Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 406 - 224: Zhuo Canglang: What did I do wrong? I just want to know why you’re still not dead! (5600 words)_3
Wang Xiu walked out at a leisurely pace.
Zhuo Canglang’s gaze locked onto Wang Xiu. He stared for a long moment before finally breathing a sigh of relief. His Yang energy is pure, with no trace of having blended with Yin. I was indeed overthinking it. Thank goodness, nothing happened. Otherwise, how would I address Wang Xiu in the future? Our seniority would be completely muddled.
"Elder Zhuo, what are you talking about?" Wang Xiu asked, puzzled to see Zhuo Canglang muttering to himself the moment he emerged.
"Nothing! Are you finished?" Zhuo Canglang got straight to the point.
"We’re finished," Wang Xiu nodded.
"And the Great Ancestor?"
"She... has gone to her final rest."
"Her final rest?" Zhuo Canglang was stunned for a moment, and then understanding dawned. A look of sorrow crossed his face, and he seemed to age several years in an instant.
He patted Wang Xiu’s shoulder. "Wait here for me!"
He walked toward the valley and waved his sleeve. A flurry of snowflakes filled the sky, blanketing the entire valley.
Wang Xiu looked closer.
Those weren’t snowflakes! It was a sky full of joss paper!
"Elder Zhuo!" he shouted, realizing Zhuo Canglang had misunderstood.
But it was too late.
Zhuo Canglang strode into the valley with practiced movements, changing into a set of snow-white mourning clothes. A pair of bronze gongs appeared in his hands from out of nowhere, and he entered, clanging them together.
"Waaaah—Great Ancestor, how could you just leave us!"
"Great Ancestor, how could you be so cruel? You’ve left us, the pitiful children of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, to live all alone in this world!"
"Sob, sob, sob... What are we supposed to do now!"
"You just left, without leaving us anything to remember you by..."
"I am an unfilial disciple, unable to see you one last time! Why did you have to be buried so suddenly..."
"Oh, how I wish I could see you one more time, Great Ancestor!"
Zhuo Canglang sat on the ground beside the ice coffin, wailing his heart out. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his cries were so loud they shook the heavens, a sound that would bring sorrow to any who saw and tears to any who heard.
BANG!
Just then, the lid of the ice coffin flew open.
Snow Ancestor slowly sat up.
She stared impassively at Zhuo Canglang.
Zhuo Canglang: "!!!"
He instantly fell silent and gulped.
He leaped to his feet, his eyes as wide as saucers. Every hair on his body stood on end, and the two crows on his shoulders puffed up their feathers in alarm.
"Gods, it’s a reanimated corpse! It’s a reanimated corpse!" the black crow shrieked, flapping its wings with all its feathers bristling.
A reanimated corpse wasn’t terrifying.
What was terrifying was a reanimated corpse of an Earth Immortal Level expert.
This was an ill omen! A terrible omen!
"Who are you calling a reanimated corpse?" Snow Ancestor’s expression was cold, her silver hair whipping about as runes filled the sky. An endless gale of snow and wind swirled furiously, carrying a torrential killing intent as it descended upon Zhuo Canglang.
"Great Ancestor... you’re not dead?" Zhuo Canglang was stunned. This wasn’t right. Weren’t you supposed to die? How are you still alive and well?
In fact, she seemed even more full of life than before! The vibrant aura of life pouring off her felt more potent than his own, and he was a young man!
"I’m not dead. Are you disappointed?" Snow Ancestor’s voice was frigid. No one had ever dared to provoke her like this.
Wang Xiu doesn’t count. He’s the Kylin of Sanqing, a prodigy with monstrous talent and the hope for our future. Plus, he’s handsome, so a bit of cheekiness is permissible. I can tolerate it. But Zhuo Canglang dares to kick up a fuss? Does he really think I have no temper?
"Who the hell is disappointed? I just want to know why someone who was supposed to be dead isn’t!" the black crow squawked, spreading its wings.
Snow Ancestor’s expression grew even colder, a formidable killing intent surging from her majestic figure.
"Stop your damn nonsense! It’s a misunderstanding, Great Ancestor, it’s really a misunderstanding!" Zhuo Canglang’s eyelids twitched violently. He clamped a hand over the black crow’s beak and began to scurry toward the valley entrance.
Something was very wrong. Time to run!
BOOM!
A cascade of wind and snow descended from the sky, forming an Ice Frost Giant Hand that reached for Zhuo Canglang.
Zhuo Canglang spun around to defend himself, runes flashing around his body as he desperately tried to explain, "It’s truly a misunderstanding! Trust me, Great Ancestor, you have to believe me!"
The blizzard transformed into a roiling sea, and from its white expanse, a colossal Ice Frost Giant Dragon leaped forth.
Standing atop the Ice Dragon, Snow Ancestor’s delicate brows furrowed. "You dare to fight back?"
"How could I? When the Great Ancestor is disciplining a Disciple, how could I dare fight back?" Zhuo Canglang hastily withdrew his Mana.
The next moment, the Ice Frost Giant Hand seized him.
He was thrown high into the air.
Countless ice spikes materialized from the void, shooting toward him in a dense, rain-like barrage.
"Great Ancestor, isn’t this a bit too harsh?"
"If you dare resist, you’re finished!"
"...CAW, CAW! Help, the old hag is murdering someone!" the black crow screeched. In response, the blizzard grew even more terrifying.
***
The entrance to the valley was sealed by the blizzard, blocking all sight.
Wang Xiu couldn’t see what was happening inside, but from Zhuo Canglang’s rising and falling screams, he could make a rough guess as to what he was enduring.
Impulsiveness truly is the devil... Wang Xiu grimaced. He had tried to stop him, but Zhuo Canglang had been impossible to hold back.
The agonizing cries from within continued.
Wang Xiu did not linger. He retraced his steps, leaving the Nine Nether Prison and returning to Spirit Turtle Peak.
"Master, are you awake?" he asked, arriving before Luo Binglan’s grave and bowing respectfully.
"I am in secluded cultivation. If it is not a matter of great urgency, we can speak of it later," Luo Binglan’s ethereal voice echoed.
"It is about the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture," Wang Xiu stated.
BOOM!
The earth trembled and the entirety of Spirit Turtle Peak shook as Luo Binglan’s tomb exploded.
The White Jade Coffin shot out and hovered in the air before Wang Xiu.
"What did you say? Say it again!" Luo Binglan’s voice was thick with excitement, the White Jade Coffin vibrating along with her emotions.
"The Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture. This Disciple happened upon a fragmented inheritance of it on the Void Ancient Path. I was uncertain before, so I dared not inform you, Master. Having gained some insight these past few days, I came immediately to report to you," Wang Xiu explained.
After speaking, he activated the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture. His body began to radiate a brilliant green light, surging with a powerful life force that proved his words.
"It truly is the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture..." Luo Binglan whispered, overcome with joyous surprise. "Good Disciple, I was not wrong about you! You are truly the lucky star of the Divination Sect!"
She was ecstatic. Taking Wang Xiu in was definitely the best decision she had ever made in her life. Not only was his talent peerless, reviving the reputation of the Divination Sect, but he was also lifting the entire Sanqing Immortal Sect toward a new era of prosperity.
And now, he had even found the long-lost Imperial Scriptures!
Even a mere fragment was enough to shake the world.
Of course, the most crucial part was that with the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture, she could finally leave the White Jade Coffin and return to the mortal realm in her complete form.
Wang Xiu imparted some of the secrets of the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture to Luo Binglan. Afterward, he mentioned that he could help her achieve a quick mastery of its basics.
Luo Binglan agreed immediately without a hint of hesitation.
She had been sealed within this coffin for far too long. Her nature was that of a rambunctious demon king, and her craving for freedom could not tolerate another moment’s delay.
So what if a master needs her disciple’s help to learn a technique? Would that be shameful? How much is face worth, anyway? If anyone dares to gossip in front of me, I’ll teach them a lesson they won’t forget! As for anyone who talks behind my back, I’ll just pretend it never happened!
"Master, the coffin lid must be opened," Wang Xiu said as he took out various spiritual herbs and began preparing a concoction.
CRACKLE!
A series of sharp, crackling sounds echoed as the coffin lid slid sideways. Countless runes blazed to life, soaring into the heavens in a dazzling, resplendent radiance that submerged the surrounding space.
Finally, the light slowly dissipated.
An impeccably beautiful face was revealed, with delicate features, a high-bridged nose, and full, red lips. Beneath a long, cyan dress was a curvaceous and majestic figure, her skin as fair as snow.
Only her eyes carried a profound sense of world-weariness. Anyone who met her gaze would feel as though they were being mocked, stirring an irresistible urge to pick a fight.
A distinct, cool voice slowly sounded out.
"The curse upon me has not yet faded. Just proceed as we are."
"Very well."
Wang Xiu poured the prepared medicinal liquid into the White Jade Coffin.
Then, his hands reached inside.
