I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 337 - 321: A Wildfire

Four black shadows flickered behind Zhang Mang. These were his four Puppet Kings. Each puppet possessed the power of a Cultivator at the ninetieth layer of Elemental Power. This was also the reason Zhang Mang was able to become the City Lord of Demon Blade City; when his four Puppet Kings attacked in concert, their strength was equivalent to a Great Perfection master.

Normally, Zhang Mang would never bear to use them, but in this situation, he had to go all out.

The nature of Demon Cultivators was to profit at others’ expense. They were certainly wild when they went into a frenzy, but their morale would plummet if they saw their leaders holding back. However, seeing that Zhang Mang—a man who usually only ordered others around—had deployed his four Puppet Kings, the Demon Cultivators’ morale soared. It was do or die.

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish! Today, I will hold a victory feast in Snow Moon City! Kill!"

Zhang Mang, hovering in mid-air, waved Demon Blade City’s Skull Banner and let out an earth-shattering roar. A black light blotted out the sun and sky as it pressed down on Snow Moon City.

The battle raged, plunging the world into darkness. Meanwhile, Wang Meng was speeding north with Little Flame. Demon Blade City was never too far from Snow Moon City, and this was a rare opportunity. With a battle of ten thousand people, the killing intent soared into the heavens. Once they got within range, finding it would be as easy as spotting a searchlight. If "King Clueless" and "Clueless Flame" missed this chance, they’d have no idea when in a blue moon they’d ever find Snow Moon City.

After flying at top speed for an ancient hour, Wang Meng had to stop for a rest. He had barely sat on a tree branch for a few seconds when Little Flame clutched its stomach and looked at Wang Meng pitifully. "Master, my tummy... is hungry."

Wang Meng nearly fell from the treetop. He stared, dumbfounded, at Little Flame’s once again normal-sized belly. The most crucial point was, if Little Flame was a devouring-type Rebirth Spirit Beast... its power should at least increase a little, right? It had eaten so much, but now it all seemed to have dissipated, and it was hungry again...

Wang Meng took out the miraculous blue Crystal Stone again. "Eat up."

’Seriously, how did I end up with such a spendthrift?’

Little Flame immediately began to chow down on the blue Crystal Stone with glee. This Crystal Stone could power an entire city. Little Flame ate for a while and was full, but the Crystal Stone itself didn’t seem to have changed much.

Once full, Little Flame’s energy returned a hundredfold, and it started darting all over the place like a curious newborn. Its main goals in life were eating, sleeping, and being curious.

"Master, what’s this?"

After a short while, Little Flame zipped back, holding a leaf with a post-rain droplet on it.

"That’s a water droplet."

Little Flame cautiously touched it, then leaped back as if electrocuted. It dove straight into Wang Meng’s arms and poked its head out, leaving Wang Meng not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"It’s... it’s so weird!"

Only then did Wang Meng remember that there was no water in the Fire God Little Thousand World. Water was the perfect counter to fire, so the little guy had been frightened.

Wang Meng really was like a patient dad, explaining the existence of water to Little Flame.

This was the natural form of the Water of the Five Elements, so it wouldn’t cause any harm to Little Flame. It was just that the little one wasn’t very brave normally. When it was hungry, however, it cared about nothing else.

After a short rest, Wang Meng set off again with Little Flame. With this little guy for company, Wang Meng’s days were much more bearable.

After flying for another ancient hour, Wang Meng began to feel the soaring killing intent in the distance. It was impossible to ignore. The fierce battle between tens of thousands of Cultivators was truly a spectacular, earth-shattering sight.

At this moment, the battle for Snow Moon City had entered a white-hot stage. Even the Great Perfection masters were wounded, and all sorts of Magical Artifacts flew through the air. It had to be said that this Zhang Mang was indeed fierce. The appearance of his four Puppet Kings had nearly neutralized Fan Ru’s presence.

Fan Ru was also starting to think this wasn’t looking good. He had thought that with his help, they could definitely hold the line. At worst, Snow Moon City would suffer some losses, but he himself would be fine. Now, however, he had to fight for his life. Even so, the Demon Cultivators’ offensive was still as unstoppable as a tide.

The Holy Cultivation Disciples of Snow Moon City were indeed united as one, but the problem was that the Demon Cultivators of Demon Blade City were also fighting with their lives on the line. Their Demon Attribute had been fully ignited.

Demon Sounds pierced the heavens, and Fan Ru was getting a real headache. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before they collapsed. Xuee Zhongnan was forcibly protecting Snow Moon City by consuming his own Vitality, which was being continuously depleted. At this rate, not even the gods could save him.

Xuee Zhongnan held on. Among the attacking group of Demon Cultivators, there was a woman, still as graceful and elegant as ever, her expression cold. In the Four Directions Small Thousand World, the relationship between Saint, Demon, and Evil Cultivators hadn’t actually been that hostile. But ever since the Star Alliance appeared, everything had changed. Everyone had to choose a faction; even Sect Leaders had no choice in the matter.

He was the Sect Leader of the Holy Hall; he wasn’t just an individual. He shouldered the responsibilities of the Holy Hall. She was the Sect Leader of the Demon Heart Sect, and she shouldered the responsibilities of the Demon Heart Sect. At their level, neither could bear the consequences of violating the laws of the Star Alliance.

’This battle is likely an inescapable calamity. I can look at her properly now. This is the last time.’

Cries of battle filled the air. Snow Moon City’s barrier was on the verge of collapse under the assault of countless Magical Artifacts, a situation that only made the Demon Cultivators more excited.

Slaughter, women, and treasures—these were the sources of a Demon Cultivator’s power, or at least, the source for most of them.

Zhang Mang’s fighting spirit was high. He led the main assault with his puppets, ready to stake it all on this one battle. This was the fight that would be his stepping stone, so naturally, he wouldn’t hold back.

But just then, his Star Ring flashed—and it was the light for the most urgent messages.

Even in the middle of a battle, Zhang Mang couldn’t help but pause. When he saw the message transmitted through his Star Ring, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Demon Blade City was under attack, the Energy Crystal Stone was gone, and the Energy Tower was destroyed???

Without its Energy Tower, Demon Blade City was completely vulnerable. If a Saint Cultivation City were to suddenly launch an attack...

’Impossible. Even a Great Perfection master couldn’t break through the Energy Tower’s Array Technique...’

Gazing at the crumbling Snow Moon City, Zhang Mang was torn. If he held on for just one more ancient hour, Snow Moon City would surely fall!

But if Demon Blade City was lost within that hour, then everything would be over. Ten Snow Moon Cities couldn’t compare to Demon Blade City. That was his foundation.

Rage surged to the top of Zhang Mang’s head. ’Who on earth dares to covet my Demon Blade City? A Saint Cultivator, a Demon Cultivator, or an Evil Cultivator?’

To see the cooked duck in his hands suddenly turn into Doraemon and fly away—Zhang Mang’s rage was beyond words. But he had to make a decision. Otherwise, once the news about Demon Blade City spread, not only would he fail to conquer Snow Moon City, but he would also lose Demon Blade City. He had to go back!

On Snow Moon City’s side, they were fighting outnumbered. Even the Sect Leaders looked particularly battered. This was no time to worry about one’s image; they were just holding on by a thread.

Fan Ru felt a bit of admiration. Even for Saint Cultivators at their level, it was impossible to completely disregard life and death. Usually, in a situation like this, they would draw lots. He never expected Xuee Zhongnan to volunteer. He was a Sect Leader, after all. At this moment, Fan Ru also displayed extraordinary dominance.

A red Command Banner appeared in the air, dyeing the sky crimson.

The ultimate treasure of the Tide Small Thousand Realm—the Dharma Tide Banner.

A roiling wave of fire descended from the sky, surging toward the Demon Cultivators like a ferocious, endless tide.

Every wave was accompanied by the screams of Demon Cultivators. Using this kind of Magical Artifact meant that the Great Perfection Sect Leader had also started to fight with his life on the line.

The Demon Cultivator Sect Leaders sneered. ’Who doesn’t have Magical Treasures? When it comes to a death match, who’s afraid of whom?’

But just then, their Star Rings flashed. Everyone’s expression changed drastically, except for Jinn Qiushui, whose face relaxed slightly.

Just as the battle was about to reach its deadly climax, a strange development occurred on the battlefield. After launching a powerful wave of attacks, the thirteen Demon Cultivator Sect Leaders suddenly disengaged from the fight simultaneously. At the same time, the Demon Cultivators sounded the horn to cease their attack.

Immediately after, the Holy Cultivation Disciples of Snow Moon City watched as the grand army of Demon Cultivators began to retreat. In just over ten minutes, they had vanished completely...

Yang Jian and the others had all prepared for a fight to the death. They had even brought out their Lifebound Magical Artifacts... but their opponents had retreated first.

’Were they scared off?’

That was obviously impossible. Even if they fought with their lives, they could probably only kill three or four of the enemy Sect Leaders at most, while they themselves would be completely wiped out.

After missing such an opportunity, Demon Blade City wouldn’t be able to mount such an offensive again anytime soon. To give up halfway like this left even the Saint Cultivators baffled.

Wang Meng and Little Flame only emerged from the woods after the Demon Cultivator army had withdrawn. All that remained on the ground were corpses and scorched earth. A thick Demonic Qi still lingered over the battlefield.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Wang Meng walked right up to the base of Snow Moon City.

Gazing at the three large, though damaged, yet still clear characters on the city wall, Wang Meng and Little Flame couldn’t help but grin. ’Our luck is pretty good.’

"Disciple Wang Meng, from the Holy Hall of the Four Directions Small Thousand World. May I ask if this city is a Holy Hall stronghold?"

The eight Sect Leaders looked at each other in dismay. Forget Fan Ru; even Xuee Zhongnan was seeing Wang Meng for the first time. ’Isn’t this kid... at the Cultivation Academy? How did he end up here?’

Wang Meng felt his body being drawn by a force, and he flew toward the top of the city wall. The City Defense Array was still active. Xuee Zhongnan and the others didn’t know what tricks the Demon Cultivators were up to, so they didn’t dare let their guard down.

Looking at Wang Meng, Xuee Zhongnan revealed a slight smile. "Wang Meng, how did you get here?"

Seeing the Holy Hall emblem on Xuee Zhongnan’s clothes, as well as his familiar smile and the tyrannical aura that only a First Generation Sect Leader could possess, Wang Meng hurriedly bowed. "Disciple Wang Meng pays his respects to the Sect Leader!"

"At ease." Xuee Zhongnan raised a hand, and Wang Meng found he could no longer bow. "How did you end up here?"

"This disciple was training in the Fire God Little Thousand World, but the Teleportation Array was destroyed. I had no choice but to find a damaged Teleportation Array, and as a result, I was teleported to the vicinity of Demon Blade City."

Wang Meng answered honestly. ’Damn it all,’ he thought. ’Being stared at by a group of Great Perfection masters... even a fearless person like Master Wang loses all his imposing manner. The helpers around here are all Ancestral Masters. It’s truly a case of Ancestral Masters being a dime a dozen while Elders are worth less than dogs. I really need to train desperately.’

The eight Sect Leaders looked at each other. The Fire God Little Thousand World... that was an extremely dangerous place, completely unsuitable for Cultivation.

"Wait, you just said you were teleported near Demon Blade City. What is the situation in Demon Blade City right now?" Yang Jian suddenly asked, his aura pressing down on Wang Meng.

Xuee Zhongnan smiled faintly. "Wang Meng, this is Sect Leader Yang Jian of the Celestial Rainbow Sect. He is also the City Lord of Snow Moon City."

"Greetings, Sect Leader Yang. It’s like this." Wang Meng then recounted how he was being hunted, accidentally ended up in Demon Blade City, and burned down its Core Tower.

All the Sect Leaders and Ancestral Masters present fell silent, staring at Wang Meng, completely dumbfounded. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)