I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 328 - 312: Trap

Senior Sister Ye smiled. "This sort of thing can’t be rushed. Compound Pills are quite tricky to make, and there’s one ingredient I’ll have to find myself. How about this: give me three days. We can meet back here at this same time in three days."

"Alright!"

Wang Meng nodded. As he chatted with Senior Sister Ye, he could sense her extraordinary skill as a Pill Cultivator. This was true ability, far beyond what he had encountered before.

It seemed this gentle Senior Sister Ye was a good person, too. Tian’Er’s Fire Poison could finally be cured.

Wang Meng was a good judge of character, and he was confident that no matter what kind of person Senior Sister Ye truly was, she was definitely not a phony.

Wang Meng was in high spirits as he left the Alchemy Institute. All he needed to do now was gather everyone at the next Holy Hall meeting, and he could establish his own faction.

On his way back, a fiery light shot toward Wang Meng. He dodged it with ease. It was an arrow from a Bow Cultivator, carrying a Communication Talisman.

"Wang Meng, if you want Fan Hong to live, come to Starlight City’s Cangmang Mountain. Alone. If you let anyone else know, you can wait to collect Fan Hong’s corpse."

The Communication Talisman flared up and burned to ash, vanishing into the air.

Wang Meng’s expression froze instantly. He immediately set off, racing toward Cangmang Mountain.

"Senior, do you think that kid Wang Meng will actually show up?"

Tian Feng said nonchalantly, "He’ll definitely come. According to our intel, that kid Wang Meng places the highest value on brotherhood. Of everyone he’s met since coming to the Great Yuan Realm, he’s closest to Fan Hong. That guy really is pathetic, though."

Tian Feng patted Fan Hong’s face with a vicious grin. "Don’t worry. After we deal with Wang Meng, we’ll send you on your way!"

"You’re all insane! This violates the Cultivation Academy’s rules. Aren’t you afraid of punishment from the Star Alliance?!"

Fan Hong cried out.

A cold sneer played on Tian Feng’s lips. "This isn’t the Cultivation Academy. Besides, who do you think you are? You think the Star Alliance has time to waste on a small fry like you?"

"Haha, Senior! Birds of a feather flock together. Anyone who hangs around the Holy Hall has to be one of those stupidly naive types!"

All the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had arrived. With the Demon Refining Faction’s protection, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had no intention of laying low. On the contrary, they were determined to get their revenge with a vengeance. Tian Feng wanted to earn some merit. With so many of them against one Wang Meng, they were bound to kill him. Taking out Wang Meng would be a major accomplishment.

The Holy Hall’s ranking had jumped three spots because of this kid. Qian Fei and Qi Feiyu had also died by his hand. If he could kill Wang Meng, it would absolutely be a great achievement.

Of course, he knew that while Wang Meng’s Elemental Power was only average, he likely possessed a very powerful Magical Artifact. However, Tian Feng had made foolproof preparations. It didn’t matter if Wang Meng didn’t show up, but if he did, Tian Feng would guarantee it was a one-way trip.

Fan Hong grew desperate. He suddenly threw his head back and yelled, "Help! Help! Murder~~~~~~~!"

Tian Feng froze for a second, his expression darkening. "Gag him! And beat him senseless!"

’Unbelievable.’ For a Cultivator, he had done something so shameless.

’Was yelling for help an ultimate move you could just use whenever you wanted?’

This whole affair had to be kept in the dark, after all, and Tian Feng didn’t want any unnecessary complications. Besides, he’d heard a rumor that this kid was the illegitimate son of the Dharma Flower Sect Leader. True or not, it was best if this didn’t get out.

They had already laid the Heaven and Earth Net; all they had to do was wait for Wang Meng.

"Senior, is the information reliable? Does Wang Meng really have a weakness?"

"Heh heh, this is our trump card. This time, Wang Meng won’t be able to escape even if he sprouts wings!"

Tian Feng grinned viciously. He hadn’t known it before, but now that he was the strongest Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciple at the Cultivation Academy, the information had been passed to him: they had a high-level mole inside the Holy Hall!

The Holy Hall’s recent string of defeats were all thanks to this person. With their help, it would be a miracle if Wang Meng survived.

’Of course, it was enough that he was the only one who knew this secret.’

The Star Ring was incredibly convenient, allowing Wang Meng to sprint nearly the entire way to Cangmang Mountain. The mountain was vast and shrouded in mist. Just as Wang Meng was about to enter, a disciple from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect appeared. After glancing behind Wang Meng to confirm he was alone, the disciple gave a sinister smile. "Wang Meng, you’ve got guts. If you want to save Fan Hong, follow me."

With that, he walked into the mist, and Wang Meng followed close behind. He lost track of how long they walked before the mist began to thin. In the distance, he could see Fan Hong struggling.

The moment he saw Wang Meng, Fan Hong yelled, "Mengzi, save me! There’s a—!"

He was gagged again mid-shout.

The instant Wang Meng drew his Broken Heaven Edge, waves of Sword Qi and all sorts of Array Techniques came crashing down on him. A lone Cultivator wasn’t terrifying; what was truly terrifying was this kind of coordinated attack. When Talisman Cultivators, Body Cultivators, Sword Cultivators, and Bow Cultivators worked together, their power increased exponentially.

This wasn’t a duel; these guys were genuinely trying to kill him. And, of course, a struggling Fan Hong was not far off.

Wang Meng blocked the attacks with a sweep of his own Sword Qi and instantly shot into the air, fully unleashing his Twenty-Fifth Layer of Elemental Power.

In a flash, he appeared before a Sword Cultivator. As he slashed out with his Sword Qi, his Netherworld Ghost Hand shot out and grabbed the man, using him as a human shield to block the incoming Sword Qi and the talismanic array.

Just then, another cold glint of light shot toward him in a sneak attack—a sniper shot from a Bow Cultivator!

The damn Bow Cultivator was hidden in the mist, and for the moment, Wang Meng had no way to deal with him. He moved like a phantom, his attacks swift and unpredictable. His Broken Heaven Edge began to glow red as killing intent radiated from him.

Tian Feng didn’t make a move; he just watched. ’Better to be safe than sorry,’ he thought. Eleven Demon Cultivation Disciples: two Bow Cultivators to snipe, four Body Cultivators, three Sword Cultivators, and two Talisman Cultivators. Surely that was more than enough to kill Wang Meng.

But as soon as the battle began, Tian Feng realized things weren’t going according to plan. Wang Meng fought like a phantom—swift and vicious. In just a few moments, two disciples were already dead. He didn’t fight like someone who was only in the twenty-something layers.

He’d been duped. Wang Meng’s supposed Elemental Power level was a Hidden Weapon in itself—a lie so deadly it could kill you.

The Demon Cultivation Disciples continued to charge forward in waves, but Wang Meng cut them down as he pressed toward Fan Hong.

The two Bow Cultivators finally revealed their positions. Wang Meng’s Broken Heaven Edge instantly shot out two beams of sword light.

The hidden Bow Cultivator from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect sneered. From this distance, a Sword Cultivator’s attack could never reach him.

But in the next moment, his eyes bulged. The two streams of Curved Sword Qi collided mid-air, merging into a single, more powerful arc of Sword Qi that sliced across his neck.

The Bow Cultivator on the other side met the same unlucky fate. After taking out both of them, Wang Meng breathed a sigh of relief. Having those two hiding and taking potshots was a huge pain.

Tian Feng knew something was terribly wrong. With a blur of motion, he vanished.

Now far from the battlefield, Tian Feng was ecstatic. ’They’re all going to die! Every last one of them!’

Beneath Fan Hong lay a Heaven-Shaking Earth-Fire Thunder bomb, powerful enough to blast even a Fortieth-Layer Cultivator to ash.

’Go on, explode! Blow all these damn Saint Cultivators to hell!’

Tian Feng’s expression was savage. ’It doesn’t matter if the others die. As long as I survive, all of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect’s resources will be mine. The Demon Refining fee is painful, but I’ll still have plenty left over. And with the protection of the Demon Refining Faction, life is so much better than it was in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.’

Boom...?

’Why hasn’t it gone off yet?’

Tian Feng did a quick mental calculation. ’The timing is off. It should have exploded by now, right?’

"It’s not going to."

A voice suddenly echoed from within the mist.

Tian Feng froze. "You’re...?"

His shock immediately turned to joy. "It’s you! Quick, Wang Meng’s in the trap! Just set off the Heaven-Shaking Earth-Fire Thunder and he’ll be blown to ash!"