I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 291 - 282: The Burst

After the academy test, Wang Meng’s life didn’t change. He continued training at his own pace. Regarding the invitations from Hex Zui and Mu Ziqing, he stuck to his old ways unless something special came up. He didn’t care what they thought; life would be impossible if he had to worry about everyone’s opinions.

As for his duties at the Alchemy Institute, his term was already up, but Wang Meng continued with the job. Mi Dao certainly didn’t mind. Wang Meng was a diligent worker and, unlike the other Stewards, never complained about poor treatment or anything of the sort.

Wang Meng enjoyed the quiet. At night, he had free use of the Alchemy Institute’s instructional Array, completely undisturbed. Whenever he wanted to try something, he could use the Alchemy Room at any time. All he had to do in return was a bit of cleaning—it was an absolute bargain.

There was another reason: Wang Meng had made a friend. It was the woman who would show up from time to time. Wang Meng hadn’t asked for her name, and she hadn’t asked for his. They would just exchange a few words whenever they met.

As usual, Wang Meng diligently cleaned the Alchemy Room before entering the instructional Array to study Alchemy Skill. To surpass Moo Shan, he had to know more than him. It now seemed that Moo Shan’s understanding of Alchemy Skill was only surface-level. Wang Meng had to learn all of this from the very beginning. He didn’t know when it might be useful, but having extra skills was never a burden.

"Heh, you’re always so serious."

Wang Meng looked up at the woman before him. ’It’s usually easier to find fault with beautiful women, but the more he looked at her, the more captivating her aura became.’

"The slow bird has to start flying early," Wang Meng said.

The woman couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. After laughing, she seemed a bit unused to it herself. "Are you really slow?"

"Actually, I’m a classic case of ’great wisdom appearing as foolishness.’ Other people just haven’t figured it out yet."

Busy with his cultivation, he rarely had the chance for such a lighthearted chat, and it stirred a playful mood in him. ’Back in the Holy Hall,’ he reminisced, ’I used to shoot the shit with Zhang Xiaojiang and the guys every day. Now *that* was the life.’

The woman couldn’t help but smile faintly. "Have you joined a faction yet?"

"Nope." Wang Meng stood up and stretched, revealing his nearly perfect muscle definition.

His muscles weren’t overly bulky, but one could sense the power contained within them.

The tempering of his Heart Spirit, combined with his relentless, daily practice of his Cultivation Technique, was gradually bringing about changes. Over the past year or so, it was likely that no one had been more focused than Wang Meng.

"Oh, that’s unusual. Are you interested in joining one?"

"Not really. Why is everyone so interested in this stuff, anyway?" Wang Meng shrugged helplessly.

"This... ’stuff,’ heh heh. It really is a rather uninteresting thing." The woman smiled faintly, seeming much more relaxed.

After saying that, the woman left. By now, they didn’t even bother with goodbyes. Wang Meng had grown accustomed to her unpredictable nature. He tidied up the Alchemy Room and wrapped up his duties at the Alchemy Institute for the day.

「Battle Space.」

Wang Meng was back to stir up some trouble. Only this time, he didn’t initiate a random match. Instead, he issued a challenge.

The name "Master" was now quite famous in the Battle Space. His signature Curved Sword Qi was still undefeated, which was more than enough to pique the interest of other challengers.

Weaker cultivators struggled desperately for their win rates, while the strong sought ways to grow even stronger through battle.

Without a doubt, someone like Master, with his highly specialized style, was perfect for others to practice against.

In the eyes of many, Master was like the Tang Monk. And now, it was as if the Tang Monk himself had announced, "Alright, you monsters, it’s my treat today. Who’s available?"

Just a few minutes after Wang Meng issued the challenge, the Battle Space reacted. PING! PING! PING!

Wang Meng’s Star Ring began flashing nonstop. Random matches didn’t allow for choices, especially regarding Elemental Power levels, but challenges were a different story.

Row after row of names appeared in Wang Meng’s field of vision. Waiting in the Battle Space, he had been worried that no one would want to fight him. He hadn’t expected so many enthusiastic people. Wang Meng couldn’t help but feel a little moved. ’The atmosphere at the Cultivation Academy is really great,’ he thought. ’Everyone’s so eager.’

Moo Shan and Wangtian had provided Wang Meng with the best possible experience, allowing him to understand every method of cultivation. But ultimately, all of it was in service of the sword.

Among all forms of attack, the sword was the one and only path. But... that was easier said than done. With his Five Elements Physique, mastering the magic of Talisman Cultivators and Bow Cultivators, or using a Body Cultivation Technique, was no problem for Wang Meng—this had been proven back in the Holy Hall. However, these forms of Magic were all isolated.

Wang Meng chose his opponent.

What Wang Meng didn’t know was that many people were waiting in the void, anticipating his choice. Who would he pick?

Mengg Fu, from the Great Qin Small Thousand World, Talisman Fighting Sect, Elemental Power above the Thirtieth Layer.

So far, Master had only ever displayed an Elemental Power level at the Twentieth Layer. In the Great Yuan Realm, where Magic reigned supreme, it wasn’t impossible for someone at the Twentieth Layer to defeat someone at the Twenty-Ninth Layer. But the Thirtieth Layer was an entirely different realm.

Did Master get naive after a few wins???

Even Mengg Fu himself found it a bit hard to believe. He had only accepted the challenge on a whim, not expecting this "Master" to actually have the guts.

Frankly, Mengg Fu admired him!

The two appeared on the Dueling Platform.

Wang Meng needed a powerful Talisman Cultivator. Inside his Sea of Fate, Wang Meng could only play the role of a Talisman Cultivator himself to fight against Moo Shan, and he’d been utterly crushed every time. As a Sword Cultivator, Wang Meng wanted to try breaking a real Talisman Array with his sword.

Mengg Fu looked at the Master before him and couldn’t help but smile. "You’ve got a lot of guts. I admire that."

Mengg Fu let out a self-deprecating laugh. His opponent was using an anonymous handle and wouldn’t show any emotion at all. ’I’m just talking to myself,’ he thought.