Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 397 - 222: The Past of Sanqing! Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture! (5800 words)_1
A great man once said, "One cannot step into the same river twice."
Wang Xiu had never expected that the same awkward situation could happen to him twice in one day. The esteemed Head of Spirit Turtle Peak was actually kicked out of the group chat by the Sanqing leadership at some unknown time. Who can I even reason with about this?
Having lain in her coffin for so many years, Luo Binglan’s reactions were a little slow, but only a little. Eventually, she realized what was happening. The coffin lid CLANGED AND RATTLED as she tried to burst out and have a word with Zhuo Canglang.
"Master, don’t move! I’ll... I can handle it!" Wang Xiu hurriedly sat on the coffin lid, pressing her back down.
He looked at Luo Binglan’s coffin, then glanced at the large pit in the ground. After thinking it over, he decided to rebury her. There’s still some time before the Saint Heir’s coronation ceremony, and I can’t just leave her out here exposed to the wind and rain. It’s inappropriate. Besides, it doesn’t look good. At first glance, one might think the grave was robbed. Spirit Turtle Peak has gotten busier recently, too. If a junior sister with a poor sense of direction wandered over here and got a fright, word might spread that the peak is haunted. That would be terrible. All the popularity I’ve worked so hard to build up could easily scatter.
He reburied the coffin, filled the grave with soil, tamped it down firmly, and re-erected the tombstone. He then took out some fine-looking spiritual plants and herbs and planted them on Luo Binglan’s grave mound. Instantly, the area radiated with a myriad of colors and a rosy mist, suffused with a dense spiritual energy that surged like a tide. The surrounding space dazzled splendidly. The previously unsettling, solitary grave suddenly became a brilliant, resplendent sight. If he invited Qin Guangling over to play a tune and brought along three or five friends, they could probably even dance here.
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After settling Luo Binglan in, Wang Xiu returned to his courtyard. He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to organize his recent gains and solidify his Cultivation Level.
His trip to the Holy Academy had been incredibly fruitful. Besides the several top-tier inheritance techniques the System had yielded, his gains within the Holy Realm itself were substantial. He had acquired a large amount of spiritual herbs, Precious Medicine, minerals, and various other rare heavenly and earthly treasures. He also had all sorts of precious implements, Magical Treasures, and Void Stones. Each one was priceless. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Of course, these were all external items. For Wang Xiu, the most important rewards were undoubtedly the Ancient Dragon Scale and the page from the Heavenly Book he had obtained from the God and Demon Murals.
The Ancient Dragon Scale still hung from his neck. It had once blocked an attack from a Saint, becoming dull in the process. Over the past few days, however, it had gradually regained its luster. The spiritual patterns faintly re-emerged, and it once again showed a glimmer of its former divine might. The Ancient Dragon it came from had mysterious origins and formidable strength. Though it had perished for countless ages, its corpse still possessed a terrifying power. Wang Xiu always lamented that the Ancient Dragon hadn’t left behind a complete remnant soul, only a wisp of a shattered spirit, making it difficult for him to learn any secrets of the ancient past.
He played with the Dragon Scale. It felt cool to the touch, emitting a faint luster that seemed to pulse like a breath. There must be other mysteries within this Dragon Scale that I have yet to fathom!
So far, Wang Xiu had discovered that the runes on the scale contained the Divine Skill, Flame of Bearing Candle. He had only managed to comprehend a part of it, yet its power was already terrifying, enough to make a Great Ability at the Emergence Stage retreat and not dare to face it head-on. If he could cultivate it to perfection in the future, he might truly be able to conjure the legendary Zhulong Divine Fire, a flame that could incinerate the heavens, boil the seas, and burn through anything.
Then there was the Heavenly Book. This object’s origin was even greater, composed of one hundred and eight golden Daoist Texts. Each Daoist Text seemed to represent a unique path of a Divine Skill. They were not Divine Skills themselves but something more primal, as if they contained the true meaning of the Great Dao. They could be applied to any spell or Divine Skill, greatly multiplying its power. Comprehending these Daoist Texts deepened Wang Xiu’s own understanding of runes and the Dao, continuously building his foundation. When Wang Xiu cross-referenced these insights with the techniques he had already perfected, he found they complemented each other in a profoundly wondrous way.
Wang Xiu was immersed in this state, unable to pull himself away as he continued his meditation. Right now, Nanzhou appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath. The next great battle could erupt at any time, so raising his strength as quickly as possible was the only sure path forward.
「Several days later.」
Wang Xiu’s Communication Token vibrated. Zhuo Canglang had sent a message, asking him to come to Dragon Head Peak for a very important matter.
Soon, he arrived at Dragon Head Peak.
Zhuo Canglang stood with his hands clasped behind him. Dressed in a tattered Daoist robe, he overlooked the sea of clouds with a weathered expression, giving off an air that was detached, yet not completely so.
"Greetings, Sect Leader-Uncle!" Wang Xiu bowed.
"You’re here? Follow me," Zhuo Canglang said, his mood seemingly low. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped straight off the thousand-fathom cliff, plunging into the sea of clouds below.
Slightly surprised, Wang Xiu immediately followed.
The sea of clouds rushed upward past them, and the scenery on either side blurred. Wang Xiu felt his rate of descent was unnatural, as if an invisible abyss below was exerting a terrifying pull. The surrounding light quickly dimmed. The space here grew dark and turbid, filled with a Chaos mist that obstructed sight and senses. Though it was broad daylight, it felt like the dead of night.
After a long while, they finally reached the bottom. The ground underfoot was soft and muddy. A path snaked forward, disappearing into the pitch-black mountain wilderness, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be a deep and gloomy cave.
The deeper they went, the more a bone-chilling coldness surged into their hearts, enough to make their hair stand on end. Ghostly winds howled, faintly mixed with wails of sorrow and agonizing screams. This place felt like an ancient, forsaken land where unimaginable beings had once been tormented and had met their deaths.
