I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 451: Chapter 434: Testing Moves

"Old Mo, why say such a thing? As long as I’m around, if you or Little Cheng ever need me, I will never back down!"

Wang Meng said. He wasn’t thinking that far ahead. Although his Holy Statue had just taken form, his power was still far from sufficient. The higher he climbed, the more he realized his own insignificance.

"With you saying that, I can rest easy!"

Mo Chen truly was relieved. Even if things with Zhang Bai didn’t work out this time, the Taiyin Sect would be fine.

A decade or so would be enough time for Wang Meng to grow. By then, even if Mo Chen failed in his own breakthrough attempt, he could close his eyes in peace.

"What’s wrong with those two?" Wang Meng asked, seeing Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua, who were currently meditating to regulate their breathing.

In high spirits, Mo Chen laughed. "Those two kids benefited from your good fortune. The Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon God Statue is unparalleled in all of history!"

"Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon... hehe, that’s a great name. Thanks, Old Mo."

Wang Meng himself hadn’t known how to describe this world-beating ferocity.

"Wang Meng, the Taiyin Sect will fully support your cultivation. For now, this matter must be kept secret until you have completely mastered your power. Otherwise, it will be very dangerous."

Mo Chen said. The Taiyin Sect should hitch its wagon to Wang Meng’s. To get Wang Meng’s help, they had to invest in him—that was only natural. Besides, Wang Meng definitely needed them. The appearance of this Divine Statue was simply too terrifying. If it had appeared in a Pure Land, it might have been fine, but appearing anywhere else would only lead to two outcomes.

Two outcomes that would happen simultaneously: limitless contention and limitless pursuit.

Wang Meng, too, awoke from the joy of his epiphany and realized this was true. The Holy Light Demon Collapse Holy Statue might at most evoke envy, jealousy, and hatred—emotions within the human scope. But the future represented by his Divine Statue was one of domination. In its early stages, it had to be handled with a low profile.

Fortunately, this epiphany had occurred in the Taiyin Sect’s Forbidden Land. Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua had only seen a small part of it, so it wasn’t a huge issue.

He would only discuss this matter with Yuu Kunlun and Zhang Bai. It had to be kept completely confidential.

It was unknown how many people, upon hearing of Wang Meng’s promotion to Minor Perfection, had felt he was becoming just one of the crowd. One day, those people would understand what it meant to defy the heavens.

The epiphany had consumed a great deal of Wang Meng’s energy, and a wave of fatigue now washed over him. Mo Chen quickly arranged for someone to take Wang Meng to rest, sent Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua away as well, and then hurried off to consult with Yuu Kunlun.

This decision carried a certain degree of risk. If the Taiyin Sect went all-in on supporting Wang Meng and he didn’t reciprocate, or if his exposure attracted even more powerful enemies, the sect could very well be destroyed because of this decision.

But on the other hand, if Wang Meng established a firm foothold, a century of glory for the Taiyin Sect would be no problem at all.

Wang Meng lay sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep and snoring. He was exhausted. This realization had completely drained his essence, energy, and spirit, and he needed to recover properly.

At this moment, the mischievous Cheng Cheng was carefully looking after him. Her large eyes held a tenderness usually only seen in mature young women, yet here it was, appearing in a little child.

She smiled at the silly sight of Wang Meng sleeping, tucked him in with a blanket, and then left.

Two handmaidens were waiting at the door.

"Go prepare some good food, and get the Sect Leader’s Rain-Dropping Dragon Leaf Tea ready."

Cheng Cheng ordered them around like a little adult, and the two handmaidens nodded respectfully.

After leaving, the two handmaidens couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. "Who on earth is that person?"

"I heard he fought a big battle with Brother Zou and Brother Xie and injured them both. Of course, he didn’t get off easy either."

"And the Little Princess is still so nice to him!"

The wide-eyed handmaiden clearly admired her two senior brothers. Zou Chuang was cold and handsome, while Xie Tianhua was gentle and magnanimous—both were types that girls liked.

"You don’t understand. He’s a friend of the Supreme Elder."

"Isn’t he a Holy Cultivation Disciple? How could he know the Supreme Elder? I don’t believe it!"

"It’s true, everyone’s saying it. But the inside stories are all over the place. Let’s get our work done first, and I’ll tell you all about it later."

"Hee hee, I think our Little Princess might have taken a liking to him."

"Shhh, don’t talk nonsense! How old is the Little Princess?"

"She has the legendary Demon Spirit Body! I heard those with a Demon Spirit Body mature early and their minds develop faster."

"No way. I think she acts just like a kid."

"A Witch is ever-changing, a mix of naivety and maturity. She’s definitely going to be a peerless beauty in the future."

"Stop gossiping! If anyone else hears you, there’ll be trouble!"

Women are the biggest gossips, and within the Taiyin Sect, the gossip soul had long been a raging, uncontrollable fire. Of course, whether some of those fanning the flames had ill intentions was another matter entirely...

Master Wang slept for two days and two nights before waking up. When he did, he found Little Cheng asleep, sprawled next to him... The little girl was even drooling. Who knows what delicious food she was dreaming about.

He moved Little Cheng onto his own bed and walked outside.

He was greeted by the morning sun, the Taiyin Wheel hanging high in the sky. A heroic feeling swelled in Wang Meng’s chest, and he couldn’t help but let out a long cry.

"Haha, Younger Brother Wang, how are you feeling?" Mo Chen walked in, laughing.

Wang Meng nodded. "Never better."

"Haha, then I’m relieved. Those two kids, Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua, have also woken up. Tianhua had it a bit rough, though. He threw up all afternoon and had to down a handful of Pills just to stabilize himself. But for him to have such an opportunity is his good fortune. You could say his Martial Uncle Wang gave him a hefty welcome gift."

Footsteps sounded from outside, and Xie Tianhua walked in. He looked to be in excellent condition, so it seemed Mo Chen had been exaggerating.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle. This disciple has benefited immensely. Any future achievements I make will be thanks to your grace."

Xie Tianhua said this with great sincerity.

Wang Meng was a bit embarrassed. "Brother Xie, you’re being too polite. This..."

"Younger Brother Wang, I don’t care about others, but your seniority can’t be messed up. Otherwise, wouldn’t he be calling me, his master, ’brother’?"

Xie Tianhua was startled. "Martial Uncle, please don’t scare me."

Wang Meng gave a wry smile and could only accept it.

"Tianhua, what are you waiting for? Thank your Martial Uncle Wang. With his guidance in the future, your prospects will be truly limitless."

Mo Chen was truly going to great lengths for his disciple, but he only did so because he felt his disciple’s character was excellent.

"Zou Chuang was clamoring for a spar with you, but I stopped him. Wait for your battle on the Other Shore. It’s not a good time for you two to fight right now."

Mo Chen said, "However, you and I can have a little spar."

Wang Meng was taken aback. Although his Divine Statue was incredible, it wasn’t mature yet. In its current state, it would be a miracle if he could sustain it for even a few minutes. Its power was astonishing, but it was also incredibly draining.

Suddenly, Wang Meng understood. Mo Chen wanted to help him. What could be more wonderful than having a Great Perfection expert as a sparring partner?

"Old Mo, in that case, I won’t be polite!"

"Tianhua, did you hear that? For the time being, I’m going to be training with your martial uncle. If the Sect Leader is ready, come get me. Don’t disturb us for any other reason."

"As you command, Master," Xie Tianhua said respectfully. ’Is there anything else like this in the world?’ he thought. ’A Great Perfection master acting as a sparring partner for someone at Minor Perfection? What kind of potential—and what kind of face—does that require?’

However, as it happened, Wang Meng wasn’t the only one enjoying such treatment. There were at least a few others, like Mingren and Lin Jinghao. Some sects placed far more importance on this upcoming battle than the Taiyin Sect did, but that was also because the Taiyin Sect currently lacked the energy to focus on the matter.

"Me too, me too!"

Cheng Cheng rubbed her eyes and mumbled drowsily, though she didn’t actually know what they were doing.

Mo Chen and Wang Meng burst out laughing. This kind of sparring session was obviously significant, but there was no need to hide it from Cheng Cheng.

Xie Tianhua was actually very grateful to Cheng Cheng. Although the Little Princess was a bit willful, she was very considerate when it came to important matters.

Wang Meng followed Mo Chen to the mountain peak where Mo Chen usually cultivated. This was his territory; aside from Xie Tianhua, no outsiders would disturb them.

Cheng Cheng skipped along, very interested to hear that Wang Meng and Mo Chen were going to spar. But after they began, they just stood there motionless, staring at each other. Cheng Cheng found this exasperating and was soon distracted by a butterfly.

Mo Chen was using his aura to pressure Wang Meng. He wanted to see just how much Wang Meng could take.

But then something strange happened. Mo Chen’s aura was definitively superior to Wang Meng’s, yet no matter how much he increased its intensity, he couldn’t exert any substantial pressure on him.

And Wang Meng wasn’t even using his Divine Statue.

Mo Chen’s aura was like a vast ocean, but Wang Meng was the Stabilizing Needle within it. No matter how violently the waves surged, they could do nothing to him.

Mo Chen was genuinely moved. He thrust out a palm, and with it came the ocean’s fury as roiling Elemental Power surged toward Wang Meng.

This was a completely unbalanced fight. A Great Perfection master attacking someone at Minor Perfection—even with controlled strength, the difference in power was like heaven and earth.

But Wang Meng didn’t retreat. The Mozi Sword flashed, and in an instant, three beams of sword light shot out.

Wang Meng’s Sword Technique was becoming more and more fluid and intuitive. These three strikes were his judgment of Mo Chen’s attack.

BOOM...

The Elemental Power exploded as Mo Chen’s attack was perfectly nullified.

Mo Chen was greatly gratified. "Good Sword Technique!"

"Old Mo, try out this Sword Technique I created myself!"

Wang Meng’s figure blurred as he unleashed a full-powered attack on Mo Chen with the Mozi Sword. Where else would he find such a perfect opportunity to test his Sword Technique? Fighting against Godhood could improve his technique, but it was difficult to gauge its true power.

The Mozi Sword shone brightly. The Sword Qi wasn’t flashy or sharp, but every strand was incredibly solid, as if it had been tempered a thousand times.

Mo Chen didn’t pay it too much mind. As long as Wang Meng didn’t use his Divine Statue, the gap between them was still quite obvious.

But as the Sword Qi drew near, Mo Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong. He shifted his body slightly to the side, and a lock of his hair drifted to the ground.

Truly extraordinary!

It looked ordinary, without any frills, yet it seemed to contain a hint of the "Dao"... A return to simplicity???

Mo Chen was shaken!

’For someone of Wang Meng’s age and experience to be able to achieve a return to simplicity!’

This was a realm that was out of reach for most at Minor Perfection. Some Sword Cultivators at Great Perfection might not even truly understand it.

A return to simplicity wasn’t about replacing complex sword techniques with powerful Elemental Power; it was about truly understanding Sword Intent.

This was also a type of Dao, known as the Sword Dao.

SHING... SHING... SHING...

One strike after another, Wang Meng’s Sword Technique became fully immersive. Faced with this flawless, back-to-basics Sword Technique, even a Great Perfection master could only dodge for a time.

Mo Chen completely understood now. Wang Meng’s Sword Technique was genuinely incredible!

Unless it was tempered a thousand times and backed by considerable experience, it would be absolutely impossible to cultivate such a Sword Technique.

’Just how old is Wang Meng?’

’Could this be what they call a legendary genius?’

Mo Chen had thought Wang Meng’s strength came from his good innate talent. With something like a Divine Statue, comprehension was one part, but one’s foundation was the most important. But this Sword Technique had to be built up, one strike at a time. Any laziness or shortcuts would only result in a flashy but empty style.

What an incredibly solid Sword Technique!