Cultivating with Bragging System

Wang Xiu was stunned for a moment. He looked down. He had been sitting cross-legged on the bed all night, his Mingxue Executioner Sword habitually laid across his thighs. Unbeknownst to him, he’d had a ’rifle’ pressed under him the entire time!

The blade of the Mingxue Executioner Sword was scalding hot, emitting continuous streams of white steam, like an incessant and spectacular fountain.

Wang Xiu was speechless. He nonchalantly reached for the sword, intending to alert that girl, Nie Linglan. But to his surprise, the moment he gripped it, even more steam billowed out, instantly obscuring the entire room.

Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched as he offered a strained explanation. "This is a Western Region’s Exotic Fragrance I had a friend procure. It’s meant to arouse one’s passions and make them more... invested. The effect far surpasses any mere aphrodisiac; it’s truly indescribable. I just thought it would enhance the experience for Sister Mei, so I used it!"

A crimson flush crept across the Red Enchanting Snake Princess’s face as she laughed. "You are so thoughtful, my lord, but you... you are all the potion I need!"

Hearing that bone-meltingly sultry voice, Wang Xiu couldn’t help but shiver. This vixen... She’s absolutely terrifying!

***

Snake Ji finally ended the call, sounding utterly satisfied.

Having watched the ’performance’ all night, Wang Xiu was drenched in sweat. He exhaled loudly, staring at the Mingxue Executioner Sword still steaming on his lap. His mouth twitched. "Stop spouting, will you? The whole room is filled with it!"

The demure and elegant ghost, Nie Linglan, floated out from the blade, her face flushed as if deeply aroused. "Master, you don’t have to suppress yourself. This humble servant... is willing to help you release your pressure!"

Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched again. What is she saying? What in the world is she talking about? With a righteous air, he snapped, "Stop this nonsense! If you say such things again, I’ll have to discipline you!"

Hearing this, Nie Linglan’s face turned so red it looked like it might burst. The hilt of the Mingxue Executioner Sword suddenly tilted up, hovering silently before Wang Xiu. "Please, Master, punish me!"

Wang Xiu’s eye twitched violently. This is beyond tolerable! Read complete version only at novel fire.net

Without another word, he snatched up the sword and began practicing his forms around the room for four solid hours, until he had finally ’trained’ Nie Linglan into utter compliance.

***

After putting away the Communication Token, Wang Xiu calmed his racing thoughts. He began to recall the few key points from his long conversation with Snake Ji.

The Great Demonic Sacrifice. It was a grand event held once every hundred years. By sacrificing the spirits and souls of the living to the Heavenly Demons of another realm, participants could receive a baptism, undergoing a complete transformation. The more souls sacrificed, the richer the rewards of Creation one received. With the tens of thousands of spirits in Daimon Qianmian’s Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, a complete sacrifice could grant a massive infusion of Heavenly Demon Qi, ensuring a limitless future.

Consequently, whenever the Great Demonic Sacrifice approached, the disciples of the Ghost King Sect would enter a frenzied state. They committed evil everywhere, harvesting the souls of the living. They would even slaughter entire cities, risking a full-scale hunt by the Righteous Immortal Sects. The Seventh Elder was a prime example.

According to the Seventh Elder’s memories, past Great Demonic Sacrifices required a minimum of several hundred thousand souls. In peak years, the number could rise to several million, or even tens of millions. Once sacrificed to the Heavenly Demons, these souls could never achieve Reincarnation, doomed to sink forever into the Heavenly Demons’ control. Not only that, but after each sacrifice, a large number of demon cultivators would experience explosive growth in power and demonic ambition, causing havoc and bringing disaster to the mortal world.

One could say this grand event for the Ghost King Sect was a catastrophe for the common people. It wasn’t that the great Immortal Sects hadn’t tried to stop them. The problem was that the secrecy surrounding the Great Demonic Sacrifice was airtight. Every participant was subjected to strict scrutiny, with Deputy Sect Master-level figures personally overseeing the event. This made it extremely difficult for spies from the Righteous Immortal Sects to infiltrate undetected. Without knowledge of the details, any hope of early intervention was lost.

As for launching a direct assault to eradicate them, it was theoretically possible, but these demon cultivators were far too cautious and slippery. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would scatter in all directions, making them impossible to defend against. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to cause chaos across the continent for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.

***

There was one more thing. The total number of souls to be sacrificed in this year’s Great Demonic Sacrifice was... far greater than in previous years.

In the Seventh Elder’s memories, his rivals within the Ghost King Sect had been preparing for decades. They meticulously orchestrated all sorts of disasters and massacres, amassing a horrifically large number of souls. The reason the Seventh Elder had agreed to Venerable Yu Jiao’s proposal to annihilate Limitless City was that if he didn’t take a risk, he would be utterly crushed by his competitors after this Great Demonic Sacrifice. The five million souls of Limitless City could turn the tables, granting him an unimaginably bountiful harvest from the ritual.

It was worth the gamble. He never expected that trying his luck would be the death of him. That journey was a one-way trip.

***

After organizing the information in his mind, Wang Xiu let out a long breath, his eyes flashing with grim concern. Millions of souls, perhaps even more! Not only would this prevent countless people from ever entering the cycle of Reincarnation, but it would also empower the Demonic Path with many new experts, creating endless trouble for the righteous sects.

Although he had transformed into a Formless Demon and spouted a mountain of nonsense about the grand principles of righteousness and evil to the Little Witch, Ye Miedie, he didn’t believe a single word of it himself. The cultivators of the Righteous and Demonic Paths had been locked in a relentless, deadly feud for many years. A few more experts on the Demonic Path’s side meant many more deaths among the Righteous Path’s Immortal Sects.

In the past, they had no options. But now, if he were to participate in the Great Demonic Sacrifice under the identity of Daimon Qianmian, he would have the chance to obtain accurate, first-hand intelligence. With a coordinated attack from within and without, couldn’t he wipe out that entire den of vipers from the Ghost King Sect?

The plan sounds great... but it’s damned dangerous!

The Great Demonic Sacrifice was on a completely different level from the four Venerables besieging Limitless City. There would undoubtedly be Deputy Sect Master-level figures from the Ghost King Sect overseeing the proceedings. According to reliable intelligence, all three of their Deputy Sect Masters were at the Emergence Stage or higher, with one even at the Ninth Heaven of the Emergence Stage. One misstep would be a one-way ticket to the grave.

After a long period of contemplation, a look of grim resolve settled on Wang Xiu’s face. "Damn it, I’m all in!"

A real man never hesitates! I’ll take this job!

***

「Several days later, on the first day of the new moon.」

Two major events had shaken the Demonic Path in recent days.

First, a Demon Race girl who proclaimed herself "the woman who will become the Great Demon God" led experts from the Asura Sect to successively conquer more than a dozen smaller demon cultivator sects in just a few days. The Asura Sect had done similar things before, but only to establish dominance in a territory. This time was different. The Saintess’s actions clearly showed her intent to completely absorb the other factions, unifying them under her absolute command.

Initially, of course, many disagreed, and some were even disdainful. But as the girl in purple leather armor grew more and more excited with each battle, her cultivation level surged every time she eliminated a sect. With each sect destroyed, her power soared. When she finally stood on the head of a demonic leader and asked fiercely, "Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" countless people meekly submitted.

The Asura Sect was already one of the most powerful factions in the Demonic Path, so them clearing out such minor forces was as easy as sweeping away fallen leaves, nothing to be surprised about. What was shocking, however, was when the Little Witch turned her sights on the other giants of the Demonic Path, like the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect. She swept through several of their branch headquarters in succession.

A palpable tension instantly filled the entire Demonic Path. For a time, a state of panic prevailed, and everyone was on edge.

***

The second event was that the Ghost King Sect’s Great Demonic Sacrifice had begun.

***

"My lord, are you back yet? I’ve missed you terribly~" cooed a voice from the Communication Token.

"I’ll be back soon, very soon!" Wang Xiu replied, his mouth twitching as he watched Snake Ji posing seductively on the other end. After a few perfunctory words, he ended the call.

Wang Xiu stood before the enormous gate of the Ghost King Sect’s branch and took a long, deep breath.

It was time to go in.