I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 361 - 345: Yan Yuyue’s Mind

"It’s nothing. This place has everything you could need—it’s even better than your old room. Plus, you’ll have someone to look after you."

Ma Tian’Er blushed slightly, while Jiangg Qingqing at her side eagerly volunteered, "I’ll take care of you!"

"Ahem, I’m a grown man. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Forget it, just forget it."

Fan Hong turned to Jiangg Qingqing, his big, watery eyes full of pitiful charm. "Senior Sister, I can barely take care of myself. Why don’t you look after me instead?"

"Fan Xiaoniao, get lost! Go roll as far away as your dirty mind can take you!"

Jiangg Qingqing was a Demon Cultivator, always outspoken and holding nothing back. Wang Meng, however, found her style a little hard to handle.

Wang Meng and Sanmao returned to his room. He thought back to Sanmao’s attack. ’To be honest, that was pretty damn impressive.’

"Sanmao, do you want to learn a Cultivation Technique?" A sudden, wild idea struck Wang Meng. ’What would happen if a creature like Sanmao learned a human Cultivation Technique?’

"Cultivation Technique... is it tasty?" Sanmao asked, looking a little conflicted.

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"Well, a so-called Cultivation Technique is a method for increasing your strength. It relies on your Life Mark to enhance your Elemental Power..."

Wang Meng lectured with great enthusiasm while Sanmao’s eyes spun. For a mind like its, this was all complete gibberish.

After getting his fill of talking for the better part of an hour, Master Wang finally looked at Sanmao. "So, what do you think? If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask."

Sanmao looked at Wang Meng cautiously. "...What were you talking about...?"

SWOOSH... Master Wang was about to lose his mind.

But Wang Meng was incredibly stubborn. The main reason he’d even had this idea was because he’d noticed Sanmao often copying him and using Flame Magic with some semblance of skill. Most people would have given up right then and there, but Wang Meng refused to quit so easily.

He placed Sanmao on the table and began to tirelessly bombard it with his lessons.

Maybe it was a good habit he’d picked up at the Holy Hall, but he had become addicted to teaching Magic all day. Now that he was back at the Cultivation Academy with no one to instruct, he felt a little out of sorts.

Sanmao’s head was spinning from the lecture. It pitifully shuffled its bottom, trying to escape, but after just a few scoots, Wang Meng would set it right back in place.

"Sanmao, what’s the most important thing on the path of Cultivation?"

Sanmao just stared blankly. ’What does that have to do with me?’

"Attitude! Without a doubt, it’s attitude! If you don’t understand, you just have to mull it over until you do. Got it?"

Under its master’s threats, Sanmao had no choice but to endure the torment of Wang Meng’s lessons. Of course, Master Wang was well-versed in the carrot-and-stick approach. The moment Sanmao showed the slightest improvement, he would immediately reward it with a Spirit Stone. For the sake of the Spirit Stones, Sanmao’s attitude did indeed improve a bit.

After talking for what felt like an eternity, Wang Meng was exhausted. ’Sometimes, teaching is even more tiring than Cultivation itself.’

When Wang Meng finally stopped, Sanmao was so happy it could have cried. It was finally free.

But with Wang Meng’s next words, Sanmao’s world came crashing down again.

"We’ll continue tomorrow."

Wang Meng was immersed in the joy of training Sanmao. He was discovering that Sanmao was actually a good student. In some ways, it was a lot like a Cultivator; when it came to Fire Magic, Sanmao would find its own way to understand.

During the lessons, however, Wang Meng was especially careful about controlling Sanmao’s power. The little guy was a walking disaster.

Sanmao was completely unable to comprehend any Magic of the other Five Elements besides the Five Elements Flame. This was probably an inherent limitation of being a Five Elements Essence.

Wang Meng also made a decision: he would give the Flame Encyclopedia to Sanmao. He had a feeling the book would be of greater use in Sanmao’s hands than in his own.

Sanmao held the book with a serious expression, its chubby little face scrunched up in concentration. Wang Meng cleared his throat a few times. "Sanmao, after these last few days of training, I’ve discovered you have a special talent for Fire Magic. So, I’m giving this Flame Encyclopedia to you. You must study hard and aim high!"

Sanmao’s face fell. ’...Wait a minute, wasn’t this thing mine to begin with...?’

But now, upon touching the Flame Encyclopedia again, Sanmao had a strange feeling. Wang Meng’s lessons had actually been quite effective. It could now connect its previous imitations with the theories it was learning. It was truly absorbing the human method of Cultivation.

It just couldn’t copy it wholesale. Wang Meng had his reasons for making this decision. His own half-assed instruction as a Talisman Cultivator wasn’t as good as letting Sanmao comprehend the Flame Encyclopedia on its own. All he needed to do was provide the fundamentals.

After listening to Master Wang’s lecture, Sanmao nodded seriously. After a moment, it asked, "Master, can I trade this for something to eat?"

Wang Meng froze for a second, then suddenly roared, "No!"

The roar scared Sanmao so much it trembled and plopped down on its bottom. ’Master is so grumpy when he’s playing teacher.’

"Brother Wang, what’s the matter?"

The voice was Ma Tian’Er’s. As if it had seen its savior, Sanmao instantly darted behind her.

"Tian’Er, haha, you’re here. It’s nothing, I was just playing with Sanmao."

’This little rascal is getting more and more cunning. It even knows how to find protection.’

"My adorable Sanmao, did you miss me?" Ma Tian’Er gently stroked the flame on Sanmao’s head. The chubby creature squinted its eyes in comfort and nodded.

"Hehe, such a good boy."

"Tian’Er, don’t spoil this little brat. He’s getting more and more gluttonous and lazy," Wang Meng said, glaring at Sanmao.

Ma Tian’Er paused. "But he’s just a Spirit Beast."

Sanmao nodded pitifully. ’I’m a Spirit Beast, and a young one at that. How can he have such high expectations?’

Wang Meng was taken aback. ’I guess that’s true.’ He shrugged helplessly. "Fine. I’ll deal with you later. Stop clinging to Tian’Er and get to the Quiet Chamber to cultivate!"

Sanmao scrambled to its feet and waddled into the Quiet Chamber, clutching the Flame Encyclopedia that was nearly as big as it was.

"Brother Wang, what exactly are you trying to train Sanmao to be?" Ma Tian’Er, who was quite skilled at Beast Taming herself, asked with some curiosity.

"Just trying to tap into its potential," Wang Meng said with a smile. "And thank you for helping me tidy up the room."

Ma Tian’Er blushed faintly. "It was nothing."

Wang Meng wasn’t sure what to say. ’Tian’Er is such a gentle and sweet girl, without a single trace of impurity. Her purity almost makes me feel ashamed of myself.’

"Oh, right, there’s something I need to tell you. Some people from the Empress Faction want to have a friendly spar with our Holy Hall Faction."

Ma Tian’Er said, "Moo WuZheng was the one who approached me. It’s very strange."

"The Empress Faction?" Wang Meng remembered Moo WuZheng, of course. He had even fought Ge Mang before. ’But there’s no real grudge between us. I doubt Ge Mang would even know it was me. My fighting style changes almost daily; even I might not recognize myself.’

"Could it be because of me?" Ma Tian’Er bit her lip. Generally, once you joined a faction, there was no such thing as quitting. Her departure had been far too easy, and she worried it might have dissatisfied the Empress Faction.

A confident smile spread across Wang Meng’s face. "Tian’Er, so what if it is? You’re an important member of the Holy Hall Faction. No one is taking you from me!"

When it came to matters like this, Master Wang was always overbearing. If someone wanted to take something from him, unless Ma Tian’Er herself agreed, not even the Heavenly Emperor could make it happen.

Ma Tian’Er’s smile was radiant, and a wave of sweetness washed over her heart. At that moment, she wouldn’t even be afraid of death.

Of course, Wang Meng had no idea his casual remark carried so much weight.

"We’ll handle whatever comes our way. Let Brother Hex know. If it’s really just a spar, that’s a good thing for us. If they have some other motive, we’ll just react as it comes!"

Wang Meng was quite confident in himself now. ’The so-called three titans of the Cultivation Academy? I’ll stomp them all flat in the future.’ But he was also realistic. He probably needed to advance his Five Elements Technique by another level to be truly sure of it.

Just as Wang Meng was chatting with Ma Tian’Er, a visitor suddenly arrived.

When they saw who it was, both Wang Meng and Ma Tian’Er were stunned. It was Yanm Yuyue.

Yanm Yuyue and Yang Ying were the twin prodigies of the Four Directions Small Thousand World. Of course, in terms of individual strength, Yanm Yuyue was a bit stronger. However, Wang Meng felt that if Yang Ying were to come to the Cultivation Academy, she would definitely unleash even greater power. ’She has an incredibly pure Water of the Five Elements constitution.’ Wang Meng was absolutely certain of this.

"Junior Sister Yanm, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Within the Cultivation Academy, there were no particular conflicts among the Saint, Demon, and Evil factions. But in the Slaughter Space, it was a completely different story.

Yanm Yuyue smiled faintly. "I’m here to join the Holy Hall Faction. I wonder, am I qualified?"

Wang Meng and Ma Tian’Er stared at each other in bewilderment. ’What is this all about? Isn’t Yanm Yuyue in the Dragon King Faction?’

"What’s wrong? Am I not welcome?"

"Ahem, of course not. It’s just like a prize just fell out of the sky, so my reaction is a little slow. If Junior Sister Yanm is willing to join, that’s fantastic. But I have to warn you beforehand, the Holy Hall Faction is a small group, and we’re constantly running into trouble."

Wang Meng said. He had no idea what Yanm Yuyue was planning, but then again, the relationship between her Heaven-Dominating Hall and the Holy Hall was actually quite good.

It was understandable for Ma Tian’Er to come over, since she had to support her own Sect. But Yanm Yuyue’s prospects for development in the Dragon King Faction were much better than they would be here.

Yanm Yuyue didn’t answer his question. Instead, she suddenly asked one of her own, "Wang Meng, are you afraid of trouble?"

"Trouble? Heh, I might be afraid of a lot of things, but trouble isn’t one of them!"

"Good. Then I’m willing to join the Holy Hall Faction and abide by its rules!"

Yanm Yuyue declared, her tone firm and decisive.

"Then on behalf of the Holy Hall Faction, welcome aboard!" Wang Meng extended his hand.

"Senior Sister Yanm, welcome!" Ma Tian’Er also nodded. The Holy Hall Faction was desperately short on members, and Yanm Yuyue, with her extraordinary strength, was a fantastic addition.

In fact, a strange phenomenon had been occurring in the various Small Thousand Realms over the past few years. Lower-ranked Small Thousand Realms and Sects had suddenly begun to produce new disciples that even the most powerful Sects envied. This kind of situation hadn’t been seen for decades, but it had become a frequent occurrence in recent years, leaving the Star Alliance and the major Sects marveling in astonishment.

Take the Four Directions Small Thousand World, for example. It had originally been unremarkable, but in recent years, a continuous stream of outstanding disciples had emerged. The likes of Wang Meng, Ma Tian’Er, and Yanm Yuyue were all unbelievably talented. This same situation was also happening frequently at other academies.

It was as if some kind of barrier had been broken.

Yanm Yuyue’s arrival naturally left Hex Zui both happy and worried. He was happy because Heaven-Dominating Hall and the Holy Hall had a good relationship, and her joining was a huge boost, especially given her personal strength. What worried him was, why the sudden move?

After Yanm Yuyue left, Hex Zui had to get a clear answer.

Fan Hong, however, seemed to have an inkling. "I heard the Dragon King... is quite the lecher. You don’t think...?"

Hex Zui froze, then slapped his forehead. "How could I have forgotten about that? That’s got to be it!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)