Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 419 - 227: Wang Xiu’s Mouth, a Deceiving Ghost! (8700 words)_4

As she spoke, the Charming Demon’s face stiffened. An ominous premonition rose in her heart. "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiu held up the Disaster Brood’s egg. "This egg clearly contains a stillbirth," he said indifferently. "Did you really think you could use this to fool me? That I wouldn’t be able to tell?"

With that, he tossed the Disaster Brood egg to the ground as if it were garbage. At that moment, the rosy glow on the crimson egg’s surface vanished without a trace. Its runes dimmed, and a deathly aura swirled around it. Anyone could see at a glance that there was something terribly wrong with the egg.

"So that’s it! We were wondering why you were so generous! You were trying to get something for nothing!"

"The women of the Charm Demon Clan have two mouths, and you can’t trust a word from either!"

"We all traded genuine treasures for information, but you tried to freeload? Do you take us for suckers?"

In an instant, the crowd of demons erupted in fury, glaring at the Charming Demon as if they wanted to tear her to pieces.

The Charming Demon’s face turned pale, but she feigned ignorance. "Oh my, how did this Divine Beast egg turn out like this? We had absolutely no idea... In that case, I’ll immediately report this to my clan and bring another treasure for the trade!"

With that, she swayed her hips and slipped into the nearby woods to contact Demon Sea Island.

"Your Majesty, he discovered the flaw!" the Charming Demon reported, kneeling on the ground. A treasure mirror floated before her, its hazy surface outlining an incredibly enchanting figure with a statuesque form.

"Oh?" a female voice answered, so soul-stirring it could make all beings swoon and fall under the sway of desire. "A Demon Cultivator from that backwater world could spot the problem with the Disaster Brood egg?" she said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "It seems... I’ve underestimated them."

The Charming Demon asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do now? Should we offer another treasure in exchange for the information?"

The other side fell silent for a moment before the Empress sighed. "Very well. No pain, no gain."

She waved her sleeve, and countless runes flared to life as an unimaginable amount of energy burned. Myriad rare ores were sacrificed, turning into pure power as an ancient altar materialized from the void.

She placed a jar of multicolored liquid on the altar. "Take it," she lamented. "Our clan’s reserves are running low. With this jar of Precious Blood gone, our sisters will have to work hard for quite some time to earn it back..."

Her voice grew considerably weaker. Opening the altar twice in succession had left her body exceedingly frail. It was hard to say how many male consorts she would need to drain just to recover her strength.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The Charming Demon bowed. The altar flashed with a brilliant light and vanished, leaving the jar of Precious Blood hovering before her. Taking it, she quickly retraced her steps to trade with Wang Xiu.

Soon, an array of various treasures lay before Wang Xiu. More than a dozen factions had presented their precious materials and treasures, each one of priceless value. Piled together, they created a dazzling spectacle of splendor. Translucent light glittered and divine radiance swirled around the heap.

"Now, will you speak?" a powerful member of the Shadow Demon Clan demanded coldly.

"Of course," Wang Xiu said, his lips curling into a smile. With a wave of his hand, he swept all the treasures before him, including the Disaster Brood egg, into his storage. Before the other demons could react, everything had vanished.

"How dare you!"

Realizing what had happened, the demons tensed and surged forward, encircling Wang Xiu.

The powerful Shadow Demon clansman flicked his wrist, tossing out a handful of gravel that transformed into a sky full of black shadows, blotting out the sun. Countless Shadow Fiends materialized, vaguely coalescing into a Formation that sealed off the area.

A chill ran down everyone’s spines. Such a powerful being had brought out a terrifying demonic artifact, intent on slaughtering his opponent. The artifact’s might was incredible; thousands of Shadow Fiends charged forward like a stampeding army.

Wang Xiu remained undaunted. A rosy glow erupted from his back, and the phantom image of a Zhulong materialized behind him. It spat a gout of Divine Fire, which burst forth in a searing torrent. The Fire of Candleholder!

BOOM!

The Divine Fire exploded, tearing through the darkness and incinerating countless Shadow Fiends. The terrifyingly high temperature spread out, shattering the demonic artifact itself.

The crowd was stunned by his power. Such a formidable demonic artifact had been destroyed in a single blow.

"Thank you all for the gifts," a voice said. "I’ll gladly accept your generous offerings!"

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from a corner. His face was like polished jade, and he had the air of a banished immortal, a celestial being aloof from the dust of the mortal world. A faint smile played on his lips. It was a face every member of the Demon Race present knew well, one they had seen countless times over the past few days. Who else could it be but Wang Xiu?

"I’ll leave this to you," the so-called "Great Demon" said as he brushed past Wang Xiu.

"My thanks," Wang Xiu replied.

To the shock of the onlookers, the vicious and cruel demon exchanged a knowing smile with Wang Xiu. Then, the black-robed Demon Cultivator gave a sinister laugh and melted into the night, vanishing in an instant without a trace.

Wang Xiu possessed three Divine Soul Incarnations. One was in Jade Dragon Country, playing the public role. Another was in Heishui City, playing the hidden role. Meanwhile, his true self had been waiting in the shadows, ready to conclude the performance.

He had been forced to direct and star in this play himself. After all, as a disciple of Sanqing, having an informant in The Demonic Path wasn’t a huge issue. However, being a master of countless Demonic Techniques—especially top-tier inheritances that required endless slaughter to cultivate—would be much harder to explain. He had no choice but to fabricate the persona of a powerful Demon Cultivator.

Protected by the Great Void Concealment Spell, he had no fear of his identity being prematurely exposed.

...

The assembled demons stood dumbstruck, their faces masks of utter shock. They never expected Wang Xiu to appear here. And the person who sold them the information was actually in league with him? They had been duped! Completely and utterly duped!

"Don’t run! Leave the treasures behind!"

"Damn him! He’s pulling a tooth from a tiger’s mouth! We must kill him!"

"He’s simply courting death, thinking himself clever for trying to play us! You will surely meet your end here today!"