I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 237 - 235: A Big Shot

An expert’s touch is unmistakable. If Wang Meng was truly from the Holy Hall, he would have to be the Senior of Thunderlight Hall; he certainly wouldn’t be just some run-of-the-mill disciple.

Holy Hall Disciples were a dime a dozen, wandering the Small Thousand World. Anyone could borrow the title for a spin, and for "free" at that. If other Sects caught an imposter, they would never let them go, but the Holy Hall generally didn’t bother.

Wang Meng shrugged helplessly. "Why is it that no one ever believes me when I’m telling the truth?"

"Allow me to test your skills."

Chen Peng drew his sword and locked onto Wang Meng. His skill was clearly on a different level from the previous few Evil Spirit Hall disciples.

Wang Meng and Yang Ying remained seated. Yang Ying had been a little worried at first, but upon seeing their opponent’s strength, she realized the Grand Tournament had changed many things. As for Wang Meng’s power, she was afraid that even an average Elder might not be his match.

Wang Meng just sat there, watching Chen Peng. For some reason, Chen Peng found himself unable to make a move.

’Why am I getting this strange feeling?’

’It’s not Sword Power... Could it be the Enchantment Technique?’

"What are you doing? Fight! Are all you Evil Spirit Hall guys cowards?"

"If you want to pose, go home and do it."

The surrounding Cultivators immediately started to jeer. Someone striking a pose only to chicken out was the most boring thing to watch.

Sweat dripped, drop by drop, from Chen Peng’s forehead. He was completely unable to attack. His opponent was right there, eating one bite after another, yet he couldn’t move a muscle.

Nothing this bizarre had ever happened before.

"KILL—"

A deafening roar erupted from Chen Peng’s mouth, his voice cracking a little. But he only managed to take a single step forward before freezing again.

Everyone stared at Wang Meng, dumbfounded. ’The Enchantment Technique?’

Their gazes held a trace of fear. Every Sect knew the Enchantment Technique was the most difficult to master, and once mastered, the hardest to counter. But no one had ever heard of anyone from the Holy Hall practicing it. Besides, the signs didn’t match; their opponent hadn’t even used any Elemental Power.

"Hmph!"

A cold voice sounded out. Chen Peng felt a wave of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted. He was so drenched in sweat he looked like he’d been pulled from a river and nearly collapsed on the spot.

"Elder, this kid used—"

"Shut up!"

A thin, middle-aged man walked up, his icy gaze fixed on Wang Meng.

"Kid, state your name! What is your relationship to the Soul Refining Ancestor?" The middle-aged man stared intently at Wang Meng, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Soul Refining Ancestor? What are you talking about? Are your ears plugged? I’m Wang Meng of the Holy Hall’s Thunderlight Hall. That’s my one and only name. Were you conned your whole life or something?"

Wang Meng’s words were amusing, and Yang Ying couldn’t help but smile. ’This rascal is acting up again,’ she thought. ’I never noticed this side of him before.’

"I am Song Dazhi, an Elder of the Evil Spirit Hall. Jump from this building right now, and we’ll call it even. It’ll save outsiders from saying my Evil Spirit Hall bullies the weak."

Hearing that Wang Meng had no connection to the Soul Refining Ancestor, Song Dazhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’m an Elder too, so don’t feel bad about it. Hurry up. If you’re going to attack, do it now. I’m almost done eating."

Wang Meng spoke as he ate, acting as if Song Dazhi didn’t even exist.

Song Dazhi had never been mocked like this before. His Elemental Power erupted, and just as he was about to strike, he suddenly froze as well.

The onlookers were bewildered. Evil Cultivators were always obsessed with saving face. What was going on today? It was all thunder and no rain.

Wang Meng glanced at Song Dazhi. Song Dazhi felt as if he had been seen through completely, from head to toe. He suddenly had no idea how to attack. He finally understood what Chen Peng had just experienced.

"Old Song, what’s the hold-up? Aren’t you the one treating us today? Don’t tell me you’re planning to skip out on the bill."

The main event had arrived. If one were to ask who was the most prominent figure in the Evil Spirit Hall right now, it was undoubtedly Lingdu Mountain. Rumor had it that he’d had a fortuitous encounter, and his realm had advanced by leaps and bounds. He had already broken through to Minor Perfection. As long as he passed through the Life Mark Refining Yuan Stage between the Fifty and sixty Layers, his advancement to an Ancestral Master was basically a sure thing.

Not only that, but Lingdu Mountain’s Sword Technique had improved dramatically, earning him the high regard of Evil Spirit Tan Yingtian. The Evil Spirit was in long-term seclusion, so Lingdu Mountain now presided over the main affairs of the Evil Spirit Hall. Even the Ancestral Masters of the Evil Spirit Hall had to give him some face. This was a truly great figure, a heavyweight whose stomp could make the Evil Immortal City tremble.

Lingdu Mountain’s voice shattered the strange atmosphere. Song Dazhi staggered back two steps. He was in better shape than Chen Peng, but his face was also filled with terror.

’It really is an Enchantment Spell!’

Yang Ying was stunned, too. She knew Wang Meng’s background. From his home to the Holy Hall, when had he ever practiced the Enchantment Technique?

’Impossible! Wang Meng didn’t use any Elemental Power just now... Unless eating counts as casting a spell...’

Downstairs, Lingdu Mountain had sensed Song Dazhi’s Elemental Power. It seemed he was fighting someone and was in trouble. The problem was, Lingdu Mountain couldn’t sense any Elemental Power from his opponent.

When he saw Wang Meng, a look of surprise flashed in Lingdu Mountain’s eyes, which then widened into circles.

The crowd quickly parted to make way. Things were about to get interesting. Lingdu Mountain was an Elder in name, but he already possessed the strength of the Quasi-Ancestral Master Level. These two young people were in for it now.

Wang Meng saw Lingdu Mountain and grinned. ’Isn’t this the dude I tricked before?’

Just when everyone expected a great battle to erupt, Lingdu Mountain walked over, laughing heartily. "Brother Wang! I’ve had a hell of a time looking for you! I’m glad you still remember your old brother. He’s one of us! Dazhi, he’s the disciple of that person I told you about."

Song Dazhi was stunned. "Really?"

"Of course! Brother Wang’s skills have improved immensely. I was just wondering what master could put Junior Brother Song in such a difficult spot."

Lingdu Mountain wasn’t surprised at all. To be precise, he wouldn’t be surprised no matter what level Wang Meng reached. That senior of his was on par with the Land Immortals, a top-tier master in the Small Thousand World.

Song Dazhi scratched his head. "So it’s Brother Wang! No wonder the name sounded familiar. I was reckless just now. I’ll punish myself with three drinks. Please, don’t hold it against me."

The Gathering Immortals Tower was dead silent. Chen Peng’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. The few disciples who had been thrown out had climbed back up when they saw their backer arrive, but seeing this scene made them want to jump back down again.

Who on earth was this Wang Meng? He was on brotherly terms with Lingdu Mountain, and Song Dazhi was actually willing to admit his mistake. Damn. Even if he were a friend of Lingdu Mountain, it wouldn’t be enough to make Elder Song so humble and genuinely submissive.

Yang Ying had been preparing to intervene just moments ago. Lingdu Mountain’s name had been on everyone’s lips recently. The Evil Spirit Hall’s prestige had soared because of his breakthrough. And Lingdu Mountain was young—a Quasi-Ancestral Master Level expert in his forties.

"Sometimes you have to fight to become friends! This is fate. Come, come, come, sit! Chen Peng, what are you waiting for? Go get some good wine," Lingdu Mountain laughed, overjoyed to have run into Wang Meng here.

Chen Peng scrambled off to fetch the wine. He suddenly recalled a legend from the hall and shot out as if his feet had grown wings.

"Brother Wang, and this is?" Lingdu Mountain had also noticed Yang Ying and was inwardly amazed at Wang Meng’s luck with women. Last time it was Yanm Yuyue. Although he didn’t know what Yanm Yuyue looked like, he imagined she must be on par with the woman before him now—a true, peerless beauty.

"Yang Ying. My woman."

Wang Meng’s introduction was indeed simple, direct, and crude.

Yang Ying’s face flushed slightly. "Elder Ling, I am Yang Ying, a disciple of the Holy Hall’s Flying Phoenix Hall."

"Let me think, let me think... Yang Ying... you must be Elder Celestial Heart’s granddaughter, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"None of that formal talk. Just call me ’Brother’ like Wang Meng does. Otherwise, he might take issue with it, haha."

Yang Ying nodded, her mind filled with questions. ’What other secrets is Wang Meng hiding from me? How does he know Lingdu Mountain? And Lingdu Mountain even seems to be deferential to him. This is all so confusing.’

Chen Peng came scurrying back with the wine. True to his word, Song Dazhi downed three cups in a row in front of everyone.

"Brother Song, you’re a man of your word! I’ll drink with you!"

Wang Meng also downed three cups. Although it wasn’t as mellow as Old Zhou’s Jade Dew, it had its own fiery kick.

"I knew it! Who else in the world today has this kind of ability, other than..." Song Dazhi stopped himself mid-sentence, looking a little embarrassed. "I got too excited, haha."

"Younger Brother Wang, what brings you down from the mountain this time?"

Wang Meng took Yang Ying’s hand. She struggled slightly but then yielded. ’This man is so audacious,’ she thought, but while she felt a little shy, she also felt a sweet warmth. A man’s domineering confidence always had a way of conquering a woman.

"I’m escorting my Little Ying home to meet the family. And to broaden my horizons a bit while I’m at it."

"For Elder Celestial Heart’s birthday celebration, right? Haha, excellent! We’ll be able to get together again." Lingdu Mountain was filled with a gratitude he couldn’t express. He knew very well that for someone at Moo Shan’s level, there was nothing left to desire besides ascension. But a person must know how to repay their debts of gratitude. Lingdu Mountain could only express it through Wang Meng, and he had to be careful and think it through properly.

The two parties toasted and drank merrily. The few disciples Wang Meng had thrown out earlier were now serving them like attendants. Watching the scene, they were completely dumbfounded.

Elder Ling was quite arrogant; there weren’t many in their own Sect he held in high regard. This Elder Song came from the same roots and had joined the Sect at the same time, so their relationship was relatively good.

This Wang Meng was about their age. ’What on earth is his background?’

Now that they were on the Evil Spirit Hall’s turf, Wang Meng naturally didn’t have to worry about a thing. At Lingdu Mountain’s warm insistence, Wang Meng stayed in the Evil Immortal City for three days, strolling around with Yang Ying. It was a pity that Evil Spirit Tan Yingtian was in seclusion; otherwise, they certainly would have been able to meet him.

Once one reached the level of the Five Schools’ Masters, they were almost all striving for the Realm of Great Perfection and were in seclusion year-round. The Three Sect Leaders, meanwhile, were pursuing ascension. For most people in the Small Thousand World, ascension was a castle in the sky, but for them, it was as close as piercing a sheet of paper.

「Five days later.」

Wang Meng and Yang Ying finally arrived at Celestial Heart Castle. Hearing of Yang Ying’s return, the entire castle was mobilized.

A crowd of people came out to greet them, and a young man at the head of the group excitedly broke away from the others.

"Sister, you’re finally back!" The man completely ignored Wang Meng, treating him like air as he moved in to embrace Yang Ying.

But Wang Meng was not one to stand by. He saw the lecherous look in the man’s eyes, how he stared at Yang Ying as if he wanted to devour her whole. With a gentle tug, Wang Meng pulled Yang Ying to his side and intercepted the man’s hand with his own.

"You must be her big brother! I’m Wang Meng. It’s so great to meet you!"

Wang Meng said in an exaggerated tone.

Yang Ying couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. "Wang Meng, this is Long Xi. He’s my uncle’s adopted son. We haven’t seen each other in years."

Yang Ying’s tone was lukewarm, maintaining a certain distance.