I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 372 - 555: A Tooth for a Tooth

Zhou Feng was cultivating in the Alchemy Institute when he felt a powerful force pull him to his feet.

...It was Fan Hong...

"Old Zhou, something terrible has happened! We have to go back, now!"

Without giving him a chance to object, Fan Hong grabbed Zhou Feng and dragged him into a mad dash. Once he heard there was trouble, Zhou Feng became anxious too.

When they returned to the Little Holy Hall and saw Ning Zhiquan’s body, Zhou Feng froze on the spot. Hex Zui was also on the brink of death.

With no time to be angry, Zhou Feng quickly fed Hex Zui a Pill. He pressed his palms together, and a white light enveloped Hex Zui’s wounds. Zhou Feng’s expression was grave. ’What a heavy blow. The bastard who did this was too fucking ruthless!’

After bandaging Hex Zui, Zhou Feng was covered in sweat. He turned to look at Ning Zhiquan, his teeth grinding audibly. "Who did this!"

"People from the Dragon King Faction. They gave us three days to disband the Holy Hall Faction, or they’ll kill us all."

Fan Hong was burning with rage. They’d known each other for so long and had formed a deep bond. Ning Zhiquan was such a good person. "Fuck it! Let’s fight them!"

Zhou Feng grabbed Fan Hong. "Wait for Wang Meng and the others to get back. We will get our revenge!"

Zhou Feng was also trembling with anger, but if the two of them went now, it would be a suicide mission. They had to wait for Wang Meng to return.

The Holy Hall Faction had had it too easy for too long. This time, they had finally provoked an opponent they shouldn’t have.

Before the three days were up, Wang Meng and his group of five returned in high spirits. They had achieved a complete victory in their battle. Perhaps it was the effect of the Five Elements Array, but the five of them had worked together with incredible synergy. And the feeling of experts fighting alongside one another was indescribably exhilarating.

But as soon as they entered the Little Holy Hall, Wang Meng and the others sensed that something was wrong.

’Why is the entrance so wrecked?’ Seeing the expressions on Fan Hong and the others, Wang Meng’s heart sank.

"Brother Hex, what happened?"

Hex Zui was still weak, but thanks to Zhou Feng’s timely arrival, his life had been saved.

"The Dragon King Faction came. They gave us three days to disband the Holy Hall Faction, or they’ll kill us all."

After a day, Fan Hong had also calmed down, soberly realizing the disparity in power. If they challenged the Dragon King Faction, they wouldn’t even know what hit them.

When he heard the news of Ning Zhiquan’s death, Wang Meng was momentarily dazed. An indescribable emotion, something beyond mere anger, surged up from the depths of his heart.

He remembered when he first arrived at the Holy Hall, the first name he heard was Senior Brother Ning’s. Back then, Wang Meng had made Ning Zhiquan his goal. And now, Brother Ning was dead, so senselessly!

Yanm Yuyue sighed internally. ’So, I brought trouble to them after all.’ She hadn’t expected the Dragon King Faction to actually dare to kill someone.

"I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’ll go settle things with the Dragon King Faction."

Yanm Yuyue said, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside her. ’Maybe if I die, all of this will end.’

Wang Meng held up a hand, stopping Yanm Yuyue from speaking further. "This isn’t just about you anymore!"

Wang Meng’s voice was calm, almost cold. "Brother Hex, how could they dare to kill someone?"

Hex Zui gave a bitter smile. "He came and started destroying things everywhere, provoking us to make the first move..."

"So that means... we can kill them."

"Wang Meng, don’t be rash. Before he died, Junior Brother Ning said not to avenge him. We will get our revenge, but right now we’re no match for the Dragon King Faction. We have to endure this for now."

Hex Zui was furious too, but he knew better than anyone the consequences of a direct confrontation with the Dragon King Faction. The Holy Hall couldn’t afford such a loss.

Fan Hong struggled for a moment. "Mengzi, I know you’re angry, but... let’s just endure it this time. In the future, when we’re strong enough, we’ll get our revenge on the Dragon King Faction!"

Jiangg Qingqing, Lv Buwei, and Li Lishang were in a difficult position. They had never expected things to get this complicated when they joined the Holy Hall Faction. To be honest, they liked the atmosphere of the Faction, but was it worth becoming enemies with the Dragon King Faction? This seemed like walking to their own doom.

Wang Meng’s expression remained calm. The Holy Hall Disciples would naturally live and die together, but he couldn’t force others to do the same, especially since people like Li Lishang and Lv Buwei had only just joined a few days ago.

"Everyone, the Holy Hall Faction and the Dragon King Faction are now irreconcilable enemies. Anyone who wants to leave, please do so now," Wang Meng said, looking at the three of them.

Jiangg Qingqing, Lv Buwei, and Li Lishang looked at each other, their hearts torn. It would be a lie to say they weren’t conflicted. They had their own Sects and interests to consider. ’Fight? Or retreat? To fight is to die. To retreat is to open up a world of possibilities.’

The other members of the Holy Hall also watched the three of them. Jiangg Qingqing looked at Wang Meng, her heart in turmoil. But the Red Beauty Sect could not afford to offend the Dragon King Faction. She couldn’t bring disaster upon her Sect.

"I’m sorry." Jiangg Qingqing walked out with her head lowered.

Fan Hong looked like he wanted to say something, but held his tongue and let out a deep sigh. He never expected that the first person to leave would be Jiangg Qingqing.

Lv Buwei and Li Lishang glanced at each other and suddenly broke into smiles. Lv Buwei curled his lip. "To be honest, I really wanted to leave. But damn it, my name is Lv Buwei. Since I’ve joined the Holy Hall Faction, if I let myself get scared off this easily, I’d have no face left. So I’m staying!"

Li Lishang gave a cold smile. "You’re a damn lunatic. I’m staying too."

Hex Zui and the others hadn’t expected this either. Jiangg Qingqing, who they thought would stay, had left, while Li Lishang and Lv Buwei remained. Perhaps they only wanted to stand with Yanm Yuyue, but regardless, they stayed.

Wang Meng nodded. "You two don’t need to get involved in this. Brother Hex, you just focus on recovering."

With that, Wang Meng returned to his room. The others were stunned, not knowing what to say.

Lv Buwei waved his hand helplessly. ’Talk about all thunder and no rain.’

"Everyone, get some rest for now. We’ll talk tomorrow when we’re all calmer," Hex Zui sighed.

He couldn’t blame Yanm Yuyue. These were the rules of the Cultivation Academy. It was a truth Hex Zui had understood long ago, and one that became even clearer when Mu Ziqing died. But Wang Meng’s arrival, and the growing prosperity of the Holy Hall Faction, had for a time made him forget. Life, however, always had a way of reminding him.

Mingren patted Li Tianyi on the shoulder and glanced at Wang Meng’s retreating figure. "There’ll be a way. Don’t act rashly. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together."

Li Tianyi clenched his jaw and returned to his room, fuming.

Fan Hong couldn’t help but sigh as well. He was angry, of course, but more than that, he felt a sense of grief. For Fan Hong, this was a harsh blow. He had poured his heart and soul into the Holy Hall Faction, and now it was all about to fall apart.

It was a sleepless night.

Back in his room, Wang Meng appeared perfectly calm. Sanmao watched as Wang Meng organized his Qiankun Bag.

Life was full of choices. Wang Meng knew this well. Unfortunately, he knew how to do everything except back down.

To be honest, among everyone in the Holy Hall, he was the least close to Ning Zhiquan. They had only really gotten acquainted recently. Perhaps he hadn’t felt much of a connection when he was alive, but hearing the sudden news of Ning Zhiquan’s death was something Wang Meng simply couldn’t accept.

"Master..."

Wang Meng stroked the fur on Sanmao’s head. "Sanmao, go get Arhat. Don’t let anyone else know."

Sanmao nodded with its big eyes. Wang Meng said no more and sat down cross-legged, beginning to circulate his Five Elements Technique.

If his Five Elements Technique reached the Fourth Layer, he would have nothing to fear even from a top-tier expert like the Dragon King. But life was full of disappointments. He didn’t know if Moo Shan would choose to fight or retreat in this situation, but he was Wang Meng. He would fight!

Late in the night, a figure quietly slipped out of the Little Holy Hall. The Dragon King Faction was easy to find; it was one of the three major factions, making it one of the most well-known places at the Starlight Cultivation Academy.

In the past, they had minded their own business, but now, it was time for a fight to the death. Wang Meng’s heart was cold to the point of calm.

As the image of Ning Zhiquan’s smile magnified in his mind, Wang Meng blasted open the gates of the Dragon King Faction with a single strike of his sword.