Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 386 - 219 Heavenly Tribulation’s Great Spectacle, Look Again! (6400 words)_3
The toll was also severe, especially when casting spells in rapid succession, as the Mana consumption would multiply. After all, asking the Great Dao for a favor was fine once in a while, but doing so repeatedly required a steeper price. It couldn’t always be as cheap as the first time. Most people could manage it twice at most before their power was completely depleted.
However, Wang Xiu possessed the peerless "Supreme Pointing to the Profound Chapter." His Mana quality was maxed out, his body was filled with pure Supreme Primordial Qi, and his Spirit Sea was as vast as an ocean. He could perform the feat seven consecutive times, maximizing the effect with each cast.
Even so, he had nearly reached his limit. His Mana was almost depleted, and he needed to stop and recover. But Mana was one thing, and his physical body was another. Even without a drop of Mana, he, Wang Xiu, still possessed off-the-charts combat power, fully capable of slaying demons.
He activated the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture, and every inch of his muscle became like a Magical Treasure, perfectly balanced in offense and defense, making him seem akin to a deity. Simultaneously, he discreetly activated the Heavenly Yin Demonic Refinement, absorbing the flesh and blood essence of the fallen demons to replenish his own energy. At the same time, he summoned the Heavenly Book. Golden light showered down, its myriad phenomena concealing the fluctuations of his absorption. In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiu’s Mana recovered swiftly, and he was once again brimming with vigor and power. Even his Cultivation Level had improved.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
With his Three Souls United, Wang Xiu stood proudly in the Nine Heavens, sword in hand, his aura reaching its absolute peak.
"Everyone, follow me and slay the enemy!"
Light burst from his body, and his eyes shot out brilliant beams that pierced the void. He was like a scorching sun, a tireless god of war striking terror into the hearts of the demons. At that moment, all eyes were on him. The demons trembled in fear, not daring to take another step forward.
Seeing this, the morale of the countless Human Race prodigies within Vermilion Bird City soared.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Their battle cries thundered, sounding the horn for a counterattack. They shattered the Demon Race’s formation, forcing them into a constant retreat.
The outcome was decided!
...
「Two hours later.」
The battle in Vermilion Bird City drew to a close. The demon leaders had been annihilated, and the survivors fled in all directions, scrambling for their lives. The fires of war had been extinguished. The setting sun was as red as blood, bathing the entire city in a crimson glow. Flickering shadows danced across the ancient city, making it seem like a Vermilion Bird on the verge of being reborn from the ashes, ready to let out a triumphant cry.
"Esteemed ones, please accept our bow of gratitude!" A group of the city’s defenders found Wang Xiu and the others. Their armor was battered and their bodies were covered in wounds.
"There is no need!" Wang Xiu’s group quickly stopped them.
"If not for all of you, I fear Vermilion Bird City would have faced a calamity from which it could never recover..." The speaker, the leader of the defenders, was a middle-aged man named Zhou Yi. He was at the Nascent Soul stage, his face smeared with blood and grime. He looked at Wang Xiu and the others, his eyes brimming with grateful tears, his expression still etched with lingering fear.
The war had only lasted a few days, but it felt like an agonizing eternity that had stretched them to their absolute limits. Their world had grown bleak and hopeless. Fortunately, the arrival of Wang Xiu and his companions was like a ray of dawn that shattered the darkness.
The war had passed, leaving a scene of utter devastation. Children wept, the injured wailed, and families grieved for the dead. Wounded Cultivators leaned powerlessly against walls, moaning in pain.
"Brother Zhou, please take these and distribute them to everyone for healing," Wang Xiu said, producing three Space Rings and handing them over.
Zhou Yi swept the rings with his Divine Sense and was stunned to see they were packed with mountains of Spiritual and Treasure Medicines. The three rings were stuffed to the brim. The rich, multicolored glow emanating from them was so dense it was almost tangible, seeming to flow across the ground. The essence within was so pure that a single whiff felt as if it could heal all the world’s wounds. As a knowledgeable man, he was utterly shocked.
These items are far too precious, the likes of which are rarely seen even in Vermilion Bird City. They must have been brought from the Holy Realm.
"This... I cannot accept this!" he said, horrified, and tried to push them back.
"Take them," Wang Xiu said with firm resolve. "Saving lives is the priority."
Zhou Yi stared at Wang Xiu, his hands trembling in awe.
The Precious Medicine in these rings is of incalculable value. Even for a prodigy of an Immortal Sect like Wang Xiu, producing so much couldn’t have been easy. What’s more, their trip to the Ancient Sanctuary ended prematurely, so their own gains must have been limited... Yet he’s willing to give so much to strangers! How many people in this world possess such magnanimity?
Connecting all these dots, Zhou Yi’s eyes began to redden. His lips quivered, and after a long moment, he finally choked out two words: "Thank you!"
"Here, take mine too!" Ji Zidian, moved by the gesture, also stepped forward and handed over his own hefty share of gains.
"This is from me!" Li Zuoyue added.
"Count me in..."
Wang Xiu had started a chain reaction. The other prodigies all followed his example, taking out their own gains from the Holy Realm and giving them to the city’s injured Cultivators to heal their wounds and save their lives.
"Thank you... Thank you..." Zhou Yi’s face was streaked with tears of gratitude. He took the precious medicines and hurried off to find the city’s alchemists and physicians to refine these treasures into elixirs and medicinal liquids for the wounded.
「By nightfall.」
The city remained bustling, the rich aroma of medicine hanging in the air. Large numbers of the wounded consumed the elixirs refined from the spiritual herbs. Their conditions improved dramatically, and countless people were pulled back from the brink of death.
Wang Xiu and his companions did not stand idly by. They joined the collective effort, helping Zhou Yi and his people distribute the elixirs and medicinal liquids, and even personally used their skills to treat the wounded. Afterward, they began chanting the Rebirth Mantra to guide the souls of the deceased. At the same time, they cleansed the city of the remaining remnant demonic souls.
They worked tirelessly until the next morning. As dawn broke, rays of sunlight pierced through the gloom, enveloping Vermilion Bird City in a golden radiance.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Suddenly, Spiritual Energy surged from the horizon. A purple mist drifted in from the east, stretching for three thousand miles. Then, countless beams of light rained down like a gentle shower, falling upon everyone in Vermilion Bird City.
"It’s a Merit Rain..." a Cultivator exclaimed in astonishment, gazing at the sky.
