Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 724 364 Bullying Wang, the Honest Man?_1

The purple-clad young girl was utterly shocked.

She knew well what the Shuiyue Cave Heaven was—a realm in no way inferior to the Buddhist Minor Thousand Worlds or the pocket universes of Taoism.

The problem was that cultivators who followed the Dao of Painting were already few and far between. Throughout the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only a handful could achieve this. The purple-clad girl knew only of her grandfather and a few of her Martial Uncles. Without exception, they were all grandmasters of the Dao of Painting, each having founded their own lineages with thousands of disciples scattered across the Nine Heavens.

This young man is so young, yet he possesses such mastery? It's truly inconceivable!

Wang Xiu's gaze fell upon the purple-clad girl. He was somewhat surprised that she could recognize the Shuiyue Cave Heaven. He sized her up for a moment, then his brows rose slightly as he looked toward the sky beyond the courtyard gate.

The courtyard seemed to have become much quieter in an instant. The people outside the gate were still densely packed, their mouths moving without pause, yet not a single sound came through. Even their faces became blurry.

Wang Xiu sensed his surroundings carefully, and his brow gradually relaxed. The corners of his mouth lifted as he said, "It seems my humble abode is truly honored today, to have so many distinguished guests arriving in succession!"

The purple-clad girl bowed and was about to speak when her fine eyebrows suddenly knitted together, a sense of alarm rising in her heart. A mass of ink-like black energy spread out from the shadows at an incredible speed. From within it, chains covered in Demon Patterns shot toward her.

"Miss, be careful!"

The void trembled slightly. An old man appeared behind the purple-clad girl, his expression solemn as he thrust a palm forward. The force of this blow surged with radiant light and dense immortal energy, clashing with the black mist and erupting with terrifying force. But the vast shockwave failed to damage the small courtyard in the slightest, as though it were constrained by an invisible force within a confined space.

"A Heavenly Demon Seal?"

The old man's complexion turned ugly as he stared fixedly at the constantly shifting black mist. "You Demonic Beasts!" he snarled. "How audacious! To dare make a move against my young mistress in broad daylight! Do you know who my mistress is?"

A sinister cackle echoed from the black mist, and a twisted Shadow Fiend slowly emerged, materializing into the form of a man with bullhorns, clad in a blood-red robe. His appearance was bizarre. His lips were blood-red, his complexion deathly pale—a truly ghastly sight. Staring at the two of them, he revealed a terrifying smile. "The little princess of Little Cold Mountain, the cherished pearl of the Painting Immortal, Wu Daozong. How could we not know of her?"

"Giggle…"

A voice so seductive it sent shivers down one's spine rang out, causing one's blood to race and heart to pound. Another figure appeared in the air, scantily dressed, with a fiery figure and large expanses of snowy-white skin exposed, radiating an ultimate, captivating charm. She laughed girlishly as her ample bosom trembled. "If it weren't for the little princess of Little Cold Mountain, why would the three of us have mobilized together?"

Hmph!

The last figure emerged, shrouded in a dense, purple-black fog. The figure was mysterious and unfathomable. It said nothing, merely letting out a cold snort, yet its aura was even more formidable than the other two, clearly at the level of a Six-Tribulation Earth Immortal!

Seeing these three Demonic Beasts, the old man's face became extremely grim. "What in the world are the guards of White Jade City doing? How could they let three Demon Emperors sneak in without a sound?"

However, at this moment, casting blame was futile. Facing three terrifyingly powerful Demon Emperors, how was he to protect the purple-clad girl behind him?

"Miss, in a moment, I'll use my full strength to try and tear a crack in this Heavenly Demon Seal. Seize the opportunity to break out and wake up Cao Xiu and Zhuang Mocheng…" the old man said urgently. Once those two were awakened, their side would also have three Earth Immortal-level experts. These Demonic Beasts wouldn't gain any advantage and would be forced to retreat.

As he finished speaking, his body erupted in light. He opened his mouth and spat out seventy-two Flying Swords. Their sword energy crisscrossed the sky, converging into a terrifying giant sword that slashed down at a point in the void. This sword possessed astonishing power, its terrifying sword qi surging forward like a tidal wave.

However, the void it struck was as solid as a fortress; not even a single crack appeared.

"What?" The old man's expression changed.

"Since we came, how could we not be fully prepared?" The female Demon Emperor laughed coquettishly. A pitch-black skull, densely covered with Demon Patterns, had appeared in her hand. It emitted a frightening aura; it was obviously an extraordinary demonic artifact.

"If not for that boy's help in keeping those two annoying fellows busy, we might not have found such a perfect opportunity!" Her eyes, dripping with charm, glanced at the composed Wang Xiu not far away. She clicked her tongue, "Such a handsome lad. You'll have to leave him to me later. I want him to entertain me properly!"

Wang Xiu wore a faint smile. He didn't respond, instead leisurely surveying the space around him.

The great battle erupted. The three Demon Emperors possessed cultivation that reached the heavens. Although the old man was a formidable and renowned Sword Cultivator from Qianyuan Mountain, he was outnumbered and quickly suppressed. Endless Demonic Qi converged into a mist, creeping toward the purple-clad girl.

The girl stood there silently, her face expressionless. Yet, her heart couldn't help but sink. They came prepared, having factored everything into their plan, including my protectors. A calculated attack against an unsuspecting target… I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape this unscathed today.

She remained silent, her hand, hidden within her sleeve, secretly clutched an object.

"I advise you to abandon any foolish ideas!" a voice, icy and chilling, suddenly whispered beside Wu Lingshu's ear.

Her face paled slightly. She turned to see the Demon Emperor shrouded in Demonic Qi had appeared behind her at some unknown point. Its features were a blur, but the mocking, indifferent curl of its lips was clearly visible.

"The Painting Immortal's Myriad Landscapes Knot certainly contains a world within, and its power is immense. But if you think you can use it to break the demonic seal we've laid, I'm afraid you'll be crushed into dust by the immense force of the colliding voids before you even escape!"

This indifferent voice, like a death sentence from the reaper, caused Wu Lingshu's pretty face to pale once more. She took a deep breath, her voice as calm as she could make it. "I took great care to keep this journey a secret. Not even my senior brothers and sisters knew about it. How did you track my movements?"

"The best-kept secrets are always betrayed by the people closest to you," one of the Demon Emperors sneered.

So, it was her... Wu Lingshu realized.

She sighed softly, as if resigning herself to her fate, and closed her eyes. For all my caution, it still wasn't enough to prevent this betrayal!

The demonic miasma swirled, about to climb onto the girl's feet. At that very moment, the Demon Emperor shrouded in Demonic Qi behind her seemed to sense something and hastily retreated, crying out, "Be careful!"

Wu Lingshu's eyes flew open. A rune on her forehead lit up like a vertical pupil, unleashing an unimaginably terrifying force from within.

BOOM!

A pillar of light shot out from between her brows, carrying world-destroying power. It instantly battered the demonic seal, causing it to tremble violently. The bull-horned Demon Emperor, being the closest, was grazed across half his body. His physical form instantly disintegrated, his shape becoming unstable, held together only by condensing Demonic Qi.

"ARGH—" the Demon Emperor shrieked, his eyes glowing with ever-fiercer malevolence. "Futile resistance! Once I get my hands on you, I'll make you taste a fate worse than death!"

Wu Lingshu's face was ashen. Her body went limp, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Her last resort had been used. Unfortunately, it still wasn't enough to break the stalemate.

Just then, a figure slowly walked to stand in front of her. With a smile that wasn't quite a smile, he spoke. "I say… killing people in my courtyard… are you trying to push your troubles onto me? I may be a scholar, but I'm not one to be trifled with. Everyone, you've gone too far!"