Cultivating with Bragging System

That was something that could not be explained by mere talent. This person held a great secret!

The ground below was utterly silent.

Zhou Tong, who had just been suppressed and was still raving like a mad dog, also shouted, "Junior Ancestor!" and then obediently fell silent.

Everything was unnervingly quiet.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed no one dared to look directly at that figure, as if it were the most dazzling sun.

Wang Xiu was the sole exception.

He looked at the figure before him—the Taixu Junior Ancestor, adored by countless prodigies of the Holy Realm—and nodded silently. A truly peerless prodigy.

Using the Supreme Sensing Chapter to read his aura, Wang Xiu perceived that although this was just a phantom projection, it emanated an incredibly dazzling light, like a great sun.

He had never sensed anything like this from any prodigy before. Even Zhang Yuge, who had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, was a far cry from this. Ji Zidian and Li Xuanqi, with their Sacred Bodies, might be comparable if their cultivation realms were higher, but this was not merely a gap in cultivation. It was something indescribable.

As if sensing his gaze, the figure in the sky slowly turned. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked toward Wang Xiu.

The moment his gaze fell upon them, everyone tensed up.

Li Zuoyue and the others felt their scalps tingle. A chilling, unprecedented sense of crisis washed over them, and they instinctively grasped their Magical Treasures. They wanted to step forward, but found their bodies had gone rigid.

"Don't be nervous," Wang Xiu said with a gentle smile, patting them on the shoulder.

A warm current flowed from his touch, and their tension immediately dissipated. They gasped for breath, but their expressions remained grave.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Wang Xiu calmly walked to the front of the group. He clasped his hands in a salute to Ye Guhong and said, "Brother Ye, I have long admired your name!"

Ye Guhong didn't speak. Instead, he stared at Wang Xiu, examining him for a long moment. In his eyes, as tranquil as an ancient well, invisible ripples began to spread. Suddenly, his eyebrows lifted in apparent surprise.

"I look to the future and see only chaos. I look back at the past, and there is only nothingness behind you. Who are you?"

His voice was ordinary, that of a normal youth. Yet, it carried an indescribable majesty that made one subconsciously want to submit.

Wang Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly. He replied, neither subservient nor arrogant, "Brother Ye, you must be joking. I am just an ordinary disciple of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. How could I be as mysterious as you describe?"

"Interesting," Ye Guhong murmured, a sudden smile gracing his lips.

Seeing this, all the prodigies present were stunned. Chu You and the others trembled as if they had seen a ghost. The Junior Ancestor smiled!

They had followed the Junior Ancestor since they were children and had never once seen him smile, not even when facing Luo Hongyi, whom he held in high regard. It was as if his mind was burdened with countless matters, as if no one in this world was worthy of witnessing his emotions change.

And yet, now, he had actually smiled! So the Junior Ancestor knows how to smile?

"Ye Guhong," he said, introducing himself.

"Wang Xiu," Wang Xiu replied, momentarily stunned.

"Where are you from?" Ye Guhong asked.

All the surrounding prodigies were also taken aback. What in the world is going on? Did the Taixu Junior Ancestor really appear just to... make small talk? Not to cause trouble?

"Uh... I'm an orphan, but my ancestral home should be in Dragon Pass." Although he was confused, Wang Xiu had always been an excellent judge of character. Ye Guhong didn't seem to bear him any malice, so a little chat couldn't hurt. Besides, he was good at it.

"Dragon Pass..." Ye Guhong's eyes narrowed slightly as if in recollection. "The Dragon Pass in Xiyue?"

Wang Xiu was surprised. "Brother Ye, you're so familiar with the geography of the outside world?"

Xiyue was a small kingdom under the jurisdiction of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, and Dragon Pass was just an obscure little town, difficult to find even on a map. Yet Ye Guhong had named it without hesitation. It was astonishing.

Ye Guhong didn't answer the question, instead continuing, "How old are you? Are you married?"

Wang Xiu's expression grew even more peculiar. This conversation style is so odd. It feels less like talking to a peer and more like speaking with an elder.

"I just turned fifteen. Not yet."

"Fifteen... that is a bit early, but no matter," Ye Guhong said, his next words astonishing. "My junior sister here is quite presentable. If you aren't averse, you can take her with you. She may fall short of being a primary wife, but she would be a perfectly suitable concubine."

Chu You began to tremble violently. She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes filled with terror. "Junior Ancestor?" What is happening? How did I get offered up in the middle of a conversation?

Ye Guhong glanced back at her. His expression was placid, but his gaze made Chu You feel as if she had plunged into an abyss. She hastily lowered her head, not daring to utter another word.

The corner of Wang Xiu's mouth twitched. He shook his head and said, "I appreciate the kind offer, Brother Ye, but I must decline."

"Not to your liking?" Ye Guhong raised an eyebrow, then answered his own question. "That's understandable. I can see you are not lacking for female companions, and their aptitudes are all exceptional—far superior to Chu You's. Ah well, I won't trouble myself with it then..."

As he spoke, he turned, his figure growing ethereal and on the verge of fading away.

"Junior Ancestor!" a prodigy beside Chu You suddenly called out. "Zhou Tong is still in their hands!"

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten." Ye Guhong paused. With a wave of his hand, a massive palm seal tore through the void and pressed down. Runes filled the sky, carrying a cataclysmic and irresistible power.

The prodigies scrambled back. Ye Guhong was simply too powerful; even this casual strike filled their hearts with terror.

"AHHH—"

A scream echoed as the runes on the ground were annihilated. A shattered Nascent Soul escaped from the seal.

It was Zhou Tong. He looked at Ye Guhong, his face a mask of incomprehension, as he knelt and pleaded, "Junior Ancestor, what have I done wrong? Why are you punishing me like this?"

Ye Guhong's face was impassive, like a supreme emperor wielding the power of life and death. "As a member of the Human Race, you instigated internal conflict, attempted to murder fellow prodigies, and damaged the very foundation of our people. For that, death is too good for you."