Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 475 - 245 Da Meng Zhong Jue! Entering Demon Sea Island! (10000 words)_2

This inheritance was not an Imperial Scripture, yet it surpassed them in every way.

That Ancient Emperor Teacher was a legendary figure from ancient times who had lived for an endless age. His disciples were as numerous as the fish in the sea, spread across all the myriad realms. He had even personally instructed a Great Emperor.

Countless beings revered him as the Supreme Sage Teacher!

This technique was useless in battle, but its effects were boundless. It could be understood as a method similar to the Buddhist Sect’s art of conversion. By mastering this art, every word one spoke, every character one wrote, every mark one left... could pierce directly into the heart and inspire deep contemplation.

Even if an opponent’s Realm and Cultivation Level surpassed one’s own, the effect wouldn’t be immediately obvious. However, over time, a seed could be imperceptibly planted in their heart.

"It is said that the Ancient Emperor Teacher spent thousands of years reforming several of his blood-feud enemies, eventually taking them as his disciples..." Wang Xiu muttered. If used well, this art could be infinitely marvelous.

Unfortunately, this technique, *Da Meng Zhong Jue*, could not solve the problem Wang Xiu currently faced.

He left Zhenmo City and wandered aimlessly along the coast of the East Sea. The tide rose and fell, occasionally washing over his feet.

Disaster Brood had shrunk to the size of an ordinary pet dog and trotted along beside him in silent companionship.

He gazed into the distance at the blurry sight of Demon Sea Island. A mass of Demonic Light shrouded the sky above it, forming a terrifying pillar that seemed to connect heaven and earth. It was like a forbidden domain, emanating a deeply unsettling aura.

「The sun rose and set several times.」

Unknowingly, he had wandered into a fishing village. It was a common mortal settlement with no cultivators. Children and the elderly played and laughed at the village entrance, while brawny, sun-darkened men readied their fishing boats to set sail. The scene was one of utter peace and tranquility.

Wang Xiu’s arrival drew everyone’s attention. The eyes of all the villagers—men and women, young and old—fixed upon him, filled with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. The small village was instantly abuzz, and a crowd quickly gathered.

"Greetings, Immortal Master!"

A stooped old man leaning on a cane approached him and immediately knelt, his body trembling. The other villagers behind him hastily did the same.

Wang Xiu raised his hand, and a gentle force lifted them all to their feet. "How did you know I am an Immortal Master?" he asked curiously. He had arrived on foot, not by flying through the air, yet the old man had recognized him at a glance.

"An Immortal Master is... well, an Immortal Master..." the old man stammered, his words vague.

Wang Xiu looked into the man’s eyes and saw his own reflection in their cloudy but respectful pupils. He was clad in white robes that fluttered in the wind, giving him a detached and otherworldly air. His skin was fair, glowing with a faint, jade-like luster in the sunlight. His face, in particular, was a stark contrast to those of the sun-darkened fishermen.

He stood out in this fishing village like a crane among chickens. He looked like a visitor from the heavens, merely passing through the mortal realm.

This quality, this charisma, is something intangible and indescribable. Wang Xiu hadn’t realized it himself, but he was no longer of the same world as these mortals struggling to survive. He recalled that the last time he had walked among common folk was more than two years ago. It wasn’t a long time, but it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"Go about your business. I’m just going to look around by myself," Wang Xiu suddenly said.

He had been so lost in thought, trying to find a way out of his predicament, that he had wandered here without noticing. He was still no closer to a solution.

Although Wang Xiu had said his piece, the villagers remained tense. They scattered, but their gazes, filled with reverence and nervousness, continued to follow him.

I see. As long as I’m here, they won’t be able to relax. Wang Xiu understood. Normally, he had many ways to put them at ease and blend in, but he just wasn’t in the mood right now.

He turned to leave, but a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

It was a statue, as tall as a straw hut, standing in the center of the village. The fishing village wasn’t large and its living conditions were modest, so creating such a statue must have been a significant expense.

However, that wasn’t what truly caught Wang Xiu’s attention. The statue was of a young girl in tight leather, with horns on her head, a tail, and a very full bust! It was unmistakably the Little Witch, Ye Miedie!

A statue of Ye Miedie in a village of the Human Race... and the food and incense offerings before it were fresh. It was clearly worshipped regularly!

"What is that?" Wang Xiu asked, pointing at the statue.

"You mean the Great Demon God Ye? She is the life-saving benefactor of everyone in our Tide Village!" the village chief replied, his face filled with deep gratitude.

It turned out that when the Demon Race first broke free from their seal, these coastal fishing villages were the first to suffer. The demonic beings had slaughtered wantonly, massacring several villages. When they reached this place, however, they encountered Ye Miedie. She arrived with experts from the Asura Sect, killed all the demonic invaders, and drove them away. She had saved countless lives, and she had done so more than once.

To express their gratitude, the many coastal villages had erected similar statues and made daily offerings of incense to her.

Wang Xiu was astonished. He had heard from Senior Sister Xiao about some of Ye Miedie’s deeds—protecting mortals and fighting the Demon Race—but hearing about it was one thing; seeing the proof was another. Now, seeing this with his own eyes, he realized that the Little Witch had accomplished something truly significant.

Ye Miedie... Wang Xiu mused. He then summoned Guba and asked, "Do you know anything about that Little Witch?"

Ye Miedie’s bloodline was clearly extraordinary, so she was likely to be well-known even within the vast Demon Realm.

Sure enough, Guba was shocked to hear the name. "The princess of the Destruction Demon Kingdom, Ye Miedie? Rumor had it she ran away from home several years ago while the Rakshasa Supreme was away on a campaign. So it was true? She’s here in the Cangyuan Realm? No wonder no one could find her..."