Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 558 - 268 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)_1

Chapter 558: Chapter 268 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)_1

The night was a hazy, indistinct fog.

Atop Spirit Turtle Peak, a group of people gathered outside Wang Xiu’s courtyard, their faces etched with anxiety. The incessant chirping of birds and the non-stop calls of monkeys from the mountains grated on their nerves.

Luo Binglan, Dugu Qingqian, and other Earth Immortal powerhouses were all present.

Ji Zidian sat under a tree, her gaze fixed blankly on the tightly shut door. Worry filled her beautiful eyes, and her expression was so haggard it was pitiable.

"Don’t worry, he will be alright," Li Xuanqi said.

"Yeah, come on, it’s Big Brother we’re talking about!" Zhang Yuge added. "Even the Demon Emperor couldn’t touch him. He must just be exhausted!"

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly agreed, but no matter how one listened, it felt as though they were merely trying to comfort themselves.

They couldn’t even get close to a battlefield of that caliber. Although Wang Xiu was a peerless prodigy who far surpassed them, he was still young, and his realm had not yet reached that level. How could he possibly emerge unscathed after involving himself in such a conflict?

Especially considering the awe-inspiring might of the Ming Emperor’s final summoning array, which was so powerful it even summoned the Heroic Spirit of a Quasi-Emperor.

No one dared to imagine the price Wang Xiu must have paid.

Zhuo Canglang sat in a wheelchair. He had taken a large amount of Holy Medicine and even Immortal Elixirs to heal, and his body had regrown. However, his injuries were still far from mended. He too was here, staring at Wang Xiu’s room with deep concern.

He coughed twice, then said, "If the great-uncle master can’t do anything, push me inside."

Dugu Qingqian’s expression shifted slightly. "Senior Brother..."

Zhuo Canglang raised his hand to stop her. "The Saint Heir must not come to harm," he insisted.

Dugu Qingqian fell silent.

~ ~ ~

CREAK!

At last, the door swung open. The Snow Ancestor walked out, her alabaster face etched with exhaustion.

She looked up at the crowd and, without preamble, gave them the answer they longed to hear. "The Saint Heir is unharmed!"

A collective sigh of relief swept through the courtyard.

The Snow Ancestor added, "However, he will need to rest for a period of time!"

"How long?" Ji Zidian hastily asked.

The Snow Ancestor hesitated for a moment before answering, "At the shortest, eighty to a hundred years. At the longest, three to five hundred. It’s hard to say!"

At these words, everyone’s expression changed.

Is this what she calls ’unharmed’?

The Snow Ancestor glanced at them. "With his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, he burned his life force to forcibly complete the array, ultimately summoning a full one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits and even sending them on to reincarnation. The fact that he wasn’t drained dry on the spot is a testament to his foundation, which far surpasses that of ordinary people! If he hadn’t been protected by the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture, he never would have made it back to Sanqing. He would have perished on the road!"

In other words, even a true Saint who had done all that he did would likely be clinging to life by a thread.

Wang Xiu had truly cheated death.

Ji Zidian, Li Zuoyue, and the others were naturally dissatisfied with this outcome. They began to ask if there were any other methods, promising they were willing to try anything, no matter the difficulty.

"This is already a very good result," Ye Guhong stated.

The crowd was momentarily stunned, not understanding. Although Ye Guhong was always reserved and proud, he held a sincere respect for Wang Xiu. Why would he say such a thing now?

Ye Guhong did not explain. He merely glanced at Wang Xiu’s room, then turned and left the group.

Indignantly, Li Zuoyue complained, "What does he mean by that?"

Zhuo Canglang coughed. "Alright, everyone disperse!"

The Sect Leader’s authority was not to be taken lightly. At his word, the younger disciples immediately stopped their fussing and began to leave. Ji Zidian, though reluctant, was eventually persuaded by Li Xuanqi to depart as well.

~ ~ ~

「Inside the room.」

Wang Xiu, his eyes still closed, listened to the conversation outside, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Three to five hundred years? You might as well just bury me! The Snow Ancestor’s judgment is correct, but not entirely. Even she can’t perceive everything inside my body.

His current state was indeed precarious, but he had not completely lost consciousness.

He had the Primordial Bo Tian Scripture enhancing his physique, and its vitality had already extended his lifespan, giving him astonishing physical toughness. Furthermore, the Ming Emperor’s Prison Scripture and the Great Luo Supreme Divine Sense could act upon his spiritual world to restore his soul force.

Recovering was far less difficult than the Snow Ancestor imagined.

A year and a half... that should be enough...

Wang Xiu murmured this inwardly but did not voice any rebuttal. Instead, he closed his eyes and sank deep into his consciousness.

~ ~ ~

The courtyard outside quieted down.

The wind blew gently, swaying the crabapple tree and scattering its blossoms like white snow.

"You’ve worked hard, great-uncle master," Zhuo Canglang said.

The weariness on the Snow Ancestor’s face deepened. An unhealthy flush appeared on her pale cheeks as a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Her aura instantly weakened considerably.

The Snow Ancestor waved her hand. "The boy saved my life. I’m just returning the favor." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her injuries were more severe than Zhuo Canglang’s; they just weren’t as visible. Had she not been protected by a strand of genuine force from the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture, she would have been powerless to recover. After returning, she had no chance to rest, expending her energy to heal Wang Xiu and thus adding injury to injury.

With a hint of uncertainty, Dugu Qingqian asked, "Does Wang Xiu really need to sleep for that long?"

The Snow Ancestor was quiet for a moment. "His very foundation has been consumed to a great degree," she finally replied. "Perhaps... it may take even longer than I said."

A heavy silence fell, and they all stood there, speechless.

Wang Xiu was not yet twenty years old. The thought that he might have to sleep for hundreds of years was a cruel one indeed.

After a long while, Zhuo Canglang said quietly, "So long as he’s alive, that’s what matters."

The Snow Ancestor sighed silently. Then, as if remembering something, she said, "If we could find a treasure capable of nurturing one’s foundation, it might shorten the time."

Dugu Qingqian frowned. "Such treasures are exceedingly rare and difficult to find!"

Luo Binglan, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly opened her eyes. "There is one!"