I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 382: Chapter 365: The Dragon Transformation Pool Dispute

The concentration of the Spiritual Liquid in Mingren’s Dragon Transformation Pool had already reached a significant level. This was all part of his plan.

After Mingren entered, the Dragon Transformation Pool immediately split in two. The Spiritual Liquid seemed to come alive, but Mingren’s expression remained as calm as ever.

For him, improving his power wasn’t the most urgent matter. What mattered more was understanding his Holy Light Demon Collapse Body. He had initially thought it was just a new form of attack, but now it seemed there were some unexpected surprises in store.

As for success or failure? In this, Mingren was just like Wang Meng. They didn’t have a competitive mindset obsessed with winning or losing; they only pursued success.

As Mingren began his cultivation, the three Celestial Secret Sect Elders finally breathed a sigh of relief. The other four, including Number Eight who possessed a Life Artifact physique, had already entered their cultivation states, and each of their Life Marks had risen by at least one level.

Before long, Mingren saw a small creature peeking its head in as it snuck into the room.

Mingren smiled faintly and beckoned to it. At that moment, Sanmao looked like a Mouse Demon, complete with three comical tufts of hair on its head. Only after entering Mingren’s grotto-abode did it revert to its original form.

"You’re back again, little guy. Go ahead and eat if you want."

When the three Elders saw Sanmao jump into Mingren’s Dragon Transformation Pool, they nearly had a fit.

"This won’t do! I’m going to go throw that little thing out!"

"Third Brother, calm down. We need to handle this carefully."

The three Elders agreed that they couldn’t let this Little Spirit Beast continue to cause trouble. The Holy Light Demon Collapse Body was one of the Ten Great Sacred Bodies, and incredibly rare. Breaking through was already difficult enough; with a troublemaker like this, wouldn’t his chances be even slimmer?

"The Star Alliance already has at least five Sacred Bodies, and we only have two! How can I not be anxious?"

"Fortunately, the Holy Daughter has overcome her bottleneck. She can now counterbalance the Star Alliance’s Demoness!"

"What kind of constitution do you think that Demoness has?"

"It’s hard to say. Who would have thought that the Demon Race could learn our human Magic and surpass their masters? If we could eliminate her, we would do so at any cost."

At this, all three sighed. It was a hopeless wish. Not only was the Star Alliance’s Demoness a supreme expert herself, but she was also protected by hidden Demon Race guards. The Extreme Dao Alliance had attempted countless assassinations, but not a single one had ever succeeded.

Unless they were from the same sect or already knew each other well, the Cultivators training in the Dragon Transformation Hall wouldn’t even greet one another if they met. After all, the Star Alliance still ruled the world. When they one day left this place, no one knew who would be a friend and who would be an enemy.

Wang Meng didn’t seek out Mingren or Ma Tian’Er either. It would attract too much attention. On the path of cultivating the Life Mark and the Holy Statue, one could only rely on oneself.

But a problem still arose. A loud bang from the ’Zi’ area attracted a crowd of Cultivators.

Most importantly, the person using Dragon Transformation Pool number two was now facing off against the person from pool number three.

Number Three was quite tall, his eyes radiating a piercing killing intent. "Your little beast snuck into my Dragon Transformation Pool and stole my Spiritual Liquid! It will pay with its life!"

The masks of the Ghost Axe Divine Skill Sect were unique, even altering the wearer’s voice. Number Three’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

Mingren smiled faintly and pulled Sanmao behind him. "It just went to the wrong door. I apologize on its behalf. Besides, it came right back out after it went in."

"Hmph! You think a simple apology is enough? Nothing in this world is that easy! Who knows if you sent it to spy on my cultivation."

Number Three was actually quite full of himself. He believed he should have been the undisputed most talented one here, yet he was ranked behind this person. Where did this kid even come from? It was a known fact that the Spiritual Liquid in pool number two was much better than in number three. Here, especially among the top twenty Dragon Transformation Pools, every single rank made a difference.

"Heh, it’s a misunderstanding. The Little Cutie just went to the wrong door."

More and more people gathered to watch. Cultivating here came with a suppressive atmosphere and a certain impulse: the desire to remain anonymous while also wanting to know who everyone else was.

Some of them might be prominent figures in the Star Alliance’s world, perhaps even people they knew.

After all, there were only so many excellent Cultivators in the thirtieth and fortieth-plus layers who had a chance at attaining a Life Artifact and a Holy Statue.

"You say it is, so it is? Do you take me for a three-year-old child? Either hand over that little beast, or give me your number two Dragon Transformation Pool!"

Sanmao, still in its mouse form, bristled with fury. ’That shameless bastard! It just went to the wrong door and didn’t even do anything, but he kicked it!’

Mingren patted Sanmao’s head. "That won’t do. I don’t want to give it to you, nor do I want to give up pool number two. Why don’t you go use Dragon Transformation Pool number one instead?"

Laughter instantly erupted from the crowd. The cultivators from pools number five, seven, and nine also came out, quietly watching the standoff between Mingren and Number Three.

"To be able to use one of the top three Dragon Transformation Pools, they must have the potential for one of the Ten Great Sacred Bodies."

"Heh, I’d really like to see for myself what’s so special about these so-called Ten Great Sacred Bodies!"

The cultivators from numbers five, seven, and nine also had the potential for a Holy Statue, so they naturally felt unconvinced. Which of these prodigies would be content to be ranked below others? If they had a chance to witness Number Two and Number Three in action, it would be quite an interesting event.

Number Three’s aura suddenly burst forth. Without even using his Elemental Power, the pressure shot straight toward Mingren. "You’re courting death!"

The pressure washed over Mingren’s body, but he showed no aura of his own. He just smiled faintly. "You are not my opponent."

This was blatant contempt. Number Three was clearly wary of Mingren. The Celestial Secret Sect was never wrong in its judgment. The fact that this kid was ranked ahead of him obviously meant he possessed greater potential for a Holy Statue...

"Stop this at once!"

A Dragon Transformation Hall Elder hurried over. "Have you forgotten the rules of the Dragon Transformation Hall? No private duels are allowed here! What is your purpose for being here? It’s to cultivate! How could you waste such a rare opportunity on something like this?"

The five cultivators present didn’t pay the Dragon Hall Elder much mind. It was obvious that the Extreme Dao Alliance’s Control Power was far inferior to the Star Alliance’s. Moreover, these five all had limitless futures and wouldn’t deign to respect a mere jack-of-all-trades Elder from the Dragon Transformation Hall. The ones they cared about were the supervising Elders from the Celestial Secret Sect.

"Number Three, this Spirit Beast just wandered in by mistake, and you haven’t suffered any losses. Let’s just drop the matter. If this escalates, it won’t be good for anyone."

The Dragon Transformation Hall Elder’s implication was clear: ’Drop it, unless you’re willing to expose your Holy Statue Body constitution.’

Number Three stared daggers at Mingren. "This isn’t over. Mark my words, the moment I reach Minor Perfection, I will make you pay!"

Mingren shrugged nonchalantly. "I wish you a speedy success."

"Everyone else, disperse! Spirit Beasts are not to leave their masters’ sides. Keep them under control. If this happens again, the punishment will be severe!"

The Dragon Transformation Hall Elder announced.

Mingren patted Sanmao. "Go find your master. Don’t run around anymore."

Sanmao nodded, rubbed against Mingren’s pant leg, and vanished in a flash.

Only then did the others realize the Spirit Beast wasn’t even his. Number Three’s eyes glinted with even more killing intent. ’That son of a bitch doesn’t even see me as a worthy opponent.’

"You just wait!" Number Three shot Mingren a vicious glare before returning to his own grotto-abode.