Cultivating with Bragging System

The Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect had actually broken through to the Saint Manifestation Stage without anyone the wiser.

This news shocked the four Hehuan Sect Elders speechless.

When did this happen? Why wasn’t there the slightest whisper about it? What have our spies been doing? How could they miss such crucial intelligence? Thɪs chapter is updated by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

They subconsciously wanted to ask the Red Enchanting Snake Princess for details, but they quickly remembered that she had already been eliminated by them.

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On the ground, lying before the Burial Fiend King with his aura flagging, the Yinshi Evil King laughed self-deprecatingly.

Indeed... Previously, I activated the Profound Nether escape technique to flee through the void. But when the Burial Fiend King slapped me right back, I felt something was off. There was the possibility that he had simply accumulated power for too long at the Half-Step Manifestation Saint Realm and had vaguely acquired some of a true Saint’s methods. But now it seems there were none of those convoluted possibilities and conjectures. The Burial Fiend King is a genuine Saint Manifestation Stage cultivator. Moreover, judging by the stable aura around him, it’s clear he broke through a long time ago and was just hiding it. Truly, the old are always more cunning. That old schemer... he hid himself so very deep! What profound schemes and machinations!

For a moment, the Yinshi Evil King felt a profound sense of defeat. Losing to this man was no injustice.

「」

The Burial Fiend King’s figure flashed, and he reappeared at a higher altitude. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

BOOM!

In an instant, the world filled with the howling of a spectral wind. Endless ghostly energy converged, accompanied by soul-shattering wails, and formed a giant, pitch-black hand that reached for the four Elders of the Hehuan Sect and the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll.

The faces of the four Elders paled. They hurriedly tried to control the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll to counterattack, but before they could gather their power, the hand had already crossed the void and landed directly upon them.

PFFFT! PFFFT! PFFFT! PFFFT!

In a flash, all four of them spat blood. Their auras weakened as their bodies tumbled from the sky, gravely injured.

Four powerful Emergence Stage cultivators from the Hehuan Sect could not withstand a single move from the Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect.

This was the difference between the Emergence Stage and the Saint Manifestation Stage. They were as different as heaven and earth. Even with Holy Artifacts in hand, they couldn’t even begin to use them.

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The Burial Fiend King did not kill them outright. Instead, he pocketed the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll, then imprisoned the physical bodies of the four Elders. Along with the Yinshi Evil King’s body, he tossed them all into the Bloodstain Evil Array.

Then, his hand seals changed slightly. A powerful Divine Soul force surged directly into the core of the formation, erasing the Yinshi Evil King’s control and seizing the array for himself.

PFFFT!

Another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from the Yinshi Evil King’s lips. His aura grew even weaker, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Under the Burial Fiend King’s control, the power of the Blood Soul Evil Array instantly became incomparable to before. It began to devour the Essence Blood and Divine Souls of the Yinshi Evil King and the four Hehuan Sect Elders with rabid hunger. The group, already heavily injured, had no power to resist. They could only watch as the formation ravaged them, their physical bodies withering and disintegrating. Even their Divine Souls rapidly dissipated, becoming nourishment for the formation.

With the Essence Blood and Divine Souls of five Emergence Stage masters, this Great Demonic Sacrifice had become all the more significant.

Above the formation, a sea of souls, so dense it was almost tangible, floated peacefully. It was pitch-black and radiated a dark red glow. This was the condensation of all the living souls and Essence Blood devoured and refined by the Blood Soul Evil Array, now gathered in one place. Once everything within the formation was fully refined, it would soar into the heavens to complete the true sacrifice.

Observing the scene before him, the Burial Fiend King couldn’t help but smile with pride.

In the end, I am the one who has the last laugh! A bunch of foolish little rebels. You all thought you were so clever, so capable, but you never knew that everything was under my control. Compete with me? Are you even worthy? It’s true that after this battle, the Ghost King Sect will exist in name only, but so what? As long as I am alive, I can establish a second, a third Ghost King Sect whenever I wish. Moreover, I now have the Blessed Land Secret Realm. The new Ghost King Sect will be bigger, stronger, and more glorious than the last. Not to mention, I also seized the Hehuan Sect’s Holy Artifact, the Thousand Charms and Hundred Beauties Scroll! A Holy Artifact! Once I’m in the Blessed Land, I’ll spend a thousand years refining it completely. My power will soar to new heights. No matter how you look at it, I’ve hit the jackpot this time!

「」

Suddenly, the Burial Fiend King’s expression changed. He whirled around and unleashed a palm strike with all his might.

From the void, a White Jade Coffin tore through the air, charging toward him with an unyieldingly barbaric momentum.

BANG!

A violent tremor shattered the void. The terrifying aftershock immediately crumbled the surrounding earth, causing it to collapse. The ravine, already left unrecognizable by the continuous battles, was now completely flattened. Under this destructive force, the peaks on either side shattered into countless fine particles of dust and were swallowed by the rifts in space. Even the Blood Soul Evil Array was shaken by this power, its rotation speed drastically slowing as if it had jammed.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The Burial Fiend King’s figure flickered repeatedly, traversing the void more than a dozen times in the blink of an eye before he managed to dissipate the terrifying force. He clenched his hand, which throbbed with pain from the impact, and forcibly suppressed the roiling energy within his body. He was inwardly horrified, his gaze locked on the White Jade Coffin that had descended from the sky. His expression was more solemn than it had ever been.

"Who might you be?" he asked.

"Why does a man on the verge of death ask so many questions?" a detached and majestic female voice emanated from within the coffin.

The Burial Fiend King’s heart lurched, feeling as if a great mountain was pressing down on him. An intense sense of unease washed over him.

Who in the world is lying inside that coffin?

He weighed his options but wasn’t confident of victory. He ventured tentatively, "Your Excellency, I presume you have also come for this Blessed Land Secret Realm? If so, we need not fight to the death. The realm is vast, far too large for one person to use alone... I am willing to share it with you!"

Of course, it was a lie. He had schemed for the Ghost Immortal Blessed Land for far, far too long. How could he possibly tolerate someone else swooping in to reap his rewards at the moment of harvest? This was all just a temporary strategy. First, he would placate this mysterious person. Once they entered the secret realm, it would be his home turf. Leveraging the special connection between the Ghost King Sect and the Ghost Immortal Secret Realm, his chances of winning would naturally increase dramatically.

However, faced with such an enticing offer, the person inside the White Jade Coffin merely let out an icy, bone-chilling, "Heh."

"If I kill you, the entire Blessed Land will be mine!"

As her words fell, the earth suddenly trembled. The jade coffin shot into the air, growing several times larger as it ascended. Immediately thereafter, neat cracks spread across the once-flawless jade surface, breaking it into countless smaller sections that continuously broke down and reassembled.

WHIRRR! CLANK! CLANK!

The dense, rapid sound of machinery echoed in all directions. A cold, massive figure standing three zhang tall gradually appeared before the Burial Fiend King’s eyes.

He could only stare, dumbfounded.

What the hell... is this thing?

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Far away, Wang Xiu, who was watching the battle from a safe distance, couldn’t help but curse.

Fuck, a Transformer!