Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 616 - 284 Sudden Change! (6400 words)_4
Wang Xiu arched an eyebrow, puzzled. "Miss, why do you sigh?"
Zhao Qingyu's voice was soft and exceedingly melodious as she replied, "The favorable bond we worked so hard to forge has now been almost entirely repaid by you. It's such a shame, isn't it?"
Wang Xiu was slightly taken aback before smiling. "Destiny and human obligation are not the same. Once forged, how can it be so easily severed? I will remember your kindness and never dare to forget it."
Zhao Qingyu gazed at Wang Xiu, her eyes like twinkling stars. "Is that true?"
Wang Xiu nodded. "It's true."
As if receiving a satisfying answer, Zhao Qingyu smiled gracefully, turned, and departed, leaving a lingering fragrance in her wake.
Ao Canghai did not approach. He watched Wang Xiu basking in the center of attention, sulking by himself.
"Brother, look how smug that Wang Xiu is. Should we go teach him a lesson?" behind him, two of the Dragon Clan's prodigies spoke, a fierce gleam in their eyes.
Ao Canghai shot them a disdainful glance, raising an eyebrow. "Teach him a lesson? On what grounds?"
The two prodigies were at a loss for words.
Ao Canghai said, "Do you still think these are the old days, when our Dragon Clan could kill anyone we pleased? Times have changed. Now, everything must have a proper justification. Wang Xiu currently has everyone's favor, and he did indeed already tell us how to seize the opportunity. What reason do we have to act against him?"
The two prodigies fell silent.
Ao Canghai continued to sigh.
If only I had known. What was the point of keeping up appearances? If I had started boasting like them earlier, I wouldn't have ended up in such a plight. Now I've lost face and only obtained a tiny sliver of the opportunity. It really wasn't worth it. What a huge loss!
「...」
BOOM!
Just then, the great doors of the palace slowly opened, revealing a vast and magnificent pathway. Auspicious colors dotted the ground and rosy clouds steamed forth, while the stairway gleamed with the gentle luster of white jade. It seemed to lead to the legendary Immortal Realm.
A deep, ancient, and desolate aura emanated from the depths of the palace, causing everyone's heart to pound as if they were witnessing an Ancient Dragon that occupied the entire starry sky looking down upon them.
Everyone's expression changed.
"This pressure..."
"I can't breathe!"
"Could it be... the Origin of Zhulong lies within?"
As soon as the words "Origin of Zhulong" were spoken, none of the prodigies could remain seated. Their eyes shone as they rushed toward the depths of the hall, each trying to be the first.
Wang Xiu, however, remained motionless. His expression was more solemn than ever as he stared intently at the passage, his once-relaxed body gradually tensing in preparation for a fight.
Meng Ran and the others had also been about to charge forward. When they saw Wang Xiu suddenly stop, they were stunned for a moment. Then, they too sensed something, and their expressions subtly changed.
Meng Ran's face was grave as he said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly have a bad feeling."
Zhao Qingyu, her graceful figure draped in a green dress as fluid as flowing clouds, also looked concerned. "I have the same feeling."
Even Ao Canghai, who coveted the Origin of Zhulong most, did not move. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and his entire body was on high alert, ready to strike at any moment.
The terrifying aura from within the passage grew stronger and stronger.
Yu Xiaolong's eyes showed an unprecedented seriousness. "Brother Wang, should we... retreat first? This might be beyond us!"
Wang Xiu didn't speak. His eyes blazed with divine light as he stared into the depths of Chaos. He silently gripped the Dragon Scales in his hand; they were now searing hot, almost unbearably so.
After a long moment, Wang Xiu sighed, "It's too late!"
BOOM!
A mysterious mist surged from the depths of the hall like a towering wave. It was tens of thousands of feet high, sweeping across the land. Faintly visible within the coalescing mist were the shapes of dragons. Amidst the endless twilight, two red lights shone piercingly, like blood-red eyes.
Within the mist, figures could be seen struggling, screaming, and roaring—it was the Enchantress from the Blissful Immortal Sect and the others who had just rushed inside.
With a spurt of blood, a person tumbled out. Covered in gore and grievously injured, it was Li Daqiang. His great hammer was shattered. His body was mutilated, with only a third of it remaining. His life force was faint as he collapsed in front of Wang Xiu, gasping, "Run... quick, run!"
The next moment, figures emerged from the mist one after another. Their eyes were blood-red, as if they had been turned into Puppets. Radiating a wildly violent aura, they charged toward Wang Xiu and the others.
At the same time, a dense mass of figures charged them from behind. They all had bloodshot eyes and a ferocious, terrifying aura. These were the prodigies and creatures who had perished miserably on Longhuang Island. Now, they were resurrected as Puppets, controlled by some unknown power to attack the living.
Amidst the chaos, Wang Xiu caught sight of a familiar figure.
It was Wu Ming, the proud scion of the Wu Clan who had once fallen from the heavenly ladder
