Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 562 - 268 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)_5

A boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old looked at Wang Xiu's stone tablet and said indignantly, "How can a young hero like the Sanqing Saint Heir die so unremarkably?"

By his side, a delicately beautiful and charming girl hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about, brother? The Sanqing Saint Heir is just in a deep sleep, not dead!"

The boy replied, "Even being in a deep sleep isn't right! His story should be magnificent!"

The girl tilted her head and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

After thinking for a bit, the boy said, "At the very least, we should add a biography for him! We must record his outstanding contributions to the Human Race so that future generations don't forget!"

The girl was stunned and couldn't react for a moment. A biography... Isn't that normally inscribed on tombstones? But the Sanqing Saint Heir isn't dead!

As she was lost in thought, the sound of SWISH, SWISH, SWISH reached her ears.

The boy had already found a slab of bluestone and started inscribing on it.

His swordsmanship was decent, with quick and steady strokes. Amidst a flurry of flying stone chips, it wasn't long before the bluestone, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, was covered in writing.

"Wang Xiu, the Sanqing Saint Heir, years of birth and death unknown... Orphaned in his youth and losing his master as a teenager, he never once complained despite his lonely existence. Instead, he was filled with warmth toward everyone...

"He was low-key and humble. Despite his astonishing talent, he never flaunted it. There was even a time when he was seen as a disgrace by his peers, yet he did not defend himself... But a diamond in the rough will always shine!

"Within the Ancient Sanctuary, he led the declining Sanqing Immortal Sect to sweep across Nanzhou, subjugating one hundred and seven Immortal Sects. Countless Saint Heirs and Saintesses bowed before him, with none able to offer any resistance...

"Before the God and Demon Murals, he set a record unparalleled in all of eternity...

"He even overpowered a Demon Race Saint, thwarted the Demon Race's plots, and saved countless members of the Human Race!

"He invented the Soul Fighting Machine, changing the entire landscape of Nanzhou...

"He played a leading role in the design of Zhenmo City, a talent unseen in ancient or modern times...

"In the battle at the East Sea, with only the body of a Nascent Soul, he achieved godhood in a single fight..."

Flowing and unrestrained, tens of thousands of words were completed in a single, breathless effort, without a single pause.

The girl was amazed and said with admiration, "You're amazing, big brother!"

The boy shook his head, looking toward Wang Xiu's place of slumber. "I'm just recalling a legend. He... he is the one who created it!"

All was quiet. The evening breeze rustled the siblings' clothes, and the air was fragrant with the smell of green grass.

The boy then said, "Sister, let's offer some incense to the Sanqing Saint Heir, shall we?"

The girl's eyes were already moist as she nodded seriously. "Mhm!"

With utmost sincerity, the two lit the incense, bowed three times before Wang Xiu's tablet, and then placed the sticks in front of it.

The boy spoke with great earnestness, "Sanqing Saint Heir, if your spirit is in the heavens, please bless me! I won't disappoint you. I will definitely follow in your footsteps and become a person just like you!"

[Ding!]

[Nearby boasting detected. Congratulations, Host, on gaining Mana +25!]

With that, they left.

「Not long after.」

Ji Zidian arrived at the scene, itching with irritation. "Who was it again?! How many times do I have to say it? My senior brother isn't dead, he's just sleeping! No incense, no incense, no incense!!!"

Her voice was piercingly sharp, and thunder rumbled in the sky, creating a frightening scene.

In the mountains, the brother and sister who had just left Spirit Turtle Peak heard the commotion and quickly fled.

"Brother, did we do something wrong?"

"Nonsense. The Sanqing Saint Heir was born divine. That's the Lord of Thunder protecting him. You don't know anything."

"Oh~"

...

Ji Zidian felt helpless.

There wasn't just one stick of incense in front of Wang Xiu's tablet but a dense cluster. Clearly, far too many people had done the same thing.

She had even suggested to Zhuo Canglang that they remove the tablet to prevent such incidents.

But Zhuo Canglang's reply was, "If we don't put up a tablet to mark the spot, would you be able to accept it if those people started standing on your senior brother's head?"

The answer was, of course, no. Ji Zidian couldn't accept that in the slightest.

The idea of completely sealing off the back mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak to prevent anyone from getting close had already been dismissed. According to Li Zuoyue and others familiar with Wang Xiu, their junior brother had always enjoyed a lively atmosphere. Even in his deep sleep, he would surely not wish to be isolated from the world, cut off from the presence of people.

Moreover, when Ji Zidian and the others had first tried to isolate his resting place, Wang Xiu's coffin had rattled all night long in clear protest. Thus, that plan was abandoned.