I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 79 - 77: Courage

Chen Haiguan was in a good mood as well. Though his junior brothers and sisters were young, they were a boisterous and daring bunch. They had even managed to spark some fighting spirit among the senior brothers.

’I’ve been practicing pill cultivation for five years now,’ he mused. ’Just what is my skill level, really?’

Chen Haiguan wasn’t sure himself. ’Everyone says that only Pills from the Immortal Origin Hall are real Pills. As a Pill Cultivator, that’s a blatant slap in the face. Does that make me a peddler of fake medicine?’

It wasn’t just Wang Meng; the number of people making inquiries had gradually increased over the past two days. It was as if everyone had suddenly regained their vitality and drive.

’Thinking about it, what’s there to be ashamed of?’ he thought. ’If someone points out my mistakes, I might even be able to improve!’

The commotion at the Thunderlight Pavilion stirred up the atmosphere of the entire Thunderlight Hall. People tend to follow the crowd; when everyone was timid, they all acted timidly. But when someone took the lead and turned things around with concrete actions, everyone’s inner hero-complex emerged. No one wanted to be a good-for-nothing.

The Pill Furnace Pavilion, which Chen Haiguan was in charge of, also became lively all of a sudden. There were those making appointments and those who wanted a furnace right away. The ones who needed one immediately had clearly prepared their materials long ago, but just hadn’t had the courage to take that first step, afraid of being ridiculed by others.

"Brother Chen, I want a Second-Grade Cauldron!"

"Brother Chen, give me a Third-Grade Furnace."

"Brother Chen..."

Chen Haiguan’s head was starting to spin. "Hey, slow down, one at a time! There’s plenty of time."

For the same grade, a cauldron was slightly better than a furnace, and of course, the rental price was higher as well.

Chen Haiguan secretly saved a Third-Grade Cauldron for himself. ’After all, I’m someone who can refine Third-Grade Pills,’ he thought. Seeing most people requesting Second-Grade Pill Furnaces, with some even attempting First Grade, a sense of pride swelled in his heart. His confidence was growing. ’Now this is what cultivation is all about.’

The advantage of the Holy Hall’s model was its ability to raise the disciples’ skill level by boosting their confidence. When a person was confident and felt joy, the possibility of a breakthrough increased dramatically.

And all this was brought about by the system itself; it didn’t require the Elders to be constantly chasing after the disciples. This was also why other sects found it so strange that the Holy Hall remained standing, and why its masters never seemed to expend much effort.

Everyone had found their own sense of worth.

As for Wang Meng, he had long been forgotten by Chen Haiguan in the Alchemy Room, but Wang Meng himself was having the time of his life.

He had seen plenty of things, even more incredible ones, but performing alchemy himself was a completely different matter. Wang Meng thoroughly enjoyed this environment and the tranquil state of mind it brought him.

The first batch was finished: a bottle of First-Grade Deficiency Supplement Pills. They were meant to treat simple physical irregularities, such as a stutter.

Wang Meng popped one into his mouth... It actually tasted pretty good. Feeling the medicinal power blossom within his body, a sense of joy welled up inside him that was no less potent than the feeling of a personal breakthrough.

’This is probably why Saint Cultivators are so "nosy,"’ he thought.

In the eyes of Evil Cultivators and Demon Cultivators, Saint Cultivators were just a bunch of troublesome busybodies with nothing better to do. They could never understand why Saint Cultivators insisted on meddling in affairs that didn’t concern them in the slightest.

"The Celestial Dao is merciless, but people have compassion," Wang Meng couldn’t help but sigh, holding his Deficiency Supplement Pill.

Immediately after, the hairs on his arms stood up. ’...That was so cheesy.’

After finishing the Deficiency Supplement Pills, Wang Meng couldn’t wait to test their effects and rushed excitedly to the Thunderlight Pavilion.

The Thunderlight Pavilion was also a chaotic mess of activity. Wang Meng pulled Ma Tian’Er aside. "Junior Sister, where’s Little Stutterer?"

"I’ll go get her."

Ma Tian’Er quickly found Little Stutterer, who was dizzy from the frantic pace. When it got crowded, her job was to find items in the back. However, watching her senior and junior sisters work so fervently while she could only run back and forth made her heart ache a little.

"S-Senior... Brother, you... were looking for me?" Little Stutterer said with a smile.

"Junior Sister Zheng, I... happened to get a bottle of very special Pills here. You could give them a try." Wang Meng thought for a moment and decided not to mention that he had refined them himself. Otherwise, no one would dare to take them.

"Oh, what is it?"

"They’re Celestial Round Pills, a gift from a senior. They can adjust your body’s Elemental Qi Field. Your difficulty with speaking is caused by a disturbance in it, so give these a try." Wang Meng had changed the name; ’Deficiency Supplement’ just sounded too awful.

"R-Really?" Little Stutterer was a bit incredulous.

"Trust Brother Wang! He’s amazing! Besides, he’s friends with Elder Zhou, and Elder Zhou is the best Pill Cultivation Elder in our Holy Hall!"

Seeing Little Stutterer’s hesitation, Ma Tian’Er quickly added, "Brother Wang is the most kind-hearted person!"

"Thank you... S-Senior Brother!"

Little Stutterer bowed deeply, which made Wang Meng feel a little embarrassed. He hadn’t thought that far ahead when he came here. Besides, he didn’t even know if the Celestial Round Pill would work, since it was based on an old Pill Formula.

"Don’t thank me. I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s definitely harmless. You two are busy, so I’ll get going."

Inside, Liuu Mei was already shouting at the top of her lungs. This Senior Sister Liuu was the tyrant of the Thunderlight Pavilion, someone nobody could afford to offend. Ma Tian’Er and Little Stutterer quickly ran back to help.

Having successfully tested his skills, Wang Meng now had confidence in his alchemy. After preparing his materials, he was going to create something for his Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting. Even if he couldn’t refine anything amazing, it was just as Hu Jing and the others had said: he had to showcase his abilities.

’Showcase my abilities?’

Wang Meng couldn’t help but smile. He was becoming more and more like a Saint Cultivator.

Suo Ming was a man of few words, but he wasn’t reclusive. With his great vengeance fulfilled, all that remained was to repay Wang Meng’s kindness. Wang Meng clearly wanted the Thunderlight Hall to prosper, so Suo Ming had to find a way to make that happen.

Wang Meng arrived at Suo Ming’s residence to find only his Shadow Carving crouched by the door, quiet and patient, just like its master.

"Hey, little fellow, where’s Suo Ming?"

The Shadow Carving recognized Wang Meng and immediately led him to Suo Ming. At that moment, Suo Ming was in the Forging Pavilion, sweat pouring down as he worked at the forge.

This wasn’t just about bringing glory to the Thunderlight Hall; it was also about carrying on Uncle Lin’s legacy. Uncle Lin had loved forging, and he loved crafting well-suited weapons for others.

Suo Ming had learned a great deal while with Uncle Lin, and Lin Ying had sent him to become a Body Cultivator in the hopes that Suo Ming would one day inherit his mantle. However, once he got to Hengshan Hall, there was no need for forging—one only needed to be a ruffian and a good fighter.

Here, especially recently, Suo Ming felt as if the members of the Lin Family were still alive, living on in his heart. He had found tranquility in the act of forging.

Wang Meng had been there for a while, watching quietly, sensing the peace and nostalgia in Suo Ming’s heart.

After finishing the sword, Suo Ming stared at it for a long time. Although Wang Bodang was the Body Cultivator Elder, his forging skills were average at best, so the guidance he could offer Suo Ming was quite limited. In Wang Bodang’s opinion, Suo Ming should focus solely on being a Body Cultivator and not get distracted by other things, but Suo Ming was very persistent when it came to forging.

For most Cultivators in the Small Thousand Worlds, ascending was the furthest thing from their minds. This was even more true for Suo Ming; he wanted to live a meaningful life.

"Boss, you’re here."

"Heh, it’s interesting to watch you forge. You’re very absorbed in it. But I still think being a cook would suit you better," Wang Meng said with a laugh.