Cultivating with Bragging System

The sudden change stunned everyone.

All eyes snapped in the same direction. They saw a small, childlike figure slowly walking out of the rift torn open by the Yinshi Evil King. He looked like a child of seven or eight. If one ignored his unnaturally ashen-blue skin, he was actually quite adorable. However, his eyes of stark black and white held an abnormal eeriness. A purple sigil was branded on the center of his brow, making his aura even more strange and unpredictable, as if he were shrouded in mist.

The Yinshi Evil King was prostrate on the ground, staring at the child with a look of terror in his eyes. "It’s you! How can you be here?"

His expression was one of pure horror, his mind a complete blank. The child before him was none other than the Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect!

The Burial Fiend King!

...

Far away, high up in the sky, the four Great Elders of the Hehuan Sect were also stunned by the Burial Fiend King’s appearance. As their eight eyes met, they all felt a shared sense of wariness and disquiet. Many years ago, the Burial Fiend King was already a powerhouse at the peak of the Emergence Stage. A Half-Step Manifestation Saint! He was altogether more powerful than them.

Of course, now that they had joined forces and possessed a Holy Artifact like the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, they certainly had nothing to fear. But as the situation kept changing, a deep sense of unease bloomed in their hearts.

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They had thought they were the mantis and the Yinshi Evil King was the cicada. But now... the situation had subtly slipped beyond their control.

...

"Why? I clearly killed every last spy you planted around me!" the Yinshi Evil King’s eyes were filled with confusion, his voice thick with fear.

The Burial Fiend King replied, his eyes impassive, "Is that so? Then do you remember when you started discovering the spies this venerable one planted?"

The Yinshi Evil King froze for a second, then his pupils shrank. Clearly, he had realized something.

The Burial Fiend King continued, "Those people gathered around you the moment you joined the Ghost King Sect. They had been loyal to you for hundreds of years, never committing a single transgression... But from the moment you discovered this Blessed Land and returned to the Ghost King Sect, you started noticing flaws in their words and actions! Did you never consider that it wasn’t a coincidence?"

Fear suddenly flashed in the Yinshi Evil King’s eyes. "It was you..."

A slight smile touched the corners of the Burial Fiend King’s mouth. "Correct. I was the one who had them deliberately show you those flaws!"

His voice trembling, the Yinshi Evil King asked in confusion, "Why would you do that?"

The Burial Fiend King looked at the sky with his hands behind his back and sighed. "There are some things I am not suited to do, but someone must do them! And I understand you."

Because he understood the Yinshi Evil King, he knew exactly what would happen. Once the Yinshi Evil King was sure his position was temporarily safe, his ambition and obsession would certainly drive him to take a desperate risk.

The Yinshi Evil King’s eyes were vacant, as if lost in memory. "No wonder. No wonder everything went so incredibly smoothly after I discovered this Blessed Land... When I went to the Scripture Pavilion, I easily found the ancient texts detailing how to control the Blessed Land Secret Realm! I wanted to use the power of the Great Demonic Sacrifice, and the very next day, you handed over complete authority for this one to me! So it turns out..."

He didn’t say any more. Despair and coldness filled his eyes as he sneered at the Burial Fiend King, "What a Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect! To think you would sell out every disciple and elder in the entire sect for a Blessed Land... How like you!"

The Burial Fiend King looked at him coldly. "You killed the people. You controlled the Blood Sacrifice Formation. You found the Blessed Land, and you presided over the Great Demonic Sacrifice. What does any of that have to do with this venerable one? My only failing was not arriving in time to save the people of my sect. Now, I can only kill you, the traitor, to cleanse our ranks! That is all!"

Hearing the Burial Fiend King’s words, the Yinshi Evil King’s ugly face flushed crimson. A surge of blood welled up, and unable to hold it back, he sprayed it out, his aura withering to its absolute limit.

Ridiculous! How utterly ridiculous! It was all too laughable! I thought I was a child of destiny. I believed all of this was a reward for the suffering in the first half of my life. To think that in the end, I was nothing but a blade in someone else’s hand!

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"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a show!"

The void trembled slightly. The four Hehuan Sect Elders controlled the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, moving it to a position above the two men’s heads.

One of them chuckled charmingly, "I never thought the piddling Ghost King Sect was hiding so much filthy scheming. It has truly been an eye-opener for me!"

The Burial Fiend King slowly raised his head. Watching the thousand young women dance in the void, a smile touched his eyes. "The Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, the Holy Artifact of the Hehuan Sect. It truly lives up to its reputation! Snake Ji, you did wonderfully!"

At his words, everyone’s expression changed.

They all whipped their heads around to stare warily at the Red Enchanting Snake Princess. Several terrifying auras of the Emergence Stage locked onto her instantly. Combined with the pressure from the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, a chill ran through the Red Enchanting Snake Princess’s delicate body, and her face went pale.

"I didn’t! Don’t listen to his nonsense! I’ve done absolutely nothing to betray the Hehuan Sect, you have to believe me..." The Red Enchanting Snake Princess was in a complete panic, desperately trying to defend herself.

But the four Elders didn’t listen to her explanation at all.

They shattered her physical body and sucked her spirit into the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll to be imprisoned!

After they were finished, the Burial Fiend King’s voice drifted over. "She wasn’t lying. She really didn’t do anything to betray the Hehuan Sect. It’s simply that this venerable one left a little something in her body, that’s all!"

Hearing this, the four Elders’ expressions turned incredibly grim.

Since the Burial Fiend King’s appearance, the situation had completely spiraled out of their control.

This feeling of being led by the nose was awful!

"Hmph! No matter how cunning you are, today... you will not escape death!" one of the Hehuan Sect Elders said coldly. "Before the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, anyone below the Manifestation Stage is nothing but an ant!"

The moment the words were spoken, the four simultaneously executed the Hehuan Sect’s secret technique.

A thousand female figures once again materialized in the void. Their figures were graceful, their dancing captivating. The auras of the figures connected to one another, forming a celestial net that arrayed itself in the void.

RUMBLE!

In an instant, a magnificent and terrifying wave of energy descended from the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, turning into a tidal wave of power that cascaded down from the heavens, as if to bury everything between heaven and earth.

...

The power of a Holy Artifact was terrifying. Even though the four Emergence Stage Elders of the Hehuan Sect could only unleash a fraction of its true power, it was still earth-shattering.

They hadn’t lied. In the face of this destructive force, anyone below the Manifestation Stage was an ant. There was no possibility of resistance! Even a Half-Step Manifestation Saint would not have the slightest chance!

Faced with power that could destroy heaven and earth, the Burial Fiend King still stood with his hands behind his back, an uncanny purple light flashing in his indifferent eyes.

He slowly extended a finger.

That small, slender finger was tinier than a grain of sand compared to the torrent of energy that seemed capable of burying the entire world.

But as he pointed, the entire void fell still. All the destructive energy froze in midair, as if time and space had stopped.

Then, CRACK!

With a crisp sound, a fissure opened in the void. It was followed by an incessant series of CRACK! CRACK! sounds as the entire space fractured like a mirror, the cracks spreading endlessly.

The terrifying power released by the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll was completely devoured by this massive spatial rift.

The Burial Fiend King still stood there, his robes fluttering slightly, completely unharmed.

His face still looked youthful, like that of a seven or eight-year-old child. But the way the four Elders looked at him had changed completely.

Fear, horror, confusion, disbelief!

"Manifestation Saint!"

"You’re actually at the Manifestation Stage!"

"How is that possible?"