Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 559 - 268 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)_2

Chapter 559: Chapter 268 He slept in the coffin you slept in (7800 words)_2

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「The rear mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak.」

Wang Xiu lay quietly within the White Jade Ice Coffin. Moonlight filtered through the jade, landing on his face and making his pale features glow like a flawless sculpture. A faint spiritual aura drifted around his body like dust motes in a sunbeam, creating a sense of tranquil peace.

Dugu Qingqian observed the scene and suddenly spoke. "He’s sleeping in the same coffin you once did. Would you consider that a kind of inheritance?"

Luo Binglan replied, "I lay in this coffin for ten years, which is why I reached the Earth Immortal realm before you. Why don’t you get in there and lie with my disciple? Perhaps when you come out, I won’t dare to touch you anymore."

Dugu Qingqian’s sword-like brows twitched in annoyance. What does becoming an Earth Immortal have to do with lying in a coffin? If it weren’t for those lost years, you probably would have reached this step even sooner.

Of course, she would never say such a thing out loud; it would make her seem far weaker than her rival. Even though she had never won in all their years of competition, she was unwilling to simply admit defeat.

Luo Binglan glanced at her, realizing she had misunderstood. "I wouldn’t lay a finger on my future daughter-in-law," she explained.

Dugu Qingqian froze, her gaze inadvertently falling upon the handsome face of Wang Xiu in the coffin. A barely perceptible blush rose to her cheeks as she huffed, "Nonsense."

Luo Binglan sized her up and nodded thoughtfully. "You’re right. My disciple probably wouldn’t like someone so flat."

Dugu Qingqian: "!!!"

"Luo! I challenge you to a duel!"

"Forget it. Bullying you is no fun."

"Are you scared?"

"Alright, alright, you’re right. I’m scared, okay? My disciple won’t hate you. Can we drop it now?"

"That’s not what I was talking about!"

"..."

The two continued to bicker and spar as they gradually disappeared into the distance.

Zhuo Canglang glanced in their direction, then looked down at the still-unburied Wang Xiu, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Don’t worry, Nephew. Your martial uncle is still here. I won’t let your body be left out in the open. Come on... let your uncle bury you!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Wang Xiu: "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Canglang waved his hand, and the coffin lid flew over, sealing the coffin.

...

News that Wang Xiu had been buried was impossible to hide. Soon, word spread throughout the entire Sanqing Immortal Sect.

Before dawn, a crowd had already gathered at the rear mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak. As they looked at the lone, fresh grave on the hillside, an inexplicable sadness welled up within them.

"WAAAH! Junior Brother! How could you just leave like this?" Li Zuoyue dropped to his knees without a second thought, clutching Wang Xiu’s tombstone as tears and snot streamed down his face.

"That’s right! He seemed perfectly fine the last time we saw him. How could this be so sudden... just leaving all of us brothers behind," Huang Yunchong wailed, crying his heart out as he took several sticks of Netherworld Incense from his Space Ring, lit them, and prepared to place them before the grave.

Infuriated by the scene, Ji Zidian marched over and kicked them both to the ground. With her hands on her hips, she snapped, "Are you two holding a funeral? My Senior Brother isn’t dead, he’s just asleep!"

Li Zuoyue stopped crying, stunned. He glanced at the tombstone and saw that it was indeed inscribed with: "Here lies Sanqing’s Saint Heir, Wang Xiu, in eternal slumber."

"Not dead? That’s great, that’s great!" Li Zuoyue scrambled up from the ground, laughing as he heaved a sigh of immense relief.

Everyone else rolled their eyes at his words.

One by one, they approached the grave and said a few words to Wang Xiu.

Perhaps because Wang Xiu never responded, everyone soon fell silent, still unaccustomed to this one-sided form of communication. The area fell quiet. A gentle breeze on the hillside stirred their hair and robes. Gradually, the crowd dispersed, until only Ji Zidian and Li Xuanqi remained.

Li Xuanqi suddenly spoke. "I have to leave now."

Ji Zidian was slightly surprised, but she quickly understood. As the Saintess of Mount Shu, Li Xuanqi naturally had to return to her sect. She had only lingered this long out of worry for Wang Xiu. Now that there was a resolution, it was natural she wouldn’t stay.

Ji Zidian looked at her and bit her lip. "If Senior Brother shows any signs of waking, I’ll send you a message."

Li Xuanqi paused, a little surprised, before breaking into a gentle smile. "Even if you tried to hide it from me, I would hear about it on your wedding day. When that happens, I’ll just have to come and steal the groom."

Ji Zidian’s eyes widened, seemingly shocked that the revered Saintess of Mount Shu would say such a thing. Her ample chest rose and fell as she retorted, "Don’t even think about it! I won’t let you succeed."

Li Xuanqi burst into a charming laugh, her graceful figure trembling like a blossoming branch. Even the wind seemed smitten, pausing in its course to gently lift the hem of her skirt. A few flower petals drifted over from the nearby woods, landing on her shoulders and hands.

She delicately pinched one between her fingers, then released it to flutter down the cliffside. "Now that I’m leaving," she said softly, "who knows when we’ll see each other again?"

Ji Zidian knew, of course, that the person Li Xuanqi wanted to see was not her. She remained silent for a moment before saying, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait."

Li Xuanqi gave her a small, knowing smile. She turned and disappeared amidst a shower of floating petals.

...

「The Battle of the East Sea was an event of great consequence for the entire Human Race.」

Though few had witnessed it firsthand, that didn’t stop the details from being spread far and wide.

"I heard that in the battle at Demon Sea Island, the one who turned the tide at the very end was Sanqing’s Saint Heir!"

"That’s impossible. No matter how much of a prodigy he is, he’s still just a young man. How could he possibly make a difference on a battlefield like that?"

"You’re a frog in a well! Is Sanqing’s Saint Heir someone we can possibly comprehend?"

"My master was on the battlefield and caught a glimpse of the final moments. It was Sanqing’s Saint Heir, standing atop a vast, ancient formation. He was commanding the Ancient Formation, summoning back one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits... It was a truly spectacular sight."