I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 98 - 96: Out of Stock

Zhang Liang had compiled the information on this Talisman after he began to suspect Wang Meng was the person Li Tianyi was looking for. It was quite comprehensive, containing factual investigations as well as Zhang Xiaojiang’s firsthand accounts. He just hadn’t expected it to come in so handy today.

Reading about Wang Meng’s past made everyone’s blood boil with excitement. The Talisman detailed his journey: having only a Second Layer of Life Mark, failing the Holy Hall’s initial entrance exam, and only barely making it into Thunderlight Hall after a re-test. He faced the difficult trial of cultivating a Spirit Field and passed through sheer wisdom and perseverance. It included Zhang Xiaojiang’s assessment of him: Wang Meng never gives up and is determined to do what he sets his mind to—a real man, a true big brother. For the sake of his cultivation, he stationed himself at his Spirit Field from the moment he entered Thunderlight Hall, practicing meticulously and focusing on his tasks every single day. When challenged by Hengshan Hall, he still faced them bravely.

Everything he had achieved today was built on his unwavering dedication to his dream: to become a Sword Cultivator of the Holy Hall!

Everyone’s heart surged with emotion as they read. In truth, they were all quite similar. Who didn’t have a dream? Some wanted to be Sword Cultivators, some Body Cultivators, some Pill Cultivators... But talent varied. Although they said hard work could earn the favor of the heavens and win you everything, the reality was cruel. Such things only happened to geniuses and those with powerful backgrounds.

But Wang Meng? He had nothing. He wasn’t even the closed-door disciple of an Elder. At the Second Layer of Life Mark, he barely met the lowest standard for admission into the Holy Hall. Yet, a person just like that had, through his own efforts, won the favor of three Ancestral Masters.

What was this? This was the power of a dream!

It had to be said, Zhang Liang was a master of stirring up emotions. With his embellishments, Wang Meng’s entire biography was written to be incredibly moving; he’d stopped just short of painting Wang Meng as a beggar.

He had even included the fact that Wang Meng had no Contribution Points and had to borrow some from Ma Tian’Er. Of course, Ma Tian’Er definitely wasn’t the one who had said this; rather, Liuu Mei had let it slip unintentionally during a chat.

But now, all of this had become a brilliant highlight in Wang Meng’s story. Speaking from the heart, who hadn’t struggled when they first entered the Holy Hall? It was like reliving their own pasts.

Zhang Liang paid no mind to the effect of his biographical Talisman, because he simply had no time. Sales were absolutely insane.

Copying the Talismans was a relatively fast process, but even so, one batch would sell out in an instant, then another, and another. The Messengers his subordinates sent back all carried a note: "Urgently need more stock."

However, Zhang Liang didn’t seize the opportunity to raise the price. He knew this was also a great chance to promote his brand. He had no choice but to hire a few more people to rush production. Even though each Talisman was only five Contribution Points, the sheer volume was staggering. After deducting the cut for his subordinates, he still made a hefty profit.

The ordinary disciples of the Holy Hall all wanted to see for themselves this Wang Meng, who was just like them—or perhaps even worse off than they had been. What exactly had he done to move the Ancestral Masters?

One could only imagine the commotion at Thunderlight Hall. It had gotten to the point where even Flying Phoenix Hall, usually the most popular, was practically empty.

Yang Ying and the Four Golden Flowers of Flying Phoenix had also just finished reading the Talisman. Zhang Liang had sent them their copies for free. He might forget others, but he would absolutely never neglect the fairy-like Senior Sister Yang.

"Is this for real? It’s so dramatic! A man like that is really charming!"

Gao Dandan said with a smile.

"You little flirt, are you in heat? I think it’s exaggerated. Watching his fight against Hengshan Hall, his skill level was quite high. Second Layer of Life Mark, and he got in through a re-test? Tsk tsk, it’s hard to believe," Wan Fanghua said. ’It’s just too incredible.’

"It should be more or less true. You can’t fake these things. I can’t imagine how much effort he must have put in to get where he is today. The first time I saw him, I knew he was the type with an incredibly firm will."

Youn Yuqing said, "But to move three Ancestral Masters... that’s just too much. I’m very curious what kind of shocking thing he did."

"Talent comes in many forms. Some are visible, some are not. Some people like to show off, while others are low-key. Wang Meng is the type who disdains showing off."

Yang Ying suddenly said.

"Oh? What about now?" Shurou asked, a little curious. "He’s certainly in the spotlight at the moment."

"The times make the man. He has the strength, so this was only a matter of time. If he had wanted to become famous, shattering Li Tianyi’s Nine Heavens Separation Fire Sword would have been more than enough to shake the Holy Hall."

Yang Ying said, suddenly recalling Wang Meng’s eyes. They were so profound.

"Ah, so the rumors were true!"

"Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter anymore. Should we go take a look together?"

"Let’s not. I heard Thunderlight Hall is about to explode. We’d never be able to squeeze our way in."

There were too many people, and girls were always a bit apprehensive about crowds—especially great beauties like them. And yet, a girl’s curiosity was always strong. The feeling was truly making them antsy.

They couldn’t get in, but Zhao Tianlong certainly could. As soon as his status as an Ancestral Master was known, the crowd of onlookers immediately parted to make way.

With so many people discussing the same name, it would have been difficult for Zhao Tianlong not to know. He didn’t even notice Zhao Lingxuan at his side, smiling like a blooming lotus flower.

She just knew Wang Meng was capable. She had originally wanted to coax her Ancestral Master into visiting Thunderlight Hall to show some support, but it seemed that was no longer necessary.

But now Zhao Tianlong definitely had to see for himself. Everyone coveted talent. ’What are Thunderbolt and the others up to? Three of them taking a liking to one person... My first reaction is that there’s something fishy going on, a conspiracy!’

Hu Jing hurried out to greet them. Zhou Qian and the others had all gone out to look for Wang Meng; three of them were already out searching. ’And now another one has arrived. Please don’t let him be looking for Wang Meng too,’ she thought. ’Honestly, that Wang Meng! Usually, he’s so easy to find. What in the world? How could he disappear at such a critical moment? A whole living person!’

"Greetings, Ancestor Master!"

Hu Jing knew that of the six Ancestral Masters, Zhao Tianlong was the most meticulous and placed the greatest importance on etiquette. She didn’t dare show the slightest neglect.

Zhao Tianlong nodded slightly. "Do you have a disciple here named Wang Meng?"

"Yes, Ancestor Master," Hu Jing replied respectfully, saying no more than necessary.

Zhao Tianlong didn’t continue immediately, instead looking Hu Jing over. "You’re the Hu Jing that Little Ya mentioned? Hmm, not bad."

The Zhao Family had originally intended to take over Thunderlight Hall, figuring that a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. They had sent Zhao Ya and Zhao Guang to take charge, but their efforts fell short. Zhao Tianlong was still rather displeased about that. However, hearing that Zhao Ya had accepted a disciple with decent aptitude was some consolation. Seeing her now, she was indeed acceptable. Furthermore, Hu Jing was now the Head Senior Sister of Thunderlight Hall, which was also a good thing.

"Little Xuan, greet Senior Sister Hu."

"Zhao Lingxuan greets Senior Sister Hu," Zhao Lingxuan said sweetly. Anyone who saw her so well-behaved and adorable would smile in appreciation. Little Lingxuan’s killer move was nearly invincible.

"I often hear Master mention that Junior Sister is a once-in-a-century genius of the Holy Hall. Meeting you in person far surpasses your reputation."

Hu Jing’s praise was sincere. Although Hu Jing’s status was far beneath that of Ning Zhiquan, Zhao Tianlong was still very pleased.

Behind Zhao Tianlong’s back, Zhao Lingxuan gave Hu Jing a playful wink.

"I hear that Wang Meng forged a sword that even Senior Brother Lei and Brother Wu can’t stop praising. Take me to see it."