Cultivating with Bragging System

「Inside the Ghost Immortal Blessed Land.」

After inspecting the Spirit Vein in this blessed land, Zhuo Canglang cleared his throat. He glanced at the White Jade Coffin he was carrying on his shoulder and said, "Ahem, Junior Sister Luo... now that we’ve reclaimed the blessed land, shouldn’t we discuss how to divide it?"

"A one-nine split!" Luo Binglan’s cold voice emanated from within the White Jade Coffin.

Zhuo Canglang paused. "Who gets the one, and who gets the nine?"

Luo Binglan sneered. "Do you even need to ask? Of course my Divination Sect gets the nine!"

Gong Shangyu’s refined expression froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. Zhuo Canglang was utterly stunned.

Dugu Qingqian could no longer contain herself. Staring at the White Jade Coffin with an expression of existential dread, she snapped, "You’ve really got some nerve demanding the lion’s share! Ninety percent? Why don’t you just say the whole blessed land belongs to your Divination Sect?"

There was a moment of silence from the White Jade Coffin. "That’s not out of the question either!"

"You!" Dugu Qingqian abruptly drew her sword, ready to lunge forward and hack at Luo Binglan’s coffin. "Don’t anyone stop me! I’m going to chop up this shameless madwoman!"

Clutching his zither, Gong Shangyu dodged a good distance away. "No one is stopping you."

Dugu Qingqian was left speechless.

"Ahem... everyone, calm down!" Zhuo Canglang nearly choked. A one-nine split? Was she joking? According to the rules, whichever branch recovered a blessed land for the Sanqing Immortal Sect was entitled to special privileges and preferential treatment. Its branch could exclusively enjoy thirty percent of the blessed land’s Spirit Stone yield! In the past, more than a dozen branches had to share the resources of a single blessed land, with no one getting even ten percent. Thirty percent was a considerable amount, more than enough for the disciples and Elders of a branch to live quite comfortably.

He thought for a moment before speaking. "Nephew-disciple Wang Xiu certainly deserves the most credit for recovering this blessed land, but a one-nine split is preposterous... Tell you what, I’ll make an exception... The Divination Sect can have an extra five percent!"

Luo Binglan replied, "It’s one-nine. Otherwise, you might as well kill me."

The others were silent.

Zhuo Canglang took a deep breath, his face twisting into an expression of misery. "Junior Sister Luo... you’ve been asleep for so many years. You have no idea what I’ve been going through! Our Immortal Sect is destitute! We can’t even afford to pay the stipends for the disciples and Elders! In many branches, the chiefs have to pay the disciples’ stipends out of their own pockets!

"There are over 30,000 disciples in the entire sect. That’s over 30,000 mouths to feed! Every single one needs to eat, and I’m at my wit’s end... Junior Sister, please, try to understand my situation. Consider this your Senior Brother begging you!"

The more he spoke, the more emotional he became, his body trembling as tears streamed down his face.

Luo Binglan fell silent for a moment before sighing. "Alright. My Divination Sect will take a small loss. Let’s make it a fifty-fifty split."

Fifty-fifty? The others were stunned.

Dugu Qingqian’s brow twitched. When did this madwoman become so agreeable? This is completely out of character for her!

Luo Binglan countered, "What, you’re not willing? Then it’s back to one-nine!"

"No, no, no!" Zhuo Canglang immediately finalized the deal, overjoyed. "We’re willing, absolutely willing! Fifty-fifty it is! I knew it! Junior Sister Luo may have a frosty exterior, but she has a warm heart that cares for the Immortal Sect! On behalf of the 30,000-plus disciples and Elders, I thank you, Junior Sister!"

WHOOSH!

The White Jade Coffin soared into the sky, flying out of the blessed land on its own.

Zhuo Canglang and the others stood there, watching the streak of light from the White Jade Coffin fade into the distance when something suddenly occurred to them.

"How much... did we originally say we would give the Divination Sect?"

"I think it was... thirty percent, right?" Gong Shangyu said, uncertain.

"She tricked us! That madwoman! I’m going to kill her!" Dugu Qingqian cursed, clenching her fists in rage.

"..."

「...」

The void trembled. The space at the blessed land’s entrance twisted, and the White Jade Coffin broke through, landing in front of Wang Xiu.

Wang Xiu hurried forward. "Master, how did it go?"

Luo Binglan’s voice emerged from the White Jade Coffin, "It’s all settled! My Divination Sect will exclusively take fifty percent of the Spirit Stones produced in this blessed land each year, with the remaining fifty percent going to the Immortal Sect! Furthermore, all other resources within the blessed land will be under the sole control of my Divination Sect!"

Before Wang Xiu could react, the chiefs of the other branches watching from a distance grew alarmed, their expressions changing drastically.

"What? Fifty percent?"

"You can’t be serious!"

"That’s against the rules!"

"We protest! We must protest!"

Everyone had a strong reaction. If the Divination Sect took fifty percent, the share of profits left for them would be significantly smaller.

Hearing the commotion, Luo Binglan let out a cold snort.

The White Jade Coffin instantly transformed into a towering mecha dozens of feet tall. It glared down at the branch chiefs, two massive axes in its hands, their blades glinting with a cold, sharp light.

"What’s all this noise? My disciple earned this blessed land by risking his life in the lion’s den. It rightfully belongs to the Divination Sect! You should count yourselves lucky to be getting any Spirit Stones at all, so stop your whining! If you have what it takes, go get a blessed land yourselves! If not, then shut your mouths and get lost!"

At this sight, many of the branch chiefs fell silent, pulling back their heads. A few of them, staring at the axes in Luo Binglan’s hands, seemed to recall the trauma of being dominated by her in the past and subconsciously retreated a few steps.

"Hmph, what’s the big deal? It’s just one blessed land."

"Let’s go, let’s go! This place is bad luck!"

"So many years have passed, and that tyrantess is still as domineering as ever!"

"How much longer can she act like this? The Divination Sect is down to just a handful of members. Who knows when its legacy will be severed completely!"

"Wouldn’t it be a good thing if it were?"

"..."

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Many in the crowd muttered sourly as they departed from the Divination Sect’s grounds. The title "The Shame of Sanqing" had been hung on the Divination Sect for eight hundred years. The other branches already had a poor relationship with them, and today’s events seemed to have only intensified the conflict.

A short while later, Zhuo Canglang and the others emerged from the blessed land. They were stunned by the scene outside. After learning what had happened, they could only smile wryly. "Junior Sister Luo, was all this necessary?"

Luo Binglan snorted. "They look down on my Divination Sect as the disgrace of Sanqing, yet now they have the audacity to come and demand a piece of our blessed land? It’s not that simple."

Wang Xiu looked up at the Baiyu Mech. A thought seemed to cross his mind, and his lips curved into a slight, knowing smile.

Luo Binglan was the true heir of the Divination Sect; the previous chief had been her grandfather. Even Wang Xiu, a disciple taken into the branch, had endured countless scornful looks over the years. How much worse must it have been for her? In a way, becoming the tyrantess of the Sanqing Immortal Sect was something she had been forced into. It was only natural that her relationship with the other branches was poor.

Zhuo Canglang and the others exchanged glances, their faces filled with wry smiles, before shaking their heads and leaving.

「...」

The official documents would take some time to be issued. First, Wang Xiu had to take Luo Binglan back to her grave to be buried.

「The back mountain.」

Wang Xiu worked the shovel, turning over the earth, but he seemed hesitant to speak.

From the hovering White Jade Coffin beside him, Luo Binglan’s voice suddenly emerged. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

Wang Xiu chuckled. "Ask what?"

Luo Binglan said, "For instance, why I clearly want to revive the Divination Sect, yet I insist on making our relations with the other branches so tense. Why I let an opportunity like today, which could have repaired those ties, slip away."

Wang Xiu laughed lightly. "As the saying goes, it takes more than one cold day for a river to freeze three feet deep. Mending relationships takes time, and you don’t have that luxury, Master. That’s a job your disciple will have to handle for you. Right now, every branch is desperate for money. The more thoroughly you play the villain, the easier it will be for your disciple to play the hero!"

The White Jade Coffin was silent for a long while.

Finally, Luo Binglan spoke. "As expected of my disciple. Truly brilliant."

Wang Xiu smiled. "Alright, Master, save your breath. I’m going to bury you now..."

With that, he pushed the White Jade Coffin into the grave pit, covered it with dirt, and erected a new tombstone.