I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 40 - 38: Fierce Loli

It was rare for Zhang Xiaojiang to have such a profound moment, but Hu Jing just smiled. "So, Master Zhang, what is your goal?"

Zhang Xiaopang scratched his head and chuckled. "My goal? I’ll follow wherever you guys go."

Hu Jing shook her head with a wry smile. "You should let Wang Meng know about this and see what he thinks."

Maybe Wang Meng really did have a talent for fighting, but it was absolutely impossible for someone at the Fifth Layer to defeat Li Tianyi, who was at the Fifteenth Layer. Actually, that wasn’t her main concern. What she worried about was that if Li Tianyi discovered the real Wang Meng wasn’t that strong, he might be disappointed. And that disappointment could wound Wang Meng’s pride. From the moment she met Wang Meng, Hu Jing knew that he was fiercely competitive and hardworking to the core.

"Makes sense. I’ll go right now." Zhang Xiaojiang immediately summoned Qiuqiu and bounced right on top of it. The duo of spheres set off.

Watching Zhang Xiaojiang’s departing figure, Hu Jing couldn’t help but smile. Zhang Xiaojiang was always this happy, as long as no one forced him to cultivate. ’In a way, that’s its own kind of happiness,’ she thought. ’Too bad I can’t be like that.’

Hengshan Hall’s challenge didn’t scare Hu Jing; it only made her more excited and determined to work harder. She, too, yearned for a bigger stage.

From a distance, Wang Meng, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, saw two round shapes barreling toward him.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng! Big news!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaopang’s excited face, Wang Meng smiled. "What’s the good news?"

Zhang Xiaopang quickly explained the mission issued by Lingyin Hall. A playful smile appeared on Wang Meng’s face.

"Brother Meng, do you think Li Tianyi is flying into a rage out of humiliation and trying to cause trouble for us? The mission was even posted at our Thunderlight Pavilion. Looks like I’ll have to lose some weight." Zhang Xiaopang had gone to Thunderlight Pavilion to confirm before coming over. However, no one at the Pavilion was paying much attention to the mission. Even when Zhang Xiaopang went around announcing he was *the* fat guy, nobody paid him any mind.

The most excited, clearly, were the disciples of Dao Guang Hall. Only Dao Guang Hall, known as the hub for geniuses, could possibly produce such a heaven-defying legend.

"No, this Li Tianyi is actually quite a character."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"If he were a petty man, flying into a rage out of humiliation, why would he announce this to the world? Wouldn’t that be the same as telling everyone he lost?"

Zhang Xiaojiang suddenly clapped. "Right! How did I not think of that? Then what does Li Tianyi mean by this?"

"That’s why I said this Li Tianyi is pretty impressive. Heh, but now’s not the time. We’ll wait."

Wang Meng suddenly realized that this mission from Lingyin Hall was practically a gift. He then smiled and said a few words to Zhang Xiaopang. Zhang Xiaopang was first overjoyed, then he froze.

"Will this work? What if they... Brother Meng, all two hundred pounds of me won’t be enough to stop them."

"So, are you going or not?"

"I’m going! Of course I’m going! Damn, ten Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and ninety Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Only a fool wouldn’t go! I’d charge through a mountain of knives and a sea of fire for that!"

Wang Meng nodded. If the mission was real, it would solve half their problems at once. Why wouldn’t he do it?

While Zhang Xiaopang headed for Lingyin Hall, the Spirit Valley in Wang Meng’s Spirit Field finally ripened. After a few days of harvesting, he had over three hundred and fifty pounds.

When Ma Tian’Er saw Wang Meng arrive, she was overjoyed.

"Junior Sister, the Spirit Valley has ripened. Three hundred and sixty-one pounds in total. Please convert it all into contribution points. You can also deduct what I owe from the total."

Wang Meng smiled and handed over his Holy Order.

Ma Tian’Er covered her mouth in surprise. "That’s amazing! This is a record for our hall! Let me see... I think you get a bonus of twenty contribution points for this."

"Heh, that’s perfect." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Please wait a moment, Senior Brother. I’ll get it done right away."

Ma Tian’Er quickly completed the transaction for Wang Meng. His Holy Order now had fifty-five more contribution points. ’This is a real rip-off, though,’ Wang Meng thought. ’All that time spent farming for so little. I guess since it’s not a skilled job, the pay is pretty low.’

After seeing Wang Meng off, Ma Tian’Er was still quite happy, simply because she felt that Wang Meng was a capable person.

"You’re lovesick. Look how happy you are. I think he’s just a natural-born farmer. He should just farm for the rest of his life!" Liuu Mei shot a harsh glare at Wang Meng’s back, clearly still resentful that he had let Ma Tian’Er participate in the hall battle.

"Senior Sister Liuu, don’t be like that."

"You! You were born to be taken advantage of!" Liuu Mei was truly at a loss with her.

Ma Tian’Er stuck out her tongue and made a face.

After handing over the Spirit Valley, Wang Meng opened his own mission: The Forbidden Four-winged Double-headed Wind Thunder Roaring Python of the Thunder Pool.

A large skull was drawn on the mission Talisman.

Wang Meng smiled, put away the Talisman, and sauntered toward the Thunder Pool. ’A mission like this is bound to have a good reward. Adding the one from Lingyin Hall, even if it’s not enough, it should be close.’

The Thunder Pool was even larger than Wang Meng had imagined. These days, Holy Hall Disciples below the Tenth Layer rarely left the Holy Hall itself. Without special talents or a protective Magical Artifact, even those below the Twentieth Layer would only wander around the vicinity of the Holy Hall. A kid at the mere Fifth Layer of Life Mark daring to venture into the Thunder Pool... only Wang Meng would have such audacity.

With the map on the Talisman, finding the Cold Pool wasn’t a problem for Wang Meng. When he arrived, however, the territory of the Four-winged Double-headed Wind Thunder Roaring Python was quite lively.

Two beasts were locked in a world-shaking battle. One was a Demon Beast, the other a Spirit Beast.

The Demon Beast was the local tyrant, and Wang Meng’s target for this trip: the Four-winged Double-headed Wind Thunder Roaring Python.

Simurghs and Pythons were natural-born enemies. If they didn’t cross paths, it was fine, but once they met, a fight to the death was inevitable.

Zhao Lingxuan had brought her Fire Simurgh to settle a score with that Golden Rhinoceros, but they had run into this monster instead.

This Double-headed Wind Thunder Roaring Python was not only powerful but also exceptionally cunning. Unlike typical Demon Beasts that liked to show off, it guarded its territory and rarely strayed. Here in the Thunder Pool, the Wind Thunder Roaring Python was fighting on its home turf, with both celestial time and terrestrial advantage on its side. If it encountered a powerful Cultivator, it would just dive into the Cold Pool, and no one would have any way to deal with it.

Encountering the Fire Simurgh, it was truly a case of enemies meeting with eyes blazing red. In terms of raw power, the Double-headed Wind Thunder Roaring Python was indeed stronger, so it naturally wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

Zhao Lingxuan’s expression was grim. She never expected to encounter a Four-winged Wind Thunder Roaring Python. Its power was enough to completely suppress Little Spirit.

Wang Meng, meanwhile, was watching the lively battlefield from the side. A massive python demon with four wings and two heads. One head roared as it spewed lightning, while the other could use storm Magic. On the other side was a giant, flaming roast chicken...

The two sides were fighting with great intensity. Generally speaking, birds were the natural predators of snakes, but this Wind Thunder Roaring Python was a special case. Its wind head continuously unleashed storms to suppress the roast chicken, while its thunder head bombarded it relentlessly. Its body stretched out over a hundred feet long and was as thick as two or three water buckets. The roast chicken’s fire breath looked fierce, but it couldn’t do much to the python.

Wang Meng subconsciously licked his lips. ’This snake meat and roast chicken meat should both taste pretty good... Looks like the roast chicken is about to give out. It’s a bit lower in level, and this Wind Thunder Roaring Python is a rare variant among Ming Pythons, with both celestial time and terrestrial advantage.’

A sharp cry echoed from the sky as a streak of sword light descended, slashing toward the Wind Thunder Python’s abdomen. The Wind Thunder Python let out a shriek that could raise goosebumps, its four wings beating furiously as it dodged the dangerous sword strike. But the roast chicken, which had been attacking fruitlessly, landed a direct hit with a gout of fire.

"Little Spirit, aim for the space between its heads!"

Zhao Lingxuan shouted. The python demon’s body was enormous, yet its movements were incredibly agile. It had actually managed to dodge the sword strike she had been preparing for so long.