Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 487 - 248 Shock! A Great Renaissance of Art and Literature on Demon Sea Island!_2
"Take action!" Gongyang Pu bellowed, intent on striking first to gain the upper hand.
He was extremely powerful. Although a Foreign Demon, he had lived for many years and was not much weaker than some of the younger Pureblood Demons.
Wang Xiu remained very calm, forming a seal with one hand. In an instant, the void seemed to come to a standstill.
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A moment later, news spread from the tavern that Gongyang Pu and the other well-known authors had been killed, sparking chaos. Their bodies were already cold.
There were no traces of the murderer left at the scene, which immediately triggered heated discussions among the countless demons in Three Origins City.
For Wang Xiu, this barely registered as an interlude.
After cleanly dispatching Gongyang Pu and the others, he returned to his garden and continued writing. Of course, there was an unexpected bonus. Inside the Storage Bags of Gongyang Pu and his associates was a large number of tools needed for writing storybooks, such as parchment and spirit grass paper.
That saved me some trouble!
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「Meanwhile」
A new volume of *Fighting Fire Cangqiong* appeared on the market, once again igniting the entire storybook scene of Three Origins City.
Dream Return Press printed an additional five million copies, but it was still not nearly enough. They were caught in a continuous, frantic rush to print more—a painful yet joyful state.
"Amazing! This is just too amazing!"
"Sob... if only I had a master like the protagonist!"
"I have an ancestral ring, too! I suspect the weakness of my bloodline is just a facade. There must be an old master inside this ring absorbing my bloodline’s power!"
"I smashed all my father’s rings, but I couldn’t find any old master. Now I suspect he’s hidden in the one my father wears himself!"
The entire city was buzzing, an unprecedented phenomenon. Never before in the Demon Realm had a storybook achieved such a fever pitch.
"...Argh, damn it, it’s over again!"
"You finished two volumes that quickly? Can’t you write more?"
"And it just had to end on a cliffhanger! This author is a monster!"
"Will some noble lord please find this author, lock him up, and make him do nothing but write for me!"
The plot of two volumes could be considered both long and short. Eager fans devoured it quickly. Three Origins City was instantly thrown into a chaotic frenzy as countless demons spent sleepless nights, lacking the motivation even to cultivate. Their minds were entirely preoccupied with what would happen next in the story.
「In the ancestral lands of the Earth Magic Elephant Clan」
"You still haven’t found him?" Xiang Shan asked, his expression displeased.
"Master, this Nicholas is too mysterious. Our people have tried to follow him, but he has given us the slip several times!" the Minotaur replied, aggrieved.
"Useless! What do I keep you lot for?" Xiang Shan snarled, grinding his teeth. "I’m giving you five more days. You *must* find him for me. I want to lock him up where he can’t go anywhere and just have him write books for me!"
"Yes!"
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However, this state of desperate anticipation was soon to be shattered.
Wang Xiu had realized that this pace was too slow. While it would allow his fame to grow and spread, he wasn’t doing this for notoriety. The Day of the Abyssal Tides was approaching, and his task was great.
Thus, he locked himself in his room. Unleashing his Divine Soul, he simultaneously controlled over a thousand pens, writing with astonishing efficiency.
In just three short days, he finished *Fighting Fire Cangqiong*, writing a staggering five million more words!
Once the news spread, Three Origins City exploded.
"What the hell? Did the author have a change of heart?"
"It’s not just a bunch of nonsense, is it?"
"No, I checked for everyone! The quality hasn’t dropped—it’s actually gotten better! Hahaha... it gets more exciting the further you read!"
"Oh, Nicholas, my god!"
"Awesome! So damn awesome!"
All the readers were thrilled, diving headfirst into the storybook, unable to pull themselves away.
However, few noticed that as they delved deeper into the story, reading it over and over, an invisible imprint was embedding itself deep in their hearts, from which they were becoming powerless to escape.
On the streets of Three Origins City, the numb, vacant expressions once worn by the demons gradually vanished, replaced by a brilliant light in their eyes. The practice of groveling for survival, of performing tricks for the high-ranking demon lords, became increasingly rare.
"Youth is passion, burning like fire!"
"Every demon is the protagonist of their own life! We too can live brilliantly!"
"If the heavens envy me, then the heavens themselves can be shattered!"
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「Night Emperor City」
An ancient Demon City stood at the pinnacle of the world. A dense, boundless mist of Chaos churned around it, releasing a heart-stopping demonic pressure. Terrifying Demonic Light constantly bombarded the city with shocking force.
"Honored sirs, is there anything else to report?"
In the center of the vast palace stood a Demon Race woman. Her posture was proud, her aura was glacial, and her imperious gaze radiated natural authority.
The assembled demons remained silent.
"If not, we shall adjourn for the day!"
"Reporting to the Honored Envoy!" Suddenly, a Shadow Fiend stepped forward, his face flushed with embarrassment. "There is one matter, but this subordinate is unsure if it should be reported..."
The envoy glanced at him and said indifferently, "I will be the one to judge whether it should be reported to His Majesty, the Demon Emperor. Speak your mind."
"It’s like this... a type of storybook has recently appeared in my territory and has become incredibly popular! Almost every demon loves to read it..."
PFFT!
He was not even halfway through his sentence before snickers and chuckles erupted from the powerful Demon Race experts around him, their ridicule palpable.
"Lord Shiye, are you joking with me... no, with His Majesty, the Demon Emperor? You believe a matter like this is worth reporting?" the envoy sneered, cocking her head to look at him.
"This subordinate would not dare!" Lord Shiye broke out in a cold sweat and bowed deeply. "This subordinate simply feels that this matter’s influence is widespread, and it may impact the grand plan our race is about to execute..."
"What a joke! If it could be swayed by a mere worldly storybook, could it even be called a grand plan?" The corners of the envoy’s lips lifted in a frosty smile. "It seems Lord Shiye has indeed grown old. Perhaps it is time you put that worrying heart of yours to rest."
"Yes..." Lord Shiye’s expression turned grim as he retreated.
"Very well. You are all dismissed!"
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「Meanwhile」
Within Three Origins City, Wang Xiu’s creative output was climbing at an astonishing rate.
After completing *Fighting Fire Cangqiong*, he wrote three new works simultaneously in just five days. They were *Jiulong Lacoffin*, *Emperor’s Legend*, and *Bluesilver Grass Legend*!
A total of tens of millions of words!
Originally, *Fighting Fire Cangqiong* alone would have been enough to keep these demons occupied for a long time. But Wang Xiu’s massive cultural bombardment made it impossible for them to slow down. They couldn’t resist reading, and once they started, they had to finish. They could only use their Demonic Thoughts to scan the text, rapidly absorbing the information into their minds.
"Incredible! Nicholas is the most amazing author I’ve ever seen!"
"The plot is so dramatic, and every character is so richly developed..."
Truly terrifying!
"The plots are secondary. The most important thing is the spirit within these works. It is an exquisite wine whose flavor lingers long after tasting!"
Discussions like this filled every tavern in the city. Three Origins City was thoroughly steeped in this cultural tidal wave.
Even the brothels had new requirements for the girls: they had to be well-versed in all of Master Nicholas’s works. Otherwise, they would have no common ground with the clients and would easily be spurned. This move proved to be undoubtedly brilliant. The brothels were booming again, with many customers paying a fortune just to spend the entire night discussing the storybooks with the girls. The more they talked, the more fired up they became.
"’To hold the sun and moon and pluck the stars, in all the world, there is no one like me!’ That’s so cool..."
"’Enemies who fall by my hand, I never see as opponents. I will give you time to catch up, until you are left gazing at my back from an impossible distance’... Ahhh, this is every demon man’s dream!"
"My fate is my own to command, not the heavens’ to dictate!"
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The demon masses seethed with excitement, feeling waves of hot blood crashing and surging within their chests. The brilliant idea of "rebellion" lit a lamp in their hearts. A seed long planted in their minds gradually sprouted, growing into a towering tree that reached for the heavens.
The consciousness of the demonic masses was on the verge of awakening
