I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 345 - 329: Sanmao

Wang Meng didn’t have the bad habit of monologuing in front of his opponents. Back in the mortal world, there was a saying: the ones who talk too much are always the side characters. That’s why Wang Meng always struck fast.

Wang Meng gazed at Luo Xian’s head and said with a hint of pity, "My apologies. Try to be a little earlier next time."

Luo Xian’s eyes were wide and round with disbelief.

’The Five Elements Body truly is formidable.’ When Luo Xian had been unleashing that frantic barrage, Wang Meng had genuinely worried he wouldn’t be able to withstand it. The victory might have looked easy, but Luo Xian was no fraud. While Talisman Cultivators had a wide array of moves, very few could simultaneously control so many different types of attacks. At his peak, Luo Xian could cast over ten Critical Strike spells in an instant.

It was just Luo Xian’s misfortune to have run into Wang Meng.

Wang Meng used his Divine Sense to erase the ownership imprint on Luo Xian’s Qiankun Bag. He opened it and was stunned by the sheer wealth inside.

Luo Xian had clearly accumulated a massive haul over the years. Besides, it was safer to keep it on his person than to leave it lying around somewhere.

Nearby, Little Flame watched the bag in Wang Meng’s hand, its eyes wide with longing.

"Okay, okay, we’ll split it."

"Alright, one for you, one for me... one for me, one for you... one for me, one for me... one for you, one for me..."

Master Wang began his "fair" distribution. Little Flame stared blankly at the Spirit Stones, dancing with joy, completely unaware of how devious its master was.

For whatever reason, perhaps by nature, Little Flame loved to keep a personal stash. It was probably still half-full from feasting on that Ghost Pot earlier. After nibbling on a few Spirit Stones, it carefully placed its share of the loot back into its own Qiankun Bag and patted it with satisfaction.

Wang Meng sorted through the haul. There were quite a few Magical Artifacts in Luo Xian’s Qiankun Bag, all of varying levels. They should fetch a good price in Spirit Stones. He couldn’t return to the Holy Hall empty-handed; he needed to trade for a batch of Spirit Stones, get some new equipment, and make sure everyone got a piece of the action.

At the thought of seeing Yang Ying and the others soon, Wang Meng’s heart warmed. ’I wonder if my Ying’Er has gotten even more beautiful.’

The Teleportation Array shimmered. The members of the Demon Refining Faction, whose morale was sky-high, watched as something unidentifiable came rolling out toward them.

It came to a stop, sitting perfectly upright. It was Luo Xian’s head.

Wang Meng stepped out of the Teleportation Array, his gaze sweeping coolly over the crowd from the Demon Refining Faction.

"As of today, the Demon Refining Faction is disbanded. Now, get lost!"

The Hundred Battles Pavilion fell deathly silent. How long had it even been? Luo Xian was dead too. And everyone knew that this time, he hadn’t been fighting with his Spiritual Power restricted.

For a moment, despite their numbers, no one from the Demon Refining Faction dared to respond. They just stood there, stunned.

"Get lost!"

Wang Meng roared again, his eyes wide with fury. A tidal wave of power crashed over the crowd.

It started with a single Demon Cultivator, but soon, the entire group began to file away.

He had killed Luo Xian without a scratch on him. Faced with such overwhelming power, and given the self-serving nature of Demon Cultivators, not a single one was willing to stick their neck out.

The Holy Hall Faction’s side erupted in cheers. Hex Zui shook his head with a wry smile. ’Maybe I really can retire now.’ He had been on pins and needles, but for Wang Meng, this battle had seemingly been nothing special.

At that moment, Hex Zui truly came to terms with his role. His new mission was to support Wang Meng, to help the Holy Hall flourish in the Cultivation Academy, and to build a new legend.

Perhaps Wang Meng’s miracles weren’t limited to the Four Directions Small Thousand World; maybe he could repeat them here in the Cultivation Academy.

"I think we should celebrate with drinks tonight!" Ma Tian’Er proposed.

"Drinks! That’s a great idea! Let’s drink until we drop!" The moment he heard "drinks," Fan Hong jumped to his feet.

"Drink, drink, drink!" Little Flame bounced up and down, overjoyed.

"Sanmao, you’re underage. No drinking for you!" said Ma Tian’Er.

Instantly, Little Flame looked as if it had been hit by a frost, its head drooping in dejection.

"San...mao?"

Wang Meng blinked. Ma Tian’Er looked a little sheepish. "I just thought ’Little Flame’ wasn’t very descriptive, so I started calling him Sanmao. He really does only have three hairs."

Everyone exchanged glances. This Junior Sister Ma was so gentle and cute, but her naming skills were, well...

Little Flame was clearly opposed to the name change. It stared pleadingly at its master, hoping he would stand up for it.

Wang Meng slapped his hands together. "Such a great name! Why didn’t I think of it? Sanmao! It’s catchy and descriptive!"

Ma Tian’Er smiled faintly. "See, Sanmao? I knew Brother Wang would like it."

Ning Zhiquan, Mingren, and the others cleared their throats, choosing to completely ignore the pair’s sense of taste.

Sanmao had the sudden urge to run away from home. Wang Meng, on the other hand, roared with laughter. He was, after all, the creator of names like Little Red and Eight Zhe.

With the great threat of the Demon Refining Faction eliminated, everyone’s spirits lifted. In truth, with its leader Luo Xian dead, the Demon Refining Faction was automatically delisted. The Holy Hall Faction, on the other hand, received a handsome reward for their victory. And since its founder, Wang Meng, was a Holy Hall Disciple, the Holy Hall itself also received a significant number of points.

Combined with Xuee Zhongnan and Wang Meng’s performance in the Slaughter Space, the Holy Hall had made a rare and massive leap forward. Its ranking had skyrocketed to one hundred and fifty-sixth place.

The most crucial factor had been winning the defensive battle for Snow Moon City. Xuee Zhongnan was only injured, not killed in action. If he had died, the Holy Hall’s overall strength would likely have declined, even in victory.

It seemed many things had started to change ever since Wang Meng arrived in the Great Yuan Realm.

When they learned Wang Meng could return to the Holy Hall for a visit, Ma Tian’Er and the others were incredibly envious. Even Ning Zhiquan made the rare gesture of asking Wang Meng to bring something to Gongsun Wuqing. This Senior of Dao Guang Hall apparently missed his old junior brothers and sisters. For a brief moment, Wang Meng even saw a flicker of emotion in Ning Zhiquan’s eyes.

As for Ma Tian’Er’s friends, Wang Meng naturally recognized them all. Ma Tian’Er also had him take a package for Liuu Mei, and Mingren prepared things for the other members of the Lingyin Four Tigers. Only Li Tianyi had nothing to send. That guy was too carefree and wasn’t interested in such sentimental exchanges. He just said that if Wang Meng happened to see his master, to just let him know he was still alive.

With the addition of the items Wang Meng had traded for, he had to buy another Qiankun Bag just to carry everything. He went to the Hundred Battles Pavilion, where the Steward arranged a Teleportation Array for him.

"You must return within one month. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe."

The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward said, his face a stony mask.

Wang Meng was in a great mood and just smiled. "Buddy, you know, people would probably like you more if you smiled every now and then."

With that, he stepped into the Teleportation Array, leaving the stone-faced Steward at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.

The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward may have been blunt, but his words were an important warning.

A flash of light later, Wang Meng took a deep breath. This was the air of the Four Directions Small Thousand World. The Elemental Qi was thinner here, but it felt so warm. Time hadn’t faded his fond attachment to this place; it had only deepened it. Wang Meng couldn’t help but jump around in excitement.

Sanmao poked its head out and frowned. "Master, I’m hungry."

Wang Meng nearly fell from his Sword Flight. "Didn’t you just eat!?"

Sanmao twitched its nose. "The Elemental Qi here is so thin. I’m not sure why, but it’s making me hungry."

Wang Meng patted Sanmao’s head. "That’s just an illusion!"

"An illusion?"

"That’s right. Feeling hungry doesn’t mean you *are* hungry. It’s just a sensation, and sensations aren’t reality. Therefore, you’re not actually hungry. As long as you convince yourself you’re not hungry, then you won’t be!"

Wang Meng’s stream of nonsense made Sanmao see stars; it was completely befuddled. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)