I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 253 - 248: Just Arrived

Zhang Xiaopang cried foul. "Meimei, you’ve got it all wrong! As a key member of the Thunderlight Hall, entrusted with a great responsibility by Brother Meng, of course I have to be strict about screening new disciples!"

"Is that so? Then how come you only screen the female disciples and leave all the male ones for Brother Zhou?"

Liuu Mei rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiaopang.

"Ahem, well, it’s just a division of labor, right, Brother Zhou?"

Zhang Xiaojiang shot Zhou Qian a meaningful look. Zhou Qian had recently joined the Zhou Family and become one of the key disciples they were focusing on cultivating.

"Ah, what? Suo Ming, this dish you made is really good."

For a matter like this, a sly old fox like Zhou Qian naturally pretended to be oblivious.

"See? This guy is just trying to pass the buck. You can’t let your guard down around these two!"

Yang Ying looked at Wang Meng with deep affection. Their eyes met, and everything was understood without a word.

Liuu Mei couldn’t take it anymore. "Wang Meng, have you practiced some sort of Demon Technique? How else could you bewitch Little Sister Ying like this? You fiend!"

Liuu Mei was truly speechless. It was the same with Ma Tian’Er, and now Yang Ying. ’This guy is just a man like any other. What’s so great about him?’

"Meimei, you must believe that a noble righteousness pervades this world! Good attracts good, you know. I am a paragon of virtue!"

Zhang Xiaopang declared with an air of lofty righteousness. Unable to stand his smugness, Liuu Mei started chasing him and trying to hit him, making the atmosphere even livelier.

Suo Ming was very happy. Everyone enjoying the things he cooked was the greatest praise he could receive. ’It would be nice to open a restaurant one day,’ he thought.

Zhou Qian had finally made something of himself. He was still smooth and worldly-wise, but he was no longer the irresponsible man he used to be.

Hu Jing was as serious and calm as ever, methodically managing the overall situation. Though Zhang Xiaojiang was a live wire, with Hu Jing around, there was no chance of him getting too out of hand. The kid loved to have fun and make a scene, but at his core, he was a true man.

Now that the Thunderlight Hall had vast resources, coupled with Zhou Feng’s oversight, he could finally rest easy.

As the wine flowed freely, everyone let loose. Zhang Xiaopang nearly had his clothes torn off, and Wang Meng wasn’t far behind. Objects went flying through the air.

Wang Meng completely let himself go for once. Moments of such carefree joy were rare and precious. For him, every single one of these days was a treasure.

Wang Meng was groggily carried back to his thatched hut. However, this hut had been completely renovated and was now fully equipped inside. This place had become the "Holy Land" of Thunderlight Hall; new disciples were required to come here to pay their respects upon joining.

Back then, the Wang Meng of the Second Layer of Life Mark had trained bitterly here, creating miracles step by step.

One had to admit, miracles were infectious.

Yang Ying had only drunk sparingly, as she had to take care of Wang Meng. ’The Holy Hall is truly a wonderful place,’ she thought. ’In this cruel and conflict-ridden Small Thousand World, it’s a safe harbor for us all. Here, you don’t have to worry about all those vexing problems.’

Wang Meng’s large hand grasped Yang Ying’s. He pulled her into his embrace. "My treasure, I want you!"

It was a night of passionate entanglement. The two were inseparable, and it was as if Wang Meng wanted to melt Yang Ying into his very body.

The next day, Wang Meng paid no mind to the trivial affairs of the Thunderlight Hall, instead making his rounds to visit old friends. He went to the Forging Pavilion and the Pill Furnace Pavilion, catching up and shooting the breeze with the brothers he had once cultivated alongside.

After returning from Zhang Xiaojiang’s place, it was already late. Wang Meng led Yang Ying to the edge of the Spirit Field, where they sat on a large bluestone rock, snuggled together, and gazed at the full moon.

"Ying’Er, I’m going to the Great Yuan Realm," Wang Meng said.

Yang Ying silently nodded.

"You knew?" Wang Meng was a little surprised.

"Elder Zhou told me. Wang Meng, I’ll wait for you. I’ll be yours for the rest of my life."

The two embraced tightly. Zhou Feng had already explained to Yang Ying that Wang Meng had to go, no matter what. It wasn’t just for the Holy Hall, but for all its disciples, including her, Zhang Xiaojiang, Hu Jing, and everyone else.

The Holy Hall was a big family. Only by everyone making an effort could they survive in this world.

Zhou Feng had his duty, the Ancestral Masters had theirs, and Wang Meng was no different.

If Yang Ying wanted to share the burden, she had to do everything she could to increase her own strength.

For her, Zhang Xiaojiang, or Hu Jing to go to the Great Yuan Realm now would be nothing short of suicide; they would only become a burden to Wang Meng.

Yang Ying didn’t want Wang Meng to worry.

"Ying’Er, I won’t say goodbye to Little Fatty and Hu Jing. If that Little Fatty knew I was leaving, he would definitely try to follow me regardless of the consequences."

"Don’t worry," Yang Ying said. "We will make the Thunderlight Hall the undisputed number one hall. We’ll be waiting for you to return!"

What Yang Ying truly wanted to say was, ’I’ll definitely come find you.’ That night, she was especially forward...

「Main Hall」

When Wang Meng arrived, the others were already there.

Mingren, Li Tianyi, Liangyuan, Tang Wei... The last person was a complete surprise to Wang Meng. It was Ma Tian’Er.

’I haven’t seen Ma Tian’Er at all since I got back,’ Wang Meng thought. ’I was thinking of looking for her, but then I felt it might be better to leave things as they are. She probably doesn’t want to see me... but here we are.’

"Wang Meng, we were just waiting for you," Mingren said with a smile.

"Heh, I knew you’d be going. Looks like we can settle our score in the Great Yuan Realm," Li Tianyi said.

Liangyuan and Tang Wei just nodded. They didn’t have any particular relationship with Wang Meng.

Ma Tian’Er gave a slight smile.

Just then, Zhou Feng and a withered-looking elder walked in. "Wang Meng, sit. All of you are here now. I presume you already know the purpose of this trip. Ancestor Kuchan will explain the specific details to you."

The six of them immediately sat up straight. This was the first time they had met an Ancestral Master from outside the main six.

"We disciples pay our respects to the Ancestral Master."

The six of them rose and bowed together.

A smile appeared on Kuchan’s somewhat aged face. Apparently, life in the Great Yuan Realm was not as leisurely as it was here in the Holy Hall.

"All of you, rise," Kuchan said. "I imagine Zhou Feng has already told you about the importance and danger of this journey. The Great Yuan Realm is composed of experts from various Small Thousand Realms. There, whether one is a Saint Cultivator, Demon Cultivator, or Evil Cultivator, it is merely a difference in cultivation method. The only ones you can trust are your fellow disciples from the same sect. Here, you are merely sect-mates. But there, you will be the only ones you can rely on in matters of life and death. I hope you are mentally prepared."

"Your Excellency, Ancestral Master, I have a question," Tang Wei suddenly said.

"Speak. If you have any questions or requests, you may raise them now."

"Who will be in charge of our group? Will it be Senior Ning Zhiquan?" Tang Wei asked. ’For me, the Great Yuan Realm is the perfect opportunity to turn things around,’ he thought. ’A place like that might be a better fit for me.’

Kuchan smiled faintly. "There, you rely on yourselves for everything. All of your statuses from the Holy Hall will be useless. You only need to follow the rules of the Cultivation Academy. As for the rest, you will understand once you get there."

Neither Kuchan nor Zhou Feng seemed inclined to explain further. It looked like everyone would only find out the details once they arrived.

"Zhou Feng, you may take them now."

"As you command."

Zhou Feng led the six of them flying across Holy Hall Mountain. They soon entered a patch of dense fog. The six followed Zhou Feng, flying through the fog for a long time, soon losing all sense of direction.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Feng steered the Flying Boat to land on an isolated Array. They were surrounded by fog, and the area around them seemed like a bottomless Abyss.

"This is the Teleportation Array to the Great Yuan Realm," Zhou Feng said, dropping the formal air of an Elder and speaking with sincerity.

Wang Meng had secretly left the Small Rejuvenation Pill for Yang Ying, and the Fifth-Transformation Spirit Rhinoceros for Hu Jing. As the senior sister of Thunderlight Hall, she needed a powerful Spirit Beast.

Zhou Feng glanced at Wang Meng. "I wish you all a smooth journey. I hope that once you get there, you will bring honor to the Holy Hall!"

With that, Zhou Feng activated the Array while piloting the Flying Boat back into the air. A brilliant light enveloped the six of them.

BOOM...

The world spun around them in a dizzying blur. When they opened their eyes, they had already left the Holy Hall.

The first sensation was a rich Elemental Power. Not only was it rich, but its quality was clearly much higher.

Tang Wei took a deep breath. "Hehe, so a place this good actually exists. The Ancestral Masters are too biased. Isn’t it a waste to only let Ning Zhiquan come here?"

The six of them surveyed their surroundings. They were in a vast wilderness, facing a dense forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. What kind of forsaken place was this?

Suddenly, a young man appeared beside them, quietly sizing them up. He wore a blue robe and had eerie eyes; he looked at the six of them as if they were animals in a zoo.

Wang Meng and the others immediately went on guard.

The young man smiled faintly. "What a slow reaction. I take it you’re the Holy Hall Disciples from the Turkey Continent in the Four Directions Small Thousand Realm."

The young man took out a Scroll. "Wang Meng, Mingren, Li Tianyi, Tang Wei, Liangyuan, Ma Tian’Er."

As he spoke, he looked them over. "Hehe, not one missing. It seems your aptitudes are passable."

"And what are you supposed to be?" Tang Wei demanded, staring coldly at the man. He could feel power coursing through him and had the sudden urge to pick a fight. ’If I can cultivate in a place like this, it won’t be long before my name is known throughout the world!’

"Tsk tsk, looks like we have an enthusiastic newbie here. Be good now!"

With an impossibly fluid Body Technique, the blue-robed youth vanished. An instant later, Tang Wei felt a tremendous force slam into him, knocking him flat on the ground.

At the same time, Wang Meng and Li Tianyi attacked simultaneously.

The blue-robed youth reappeared with that same ghostly Body Technique.

"What a powerful Flying Shadow! Everyone be careful!" Mingren said. He subconsciously reached for his sword, only to realize that as someone who practiced Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivation, he was currently empty-handed.

The blue-robed man couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "Flying Shadow? Oh, that must be some kind of skill from your backwater place, right? Haha! I really don’t know what your elders were thinking, sending a bunch of greenhorns like you here to die."

"Who might you be, sir?" Mingren asked. He could sense that the other party didn’t have any hostile intentions.

"Heh, you’re the only sensible one here. The name’s Moo WuZheng... Heh, no need to frown. You’ve definitely never heard of me; we’re not from the same Small Thousand Realm. Anyway, the Holy Hall is ranked 186th. Oof, that’s practically on the verge of being kicked out of the Cultivation Academy." Moo WuZheng suddenly slapped his head. "Why am I telling you all this useless stuff? My job is just to confirm you’ve all arrived. If you want to know what’s going on, it’s very simple. You just have to complete one small condition." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)