Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 119 - 112: The Dust Settles! Wang Xiu Counting Money! (2900 words)_1



Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the situation was quickly decided. The fiends and demons present fell one after another. Soon, only three Venerables were still hanging on by a thread.

Venerable Red Tiger’s great club had already been snapped by Xiang Tiange, who was now dragging the demon by his tail and swinging him around like a pinwheel.

Venerable Golden Lion had long been beaten back into his original form. His once majestic golden fur had been completely shaved off by Li Zuoyue’s twenty flying swords. He was left bald and pitiful, his body densely covered with sword marks. It was a tragic sight.

Venerable Yu Jiao was in slightly better condition. Although she was being ganged up on by Huang Yunchong and Venerable Wuji’s eight disciples, her strength was also greatly suppressed by being locked on by Ji Yan’s distant aura.

But she was, after all, a master at the sixth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. Moreover, having come from the Hehuan Sect and done business for so many years, she was never short of magical treasures and elixirs. She had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, so handling a group of Golden Core Realm boys was still no problem.

However, that didn’t mean everything was fine. She knew very well that all her resources were nothing but crap in front of a Saint Manifestation powerhouse like Ji Yan. As the disciples of the Demonic Path around her died one by one, the pressure in her heart became immense, and her gaze involuntarily darkened.

Her life had been a bumpy road, frequently beaten until she was black and blue. She had achieved her current status and accomplishments only through extreme hardship. Was all of it going to vanish into thin air today?

No! I won’t accept this! My fate is mine to control, not dictated by the heavens!

She lifted her head, her face taking on a look that could bewitch all of creation, and pleaded with Huang Yunchong, "Young Master, I’m begging you, please don’t kill me, okay?"

Huang Yunchong’s hand, holding the gourd-half, was already raised and about to strike. But then, it went limp.

Seeing this, Venerable Yu Jiao felt a flicker of hope. This guy has such heavy dark circles and a lecherous gaze, and he’s from the Chamber Branch—he’s clearly a pervert! I’ve found the right weak spot!

Venerable Wuji’s disciples frowned. "Senior Brother Huang, don’t be deceived! This enchantress is no good!"

"That’s right, Senior Brother Huang!"

"We’re very good judges of character!"

"The last person who didn’t listen to us is still lying on the ground over there!"

In the distance, the long-forgotten Ninth Junior Brother’s eyes widened again.

Seriously? Have you no shame?

While fending off their attacks, Venerable Yu Jiao kept her eyes fixed on Huang Yunchong, her gaze like flowing water, as she secretly transmitted her voice. "I can hide inside your precious gourd. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything for you!"

"For instance... I could help you in your cultivation!"

Help me in my cultivation?

Those words boomed in Huang Yunchong’s head like thunder. He observed the incredibly seductive Venerable Yu Jiao, his eyes tracing her voluptuous curves, and his mind was instantly flooded with images. A wave of heat surged to his nose.

Venerable Yu Jiao struck while the iron was hot. "I was tricked into coming here. This is my first time doing something like this. Please, take pity on me, won’t you?"

Huang Yunchong was skeptical. "Your first time?"

"Mhm!" Venerable Yu Jiao said with a bashful look. "It’s not just my first time doing this... that other thing... I’ve never done that either!"

Seduction. This was blatant seduction.

High in the void, Ji Yan noticed the situation and his brow furrowed slightly.

That brat from the Chamber Branch is about to be fooled! As expected... he’s just too young, too inexperienced. He can’t possibly resist such a beautiful temptation! It’s up to me to step in.

However, in the next moment...

BANG!

A loud crash echoed.

Huang Yunchong leaped into the air, raised the gourd-half high with both hands, and brought it smashing down directly onto Venerable Yu Jiao’s head. She hadn’t expected his sudden outburst and had no time to react. She was smashed halfway into the ground.

Huang Yunchong was furious. "You can insult me, but you cannot insult my profession!" he roared. "The thing I hate most in my life is women like you! Trying to sell used goods for the price of something brand new? Go to hell!"

***

Venerable Yu Jiao was dead. Among the three Venerables, her death was the most tragic.

After her physical body was destroyed, Huang Yunchong took his gourd-half and pounded her remains into mush. Even her Nascent Soul was not spared. He borrowed a sword from Li Zuoyue and stabbed the Nascent Soul viciously before sucking it directly into his Yin-Yang Gourd. Then he shook the gourd frantically, shaking it until her Nascent Soul completely dissolved.

When he opened the gourd, nothing was left but a puddle of water.

After it was all over, Huang Yunchong felt refreshed and righteous, a sense of pride from ridding the world of a scourge swelling in his heart.

***

The Heaven Deceiving Formation that had enveloped Limitless City had long since dissipated. Before anyone realized it, the glow of dawn was appearing on the horizon. An entire night had passed.

"I will report your great kindness and virtue to the Immortal Sect and repay you with a generous reward!" Venerable Wuji said, looking at the ruins of the City Lord’s Mansion with lingering fear in his heart. His gratitude was sincere. If it weren’t for their allies from the Sanqing Immortal Sect coming to their aid, they would have certainly lost this terrible battle.

If it were just their own deaths, that would be one thing. From the day they chose the path of slaying demons, they had prepared for such an outcome. But if the five million souls within Limitless City had also been dragged into this calamity, he would be tormented by guilt for all eternity, even in the afterlife, never to find peace.

Ji Yan waved his hand. "We are all part of the Righteous Alliance. It is our duty to aid each other. There is no need for thanks."

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Venerable Wuji cupped his hands. "If there is ever a time you need us, just say the word, and we shall do our utmost!"

"Of course."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Venerable Wuji glanced down at Li Zuoyue and the others below and suddenly exclaimed, "Is your sect missing a disciple? Where is Wang Yibo, the young hero who ambushed the Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect?"

The disciples from the Sanqing Immortal Sect who had appeared were all powerful. Whether it was Xiang Tiange, Li Zuoyue, or the late-arriving Qin Guangling, they all made Venerable Wuji sigh in admiration. The Sanqing Immortal Sect, true to its reputation, continued to produce prodigies, a testament to its deep foundations.

But the one who had impressed him the most was the Sword Sect disciple, Wang Yibo. His single sword strike, which had summoned a thousand pig shadows and instantly killed a Venerable-level Demon Cultivator, was a display of swordsmanship whose elegance was now deeply etched into his mind.

A corner of Ji Yan’s mouth twitched.

What a question! I’d like to know the answer to that myself! A Sword Sect disciple not only modified the sect’s ultimate technique, Same Life as Heaven and Earth, but also mastered the Thunder Sect’s Wind-Thunder Talisman Sword Incantation to the point of perfection. What a talent. If I could recruit him into the Thunder Sect, how could the sect not prosper? Of course, this is just wishful thinking. After unleashing those two sword strikes, the boy vanished completely. Even with my Saint Manifestation Realm divine sense covering the entirety of Limitless City, I couldn’t find a single trace of him. It’s as if he never existed. Clearly, this had to be the work of someone whose cultivation level is no lower than my own. A Sword Sect disciple backed by a powerhouse at the Saint Manifestation Realm or higher... It’s highly likely he’s that madwoman Dugu Qingqian’s newest closed-door disciple!

***

I’ve been quite lucky recently, Ji Yan thought. I’ve encountered two monstrously talented prodigies in a row. Besides the mysterious disciple who appeared tonight, there’s also Wang Xiu. Especially Wang Xiu! His talent in thunder-based Daoist magic is simply unprecedented. Mastering the Heavenly Calamity Curse in just five days! Even popular novels wouldn’t dare to be so bold. But I’m also extremely unlucky, because neither of these two is a disciple of my Thunder Sect!

As for Wang Yibo, it’s out of the question. Snatch someone from the clutches of that madwoman Dugu Qingqian? I’d like to live a few more years, maybe have a hundred million kids.

But Wang Xiu... for such a talent to remain in the Divination Sect, isn’t that a waste? No! When I get back, I have to poach Wang Xiu, no matter what! Although his master, Luo Binglan, is equally terrifying... she’s still a woman lying in a coffin! As someone who just broke through to the Saint Manifestation Realm, I’m quite confident... I can withstand at least one good beating from her!

***

By the time most of the Demon Cultivators in Limitless City were dead or injured, Wang Xiu had already left.

It couldn’t be helped. As long as there was a crowd, he could fish in muddy waters and go unnoticed. But as the numbers dwindled, any move he made would be too conspicuous and would surely draw Ji Yan’s attention. So, he had to slip away.

***

By dawn’s early light, Wang Xiu was already back in Vermilion Bird City, where he found an inn to settle into. He began to sort through his spoils of war.

There was a total of 166,000 Spirit Stones.

There were twenty to thirty treasures of the demonic path. About half of them were Magic Artifacts, and six were Spiritual Artifacts. There were also some single-use consumable items, such as a small green bottle that turned into a poison swamp when thrown, tiny needles that made a person froth at the mouth upon being pricked, and a collar that forced obedience upon anyone who wore it. The items were of all kinds. There were also some various materials.

All together, he estimated the haul to be worth at least 200,000 Spirit Stones. He had struck it rich. Indeed, robbing the rich to give to the poor was the fastest way to get wealthy.

***

Hmm? What’s this...

Wang Xiu opened the Space Ring of the Ghost King Sect’s Seventh Elder. His attention was immediately captured by a gloomy green pearl whose surface shimmered with specks of starlight.

The Soul-devouring Bead!

It housed tens of thousands of evil spirits, refined through the Ghost King Sect’s secret methods until they had become pure malevolence, devoid of any consciousness. When activated, it emitted a ghostly aura that could transform the surrounding area into a spectral domain, continuously eroding an opponent’s body and spirit. It was a powerful Demon Treasure, with might comparable to a Superior Grade Spirit Weapon.

The Seventh Elder must have spent countless years cultivating this bead. It was incredibly valuable, estimated to fetch a sky-high price of over 200,000 Spirit Stones.

This haul was well worth the effort.

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