I Pick up a Lost Godhood

At the Saint Demon Castle, Mingren stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance. Ji Guang came to his side. Ji Guang, Mengg Lord, and the Lord of Punishment were all Mingren’s most capable subordinates. The Demon Race wasn’t as internally complex as humanity; orders were executed without question. This was why the Saint Demon Castle had achieved one glorious victory after another.

"Wang Meng started a Burning Knight Order. With their skill level, even if they formed one, they’d just be throwing their lives away. Their forces are already stretched thin, yet he’s still wasting time on useless things like this."

As always, Ji Guang did not like Wang Meng.

Mingren listened without comment. "Director Ji, do you like the Demon Race?"

Ji Guang paused. "I can’t say I like or dislike them."

Mingren smiled. "I like them very much."

Because with them around, Mingren was never lonely.

To Mingren, everything about being alive felt like a game. Perhaps the only real thing was the eventual battle with Wang Meng, but Mingren wanted to save that reality for the very end. Because once that reality was over, there would be nothing left.

Wine is always more fragrant with age.

The fighting was incessant. Although large-scale battles didn’t happen every day, on a local level, the various strongholds defended by Cultivators were attacked by Demons almost daily, day and night.

Zhao Lingxuan and the others weren’t officially anti-Demon Cultivators yet; they were in a probationary stage. But having come to the front lines of the Slaughter Space, they had to be fully prepared. After several days of fighting Demons, the disciples were all exceptionally excited and in high spirits.

"Senior Sister, this is the third wave we’ve wiped out today!"

A group of Holy Hall Disciples were all thrilled. They had longed for the chance to go to the battlefield and eliminate Demons, and now they finally had it.

Fear was not in the Holy Hall Disciples’ vocabulary. On the contrary, the more terrifying something was, the more they vied to attempt it. It had been the same back at the Cultivation Academy; whenever there was something no one wanted to do or try, the Holy Hall Disciples were guaranteed to be the first to step forward.

The Holy Hall’s philosophy was that difficulty is precious because it heralds opportunity.

If Wang Meng and his peers represented the first generation of the Holy Hall’s rise, then Zhao Lingxuan and her group were the second. With Zhao Lingxuan as their representative, they had indeed gradually begun to emerge in recent years.

Perhaps it was a change in the atmosphere, but the Holy Hall Disciples were all surging with explosive growth. There had been some fighting in the Four Directions Small Thousand World as well. Although the Sealing Demon Array was in place, some Demonic Qi still managed to seep through. However, the Demons’ situation in the Four Directions Small Thousand World was truly miserable; the Holy Hall’s cohesiveness and teamwork ensured the stability of this major rear area.

The environment of the Four Directions Small Thousand World wouldn’t change, and it held no advantage over some other Small Thousand Realms. But this didn’t hinder the explosive growth of the Holy Hall Disciples. Just like Wang Meng, humanity’s greatest strengths over other species were its potential and its capacity to learn.

The potential of a role model is limitless. Xuee Zhongnan had not been wrong; he had laid half the foundation for the Holy Hall. But what he failed to provide was the power of a role model. Wang Meng had achieved this. In the Holy Hall, every disciple’s talent varied, but what every disciple *could* achieve was faith, perseverance, and unity!

This was something no other hall could compare to. Other Small Thousand Realms and Sects might still compete over who was the strongest, with everyone trying by any means to grow stronger themselves. The Holy Hall was the same, of course, but with a difference: in the Holy Hall, the more capable a person was, the more they did, the more they had to shoulder, and the harder they worked compared to their junior brothers and sisters.

This was the glory of the Holy Hall. Wang Meng had led the Holy Hall Beings to establish the Holy Hall spirit, and it had now seeped into their very bones.

After more than three years of war against the Demon Race, the old, established Sects had displayed their extraordinary foundations; after all, they had many experts. The Holy Hall, on the other hand, relied mainly on newcomers as its main force. In an era where strength was generally determined by level, they were somewhat lacking. But the inner strength of the Holy Hall was truly unprecedented.

However, the only ones who could recognize and understand this were those who truly knew the Holy Hall—and they were usually its enemies. Unfortunately, these people could never pass this information on, because they no longer existed.

Zhao Lingxuan had blossomed into a great beauty. Perhaps due to Hu Jing’s profound influence, she always possessed a special calm when handling matters.

"Don’t get careless. Although we requested a difficult assignment, from the looks of it, we’ve only been dealing with the Demon Race’s small fry. Tell everyone not to let their guard down. We can’t tarnish the prestige of our Holy Hall!"

Zhao Lingxuan’s elegance was laced with steely resolve. The girl who once only knew how to play around and cause trouble had now grown into a leader.

The Holy Hall Disciples who had come with Zhao Lingxuan clearly held her in high esteem. To earn respect in the Holy Hall, one needed not only real skill but also to lead by example. Zhao Lingxuan undoubtedly did very well in all aspects.

Two figures flashed past. It was Anx Dao and Youn Yuqing, who were currently Zhao Lingxuan’s most capable assistants.

"Senior Sister, we’ve already swept the battlefield. It looks like there won’t be any unusual movements from the Demons today."

Anx Dao said.

Zhao Lingxuan gazed out at the pitch-black world. This world had once been controlled by Cultivators, but ever since the Demons descended, Cultivators had to stay within the cities or in the anti-Demon fortifications on the front lines at night.

This was the method of engagement established over the past three years. Simply hiding in the cities wasn’t feasible, as they would be ignorant of the Demons’ movements. Using the main cities as cores, with secondary cities for strategic defense, plus the forward anti-Demon fortifications, the Five Great Castles were formed to fight against the five armies of the Demon Race.

The outposts were indeed dangerous. Although they had Teleportation Arrays, the Demon Race had also found ways to sever the connection. However, the method for cutting off a Teleportation Array was quite troublesome. The outposts had to regularly send out disciples on patrol to prevent the Demon Race from making a move.

It was a battle of wits and courage. No one would be careless, and no one dared to be.

"Senior Sister, there’s news! The Sect Leader is preparing to form the Burning Knight Order. Can we sign up?"

Youn Yuqing and the others had all broken through to the Minor Perfection stage. They naturally yearned for such an honorable status.

Moreover, joining the Burning Knight Order meant they could fight alongside the world-renowned Holy Hall Beings. Of course, the most important thing was being able to fight side-by-side with Wang Meng.

Upon hearing about the Burning Knight Order, the disciples all pricked up their ears. It wasn’t just Holy Hall Disciples here, but also disciples from other Sects. At the other four great castles, the Holy Hall might not have had as much influence, but in the Burning Castle, Wang Meng had won everyone over in the last two years.

Even though they weren’t Holy Hall Disciples, everyone was a part of the Burning Castle, sharing life and death together.

Birds of a feather flock together. Back then, Yang Jian recruited Xuee Zhongnan, supported Xuee Zhongnan, and later supported the Holy Hall. At their core, they were the same kind of people. The Dharma Flower Sect and the Taiyin Sect were obvious examples.

They didn’t admire the Holy Hall because of how dazzling Wang Meng and the others’ performance was in the Battle of the Other Shore. Frankly, being famous and being respected were two completely different things. Wang Meng’s current prestige in the Burning Castle was earned through battle.

It’s just that to this day, no one knew how strong Wang Meng truly was. Rumors were rampant, but what mattered was that every time the Burning Castle faced its most critical and grueling battles, it managed to hold on.

Just as Zhao Lingxuan and the others thought things were quieting down, a disciple came to report that the Teleportation Array was flashing. It seemed something major was happening.

Zhao Lingxuan and her group immediately went to the Teleportation Array’s location. They found it a bit strange; why would someone arrive at this hour?

The facilities at the Burning Castle weren’t bad. Jii Wanli’s faction, for instance, had the help of the Ghost Axe Divine Skill Sect and the Thousand Machines Sect. In truth, the human forces were also divided into three major factions, each supporting the side they favored. After the Demon Race was defeated, someone would surely become the new Master of the Star Alliance, and every Sect had to choose a side.

For example, the Ghost Axe Divine Skill Sect and the Thousand Machines Sect were the foundation of the Extreme Dao Alliance. The Heaven-Reaching Pill God Sect followed Lin Jinghao, while the Treasure Artifact Sect chose to support both Wang Meng and Lin Jinghao.

Yue Rantian clearly favored the No Illusion Demon Sect, but Yue Shan had exhausted every means to divert some aid to Wang Meng’s side. Otherwise, the Burning Castle would have had an even harder time.

The Treasure Artifact Sect’s support was indeed excellent; the quality of the Teleportation Array was quite high. The light flashed, and Zhang Xiaopang appeared.

A smile appeared on Zhao Lingxuan’s icy face. "Brother Zhang, what brings you here?"

As she spoke, she glanced behind Zhang Xiaopang. He chuckled, "Stop looking. It’s just me."

The others shared a secret smile. In truth, countless Female Cultivators admired Wang Meng, and everyone wanted to see him.

Not seeing Wang Meng, Zhao Lingxuan returned to her usual self. She knew Zhang Xiaopang’s background inside and out. "Brother Zhang, is there enemy movement? Just give us the order if you need anything done."

Zhang Xiaopang felt helpless. One look at Zhao Lingxuan’s expression and he knew he couldn’t joke around. She knew all about his embarrassing past incidents, and this little ancestor was not someone to be trifled with.

"Junior Sister, the boss thinks the Demon Race will make a move soon. He’s sent people not just to you, but to all the major outposts."

Zhang Xiaopang said. Hearing this, the eyes of the Holy Hall Disciples lit up, each one eager to go on a killing spree.

’That look is so familiar,’ Zhang Xiaopang mused internally. ’It’s great to be young. I just wonder how many of these disciples will be left after a year of fighting.’

Zhang Xiaopang and Zhao Lingxuan flew up to the top of the watchtower. A Bow Cultivator could exert their greatest power here and also scout for enemy movements. Anx Dao and Youn Yuqing followed, while the others remained at their posts, on high alert.

Zhang Xiaopang gazed at the dark, oppressive mass in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How does it feel to face the Demons?"

"Cruel, cunning, and hard to deal with."

"Heh, what you’ve encountered so far are just low-level Demons. Wait until you see the Demon Race. Then you’ll know what ’hard to deal with’ really means."

Zhang Xiaopang said with a laugh.

Zhao Lingxuan nodded. In the past, if Zhang Xiaopang had said something like that, it would have just been empty boasting. But the lecherous little fatty who used to just fool around was now deservedly the number three figure in the Holy Hall, second only to Wang Meng in terms of combat power.

You could underestimate anyone, but not him.

"We look forward to it!" Zhao Lingxuan’s voice was filled with confidence. "The Demon Race may be cunning, but we are stronger. The Ancient Cultivators were able to beat them back into the Abyss, and so can we!"

Zhang Xiaopang smiled noncommittally. "It seems everyone is quite optimistic."

"Brother Zhang, after three years of grueling warfare, the situation has generally stabilized. This is due to the Star Lord’s foresight and everyone’s united will. We will definitely win in the end."

Zhao Lingxuan clenched her fist, her composure radiating perseverance. She believed in her own determination and tenacity. (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.)

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