I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 97 - 95: The... Brother You Can Entrust Your Back To

Chapter 97: Chapter 95: The... Brother You Can Entrust Your Back To

"Yes, Ancestral Master. I saw it with my own eyes, and a few of my junior brothers saw it too!"

Suo Ming raised his head and spoke defiantly.

If an ordinary disciple had dared to speak to Wu Fatian like that, they would have been sent flying with a slap long ago. But this time, Wu Fatian surprisingly did not lose his temper.

"Good, good! Quick, go and find him!" A smile spread across Wu Fatian’s face, though it looked more like a pained grimace.

Lei Ting suddenly felt that something was amiss. "Wu the Kid, what are you scheming? He’s a disciple of my Thunderlight Hall! I’m warning you, don’t get any funny ideas!"

"Oh, is that so? Well, it seems disciples can transfer between halls in our Holy Hall." Wu Fatian laughed smugly. "Old Lei, you’re the host, and I’m the guest. Aren’t you going to invite me to sit down? It’s not like I’m busy. I have all the time in the world."

Only then did Lei Ting realize he had let a wolf in the door. But on second thought, he scoffed internally. ’As if he stands a chance!’

Hu Jing and the others didn’t know what to say. It turned out both Ancestral Masters were here for Wang Meng.

"Ancestral Masters, this way, please. Ancestor Master Zhou is also here," Hu Jing said respectfully.

Lei Ting and Wu Fatian were both stunned. They asked in near unison, "What is she doing here?!"

"Ancestor Master Zhou is also here for Senior Brother Wang Meng. It seems she wants him to practice Alchemy Skill."

Lei Ting and Wu Fatian exchanged a glance. "Nonsense! He’s definitely a Body Cultivator (Talisman Cultivator)!"

They then both snorted coldly, took a few steps apart from each other, and walked inside. Hu Jing and the others could only smile wryly and hurry after them.

By now, Thunderlight Hall was a sea of people. Three Ancestral Masters had arrived at the same time, supposedly looking for a disciple named ’something Meng.’ The problem was, the man of the hour wasn’t even there, yet all three Ancestral Masters were actually willing to wait.

The impact of this news was no less than a Celestial Tribulation, and it spread through the Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting in an instant.

Disciples from all over were rushing to see the spectacle. As for Dao Guang Hall...

It was completely deserted.

When the news reached Dao Guang Hall, Ning Zhiquan and the others were all stunned.

Gongsun Wuqing frowned. "Could there be a mistake? Thunderlight Hall doesn’t have anyone noteworthy!"

"Junior Brother Zhao," Ning Zhiquan asked, "you spent a good amount of time in Thunderlight Hall. Is there anyone there worth our attention?"

The shock in Zhao Guang’s heart was even greater than the others’. "...There’s only Hu Jing, who is fairly talented when it comes to Talisman Cultivation, but there’s no way she could cause such a huge commotion."

"Is there someone called ’something Meng’? Oh, I think it was Wang Meng," Gongsun Wuqing added.

Zhao Guang froze as if turned to stone. "Who? Who? Wang Meng?"

"You know him?"

"I know him. Of course, I know him. That guy entered Thunderlight Hall with a Second Layer of Life Mark. Rumor has it that Elder Xu took pity on him and let him into the Holy Hall on a whim. It’s pure luck that a good-for-nothing like him hasn’t been eliminated yet."

Zhao Guang said helplessly. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. ’Could Thunderlight Hall have another Wang Meng???’

Who is Wang Meng?

Almost everyone was asking.

Zhang Liang had received the news at the earliest opportunity. The moment Ancestor Master Zhou Luodan headed for Thunderlight Hall, he had sensed that something big was about to happen.

He witnessed the whole process. To be honest, he felt both envy and jealousy, but more importantly, he was moved. Because he knew who Wang Meng was.

Someone with a Natural Life Mark Second Layer who had luckily scraped into the Holy Hall and almost failed the initial test... For a person like that to succeed, the shockwave it created was far greater than anything from Li Tianyi or Ning Zhiquan.

In the Holy Hall, most disciples had no backing and no background. They relied on their own painstaking efforts. While the Family Disciples could casually spend several Spirit Stones, these disciples had to save for half a year just to get a single one.

But Wang Meng showed them that even so, they could still succeed. They could still make a name for themselves!

This feeling extended to everything happening in Thunderlight Hall now. Everyone was working hard, trying to show what they were made of. So what if they weren’t as good as others? As long as they played to their strengths, their day to succeed would surely come. Just like him—he had built his own intelligence network, Zhang Liang’s network. That was his success, too.

But that kind of success was not something he could show off, nor was it something that would be acknowledged. Wang Meng, however, seemed to have fulfilled this wish for him.

One by one, pieces of intelligence were sent out via Sparrow Demons.

More and more people flooded the Thunderlight Hall section of the meeting. Everyone wanted to witness a miracle. In truth, this was a reflection of their own inner desires. Only after entering the Small Thousand World did they realize how cruel cultivation was. You had to climb step by step, facing bottlenecks at every turn and dangers everywhere. As for lucky encounters? That was the stuff of dreams.

For a "trash" disciple with a Natural Life Mark Second Layer to come to the Small Thousand World... it was less a matter of luck and more a tragedy. But he had succeeded. He had done it.

Everyone started asking the Thunderlight Hall disciples about Wang Meng. Only then did they learn that after joining Thunderlight Hall, Wang Meng had been cultivating a Spirit Field all by himself. But he never gave up. The disciples of Thunderlight Hall didn’t know much about him; most of the information came from Zhang Xiaojiang. Zhang Xiaopang mentioned Brother Meng wherever he went. In his eyes, Wang Meng was the epitome of perfection, omnipotent. Even when Wang Meng was at his weakest and everyone looked down on him, Zhang Xiaopang still believed Wang Meng was the greatest.

This was a trust forged from fighting side-by-side since childhood. This was a bond where they could entrust their backs to each other... They were brothers!

The problem was, the three Ancestral Masters were waiting, but Wang Meng seemed to have vanished into thin air.

When Zhao Tianlong arrived at Thunderlight Hall with Zhao Lingxuan, he truly thought he was seeing things. ’This is Thunderlight Hall?’

The place was a sea of people, the liveliest spot in the entire Hundred Treasures Hall Meeting. And for some reason, every single person was buzzing with excitement.

The disciples of Thunderlight Hall were beyond excited. Someone was selling a detailed profile of Wang Meng. It was very cheap; a personal Intelligence Talisman cost only five Holy Hall Contribution points. Many people bought one, including disciples from Thunderlight Hall itself.

This was because most of the Thunderlight Hall disciples had long forgotten about Wang Meng. They vaguely remembered such a person, only becoming familiar with him after the battle against Hengshan Hall. They knew there was a Wang Meng in their ranks—and that was only if they had been paying attention. Those who weren’t didn’t remember him at all. The more famous disciples were still Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang, and of course, Zhou Qian. Another was Ma Tian’Er, due to the speculation about her background.

As for Wang Meng, he had no notable achievements. Although he had won a match, he was quickly forgotten. But now, his rise was like something out of a dream.

Everyone dreams. The disciples of Thunderlight Hall also hoped to one day be noticed by a senior. But even in their wildest dreams, they only imagined being discovered by an Elder. They would never dare to think of someone at the level of an Ancestral Master, let alone three Ancestral Masters with different cultivation paths, all coming for the same person. This was beyond the scope of a dream, yet it was happening in reality.

Who was Wang Meng? How did he rise? Everyone wanted to know, including the disciples of Thunderlight Hall.

This Talisman was from Zhang Liang. Anyone who had ever bought or sold information knew that his intelligence was quite reliable. His business was built on his reputation; if the information was wrong, not only was there no charge, but he would also pay double the price in compensation. Besides, at only five contribution points, it was an amount no one would miss.