Cultivating with Bragging System

There are generally two ways to break free from this Formation.

The first is to use overwhelming strength to directly shatter the Formation’s restrictions and restore space to its original state.

He immediately ruled that out.

The second is to gain the Formation’s recognition, obtain control over it, and thus remain unscathed. It was just like with the Blood Soul Yingsha Great Formation; the Yinshi Evil King could stand within it, completely untroubled. Why? Because he was the master of the Formation.

Seizing control is far too difficult. Besides, if I alert those Emergence Stage experts, won’t I be in danger? But what if I just disguise myself... trick the Formation’s senses... and send a message out?

Wang Xiu felt it was worth a shot!

...

He acted on the thought immediately. Wang Xiu sat down, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes, circulating the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art with all his might. This was the most focused he had been since obtaining the technique.

This is a high-stakes game; I have to be cautious!

He was only a mere Core Formation cultivator, facing several Emergence Stage powerhouses. Moreover, although the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art was said to be able to emulate anything in the world, Wang Xiu had never tried to mimic the aura of a Formation before and felt a little uncertain.

He cleared his mind, his consciousness gradually becoming ethereal. Using the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art, he perceived the space around him, sensing the attributes and properties of the Formation that permeated it. At the same time, his Divine Sense constantly shifted, gradually resonating with the surrounding void.

His Divine Sense rose higher and higher, reaching a high place where it touched the Formation’s barrier.

HUMMM!

This feeling... it seems... possible?

Wang Xiu’s eyes lit up.

With a thought, he extended his Divine Sense further outward.

PSST!

It went in!

PSST!

It went in again!

He had pierced through two consecutive layers! A sea of clouds appeared in Wang Xiu’s consciousness. Originally, shrouded by the Formation, Wang Xiu had been unable to perceive the outside world.

But now... he could!

This method is feasible!

Overjoyed, Wang Xiu quickly retrieved three incense sticks from a remote corner of his Space Ring. He lit them and bowed three times in the direction of the Sanqing Immortal Sect.

"Master, the fish has taken the bait. It’s big and fat—and there are several of them. Come quickly!"

As he bowed, wisps of green smoke curled upward. A ripple, imperceptible to ordinary people, shot rapidly toward the heavens. Wang Xiu was quick to react. He swiftly wrapped the ripple with his Divine Sense, successfully helping it pass through both layers of the Formation before it vanished completely.

...

The trail of green smoke weaved through the void, traversing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at an astounding speed.

「Sanqing Immortal Sect. Divination Sect. The back mountain.」

The void trembled slightly. A wisp of green smoke crossed the expanse and slowly seeped into Luo Binglan’s grave mound.

"Master, the fish has taken the bait. It’s very big and fat, and there are several of them. Hurry!" Wang Xiu’s voice echoed above the burial mound.

Suddenly, a massive amount of green smoke billowed out from within the mound, blotting out the sky.

Immediately after, the entirety of Spirit Turtle Peak began to shake. Countless fine cracks spread out in all directions, with the grave mound as their epicenter. Chains of Order materialized in the void, and an endless rosy light enveloped the entire peak. Numerous disciples stared in the direction of Spirit Turtle Peak with shocked expressions, clueless as to what was happening.

BOOM!

Under everyone’s gaze, a deafening bang erupted as if something had exploded. A White Jade Coffin, at least ten feet tall, burst forth from the void. It was wreathed in dense Dao Yun and radiated countless rosy rays, its terrifying aura spreading in all directions like a tidal wave. Like an unrivaled Divine Sword or a mighty warhammer, it smashed through the void with an unimaginably domineering posture and plunged inside, disappearing from sight.

...

「Dragon Head Peak.」

A middle-aged man in a tattered Daoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, gazing toward Spirit Turtle Peak. On his shoulders rested two crows, one black and one white.

The white crow spoke in a human tongue, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! It seems that girl is in better condition than we imagined!"

The black crow cawed, "Son of a bitch! After all these years, her temper hasn’t changed one bit! She kicks up such a goddamn fuss the moment she gets out. Nearly scared this master Daoist to death!"

...

「Atop Thunderclap Peak.」

Ji Yan’s ninety-nine sons were holding a meeting. The eldest son, Ji Kunpeng, stood on a high platform, looking righteous. Facing his many younger brothers and sisters, he held a large banner aloft. "Thunderclap Peak has suffered under our old man for too long!" he declared.

"For too long, we have lived under the tyranny of Ji Yan! We have no freedom! Everything is decided by his word alone! This, I believe, you have all experienced for yourselves!"

Ji Kunpeng clutched his chest with a grief-stricken expression. "And I, unfortunately, as Ji Yan’s first son... I’ve endured him for a full eight hundred years! This dark, sunless life! I’ve lived it for a full eight hundred years! Eight hundred years! Do you have any idea how I’ve gotten through these eight hundred years?"

As he spoke, he broke down in tears.

Beside him, Ji Yan’s one-hundredth and youngest son, Ji Xiaoxiao, who was only six years old, looked at his eldest brother with sympathy. He handed over a handkerchief, cooing in a childlike voice, "Big Brother, don’t cry!"

"Good boy, Little Hundred." Ji Kunpeng composed himself, straightened his chest once more, and proclaimed, "Finally, Heaven has eyes! It has made that demon, Ji Yan, disappear! This is a revelation from the Heavenly Dao! This is the path Heaven has shown us! We must overthrow the tyrant! We must bring down our old man! We must bring down Ji Yan and forge a new Thunderclap Peak for us brothers, one that is fair and just!"

"Let me hear you applaud!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

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Moved by Ji Kunpeng’s heartfelt speech, the other ninety-eight sons of Ji Yan felt their blood boil as they clapped furiously.

Ji Kunpeng clenched his fist and shouted, "Down with Ji Yan!"

The crowd roared in response, "Down with Ji Yan!"

Ji Kunpeng yelled, "Down with our old man!"