I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 420: Chapter 403: Hitting All the Same

Fortunately, Yan Yuyue wasn’t the type to put her emotions first.

Yan Yuyue smiled faintly and clinked glasses with the two. "Have you made any progress cultivating your Artifact Souls?"

Lv Buwei and Li Lishang gave wry smiles. "Still no good. The elders in the Sect are also trying to figure something out. If it really doesn’t work out in the end, they’ll just forcibly implant a Fake Artifact Soul and we’ll have to try our luck."

The Fake Artifact Soul was a method devised by the various Sects, specifically prepared for their elite disciples. Upon reaching the hurdle of the Minor Perfection realm, if no Artifact Soul appeared, they would use Magic to create a Fake Artifact Soul within the Sea of Fate, hoping to fool the heavens.

Some have actually succeeded. At the very least, even if they fail and can’t forge a Life Artifact, they can still obtain a decent Magical Artifact.

"What do you think Wang Meng obtained?"

The two looked at each other. That really was the question. The only way to become a member of the Star Alliance directly was to possess a Holy Statue...

Two Holy Statues in one Sect?

Wasn’t that too much of an exaggeration? Was the Holy Hall some kind of Holy Statue factory?

The odds of that had to be less than one in ten million...

Everyone had been so caught up in their celebration that they’d overlooked this point. But since the person in question didn’t bring it up, it wasn’t appropriate for others to ask.

BOOM...

"SHOUT, SHOUT, SHOUT! WHAT’S WITH ALL THE SHOUTING? A bunch of country bumpkins! You think this is your own home?!"

The members of the Holy Hall were in the middle of a happy drinking session when the table in front of Fan Hong suddenly exploded, sending food and wine spilling all over the floor.

A dozen or so Cultivators surrounded them.

Fan Hong was about to fly into a rage on the spot, but Wang Meng placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it gently.

He smiled faintly. "When you drink at a tavern, you’re looking for a lively atmosphere. If there’s no shouting, what’s the point?"

The lead Cultivator looked down at Wang Meng condescendingly. "You’re disturbing my drinking!"

"As I recall, your voices were even louder just now," Wang Meng said, still speaking amicably.

"Is that so? I didn’t hear a thing. I was trying to have a nice drink, but all I could hear was a swarm of flies buzzing in my ear. Are you going to scram on your own, or do you need me to ’help’ you on your way?"

The members of the Holy Hall could barely suppress their anger, but Wang Meng signaled for them not to be rash. "If I’m not mistaken, you must be Luo Ba, Hua Jianyu’s right-hand man."

Luo Ba sneered. "So the kid knows a thing or two. But is Boss Hua’s name something trash like you can utter? Slap yourself, then give me three loud kowtows. For the Empress’s sake, I’ll let it slide."

If the Empress hadn’t interfered, Luo Ba would have led his men to slaughter every last member of the Holy Hall long ago.

The other Cultivators in the Drunken Immortal Tower quickly made way, waiting to watch the show. This was a Magical Combat between the Dragon King and the Empress. As for the Holy Hall, no one really paid them any mind. What right did a minor faction have to challenge Hua Jianyu? They just couldn’t figure out how this tiny faction had managed to latch onto a benefactor as powerful as Ling Fei.

The members of the Holy Hall Faction were so angry their hair was standing on end.

"There are lines you don’t cross, Luo Ba. You’ve gone too far!" He Zui said grimly.

An arrogant smirk appeared on Luo Ba’s lips. "Too far? So what if I am? What are you going to do about it? Don’t think you can rest easy just because you have that bitch Ling Fei backing you. If you don’t kowtow today...!"

Wang Meng slowly extended a hand and gently tapped toward Luo Ba’s head.

SHING...

Luo Ba’s voice stopped abruptly.

The members of the Dragon King Faction hadn’t yet realized what had happened. ’Is Boss Luo Ba gathering power for an attack?’

Suddenly, Luo Ba’s body trembled slightly. He fell backward, a bloody hole in the center of his forehead.

The Drunken Immortal Tower instantly fell silent. Wang Meng waggled his finger. "A dog that bares its teeth doesn’t bite."

"Wang Meng, how dare you! To kill someone in public at the academy! This is rebellion!"

A Cultivator from the Dragon King Faction blustered, though he was terrified inside. It had been completely silent, without a single sound. He hadn’t seen what happened at all, and somehow Luo Ba was dead. With Luo Ba’s strength, how could he have been unable to even resist?

SHING...

The Cultivator who had just spoken also collapsed limply, dead in the exact same way.

Everyone was horrified. ’Wang Meng has really gone insane.’

Just as the Dragon King Faction’s Cultivators were hesitating over whether to attack, a man walked out of the adjacent private room, frowning at Wang Meng.

"Which Sect are you from? Don’t you know the academy’s rules? Killing like this is a punishable offense!"

Wang Meng glanced at the newcomer. "And who are you?"

The middle-aged man sneered. "Who am I? I am Ma Gu, your soul mentor!"

Wang Meng’s tone greatly displeased Ma Gu. With his status as a soul mentor, who didn’t treat him with the utmost respect? Yet this brat dared to question him. He didn’t look like he came from any major Sect, either. Ma Gu had stepped out at this moment to do Hua Jianyu a favor. ’That prized disciple of the Cloud Dragon Sect has a limitless future, after all.’

"Oh, so it’s Instructor Ma Gu. I’m Wang Meng. How may I help you?"

Ma Gu’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Wang Meng to be so disrespectful. "You’ve killed wantonly, breaking the academy’s rules. Come with me."

Wang Meng smiled faintly. "Instructor Ma Gu, if you slap yourself, then kneel and give me three loud kowtows, I’ll go with you."

The entire room was stunned. Wang Meng’s audacity was simply heaven-defying. Who would dare speak to a soul mentor like that?

"You’re courting death!" Ma Gu could no longer suppress his fury. ’I’m going to teach this little bastard a lesson!’

Wang Meng shrugged. "See? This is why I had to send them on their way to the afterlife. When someone is courting death, who can they blame but themselves?"

Ma Gu finally understood, then sneered. "The academy never gave you that authority!"

Wang Meng smiled faintly and raised a finger. Instantly, Ma Gu’s expression changed, and he froze on the spot.

"How do you have..." Ma Gu mumbled.

"If you wanted to suck up to the Cloud Dragon Sect, you picked the wrong opponent. Scram!"

Wang Meng said coldly. ’Nice people get bullied, and gentle horses get ridden. We’ve been suppressed for over a year now. If we don’t erupt with force, they’ll really think this tiger is a sick kitten!’

Ma Gu couldn’t back down now; his pride was on the line. ’The guy in front of me is actually a member of the Star Alliance? How is that possible? At the Starlight City Cultivation Academy, Ling Fei should be the only Cultivator who is.’

’Is it fake?’

A sneer formed on Ma Gu’s face. "Brat, you think you can bluff your way through with a fake? You really don’t know your place. Today, I’ll teach you how to behave!"

After speaking, Ma Gu didn’t give Wang Meng a chance to retort. He would act first and report later; even if it was discovered in the future, he’d have an excuse.

Ma Gu was a soul mentor, after all, and his attack was no small matter. He threw a punch with earth-shattering momentum.

Wang Meng simply pointed a finger in a casual, understated manner. A faint golden light flashed. Ma Gu sensed something was wrong and wanted to pull back, but it was already too late.

BOOM...

Wang Meng lunged forward and threw a punch.

BANG...

Ma Gu was sent flying out of the Drunken Immortal Tower. While he was in mid-air, another finger pointed out, hitting him directly.

A spray of blood erupted from his mouth in mid-air, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

Wang Meng stood at the window and smiled faintly. "Instructor Ma Gu, next time you decide to suck up to someone, make sure you know who you’re picking a fight with!"

Ma Gu struggled to his feet, stared daggers at Wang Meng, and left without another word.

Wang Meng knew, and Ma Gu also knew, that the Star Ring was real. If this commotion continued, Wang Meng could kill Ma Gu with no repercussions.

This time, the Drunken Immortal Tower was dead silent. He’d even beaten up a soul mentor without hesitation. Wang Meng was shining.

"Go back and give Hua Jianyu a message. If he wants a challenge, I’ll be ready anytime. But if he tries any more of these useless little tricks, I’ll annihilate the Dragon King Faction!"

The Cultivators of the Dragon King Faction wanted to curse at him, but they swallowed their words. The group shuffled away in humiliation.

Wang Meng smiled. "Put the damages on Hua Jianyu’s tab."

It was the first time the members of the Holy Hall had ever felt so vindicated. It was just too satisfying.

After the commotion at the Drunken Immortal Tower, the Holy Hall Faction’s name was made. Everyone else was waiting for Hua Jianyu to do something, but unexpectedly, the Dragon King lowered his banners and silenced his drums—there wasn’t the slightest movement from him.

Wang Meng really didn’t see Hua Jianyu as a big deal. He truly wasn’t concerned about him.

Hua Jianyu’s reaction was entirely within Wang Meng’s expectations. Upon learning that he had become a member of the Star Alliance, Hua Jianyu would likely have to think twice before acting. At the very least, he wouldn’t dare pull any more petty tricks.

After this incident, everyone settled down to cultivate. Although the Dragon King Faction had been suppressed, the strength Wang Meng displayed had still deeply stimulated everyone, especially Li Tianyi. Watching Wang Meng and Mingren leave everyone else in the dust was a profound shock to him.

Fortunately, Zhou Feng took very good care of him, feeding all the newly refined Pills to Li Tianyi. Li Tianyi’s Cultivation also became exceptionally diligent. ’I have to become as strong as Wang Meng and Mingren.’

Zhou Feng could feel Li Tianyi’s diligence, which bordered on obsession. However, when it came to research on Artifact Souls and Holy Statues, the Holy Hall was far behind. They were basically helpless, unless Li Tianyi could achieve it on his own.

If he couldn’t cultivate a Holy Statue or a Life Artifact, Li Tianyi would have basically no hope of catching up in the future.

Wang Meng was cultivating his Life Wheel in his room when he suddenly felt a familiar sensation. He immediately left his room and flew swiftly into the distance.

Ever since Wang Meng became the second member of the Star Alliance, the Cultivation Academy had been abuzz with discussion. It was only then that people discovered the Holy Hall’s ranking had already climbed to sixty-eighth place, which was simply incredible and miraculous. At the same time, they were also very curious about what kind of ability Wang Meng actually possessed. Unfortunately, Wang Meng remained very low-key, and the Holy Hall Faction was also very low-key.

They had to be low-key. He Zui and the others knew very well that aside from Wang Meng’s outstanding strength, the rest of the Holy Hall Faction were only average. If they wanted to catch up, they would have to put in some truly hard work.

That familiar sensation just hung in the distance, neither close nor far. With Wang Meng’s current strength, he had truly met his match.

But in terms of Elemental Power, Wang Meng’s current Elemental Power was only slightly higher than that of an average First Layer of Minor Perfection Cultivator. However, this didn’t account for the power of the Life Wheel, which could communicate with the forces of heaven and earth.

Wang Meng’s speed began to increase, and the other party’s speed increased in sync. No matter how much Wang Meng accelerated, the other party was always able to maintain the distance at a leisurely pace.

With one chasing and the other fleeing, the two soon left Starlight City. Wang Meng followed the sensation to a forest, where the other person had stopped and was waiting leisurely for him.

"Senior Tu Mu, long time no see," Wang Meng said. This familiar feeling was Tu Mu’s. It was obvious that Tu Mu had intentionally released his aura for Wang Meng to sense.

Tu Mu was also sizing up Wang Meng, a look of surprise in his eyes. "Just call me Old Tu. Don’t you have Dragon Race or Demon Race blood in you?"

Wang Meng shrugged. "I’m a normal person."

Tu Mu shook his head. "You’re not normal at all. This aura of yours has become even more obvious since you entered Minor Perfection. It’s just that only a few members of the Dragon Race and Demon Race can sense it."