Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 432 - 232: The Storm is Approaching! Preparation for Battle Begins! (8000 Words)_3

Chapter 432: Chapter 232: The Storm is Approaching! Preparation for Battle Begins! (8000 Words)_3

However, it was undeniable that without him, the Sanqing Immortal Sect would have struggled to emerge from the predicament of those years.

Wang Xiu accepted the token with both hands. It was ancient and contained a profound Dao Yun. A rosy light flashed from it and then vanished.

Even the token itself was an extraordinary treasure, to say nothing of the Sanqing Treasury.

But at this moment, Wang Xiu felt no excitement about the approaching riches. Instead, his heart grew heavy, as if the token in his hands was as weighty as a mountain.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Xiu suddenly spoke. "Martial Uncle, I suggest that from this day forward... the excavation of all spirit stone veins within the Immortal Sect proceeds without limits on speed or quantity. The primary goal should be to acquire the most spirit stone resources in the shortest time possible!"

Zhuo Canglang sized him up. "Have you thought this through?"

Previously, the Sanqing Immortal Sect’s excavation of its various spirit stone mines had always followed one principle: to be as fast as possible without damaging the veins’ long-term productivity. If the excavation rate far exceeded the rate at which the spirit stone veins regenerated, it was akin to draining a pond to catch all the fish. Such veins would inevitably be exhausted.

Wang Xiu’s proposal was essentially to sacrifice the future of the veins in exchange for enough resources to be used now.

This was naturally detrimental to the Immortal Sect’s long-term development.

But the current situation was far from optimistic. Once the Demon Race returned, the Sanqing Immortal Sect would face a struggle far more arduous and bitter than ever before.

To put it bluntly, with one misstep, the Sanqing Immortal Sect could be erased from existence, just like Jiuli Cave Heaven in the past.

After all, the Demon Race and Sanqing were old adversaries.

Especially after the storm Wang Xiu had recently stirred up. He had drawn so much of their hatred that if war broke out, the Sanqing Immortal Sect would undoubtedly be the primary target.

Under these circumstances, considering the long term was meaningless. Survival was all that mattered.

"This disciple has thought it through completely!" Wang Xiu declared decisively.

"In that case, we will do as you say!" Zhuo Canglang looked at Wang Xiu, his satisfaction growing the longer he watched.

The Ghost Immortal Blessed Land on Spirit Turtle Peak was relatively new and rich in resources. Its spirit stone veins were also young, holding a promising future. The resources of an entire small world—how immense was that? This matter directly concerned Wang Xiu’s own interests. Most people would find it hard to be so resolute. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

For Wang Xiu to make such a decision could only mean one thing... he had not misjudged the young man.

With a Saint Heir like this... Sanqing... has hope!

***

「Several days later.」

Under Zhuo Canglang’s guidance, Wang Xiu once again entered the Hidden Sect to extend the lives of two other Earth Immortal ancestors. Wang Xiu had already done this twice before, so he was familiar with the process and performed it with ease.

「Seven days later.」

Amidst the peaks of the Hidden Sect, two vibrant life forces erupted. Vital energy soared to the heavens, runes filled the air, radiant light dazzled, and a divine splendor veiled the firmament.

Wang Xiu’s face was slightly pale, but he looked back with a smile before departing from the Hidden Sect.

***

After returning to Spirit Turtle Peak, Wang Xiu immediately entered a three-day seclusion to fully recover. Upon emerging, he pushed open the door.

A tall, proud figure stood in the courtyard. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall to her waist as she stood beneath a snow-white pear tree. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her presence like an unhoned battle-axe. It was as if she were the only person in the entire world.

"Master?" Wang Xiu was surprised and blurted out, "You’ve left seclusion?"

By his careful calculation, more than a decade had passed since he had spoken with Luo Binglan face-to-face. It felt as if ages had gone by.

"I came out two days ago!" Luo Binglan turned, a faint smile on her stunning face. "I heard you went to the Hidden Sect again and saved a couple of old fellows?"

"Yes!" Wang Xiu admitted.

"Not bad. This way, all three of Sanqing’s remaining Earth Immortals owe Spirit Turtle Peak a favor. The revitalization of the Divination Sect is just around the corner!" Luo Binglan’s lips curled upwards, her jade-like face radiant and her skin translucent. She was utterly captivating.

Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched. She’s still hung up on that?

Luo Binglan suddenly drew near, stopping right in front of him. Her faint, refreshing fragrance filled the air, calming the heart. She looked Wang Xiu up and down for a long moment before chuckling. "I also heard you whisked away the precious daughter of that little squint-eyed fellow from the Thunder Sect?"

Little... squint-eyed?

Hearing the nickname, Wang Xiu’s face twitched again.

"Master, please don’t make it sound so unpleasant. Can you really call it ’whisking away’? We’re in love with each other..." Wang Xiu earnestly corrected.

"Same difference! That fellow couldn’t stand the sight of me. I disciplined him countless times, but he never learned his lesson. Even on his deathbed, he was just as stubborn... Disciple, your tactic of cutting the ground out from under him is truly impressive!" Luo Binglan said with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, Master... The grudges of the older generation should stay with the older generation. Please don’t drag us into it!" Wang Xiu suddenly thought of something and shot Luo Binglan a wary glance.

"What kind of person do you take your master for?"

Luo Binglan rolled her eyes and produced a jade pendant, which split into two interlocking fish.

"This Yin-Yang Pendant is the heirloom of the Divination Sect Chief, passed down through generations... Today, I hand it to you! From this day forward, you are the new Chief of the Divination Sect!"

"Master?"

"Keep one half and give the other to that little girl from the Thunder Sect! Of course, if there’s another girl you want to give it to, that’s fine too... Just don’t let the first one find out, or I’m afraid you’ll set your harem on fire!" Luo Binglan’s lips curled slightly.

"Master..." Wang Xiu was exasperated; she made him sound like such a womanizer.

However, Luo Binglan’s actions made him somewhat concerned. It felt as if she were giving her last words.

"Master, you’re... all right, aren’t you?" he asked, worried. He used the Supreme Sensing Chapter to read her aura but detected nothing abnormal.

"Of course, I’m fine! It’s just... after lying in that coffin for so many years, this near-resurrection has led me to unexpectedly grasp a hint of the true meaning of the Earth Immortal Realm..." Luo Binglan said slowly.