Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 447 - 236 Dugu Qingqian: Wang Xiu, you little thief, how dare you humiliate me again and again? (8200 words)_4
"Uh..." Li Zuoyue wore a strange expression, his eyes clearly saying, *You really expect me to believe that?*
Dugu Qingqian grew even angrier, her chest heaving slightly. "What? You don’t trust your Master? Fine! Let me show you what the true ultimate technique of our Sword Sect really is!"
"Master, there’s really no need!" Li Zuoyue tried to dissuade her.
But Dugu Qingqian wouldn’t listen. She snorted coldly and entered the Soul Fighting Machine again. This time, she composed herself completely, concentrating her mind and spirit, no longer allowing herself to be swayed by anger.
Wang Xiu’s Sword Scripture may be at the perfected stage, but my Sword Dao is at the same level! Our understanding of the scripture is on par, but I have several hundred more years of combat experience than he does... The advantage is mine!
She contemplated this and chose to issue another challenge.
"Your strength may be formidable, but challenging me is another matter. Are you truly prepared?" Wang Xiu appeared once more, his demeanor as calm and gentle as before, a smile on his face.
"Cut the crap! Draw your sword!" Dugu Qingqian said coldly, unsheathing her blade. Its sword aura seemed to pierce through the sun, moon, and stars in a magnificent spectacle.
Wang Xiu’s white robes fluttered slightly as he met her head-on without a shred of fear.
Three breaths later.
The world in Dugu Qingqian’s eyes faded to gray once more.
[Challenge Failed!]
[Duration: Three and a half breaths!]
Dugu Qingqian: "..."
"I don’t believe it! Again!" she roared, clenching her fists as she initiated the challenge once more.
"Your strength may be formidable, but challenging me is another matter. Are you truly prepared?"
"Enough talk, make your move!"
"..."
[Challenge Failed!]
[Duration: Three breaths!]
"Again!"
"You are..."
"Bring it!"
[Challenge Failed!]
...
"Continue!"
"..."
[Challenge Failed!]
...
"Don’t stop!"
"..."
[Challenge Failed!]
...
"If you’ve got the guts, kill me today!"
"..."
[Challenge Failed!]
...
Dugu Qingqian launched challenge after challenge, each defeat more decisive than the last. Li Zuoyue watched from the side, unable to bear the sight, shaking his head and sighing.
Oh, Master, Master, why did you have to butt heads with Junior Brother Wang Xiu? This is so irrational!
Witnessing the proud and peerless beauty Dugu Qingqian, who was usually like a fairy from Guanghan Palace, in such a miserable state made Li Zuoyue’s scalp tingle and a shiver run down his spine. He secretly decided that he would never challenge Junior Brother Wang Xiu.
It’s just too damn brutal! And I definitely don’t have a masochistic streak!
An unknown amount of time passed.
Dugu Qingqian walked out of the palace with Li Zuoyue’s help. She was drenched in sweat, her face pale, her breathing ragged, and her legs were wobbling as she walked. When a Cultivator uses the Soul Fighting Machine, they must inject a wisp of their Divine Soul’s power into it. Dying inside the machine causes fatigue and depletes one’s soul power. However, the Divine Soul could be quickly replenished with proper rest. A good night’s sleep was often all that was needed.
For an expert at the Saint Manifestation stage, their Divine Soul was unimaginably powerful, not at all like that of an ordinary person. However, even that couldn’t withstand Dugu Qingqian’s relentless and unrestrained attempts. She must have challenged the machine tens of thousands of times without any cooldown, starting a new round the instant one ended.
Yet the outcome never changed. It was just an endless cycle of Dugu Qingqian being battered by Wang Xiu in every way imaginable, pinned to the ground and utterly dominated in all kinds of positions. By the end, Dugu Qingqian had gone numb. Her eyes were lifeless, and she wore a look of utter despondence, mindlessly shouting, "Continue," "Again," and "Don’t stop!"
Watching her, even Li Zuoyue began to feel sorry for his Master.
"Master... you should get some rest!" Li Zuoyue escorted her back to her chambers. He wanted to offer some words of comfort but had no idea what to say.
Should I say that even though you were beaten by Junior Brother Wang Xiu tens of thousands of times, you’re still the invincible Master in my heart? With Dugu Qingqian’s pride, if I said that, I could forget about her ever looking at me kindly again for the rest of my life!
Li Zuoyue still had that much emotional intelligence.
"Do not speak of what happened tonight to anyone," Dugu Qingqian suddenly said, her voice somewhat hoarse.
"Rest assured, Master! I’ll act as if I didn’t see a thing about you being thrashed by Junior Brother Wang Xiu. I’ll never speak a word of it!" Li Zuoyue declared earnestly, patting his chest.
Dugu Qingqian: "..."
「Dragon Head Peak.」
In his bedchamber, Zhuo Canglang rubbed his waist. Sporting heavy bags under his eyes, he massaged his dizzy temples and struggled to his feet.
This kid... is just too tough to handle!
"What’s wrong with you?"
A cold voice suddenly emerged, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. Delicate and stunning snowflakes began to form out of thin air. From amidst the swirling snow, the Snow Ancestor walked out slowly, her waterfall of white hair dancing wildly around her like a fairy of the snows.
"Great-Grandmaster, you’ve come out of seclusion?" Zhuo Canglang was pleasantly surprised and hurried to greet her. "Are you alright?"
"The most critical danger has passed. I haven’t been out in many years, so I thought I’d take a walk," the Snow Ancestor said evenly, her crystalline skin seeming to glow.
"You’re injured? What happened?" Suddenly, the Snow Ancestor’s brow twitched as she studied Zhuo Canglang closely.
"No, no, no, it’s not an injury!"
"It indeed is not an injury. So why is your Divine Soul so weak?" the Snow Ancestor asked slowly, her eyes shining with a celestial light, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"Er... about that!" Zhuo Canglang’s gaze darted about, his eyes spinning as he struggled to find an explanation.
I certainly can’t admit I spent all night challenging Wang Xiu, only to get beaten to a pulp every single time, can I? I might have a thick skin, but I’m not completely shameless!
But the Snow Ancestor’s perception was sharp. Her gaze swept over the room and quickly landed on the Soul Fighting Machine. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What is this?"
Before Zhuo Canglang could respond, the Snow Ancestor had already drawn the device into her hand. Helpless, he had no choice but to tell her the truth.
"Heh... you’re really regressing with age! To be so humiliated by a junior from the sect... and you still have the face to speak of it!" the Snow Ancestor mocked mercilessly, causing Zhuo Canglang’s old face to flush with embarrassment.
