I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 255 - 250: Unexpected

Moo WuZheng was waiting outside, bored out of his mind. He was responsible for this batch, and he hoped at least one or two would survive, so his bet wouldn’t be a complete loss.

’Only... Damn, what is that idiot doing? Actually going and killing a Fire Beast? Is he out of his mind?’

Moo WuZheng’s mouth fell open. He checked the area; it was a guy named Wang Meng. ’Didn’t his master teach him before he left? In an unfamiliar place, you should be low-key and careful. Avoid trouble whenever you can.’

The killing of one Fire Beast infuriated the entire pack.

The moment each trial taker entered the barrier, they were automatically transported to an independent Trial Space. The testers themselves were completely unaware of this. In reality, this was all within the control of the Cultivation Academy. The Star Alliance was the greatest power in the Cultivation World, omnipotent.

"Wang Meng, Twentieth Layer of Life Mark... This guy’s strength is nothing special, and his luck is even worse. What’s wrong with the Holy Hall? They’re supposed to be at the Star Alliance’s standard. Even a cornered dog will bite, but they should have at least picked some fiercer ones. They’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel to fill the numbers."

Moo WuZheng sighed, lamenting for his Spirit Stones and Magical Artifacts. None of the various Small Thousand Realms were at peace. The members of the Star Alliance were constantly changing, and no one who became a member ever wanted to be kicked out, let alone be absorbed by another power. Although the Holy Hall’s ranking wasn’t high, they had managed to hang on for many years. Moo WuZheng had thought that at such a critical moment, having fought for this life-saving, multi-slot test, the Holy Hall would surely have sent their very best, ace-in-the-hole disciples. That was why he had bet on the Holy Hall to make a comeback.

And yet...

Wang Meng stripped off his clothes as he ran. It wasn’t by choice; he had to. His body felt like it was about to catch fire. He had been too careless. The Antitoxic Pill had no effect.

The pack of monsters behind him was relentless. Wang Meng could only push his speed to the limit, sprinting for his life.

He gradually put some distance between them, but Wang Meng knew he hadn’t shaken them off completely. He was finally starting to understand what kind of hellhole this place was.

This bunch of Demon Beasts had impressive stamina, but Wang Meng’s tenacity was even greater. Fortunately, the fiery poison seemed to be gradually fading as he ran, and his mind began to clear.

It had been seven days. Wang Meng had buried himself in the dirt, doing his best to hide his tracks. It was as if these Demon Beasts were determined to wear him down; they were incredibly difficult to deal with, and their own resilience was astonishing.

Wang Meng was fairly confident he could handle one or two, but a whole pack, especially on their home turf, gave him a massive headache. Only after he had hidden for so many days did the creatures’ attention finally begin to wane.

This godforsaken place was practically a Demon Beast paradise, and most of them carried Fire Poison. While escaping, he had encountered a plant covered in red flowers. The moment he got close, all the blossoms swelled up as if they had taken steroids, growing enormous and revealing mouths full of teeth.

The past few days’ experience had taught Wang Meng that you couldn’t trust the rocks or the grass here.

A month wasn’t a long time for a Cultivator, but it wasn’t short, either. In a place fraught with danger at every turn, however, each day felt like a year.

Wang Meng couldn’t stay in one place for too long. These monsters had an incredibly keen sense of smell. Completely suppressing his Elemental Power could evade long-range detection, but if a Demon Beast appeared nearby, there was no hiding.

If he found one that was alone, Wang Meng wouldn’t let it go. Kill one, and there was one less to worry about.

He was still a little worried about Ma Tian’Er. The Demon Beasts here had extraordinary combat power, probably not much weaker than her Red Roar. And if a pack of them discovered you, it would be fatal for a Technique Cultivator.

But worrying was useless. Over the past few days, Wang Meng had already realized he was in a Trial Space. This only made him more interested in the Cultivation Academy, and by extension, the Star Alliance.

’Just what kind of organization possesses this much power? And there’s nothing about it in Old Moo’s memories.’

’Either that part is missing, or Old Moo didn’t know about it either. Generally speaking, among Cultivators, Old Moo was the stay-at-home type—a reclusive Loose Cultivator.’

While buried and in a state of Fetal Breathing, Wang Meng wasn’t idle. He was focused on studying his Godhood.

Ever since he’d gotten this thing, his world had been turned upside down, but Wang Meng had never really taken the time to seriously understand its uses.

A Godhood was the crystallization of a Demigod’s power—an embodiment of their comprehension of the Power of Laws.

Normally, his mind was a mess of complicated thoughts, and Wang Meng himself was the type to get fired up and burn brightly, making it hard for him to calm down. Coming here, however, had unexpectedly given him a rare chance for peace.

Hu Jing’s strength was her ability to stop and think calmly from time to time, a trait that both Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang lacked.

But circumstances shape the person.

The Godhood was wondrous, and the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array was wondrous too. Could you imagine a Cultivator’s body containing the mystic Power of Laws of heaven and earth?

One was the pure Power of Laws; the other was a Demigod’s understanding of those laws.

Both the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array and the Godhood were Treasure Vaults.

With his current level of understanding, Wang Meng couldn’t even begin to touch the Power of Laws within the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array, but the changes in his Godhood were a pleasant surprise.

In his few clashes with these Demon Beasts, Wang Meng had clearly felt that an ordinary Sword Slash was useless. Only Sword Formulas worked, but Sword Techniques like Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens seemed completely unable to unleash their power here.

Or rather, he hadn’t understood how to use it here.

The Godhood’s responses were all about understanding the laws; it just required him to ask a question of a certain caliber.

As long as his Heart Spirit could endure it, Wang Meng would communicate with the Godhood. Even if it was a bit "slow," it was better than dying of boredom. Wang Meng was the type of person who feared loneliness.

Otherwise, he would observe the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array. Even though he couldn’t understand it, he could stare at it for a long time, which kept him from feeling how slowly time was passing.

Li Tianyi, on the other hand, was cutting a bloody path. It had to be said that Li Tianyi was a true genius. More importantly, he had quickly adapted his Sword Technique to the environment of the Great Yuan Realm.

This was also what Li Tianyi wanted: to kill, and to kill ceaselessly. The Li Family’s Sword Technique was meant to find its path through slaughter.

His terrifying strength was this powerful adaptability.

Li Tianyi had already used the Small Rejuvenation Pill, which had pushed his Elemental Power to the twenty-fourth layer, more than enough to handle this environment. At first, the Demon Beasts had been hunting him, but as the killing continued, it was Li Tianyi who began hunting the Demon Beasts.

Moo WuZheng was very satisfied, even happy. Because of Li Tianyi’s existence, he wouldn’t suffer a total loss. The Four Directions Small Thousand World, where the Holy Hall was located, was at least up to the Star Alliance’s standards. This showed they had a decent understanding of Cultivation. When they arrived in the Great Yuan Realm, there was often a chance for an explosive burst of progress. Of course, the higher the starting standard, the greater the possibility of such a burst.

Li Tianyi was one such case.

Mingren’s situation was a bit more pathetic. After several battles, he was covered in wounds and had nearly died a few times. But, perhaps because his karma was just too good, he always managed to turn peril into safety, somehow dragging himself through and just refusing to die.

Tang Wei was ferocious, truly savage. He was the type who could be ruthless to others and to himself. Moreover, his preparations had been thorough. A Body Cultivator feared Demon Beasts with special abilities, but ferocious, brawling types were not what Tang Wei was afraid of. Especially with the help of a Small Rejuvenation Pill, Tang Wei’s Elemental Power had also risen by two layers.

If his luck didn’t run out, Tang Wei could also make it through.

Liangyuan... killed in action.

Moo WuZheng sensed a red light extinguish and knew one was down. Cultivation requires talent, but it also requires luck.

Judging by the current situation, Li Tianyi was already in control, while Wang Meng and Mingren needed a bit of luck. Tang Wei was in a dangerous spot... It was only then that Moo WuZheng realized there was still Ma Tian’Er.

A little girl who had barely reached the twentieth layer. But her smile was really cute.

It’d be a shame if she died.

The problem was, Ma Tian’Er hadn’t died.

In terms of strength, Ma Tian’Er couldn’t hold a candle to the others, even with her Red Roar.

But the thing was, Ma Tian’Er possessed an unparalleled talent: the ability to communicate with Demon Beasts.

Moo WuZheng was stunned when he saw this scene. ’Damn, the Demon Beasts are living peacefully with her. Forget one month, she could stay here for a lifetime and be fine.’

"Big Bull, stop bullying Little One."

"Little Cutie, go and maintain some order."

A pile of Demon Beasts was gathered around Ma Tian’Er, sitting in neat rows, while a monkey-like Demon Beast was maintaining order.

Moo WuZheng wiped his drool. "A talent like this exists?"

The reason why even those from low-level Small Thousand Realms could create miracles upon reaching the Great Yuan Realm was because talent was a truly unpredictable thing. A high-level Small Thousand Realm wasn’t necessarily stronger.

Magic could be learned. If you couldn’t learn it, you could steal it. But talent was innate.

The Cultivation Academy created by the Star Alliance was meant to gather these geniuses, find them, and bring out their power to be used for the Alliance’s own purposes.

As for strength itself, to be frank, Ma Tian’Er was even stronger than Li Tianyi. The first rule of entering the Cultivation Academy was to forget everything you learned before. That was all garbage, completely useless.

Here, as long as you had talent, you could learn the strongest, best, and most suitable power for yourself.

And if you couldn’t adapt, it was also simple—you die.

This was the basic principle of the Star Alliance.

Moo WuZheng felt like he’d hit the karmic jackpot; his luck was exploding. If the Holy Hall could get three people selected this time, their score would be higher, and he figured they could overcome their current crisis.

In the Star Alliance, once a sect’s ranking fell into the danger zone, other sects from the same realm could first launch a war of annihilation. If no one made a move, then people from other realms wouldn’t be so polite.

’Unfortunately, can they really reverse their decline with just a few disciples? It’s probably just prolonging the inevitable.’

Moo WuZheng smiled faintly. ’What becomes of the Holy Hall has nothing to do with me, but winning a bet is a very happy feeling.’

BEEP...

The Star Ring on Moo WuZheng’s wrist flashed again. Moo WuZheng tapped it and muttered, "These guys are trying to laugh at me, huh? Fine, I’ll play along."

"Moo WuZheng, hehe, how are things on your end? Want to raise the stakes?"

"You shameless bastards, don’t provoke me!"

"Is that so? Then let’s play for bigger stakes. Someone else has joined in, you know. Including *that* person."

"Which person? No way. I thought it was just a few of us brothers having a little fun. How did it get so out of hand?"

"It’s not about us, it’s about *that* person. It’s gotten interesting, you see. Holy, Demon, and Evil are all gathered. When it comes to who’s better or worse among the three factions, all sorts of things are bound to happen."

"Fine, I’m in. Who’s afraid of who?"

Moo WuZheng chuckled, though he felt a little apprehensive. The few from the Holy Hall were unexpectedly good, but on the other side were the Demon Heart Sect and Heaven-Dominating Hall, both ranked higher than the Holy Hall. They were probably playing for keeps, too. But... since *that* person was interested, he had to get in on this, even if it meant losing everything!

In the Cultivation Academy, strength and status determined everything. People like Wang Meng, who had become pawns in someone else’s bet, were helpless to do anything about it. (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 greatest motivation.)