I Pick up a Lost Godhood

But they had overlooked one thing. Li Tianyi had no sword of his own. He leaned forward, and by the time Mu En’s sword descended, he was already almost touching the hilt. Could even a tenth of its power remain at that range?

BOOM...

A karate chop!

Mu En was sent flying.

Li Tianyi slowly stood up, Mu En’s Wooden Sword now in his hand.

This was Li Tianyi’s only path to victory.

Mu En’s sword technique was perfect, but even perfection has a flaw at the moment of conclusion. In Sword Fighting, that moment was, of course, the very instant of impact.

Three years ago, Li Tianyi’s Sword Technique and experience would not have been enough to handle this.

Three years from now, Mu En would surely grow to a frightening level, but he wouldn’t be idle either, so the outcome would be hard to predict.

But right now, his experience and Sword Technique were just enough to defeat Mu En.

Song Yifan was dumbfounded. Few people could see clearly what happened in that split second, and in any case, she would never have expected this outcome.

Purple Dragon was slightly taken aback. ’So that’s how it is,’ he thought. ’Mu En is good at everything, but he’s just too inexperienced.’

Li Tianyi of the Holy Hall continued his dominant advance.

Just when almost everyone thought Li Tianyi was only relying on his Fire Heart Sword Holy Statue, he defeated the super genius from the Heart Sword Sect, Mu En, without using his Holy Statue at all.

Mu En had only been knocked unconscious by the impact and wasn’t injured. He woke up quickly, utterly convinced by his defeat. He also knew his opponent had shown mercy and took the initiative to find Li Tianyi after the battle.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Li. No wonder my master says there’s always someone better out there."

Mu En said with a slight smile, cupping his hands in a traditional salute. He was a very kind and polite young man.

Once he was out of his combat state, he reverted to being a green and shy young man, especially... he didn’t quite dare to look at girls.

"I’m more interested in a match with you three years from now. If you’re interested, let’s set a date. I can come find you at the Heart Sword Sect!"

Li Tianyi was as direct as ever, never one to be polite about such matters.

Mu En’s face lit up with pleasant surprise. "It would be for the best if Brother Li is willing to offer his guidance."

"The feeling is mutual."

"This has been a real eye-opener. So there are other things besides the sword. To reach Brother Li’s level of understanding of the sword must be the pinnacle."

Mu En couldn’t stop thinking about Li Tianyi’s final move. He believed that being able to do that was a matter of one’s realm; only by reaching a higher realm could one have the vision to execute such a counter.

Li Tianyi gave a wry smile. "In terms of pure Sword Technique, I’m really no match for you. But if you want to see a Sword Technique of the highest realm, you might want to stick around."

"Huh?" Mu En’s face was full of confusion.

Nearby, Hu Jing couldn’t help but smile. "Little guy, when *he* makes a move, you’ll understand what true Sword Technique is."

Mu En stared blankly at Wang Meng. ’Could it be that the Holy Hall has another Sword Technique master?’

"And this brother is?"

"That’s our Holy Hall’s Sect Leader, Wang Meng. He often gives us pointers on our Sword Technique," Yang Ying said with a smile. It was hard to imagine that these usually serious senior sisters could also tease people.

Mu En looked at Wang Meng and couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head. "Ah, you look so young."

"Don’t listen to their nonsense, we’re the same age. Are you lot itching for a beating?"

Wang Meng laughed. These guys had all picked up bad habits now, loving to pick on the honest ones.

Song Yifan smiled. "Little Brother Mu, he really is the Holy Hall Master. As for whether he’s a master or not, we’ll find out in a little while."

Song Yifan was also very interested in Wang Meng’s strength. She had been curious ever since their trip to the Barbaric Divine Hall, but Wang Meng still hadn’t really shown his hand. Since she was here, she naturally wanted to see for herself.

Wang Meng remained noncommittal. The main tournament continued.

Yang Ying went up to fight. Her opponent was a Body Cultivator, a formidable one at the Fourth Layer of Minor Perfection. Yang Ying’s own Thundering Phoenix Holy Statue was a powerful force. Her Sword Technique had improved significantly over the last three years, but she still followed the path of a traditional Sword Cultivator. With her steady personality, Yang Ying never aimed for what was out of reach. Instead, she focused on perfectly integrating her Holy Statue with her Sword Technique. In her hands, the Green Fall Yellow Springs Sword Technique had reached its absolute peak.

When a surging Water Phoenix descended from the sky to form a Heaven and Earth Net, even a powerful Body Cultivator could only bow their head in submission.

The Phoenix Fairy.

This was Yang Ying’s nickname. In terms of appearance, three of the most stunning women had appeared in this Battle of the Other Shore.

Linglong, Yang Ying, and Desire Spirit.

Linglong represented the nobility of the Dragon Race, her regal air truly overwhelming.

Yang Ying, on the other hand, represented the gentle beauty of Human Female Cultivators—a flawless beauty.

And Desire Spirit, the princess of the Snake Demon Race, fully demonstrated what was meant by the beauty of desire, representing the ultimate expression of another extreme.

Of course, there were plenty of other beauties, but these three were the most representative.

The best path is the one that’s most suitable. It would have been a waste for Yang Ying to pursue Sword Technique exclusively; her current path allowed her to fully unleash the power of her Phoenix Body.

The defeated Body Cultivator could do nothing, feeling quite unwilling to accept the result. A master from the Purgatory Sect at the Fourth Layer of Minor Perfection had ultimately fallen to the immense power of a Holy Statue.

After all, a Holy Statue was a symbol of power recognized by the Star Alliance. It wasn’t so easy to defy the heavens and create a miracle.

While the Holy Hall was advancing triumphantly, Grand Master Fan Hong hadn’t been idle either. For the past three years, the Dharma Flower Sect had bet the farm, pouring all their resources into forging his Netherworld Dark Emperor Body. And Fan Hong did not disappoint, overcoming all obstacles on his path.

Fan Hong’s goal was to meet up with Wang Meng and the others in the Pure Land and see what the hell that place was really like.

After Yang Ying came Suo Ming. His opponent was a Pill Cultivator at the Third Layer of Minor Perfection. When that guy found out his opponent was Suo Ming, he fell into despair.

’This is impossible! Is there no justice in this world?!’

The result was just as he had expected. Facing the domineering Forbidden Hammer, the guy couldn’t even display a tenth of his skill. Toward the end, even Suo Ming felt a little embarrassed, and the guy stepped down from the stage in shame.

The Forbidden Hammer truly lived up to its name as the bane of Magic.

Whoever ran into it was out of luck. It seemed he would have a hard time finding a worthy opponent in the main tournament. Only an exceptionally powerful Life Artifact or Holy Statue could possibly suppress it.

Moreover, the story of that "Life-taking Sore Hammer Great Perfection" battle had already become a famous tale told throughout the major cities.

And without a doubt, this legend would spread even further.

The power of a group is formidable. In the main tournament, no other Sect, not even the No Illusion Demon Sect, could compare to the Holy Hall. One outstanding individual would naturally attract attention, but a whole group of them multiplied the effect.

After Suo Ming came Hu Jing. In truth, there was nothing low-key about her. She possessed a powerful Holy Statue of her own and was meticulous when it came to her Cultivation Techniques as a Talisman Cultivator. Her talent lay in comprehension. It had taken her only a single year to master all the various Talisman Cultivator Magic taught at the Cultivation Academy.

Powerful in every aspect, she could be called the representative of Talisman Cultivators. Hu Jing’s advancement was a foregone conclusion.

Zhou Qian had originally thought he would definitely be eliminated in this round. However, he had a stroke of amazing luck. His opponent was a Body Cultivator, the type Zhou Qian was best at dealing with. In the end, he simply wore his opponent down. With his firm willpower, Little Zhou took another step forward. To be honest, no one wanted to be eliminated, not when there was even a sliver of a chance. Who knew what kind of opportunity the next match might bring?

In the first round of the main tournament, the last person from the Holy Hall to appear was Wang Meng.

It was already getting a little late, and the matches in some other cities had already concluded. Wang Meng had also waited a long time before hearing his name. Usually, the more skilled contestants were scheduled earlier, but somehow, Master Wang had been placed last.

In fact, when Shan Lin got the list, he was also a bit surprised that Wang Meng was scheduled for the very last match of the day.

Master Wang’s turn had finally come. His opponent was Yan Song, a master from the Puppet Sect. The triumphant Yan Song was also carrying a mission: if he encountered a Holy Hall disciple, he was to kill without mercy!

Not just win, but kill!

Unfortunately, the Holy Hall disciples had all been lucky and hadn’t run into him. But now, he had run into Wang Meng. Yan Song could only say that his own luck was too good.

But then, something unexpected happened. The commotion wasn’t in the arena, but outside it.

It was common for masters to visit other arenas. For a master to bother moving, it clearly meant they thought the contestant was worth watching. By the time of the main tournament, one could always see a thing or two. Of course, the true masters probably wouldn’t reveal their real strength until they reached the Pure Land.

It was just that the crowd Wang Meng’s fight had attracted was a bit... large.

Song Yifan hadn’t left, and soon she spotted the members of the Taiyin Sect in the crowd.

Both Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua had advanced smoothly. Zou Chuang, Xie Tianhua, and the other Taiyin Sect disciples didn’t stand on ceremony and came straight over to the Holy Hall’s area. Anyone with some knowledge of the situation knew about the relationship between the Holy Hall and the Taiyin Sect.

If the Holy Hall were the new upstarts, then Zou Chuang was a top-tier existence among Human Cultivators. He had become even more terrifying for this Battle of the Other Shore, having been personally trained by the Taiyin Sect’s legendary ancestor. Everyone was very curious about Zou Chuang’s current realm.

Xie Tianhua and the others had also heard about the Holy Hall’s situation. The Taiyin Sect had already lost three members in the main tournament, so who would have thought that the Holy Hall would get everyone through? This wasn’t something one or two people could accomplish.

Before long, Fan Hong also arrived, having rushed over in a hurry. Fan Xiaoniao had been holding his breath the whole way, but he had finally made it through the first round of the main tournament. He had been afraid of losing face too.

He just hadn’t expected the Holy Hall to be even more impressive, with every single member passing.

It was a lively scene with so many friends meeting, and everyone was in high spirits since they had all advanced smoothly.

The surrounding Cultivators were only now realizing that the Holy Hall was far from being a bunch of nobodies.

Zou Chuang was still quite popular, being a master from the Star Alliance’s third-largest Sect. However, everyone could only watch from a distance. After arriving, Zou Chuang also kept his distance from the others, watching the arena by himself.

After a moment, the crowd automatically parted, and a young man walked in. Fanning himself, he continuously nodded in acknowledgment to the Cultivators who made way for him.

Lin Jinghao of the No Illusion Demon Sect!

The Demon Crown Prince could only be described as unfathomable. However, he was very active and seemed quite happy to be running around everywhere after his own match had ended.

But when the three powerhouses of the Dragon Race appeared, the entire Starlight City was thrown into an uproar.

This was the first time Princess Linglong had paid attention to another person’s match. Purple Dragon and Celestial Dragon naturally accompanied her. The three of them just standing there created an aura like that of a mighty army, and all the other Cultivators kept their distance.

Where the Dragon Race stood, no stranger dared to approach.

Who was the Dragon Princess here for?

Wang Meng? Or Yan Song of the Puppet Sect?

Yan Song was known as the number one person in the Puppet Sect and was said to possess a Primordial Secret Treasure. Could it be that even the Dragon Race was wary of his puppets? (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.)