I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 334 - 318: Great War of Cultivators

"Don’t kill me! Don’t... kill me! I can tell you the way back to the Cultivation Academy."

Wu Shu felt his life slipping away, and an intense fear flooded his heart. He had gone through countless hardships to reach a level of over forty, and as long as he entered Minor Perfection, his future would be limitless. He didn’t want to die.

Wang Meng waved his hand dismissively. "I don’t need you to tell me!"

The Broken Heaven Edge swept past lightly, and Wu Shu’s head lolled to the side. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief. ’There are actually people like this?’ He was, after all, a Cultivator over level forty with plenty of items in his Qiankun Bag. But this kind of Qiankun Bag could only be opened by its owner, or by someone whose Elemental Power was vastly stronger than the person who had placed the Heart Spirit Brand on it.

’Isn’t the struggle between Cultivators all about seizing resources?’

"Master, you’re glowing!"

Little Flame jumped down, clapping its chubby little hands.

Wang Meng took Wu Shu’s Qiankun Bag. A Heart Spirit Brand of this level was nothing before his Divine Sense.

"Here, your rations. If I’d known your appetite would be this big when you grew up, I would’ve grabbed more back then."

As he spoke, Wang Meng tossed the Thousand Tempered Fire Spirit Stone to Little Flame. Little Flame seemed a bit embarrassed, touching the flame on its head. It didn’t know what was happening either; ever since leaving the Fire God Little Thousand World, it had started to feel hungry. Little Flame had already finished off all the Spirit Stones in Wang Meng’s Qiankun Bag.

They had been constantly on the run recently, and Little Flame had even gotten skinny from hunger. It devoured the Thousand Tempered Fire Spirit Stone in a single gulp, and the flame on its head flared a few times. "Master, that was so delicious."

’Sheesh, does it taste like home or something?’

"Eat it slowly. This Qiankun Bag is for you." Wang Meng tied the belt around Little Flame’s waist and attached the Qiankun Bag to it.

Little Flame stroked the Qiankun Bag lovingly. "Master, can I wear clothes?"

Wang Meng was taken aback. ’This little guy sure has a lot of requests.’ "That’s a bit difficult. I’ll get you a set when we get back to the Cultivation Academy."

"Master, you’re glowing."

Little Flame gazed at Wang Meng with adoration. It had to be said that Master Wang was also the type who enjoyed gathering followers.

"Of course. I am wise and mighty."

The wise and mighty Master Wang began to draw a map while Little Flame crouched on the ground, gazing up at him with adoration.

"According to my intuition, this way should be north. The reason is..." Wang Meng thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that the methods of judgment from the mortal world or the Small Thousand Realms might not work here. "The reason is my intuition."

Little stars twinkled in Little Flame’s eyes. ’My master is omnipotent!’

"Let’s go." Wang Meng knew Little Flame didn’t like staying in the Qiankun Bag, so as long as no one was around, he let it stay out.

"Master, why are we going in the opposite direction?" Little Flame asked, a little confused, as it sat on Wang Meng’s shoulder.

"Hehe, that’s because my intuition is usually wrong. So, going in the opposite direction is the right way to go," Wang Meng said very smugly. "I’m such a genius, haha."

Little Flame stared blankly.

With Wu Shu no longer in pursuit, Wang Meng and Little Flame finally walked out of the mountainous region. Gradually, the number of Cultivators on the road began to increase. After changing into the robes of a Demon Cultivator, Wang Meng was no longer as conspicuous, and he put Little Flame away.

In the territory of Demon Cultivators, Wang Meng was exceptionally cautious. He attracted the attention of quite a few people along the way, but seeing his Ghost Heart Sect robes, no one tried to provoke him.

Soon, a bustling city appeared before Wang Meng’s eyes. A world of Demon Cultivators. In all his life, Wang Meng had never seen so many of them.

Demon Blade City. As soon as he reached the city gate, he was stopped by two Demon Cultivator guards.

"Show your token."

Wang Meng took out Wu Shu’s token. The Demon Cultivator nodded. "The Demon Essence Assembly starts tomorrow. You should hurry and prepare."

’What Demon Essence Assembly?’ Wang Meng had no idea. He wanted to get to the Saint Cultivator territory, but this place...

But looking at the two menacing Demon Cultivators, Wang Meng knew he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. He had no choice but to enter the city.

Demon Blade City was very lively, not much different from a city of other Cultivators. It was just a bit unsettling that Demon Cultivators were everywhere. Moreover, the strength of the Demon Cultivators here was likely not to be underestimated. ’If I were to shout "I’m a Saint Cultivator!" right now, I wonder how... spectacular the result would be?’

Wang Meng found an inn to settle down in. He couldn’t just wait around. He went downstairs, found a corner table, ordered some food, and became a silent listener.

"The Demon Essence Assembly is tomorrow. I wonder how many Great Perfection Sect Leaders will show up?"

"At least five or six, I’d say. With such a huge mobilization, they’ll have to take down a few Saint Cultivator cities, right?"

"It’s been all small skirmishes recently. Finally, time for some real action."

...

Wang Meng listened as he ate. He was quite hungry and wolfed down his food. Luckily, this was Demon Cultivator territory, so no one paid him any mind. If he had acted refined and gentle, he would have attracted attention instead.

Wang Meng could sense that in this inn alone, there were several people at the Minor Perfection level. He had truly walked right into a Demon Cave.

Wu Shu’s identity was a great help; otherwise, he would never have been able to navigate the Demon Cultivator’s territory.

After listening for a while, Wang Meng generally understood the situation. The Sects from the various Small Thousand Realms had all established their own forces within the Slaughter Space, forming two major powers. One was dominated by Saint Cultivators, the other by Demon Cultivators. As for the Evil Cultivators, some had sided with the Saint Cultivators, and others with the Demon Cultivators. In terms of overall strength, the Saint and Demon Cultivators held the absolute upper hand and would never allow a purely Evil Cultivator faction to emerge.

The place Wang Meng had been transported to was a frontier city for the Demon Cultivators. Dozens of Demon Cultivation Sects were entrenched near Demon Blade City, and the Demon Heart Sect was one of them. Most were Sects ranked around the 200s in the Star Alliance. The Demon Heart Sect was ranked 201st, and Wu Shu had just been an ordinary Elder of the Sect.

Demon Blade City was planning a full-scale attack on the Saint Cultivator stronghold, Snow Moon City, which was why they were gathering experts from the various Sects.

It was impossible for either the Demon or Saint Cultivators to destroy their opponents in one fell swoop. The main purpose of the battles was still plunder.

To Wang Meng’s pleasant surprise, the Holy Hall’s headquarters was located right in the opposing Snow Moon City. This time, his intuition had actually worked.

Now that he knew the location of the Holy Hall, Wang Meng was no longer in a hurry.

The infiltration efforts of both Demon and Saint Cultivators into each other’s territories were surprisingly poor. It was extremely difficult to plant spies in the opposing territory. Not only were identities checked, but the entire Demon Blade City was enveloped in a massive array formation. Everyone who entered was scanned once. Wang Meng had also been scanned when he entered the city, but the array formation had been easily fooled by his Divine Sense.

Returning to his room, Wang Meng let Little Flame out.

"Master, it’s so lively outside. Can I go out and play?" Little Flame asked, perched on the windowsill and gazing curiously at everything outside.

"You’d better not. If you go out like that, you’ll be eaten alive."

Little Flame shrank back in fear. Wang Meng laughed. "Just kidding, it’s not that exaggerated. But it’s very dangerous here, so don’t show yourself. I’ve already found where the Holy Hall is. It won’t be long before we can go back."

Wang Meng sat down cross-legged, and Little Flame adorably copied him, sitting down by his side. He performed his daily cultivation of the Five Elements Technique and the Nourishing Essence Technique. For each newly opened Life Mark, Wang Meng had to completely fill it using the Nourishing Essence Technique. He had experienced the benefits of the Nourishing Essence Technique many times. Although cultivating one Life Mark after another was indeed a bit mind-numbing, his Elemental Power recovery was much stronger at critical moments. Details determined success.

After completing several Circulations, Wang Meng opened his eyes and sorted through Wu Shu’s Qiankun Bag. He discovered that the guy was a poor bastard. Besides a decent bow, there were just some Spirit Stones, Thunder Bombs, and some unknown medicinal pills. But he figured anything from a Demon Cultivator couldn’t be for any good purpose.

Little Flame looked at Wang Meng pitifully. Wang Meng sighed in resignation. ’What kind of creature am I raising?’ He tossed the Spirit Stones in his hand to Little Flame, who immediately beamed and put them into its own Qiankun Bag. This little guy really had a talent for being a miser.

Early the next morning, Demon Cultivators began to flock to the central square of Demon Blade City. Wang Meng mingled with the crowd. One could only imagine how spectacular the scale of the coming battle would be. Sword Qi would surely fill the sky, and even the strongest people could be killed in an instant.

Wang Meng had originally planned to cause some destruction and earn some merit, but seeing this spectacle, he immediately gave up the idea. With a lineup like this, if he made a single move, he would be dealt with instantly.

The Demon Cultivator hierarchy was extremely strict. Those below Minor Perfection were one group, those between Minor Perfection and Great Perfection were another, and only those at Great Perfection were considered in a class of their own. These were basically the top figures of their respective Sects.

A thunderous roar echoed in the sky as one Great Perfection Demon Cultivation Sect Master after another made a dazzling appearance. The arrival of each one was met with cheers from the crowd of Demon Cultivators.

Wang Meng also waved his arms in the crowd, inwardly wishing he could just smack each one of them into the horizon.

Each arriving Demon Cultivation Sect Master announced their name and title, but Wang Meng listened in a daze. This was no place for someone like him at his current level. He finally recognized one: Sect Leader Jinn Qiushui of the Demon Heart Sect from the Four Directions Small Thousand World. Seen from afar, Sect Leader Jinn truly deserved the description "peerless elegance."

The surrounding Demon Cultivators seemed to go into a frenzy, screaming wildly about wiping out the Saint Cultivators.

In comparison, the relationship between the Demon and Saint Cultivators in the Four Directions Small Thousand World was practically lovey-dovey.

Wang Meng also pumped his fist and cheered, shouting more enthusiastically than anyone else, but inwardly he was astounded. A total of thirteen Great Perfection Sect Leaders had come.

’Damn, this is a place where great masters are everywhere and Ancestral Masters are as common as dogs. People like us are just grunts.’

In Demon Blade City, the Demonic Qi surged to the heavens.

The thirteen Sect Leaders took their seats in order. The one in the lead was a middle-aged Sword Cultivator, who gave a rousing pre-battle speech. It was clear his prestige was very high, getting the crowd of Demon Cultivators so pumped up they were ready to charge forward.

Meanwhile, in Snow Moon City, numerous Holy Cultivation Disciples were also gathered. Although they didn’t know the specific plan of Demon Blade City, it was obvious the Demon Cultivators were about to launch a large-scale attack.

The Holy Cultivation Disciples of Snow Moon City were also mustering to face the enemy. The vicinity of every city was rich in cultivation resources that could not be lost, making the struggle for them the most intense. Small skirmishes were constant, and a major battle would break out every so often.

An emergency meeting was also being held in Snow Moon City. The Holy Hall was part of it. As a member of the Star Alliance and a Great Perfection master, Xuee Zhongnan was one of Snow Moon City’s leaders.

"The Demon Cultivators are coming on strong. I propose we remain steadfast, focus on defense, and counterattack according to the situation."

Xuee Zhongnan said.