I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 288 - 279: So That’s How It Is

The Cultivators in the void were stunned. ’What... what is he trying to do???’

’Surely he isn’t going to...???’

When Wang Meng unleashed his first streak of Sword Qi, everyone cursed him in their hearts. ’What an idiot!’

’Does he have a brain? Trading blows with someone who has a King-Level Magical Artifact... Who does he think he is?’

SHING...

A blast of Curved Sword Qi shot out. A strange, indescribable smile crept onto Wang Meng’s lips. He wasn’t seeing his opponent before him; he was seeing Wangtian, tormenting him again, and again, and again.

In an instant, the Long Sword in his hand vanished, and a sky full of Curved Sword Qi erupted forth.

The simplest Curved Sword Qi.

The oncoming Simurgh Phoenix Kill was indeed ferocious, managing to break through more than ten blasts of Curved Sword Qi—an astonishing feat in itself. But Wang Meng’s hand moved as if it were spasming, conjuring an unstoppable sea of Curved Sword Qi.

Qin Yu’s jaw dropped. ’...What in the world is this?’

BOOM...

The robe on his body activated its Defense Array. The Spirit Void Robe was also a King-Level Magical Artifact. Qin Yu was armed to the teeth; he almost had a complete set of King-Level Magical Artifacts.

’He never imagined his attack could be broken. But so what if his defense couldn’t be breached?’

BOOM...

A violent impact. The Curved Sword Qi surged like a tidal wave, drowning Qin Yu, who was protected by the Array.

He vanished.

The Magical Artifacts were good, but it all depended on who used them. In the hands of someone like Qin Yu, they were truly a waste.

A magnificent sea of Curved Sword Qi, like a dance of cherry blossoms.

Wang Meng felt as if he had just let out an incredibly satisfying fart. He felt great.

The battle involved no technical skill. His opponent was trash, so he simply blasted him to smithereens.

Wang Meng had no interest in continuing. He decided to rest and wait for tomorrow’s academy test. Both Ning Zhiyuan and Ma Tian’Er had told him to take it seriously, so how could he not?

"Did you see how many sword strikes he released in one go?"

"Seventy-eight strikes... of Curved Sword Qi..."

"Who do you think he is?"

"I don’t know... I really don’t know."

The Battle Space fell silent.

Wang Meng slept soundly and didn’t have to worry about the time, because Fan Hong was already knocking on his door.

"Wang Meng, get up! Let’s go, let’s go!"

It was hard for Wang Meng not to wake up. He quickly tidied himself up and opened the door. "What are you yelling for?"

"Haha, don’t tell me you’re nervous. Come on, let’s go early and check things out."

The Cultivation Academy was bustling, mostly with Cultivators who had been there for two years. They were the ones being tested this time.

Everyone gathered in groups according to their Sect, so Wang Meng and Fan Hong parted ways. According to Fan Hong, Chan Jing had left, probably out of a guilty conscience.

When Wang Meng arrived, all the members of the Holy Hall were present. Not far from them was Yan Yuyue of the Heaven-Dominating Hall.

The soul mentor, Shan Lin, appeared. If he hadn’t shown up, Wang Meng would have forgotten all about him.

"Hehe, very good. Everyone, follow me."

Everyone followed behind Shan Lin, sizing up their competition at the same time.

Everyone was sizing each other up. At the back of the group were a few observers from the major factions. A year had passed, and it was time to see who was a cut above the rest. Aside from the few with excellent talent discovered initially, there was always a chance a hidden gem might be unearthed.

"The first test is simple. The Five Elements Gate. Just like when you chose your Cultivation Technique, you’ll go in groups of ten. All you have to do is walk forward until you can’t go any further!"

Shan Lin said with a beaming smile, his gaze sweeping over everyone. The pool of talent this year was quite large. Every few years, there was a major selection, and sects on the verge of collapse would often resort to emergency measures.

Sometimes, it actually worked.

This time, the top one hundred sects in the Star Alliance rankings had produced two disciples with decent talent. Surprisingly, two more had emerged from sects ranked outside the top hundred, and both were from the Four Directions Small Thousand World.

In groups of ten, everyone charged forward with all their might. After taking the first few steps, they found the resistance wasn’t that strong. One person even started running.

Most of them were able to pass the second line, and some even reached the fifth. It was quite a spectacular sight.

Group after group took their turn, until Wang Meng and the others were called up.

Mingren, who went before him, had also achieved good results, passing the second line.

The others with Wang Meng, whose Sects were unknown to him, immediately rushed in. All nine strode forward. Some encountered resistance at the Second Layer, while others only felt it at the Third Layer.

And Wang Meng?

Wang Meng was utterly dumbfounded. He really didn’t want to bring shame to the Holy Hall. ’Damn it all!’ Using every ounce of his strength, he managed to take just three painful steps before he was completely, utterly stuck.

A wave of laughter erupted from the crowd. They watched Wang Meng struggle desperately, putting everything he had into it. He was confident in his own strength. ’Could this be because of my Five Elements Physique again?’

Wang Meng truly gave it his all, but it was useless. The repulsive force was proportional to the force he exerted. This Five Elements Gate was some kind of unknown Array Technique; it tested one’s fundamental connection to the Five Elements, and had nothing to do with Elemental Power.

After struggling for a moment, Wang Meng gave up and walked back out. Man proposes, but Heaven disposes. It seemed he would have to rely on his performance in the later tests.

While others had to walk a fair distance to get out, Wang Meng just had to turn around and take a single step. The laughter from the crowd grew even louder.

"That dude must have short legs!"

"Even with longer legs, he wouldn’t have made it."

"Where did this piece of trash come from? Just here to fill a spot."

"Who knows. But I bet he’ll be cast aside after this."

The faces of the Holy Hall Disciples flushed red, then went pale. He Zui, Mu Ziqing, and the others watched from a distance, surrounded by disciples from other Sects.

Ma Tian’Er bit her lip tightly, her heart aching as she watched Wang Meng’s helpless smile. But what could she do? She could do nothing.

Yan Yuyue watched Wang Meng quietly, a sliver of doubt in her heart. ’How could someone who fought a Two-tailed Shadow Flood Dragon fail like this?’

The two of them had wanted to show off Ma Tian’Er’s talent, but who would have thought that before she even had her turn, this guy Wang Meng would utterly disgrace himself again.

"Hehe, He Zui, surely this isn’t one of the Holy Hall’s elites?"

"He doesn’t count. That guy was going to be eliminated anyway."

Mu Ziqing said, his face flushing and paling. Even if the guy was useless, he shouldn’t be *this* useless. Just three steps.

At this moment, no one was paying attention to Shan Lin. His body was trembling.

After two more rounds, it was finally the turn of Yan Yuyue, Ma Tian’Er, and the others. This last group of ten consisted of the most outstanding disciples from the past year.

An anomaly occurred. This group was supposed to be the strongest, yet their results were the worst. Nearly all of them were stuck between the first and second lines.

No matter how hard she tried, Ma Tian’Er couldn’t advance a single inch. Next to her was Yan Yuyue, and the two were almost perfectly parallel.

In an instant, Yan Yuyue gave up. She slowly turned around and stared intently at Wang Meng.

’If she still didn’t understand by now, she’d truly be an idiot.’

The results of this Five Elements Formation test must be reversed. The farther one walked, the worse their talent!