I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 348 - 332: Deciding Heaven and Earth

’If I had known it would come to this, I would have done anything to get rid of him back when he first entered the Holy Hall!’

Zhao Guang was completely lost in his own thoughts. Everyone else had raised their cups, but he just sat there alone.

Zhao Tianlong’s face instantly darkened. "Zhao Guang, what are you doing!"

Zhao Guang shuddered, only then realizing everyone was looking at him. "I... I..."

"’I’ what? Get out of here! Stop making a fool of yourself!"

Zhao Tianlong had always been meticulous and demanded the strictest etiquette. Zhao Guang’s public gaffe had crossed a line for him.

No one tried to stop him. Everyone present could see as clear as day that Zhao Tianlong was trying to show goodwill toward Wang Meng.

Goblets clinked in Thunderlight Hall. The Ancestral Masters didn’t stay for long; with them present, the disciples couldn’t truly relax. So after a few rounds of drinks, they tactfully took their leave.

Once the Ancestral Masters left, Thunderlight Hall completely let loose. The place erupted. Most disciples were intimidated by Wang Meng’s imposing aura and didn’t dare to speak much, but Zhang Xiaopang was a different story. He didn’t care about any of that and went right up, slinging an arm over Wang Meng’s shoulder.

’Who would have thought that the mighty Senior Brother Wang would be so approachable?’

This was the happiest day Thunderlight Hall had seen in three years.

Hu Jing also let herself go, refusing no one who offered a toast, and got drunk for the first time. She knew that with Wang Meng back, all her problems were solved. It had been so hard for her to hold on for so long.

Yang Ying was the one who took Hu Jing home. No one understood Hu Jing’s complicated feelings better than her.

The celebration that day turned the whole place upside down.

"Have you guys heard? Wang Meng is back!"

"Wang Meng? Which Wang Meng? You don’t mean *the* legend from Thunderlight Hall, do you?"

"That’s the one!"

"No way, is that for real? So he actually exists? Well? Does he live up to the legend?"

"Damn! ’Live up to the legend’? The legend doesn’t do him justice at all!"

The disciples in the Holy Hall Pavilion were in an uproar, with members from every hall present.

"I knew it. Legends are always exaggerated. It’s like saying a duck laid an egg and it turned into a Golden Core."

"Bullshit! I’m saying the legend is nowhere near enough to describe how powerful he is. He’s practically a god!"

Just then, a disciple from Thunderlight Hall appeared in the Holy Hall Pavilion, and a crowd immediately surrounded him.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, is it true Wang Meng is back?"

"Yeah, Brother Chen, we heard even the Ancestral Masters went to welcome him!"

"Brother Chen, what does Wang Meng look like?"

Chen Haiguan chuckled. "Brothers, let me turn in my mission first."

"Come on, everyone, make way! Let Brother Chen hand in his mission first."

The people queueing at the front immediately cleared a path, letting Chen Haiguan go first. Even the Steward Elder of the Holy Hall Pavilion seemed anxious. He completed the handover without a second glance, then grabbed Chen Haiguan. "Tell us! Is it true Wang Meng was a big shot in the Great Yuan Realm too???"

For ordinary disciples, the Great Yuan Realm was a completely unreachable place—one they didn’t even want to go to. They had heard it was teeming with experts as numerous as the clouds and was utterly terrifying.

Chen Haiguan smiled. "The Great Yuan Realm is indeed terrifying, but for Senior Brother Wang, it’s a different story..."

The previous night, Wang Meng had shared some information and interesting anecdotes about the Great Yuan Realm. He didn’t feel there was any need to hide these things, wanting to let everyone know and broaden their horizons.

But the impact this had on ordinary disciples was simply overwhelming.

Thousands of Small Thousand Realms, countless Sects, and the Holy Hall was only ranked in the low hundreds, with so many more powerful entities ahead of them.

’Gods, what kind of world is this!’

But Wang Meng, even in a terrifying world like that, had managed to carve out a path for himself! And just like he did in the Holy Hall and the Cultivation Academy, he could break the rules!

"Heh, to be honest with you all, the Cultivation Academy is where the most elite young disciples from every sect gather. But rumor has it, you aren’t allowed to leave until you pass the Fifty Layers. Only our Senior was able to break that rule! And I heard it was with special permission from the Cultivation Academy’s headmaster—a master at the Great Perfection realm, whose power is said to be immeasurable!"

The Holy Hall Pavilion was now packed with people, but only Chen Haiguan’s voice could be heard. Even the Steward Elders were listening quietly, completely dumbfounded.

Even after Chen Haiguan left, it took a long while for the crowd to snap out of their stupor. Then, after a moment, the Holy Hall Pavilion erupted.

Wang Meng had returned!

Zhao Guang was placed in confinement, but he could still hear the discussions outside. Everyone was talking about Wang Meng; even the members of Dao Guang Hall were no exception. He heard that even Senior Ning Zhiquan had to defer to Wang Meng over there. Wang Meng was now the absolute leader of the Holy Hall. Not only that, but even experts from other Small Thousand Realms had to obey him.

This was an unattainable height. Zhao Guang had always been competing with Wang Meng, convinced that he was the stronger of the two. But all of a sudden...

Wang Meng hadn’t needed to do a thing. He had merely returned for a visit, and Zhao Guang’s dream of supremacy had turned to ash.

Gongsun Wuqing and the others were also in Thunderlight Hall, where Wang Meng gave him the items Ning Zhiquan had sent back.

"Junior Brother Gongsun, Brother Ning often speaks of you. I must thank you for supporting Hu Jing these past few years."

"Senior Brother Wang, you are too kind. It was my duty. Hu Jing is the Senior of our Holy Hall, and Dao Guang Hall is a part of it. Naturally, we must follow the Senior’s orders."

"Heh, how long have you been in Dao Guang Hall?"

"Let’s see... I’ve been in Dao Guang Hall for nine years now," Gongsun Wuqing said with a smile.

Wang Meng nodded. "It’s been that long already. I think you’re better suited for the position of Dao Guang Hall’s Senior. I will mention it to the Ancestral Masters."

Gongsun Wuqing trembled. "Words cannot express my gratitude!"

Besides passing on the items, Wang Meng had also prepared gifts for Qiao Qian and the others. It wasn’t about the value of the items, but the thought that counted. Of course, a gift from Wang Meng was bound to be exceptional. He had accumulated a good deal of loot from his many battles. These magical artifacts were considered decent even in the Great Yuan Realm, so back here, they were treasures of indescribable value.

What else could anyone say? Faced with someone who conducted himself with such grace, everyone felt nothing but admiration.

Wang Meng’s move was a textbook example of subduing the enemy without a fight. Zhao Guang was never a worthy opponent, and this approach even saved some face for Zhao Tianlong. After all, the Holy Hall needed unity to be strong.

Sanmao and the Nine Heavens Fire Simurgh found they had a lot in common. However, the Nine Heavens Fire Simurgh often poked at Sanmao’s sore spot. He was, after all, from the Fire God Little Thousand World, but his name was a genuine source of embarrassment.

When Zhao Lingxuan received her gift, she was so happy she hugged Wang Meng and gave him a quick kiss. The gesture stunned everyone for a moment, but it was quickly followed by a roar of laughter. No one took it too seriously. Zhao Lingxuan was like a child who never grew up, usually incredibly mischievous and impish. It seemed that for every wild creature, there’s someone who can tame it; around Wang Meng, she turned into a perfectly behaved little girl.

Zhang Xiaopang held his new bow, unable to put it down. He could feel an astonishing amount of Elemental Power emanating from it, and it even matched his attribute. ’This is a real treasure from the Great Yuan Realm!’

When Wang Meng first obtained this bow, he had immediately thought of Zhang Xiaopang. (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.)