?" Yang Ying asked cautiously.

"Huh? Of course! You’re my woman now, so I have to go back and meet my father-in-law and mother-in-law!" Wang Meng declared domineeringly.

(I couldn’t think of a reason after pondering for a long time, but I still have to ask for monthly tickets. Even one is good ^_^)(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)