Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 443 - 235: What? This Thing Can Hit the Saint Heir? (4000 Words)_2
Another person sighed, and everyone murmured in agreement.
"The most important thing is the reward after clearing each level. It can speed up our understanding of Daoist Magic, leading to new insights into our Divine Skills. This is the most precious reward, comparable to a supreme Precious Medicine!" someone exclaimed, their eyes sparkling, having experienced that extraordinary feeling.
"It’s similar to the God and Demon Murals, but even more practical! It could be made widespread..." one of the sect chiefs commented with admiration.
The God and Demon Murals were ancient relics that only appeared within the Holy Realm. Moreover, their appearances were never guaranteed, so not every generation of prodigies who entered would have the good fortune to encounter them. Even if one were lucky enough to find the murals, those with lesser talent or fortune would still be unable to glean anything from them.
The Soul Fighting Machine, however, was different. No matter how weak someone was, as long as they spent enough time using it, the improvement in their strength was obvious. Furthermore, the Daoist Text imprinted within the Soul Fighting Machine was clear and visible, making the comprehension of Daoist Magic much smoother. Most critically, from what they could tell, the Soul Fighting Machines could be mass-produced—an advantage the God and Demon Murals could never hope to match.
"If every disciple in our Immortal Sect could use a Soul Fighting Machine, in the long run, not only would the revival of Sanqing be certain, but we could also surpass our past glory and reach new heights!" A beautiful female chief was very excited, her full chest heaving and her face flushed.
Everyone praised it sincerely, recognizing the significance of what the Soul Fighting Machine represented. It was enough to return the Sanqing Immortal Sect to its peak.
"The only regret is that the strongest power one can use in the Soul Fighting Machine is limited to the Nascent Soul Stage... Our Cultivation Levels are suppressed inside it, so we can’t use our full arsenal of techniques!" a female chief said with a hint of disappointment.
"I heard that all the Soul Fighting Machines produced by the Manipulation Sect are like this. Only those handmade by the Saint Heir can meet the needs of Cultivators at the Soul Travel Realm and above!"
Wang Xiu had only made a very small number of such high-level Soul Fighting Machines, so they had not become widespread.
"It’s already quite good... there’s no need to be greedy for more!"
"But there’s one problem," someone suddenly said with a frown. "For such a treasure, the Saint Heir set the price at only five hundred Spirit Stones. I’m afraid that won’t even cover the cost, will it?"
His words made everyone pause, realizing he had a point. No matter how they thought about it, the cost of a Soul Fighting Machine couldn’t possibly be just five hundred Spirit Stones.
"Hahaha... That just shows the Saint Heir’s incredible foresight!"
A hearty laugh came from outside the hall as Chief Gongshu Wumao of the Manipulation Sect strode in. He glanced around at everyone and said, "I’m sure you’ve all realized that if the Saint Heir truly wanted to earn Spirit Stones with this, he could sell it as a Superior Spirit Instrument. For a treasure like this, there would be no shortage of buyers! But the Saint Heir said that the original intention of developing the Soul Fighting Machine was to allow our fellow disciples to temper their own great Daos and quickly improve their strength! If the price is set too high and the disciples can’t afford it, what would be the point?"
After a short pause, Gongshu Wumao continued, "Of course, you can all rest assured. After many days of research and discussion between the Manipulation Sect and the Saint Heir, we have established a mature system! The material cost for manufacturing a Soul Fighting Machine has been reduced to its absolute minimum. Selling them for five hundred Spirit Stones won’t make a profit, but it won’t incur any losses either."
Ultimately, the most precious component of the Soul Fighting Machine was the Crystal Core Chip inside. Wang Xiu had created the chip’s material by melting down the stone that bore the God and Demon Murals and fusing it with other materials. This was then enhanced with numerous Daoist Texts. The rest of the components were secondary, and many substitutes could be found to minimize costs. A total of one hundred and eight God and Demon Murals had once been carved onto ancient stone walls hundreds of feet high, so for now, there was more than enough of the core material. By the time it ran out, Wang Xiu estimated that he would have found suitable alternative materials.
Hearing Gongshu Wumao’s explanation, everyone had a sudden realization.
Zhuo Canglang was the first to exclaim with emotion, "The Saint Heir is truly noble!"
Putting themselves in his shoes, even if they wouldn’t set a sky-high price for the Soul Fighting Machine, they would never sell it for so little. It was a veritable gold mine, enough to make even ancient, Immortal Sect-level powers take notice.
"The Saint Heir’s magnanimity is admirable!" everyone declared in unison, their words filled with sincerity and genuine respect.
However, we still need to discuss this with him later, Zhuo Canglang calculated mentally. It’s fine to sell at this price internally, but we can’t do the same when we eventually sell them to outsiders... Even if we don’t ask for a king’s ransom, we can’t let outsiders get them so cheaply.
"By the way, Chief Gongshu!" one of the other chiefs suddenly asked. "How many levels are there inside the Soul Fighting Machine?"
Hearing this question, many grew intrigued and perked up their ears.
Gongshu Wumao said, "The model you are holding has three difficulty settings—Simple, Hard, and Hell—each with one hundred levels. You can only unlock the next difficulty after clearing the previous one."
"What?"
"You can’t be serious?"
"A total of three hundred levels? And each one is harder than the last?"
The crowd was stunned. None of them were weak, yet they were all stuck in the first few dozen levels. They had thought they were doing well, having blasted through tens of powerful Fierce Beasts. But now they realized they hadn’t even cleared the simplest difficulty.
"The Saint Heir has calibrated the difficulty of each level very clearly. The level where you get stuck roughly indicates... where your combat strength ranks among those of the same cultivation realm!" Gongshu Wumao slowly explained. Then, he added with a mysterious tone, "By the way, if you wish, after clearing the Simple difficulty, you can summon an imprint left by the Saint Heir himself for a little spar!"
"Is that really possible?"
"Does that mean we can actually compete with the Saint Heir at the same realm?"
"The Saint Heir is truly confident. Does he believe he already stands at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Realm, unafraid of any challenger in the world?"
"Hah, are you joking? With a Twelve-color Nascent Soul, does he not have that right?"
"Indeed, our Sanqing Saint Heir should be just so! He stands above all others, with none above him..."
"Hearing that, I’m even more motivated. I’ll fight my way through the levels and strive to face the Saint Heir..."
"I, too, wish to experience for myself what makes the Twelve-color Nascent Soul so different!"
Everyone grew excited, their fighting spirit surging. Who would have thought they could actually fight the Saint Heir? This was just too thrilling!
"How old are all of you combined? And you’re actually thinking of competing with a junior? Have you no shame?" Zhuo Canglang raised an eyebrow, his face showing his displeasure. With that, he flicked his sleeve, turned, and left.
The others looked at each other, and a heavy silence fell over the hall.
In a flash, Zhuo Canglang was back in his palace. He then hurriedly pulled out a Soul Fighting Machine and switched it on. "Charge, charge, charge! Wang Xiu, you brat, let this old master see... just how big the gap between us really is!"
「At Thunderclap Peak.」
"What did you say? After clearing the Simple difficulty, I can battle that Wang Xiu brat?" Ji Yan was quite surprised to hear the news.
"Yes, Dad!" Ji Kunpeng nodded, handing a Soul Fighting Machine to him. "How about you give it a try?"
"Hah, what a joke! Someone of my stature, thinking of challenging my own son-in-law? What would people think of me if word got out?" Ji Yan said with an air of great integrity.
"Don’t worry, Dad. As long as you don’t say anything, word won’t get out. Nobody will know..." Ji Kunpeng said.
Ji Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you serious?"
Ji Kunpeng nodded. "Of course!"
"Hmph, you cheeky boy, trying to drive a wedge between me and my good son-in-law... You can leave. I won’t be fooled!" Ji Yan insisted, glaring at him.
"Aww!" Ji Kunpeng pouted and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Ji Yan suddenly called out. "Leave the Soul Fighting Machine! I’ve suddenly taken an interest in Puppetry Art and wish to study it!"
Ji Kunpeng was speechless. "..."
Similar scenes played out across the various branches of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Overnight, Wang Xiu had once again become the "public enemy of Sanqing."
