I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 63 - 61: Homeless

The fire was bizarre; it couldn’t even be put out. Zhou Feng stomped on it furiously, but the flames kept burning. He stared coldly at the Pill Formula, now engulfed in fire, and muttered, "It’s over. It’s over. This time, it’s really all over."

Wang Meng smiled. "There’s always a way forward. You just have to face what you’re meant to face."

Even with his good temper, Zhou Feng was about to explode. "You... Huh?"

Just as Zhou Feng was about to start cursing, he suddenly noticed a brilliant golden light emanating from within the flames. The fire dwindled until all that remained was an object that resembled gold, yet wasn’t. It was covered in densely packed ancient inscriptions.

As if he had found a priceless treasure, Zhou Feng stared ecstatically at the text. He muttered, "Brilliant, simply brilliant! This is fascinating... so that’s how it works!"

He whipped his head around to face Wang Meng. "How do you have a Lifebound Flame? That’s something only Pill Cultivators are supposed to have!"

Wang Meng shrugged. "Fire is one of my Five Elements. Cultivating a little Lifebound Flame makes barbecuing more convenient."

Zhou Feng rolled his eyes. "Do you have any idea how many Pill Cultivators you’d anger to death with that? Cultivating a Lifebound Flame just for barbecuing!"

The Lifebound Flame was a fundamental skill for Pill Cultivators. Only a Cultivator whose Five Elements included Fire could cultivate one. Hu Jing also had a Lifebound Flame.

Seeing that Wang Meng wasn’t taking the bait, Zhou Feng continued to press him. "With your talent, if you become a Pill Cultivator, I’ll recommend you directly to Ancestor Master Zhou. We could even become fellow disciples!"

From his interactions with Wang Meng, Zhou Feng had discovered that the kid knew a little bit of everything. His knowledge was quite extensive, and he even knew some things that Zhou Feng himself didn’t. According to Wang Meng, he’d learned it all from a crazy old man who sold dubious medicines. The old man had also urged him to become a Pill Cultivator, but Wang Meng was set on being a Sword Cultivator and refused no matter what. After that, the old man mysteriously disappeared.

In Zhou Feng’s opinion, that old man was likely a reclusive senior expert on par with his own master, Zhou Luodan. ’Great minds think alike,’ he thought. This Wang Meng was just too perfect for pill cultivation! He had Fire among his Five Elements and could produce a Lifebound Pill Flame with just a little casual effort. With the foundation from that senior’s teachings, becoming a Pill Cultivator would be a certainty.

A golden carp is no mere pond-dweller; once it encounters wind and clouds, it will transform into a dragon!

Alas, the kid was as stubborn and pig-headed as they come, dead set on being a Sword Cultivator. ’Xu Huang already left,’ Zhou Feng lamented internally. ’So why bother? What’s the point of being so stubborn!’

Seeing that Zhou Feng was about to start rambling again, Wang Meng quickly stood up. "I’m going to go cultivate. If you’re not going to drink that wine of yours, I’ll help you take care of it. Consider it payment for today’s guidance. No need to thank me."

Wang Meng didn’t stand on ceremony. Without waiting for a reply, he simply grabbed the wine and left. After all, Pill Cultivators were never short on people trying to curry favor with gifts.

News of Zhou Feng’s arrival had gradually spread. It hadn’t been easy for people to visit him at the Main Hall, but now they had the chance. An abundance of gifts had appeared, but Zhou Feng couldn’t be bothered with them, which was all to Wang Meng’s benefit.

Zhou Feng gave a wry smile. ’This disguise on the Pill Formula must be Luu Yun’s work. My brain is just too slow with this stuff. I wasted so much time, and I’m not even as sharp as that kid.’ The thought made Zhou Feng even more antsy. ’Damn it... with enough persistence, you can grind an iron rod into a needle. Once he hits a wall as a Sword Cultivator, he’ll definitely remember the benefits of being a Pill Cultivator.’

Zhou Feng suddenly burst out laughing. "I’m such a genius."

The hall battle was over, but its effects were only just beginning to unfold. Whether people were attracted by the Spirit Stones or something else, Thunderlight Hall had indeed gained some renown. In the eyes of some, it was like dying embers flaring back to life.

The Main Hall, for its part, naturally didn’t want to see Thunderlight Hall collapse, so they offered their recognition and rewards.

All of a sudden, there were even disciples wanting to transfer to Thunderlight Hall. Of course, many of them were just after the Spirit Stones.

But regardless, attracting the attention of powerful cultivators was a good thing in itself.

This kept Hu Jing and the others extremely busy. They weren’t about to let people just transfer in and walk off with the Spirit Stones they had fought so hard to win, so they imposed some restrictions. Still, the allure of Spirit Stones was undeniably immense.

To put it bluntly, those people were only there for the Spirit Stones. But if Thunderlight Hall could give them hope, they didn’t really care where they ended up.

After returning from the hall battle, the Elders seemed to have been spurred into action. They began to supervise the cultivation of Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang, Zhou Qian, and the others with increasing strictness, and naturally, with greater diligence.

Zhang Xiaojiang finally managed to get away to find Wang Meng. He started shouting at the top of his lungs from a great distance away, "Brother Meng, I’m here!"

He opened the door to find Wang Meng’s room looking a little different; some things appeared to be missing.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojiang, Wang Meng smiled. "Your timing is perfect. Saves me the trouble of telling you. I plan to be away for a while."

"Ah? Brother Meng, take me with you! WAAAH, don’t abandon me!"

"Get lost. Cut the act. Right now, it’s far more important for you to stay here than to run all over the place with me," Wang Meng said, laughing.

"But, I want to go out too. I hear it’s more exciting outside. There are fiery Witches and enchanting Demonesses..."

"Did anyone tell you that Demonesses want your fortune, and Witches want your life? Go when you have the strength for it. Besides, now is the perfect opportunity for you and Hu Jing to establish your authority in Thunderlight Hall," Wang Meng said.

"Brother Meng, I don’t know why, but I’ve had this feeling lately," Zhang Xiaojiang said. "Forget Thunderlight Hall, even the Holy Hall probably isn’t your cup of tea. But no matter what, don’t forget us."

Sometimes, the Little Fatty’s feelings were frighteningly accurate.

"Get out of here. When the hell did you learn to get all sentimental? Just do a good job. No matter what happens, if you need me, I’ll be there."

In the end, Wang Meng left. He didn’t let Zhang Xiaopang see him off, but Wang Meng knew that Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang were still seeing him off silently from a distance.

Scenes like this had been so rare in his past life. He had always arrived alone and departed alone. This new beginning was truly different.

While Wang Meng was still lost in his own feelings, a thunderous roar echoed in his ears, "You there! Prepare to die!"

Suo Ming leaped out from the side of the road, wielding two large hammers. He brought the Dual Hammers smashing down on Wang Meng.

Wang Meng spun, dodging the Dual Hammers. In one smooth motion, he drew the sword at his waist and struck the back of Suo Ming’s neck. Suo Ming staggered for a moment before collapsing with a THUD.

Wang Meng brushed the dust off his clothes and squatted down. The broken blade of his sword tapped against Suo Ming’s forehead. "Suo Ming, you have a perfectly good life to live. Why are you coming after me?"

His Vital Point had been struck, leaving Suo Ming completely drained of strength. He felt as if he had seen a ghost. The force of the blow had been both precise and perfectly measured. ’How could he be so accurate?’ he thought. ’It’s not like he can read my mind.’

He glared, his heart filled with grim resolve. "Just kill me! Otherwise, I will definitely kill you!"

Wang Meng smiled. "It’s not because I know your Vital Point, is it? Don’t worry. We’re fellow sect members, after all. My lips are sealed."

Suo Ming looked as though a sore spot had been touched. "What does the Vital Point matter? I’ve been kicked out of Hengshan Hall. I have nowhere to go! You might as well just kill me!"

The more he thought about it, the more devastated he became. He had been willing to do anything to fit in at Hengshan Hall, cultivating desperately out of fear of being rejected. And yet, in the end, he had been cast aside all the same.