I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 245 - 241: A Cure for All Displeasure, Action

Xiao Sha gave a slight bow and took his seat, while his disciples remained outside. He had come this time to gauge the situation. Celestial Heart Castle was his main competitor. In terms of raw power, Celestial Heart Castle was weaker than him, and Yang Molong was certainly no match. The problem was that old bastard, the Celestial Heart Ancestor, was still alive—a real headache.

Once Xiao Sha was seated, the lively atmosphere outside returned.

Zhan Wushuang couldn’t help but exclaim in awe, "What an entrance! Such prestige! When will I ever have a day like this? Tsk, come on, Brother Wang, stop acting so cool. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it."

Seeing Wang Meng’s calm smile, Zhan Wushuang was convinced he was just putting on an act.

"Oh, right, what are you doing here?" Zhan Wushuang asked as if he’d discovered a new continent, muttering to himself, "The representative from the Holy Hall definitely isn’t here yet, and Celestial Heart Castle’s relationship with them is only so-so."

Wang Meng’s head spun a little. ’This guy sure is inquisitive.’

"Ooh, I know! You must be trying to join Celestial Heart Castle. Let me tell you, brother, don’t waste your time. The Eight Great Castles are even harder to get into than the Three Sects and Five Schools. They only accept people from their direct family lines. It’s a clan-based system, not like the Sects, which are easier to join."

Zhan Wushuang advised him with the air of an experienced veteran.

"I’m not here to join Celestial Heart Castle. I just came with a friend to offer birthday congratulations."

"A friend? What friend? Introduce me, let me meet them!" Zhan Wushuang was like a kid full of questions.

"She’s inside."

"Inside?" Zhan Wushuang shook his head. "Pfft. We’re in the same boat here, so don’t try to fool me. Only disciples from the Three Sects, Five Schools, and Eight Great Castles are allowed in there. You know people like that? Haha... Actually, if anyone asked, I’d say the same thing. I know Long Xi. It’s just a shame he doesn’t know me."

Wang Meng was speechless. ’This guy gets excited so easily. He can work himself into a frenzy all by himself.’

Representatives from the Eight Great Castles arrived one after another. The Celestial Heart Ancestor’s reactions varied depending on his relationship with each of them. He placed great importance on the proposed alliance among the Eight Great Castles. In truth, the Eight Great Castles hoped to form a coalition that could stand against the Three Sects and Five Schools, rather than be controlled by them. However, the question of who would lead this coalition was a point of constant contention. And would the Three Sects and Five Schools even allow such an alliance to form?

’Forget the other powers,’ Wang Meng thought. ’Even the Holy Hall might not agree to it. Forming an alliance is never that easy.’

Wang Meng wasn’t optimistic in the slightest, especially since the Eight Great Castles lacked a truly formidable leader who could command everyone’s respect. A few of the Castle Lords who had just passed by were obviously not on board.

"Announcing the arrival of Elder Qiu Junmo of the Dao Guang Sect!"

Someone from the Five Great Sects had arrived. The Dao Guang Sect originated from the Holy Hall, founded by disciples of Dao Guang Hall. To commemorate their origins, they named their sect the Dao Guang Sect, and in its early days, it received immense support from the Holy Hall.

Qiu Junmo wore a long, white robe, giving him the ethereal air of a transcendent immortal. He was very refined, and while his age was impossible to guess, he certainly wasn’t old. And yet, he was already an Elder of the Dao Guang Sect.

"On behalf of the Dao Guang Sect, I, Junmo, wish Elder Yang boundless fortune and everlasting prosperity." Qiu Junmo’s voice was calm and measured, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire courtyard.

"Haha, Junmo, no need to be so formal. Please, make yourself at home," came Yang Yingtian’s voice from the Inner Court.

Saint Cultivators were the easiest to win over, and the primary goal of the Eight Great Castles’ proposed alliance was to gain their support. Clearly, with the righteous path in decline and the demonic path on the rise, the Saint Cultivators, led by the Holy Hall and the Dao Guang Sect, also needed allies.

After entering, Qiu Junmo suddenly glanced at Wang Meng in surprise before proceeding into the inner hall.

"Damn, Brother Wang, was he just looking at us? Holy shit, how old is that guy? He’s already an Elder in the Dao Guang Sect! That’s insane! Could it be he sensed my extraordinary talent? It would be amazing if I could get into the Dao Guang Sect. Even though they’re Saint Cultivators, they’re still incredibly competitive." Zhan Wushuang started to daydream.

"Can you two pieces of trash shut your mouths? All that chirping... are you looking to die?!"

A Demon Cultivation Disciple at a nearby table cursed, pointing right at Zhan Wushuang’s face. He had deliberately kept his voice down, but the eyes of a dozen surrounding tables immediately shot toward them.

Zhan Wushuang’s face instantly flushed beet red. But then he saw their sect emblem—the Mad Slaughter Sect. He knew he couldn’t afford to provoke them and could only manage an awkward laugh.

The Mad Slaughter Sect disciple smirked. "Celestial Heart Castle really is something else, letting in any old trash. It lowers the standards for the rest of us."

Zhan Wushuang’s face went from red to white. Wang Meng, however, simply smiled and stood up. At once, the entire table of disciples across from them shot to their feet, glaring at him menacingly.

In an instant—Tyrant Body.

An immense pressure instantly locked onto the table of Demon Cultivation Disciples as he brought his palm crashing down.

BOOM—

The disciple from the Mad Slaughter Sect who had been running his mouth had no power to resist and was slammed flat onto the ground.

Wang Meng learned another lesson today: you have to speak to people in a language they understand.

"Anyone else have a problem?" Wang Meng asked with a small smile.

The Tyrant Body of a Body Cultivator had indeed stunned the Mad Slaughter Sect disciples for a moment. But then they exchanged glances. They had superior numbers; if a fight broke out, who would be afraid?

"Stop!"

Long Xi, who had been keeping an eye on the entrance, immediately rushed out.

The dignitaries in the inner hall seemed unconcerned. Yang Molong smiled faintly. "Just some kids squabbling. Let Xi’Er handle it."

Yang Ying’s worst fear had come to pass. She had hoped to just get through the banquet peacefully, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. She hurried out after them.

Seeing Yang Ying go out, Long Ying and the few others with him exchanged strange looks and followed as well.

"Wang Meng, do you have any idea where you are? How dare you run wild in a place like this! Get the hell out right now, or don’t blame me for what comes next."

Long Xi was inwardly ecstatic. ’Finally, my chance! And with the Ancestor and Yang Molong backing me up, I can use this opportunity to humiliate Wang Meng. Tyrant Body... so the kid does have a few tricks up his sleeve.’