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We Were Just Bragging—Why Are You Empeor Already?

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This is a world of cultivation where rites and music have collapsed. To compete for the fortune of heaven and earth and the faith of all living beings, every immortal sect, mighty expert, and prodigy is going crazy talking big. Wang Xiu transmigrates into this world and binds to the "Bragging System." As long as he hears someone boasting, he receives rewards and becomes stronger on the spot. [Ding! Detected someone bragging. Congratulations, Host, for gaining +9,999 Mana!] [Ding! Detected someone bragging. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Great Might Heavenly Dragon Demon-Subduing Golden Body!] [Ding! Detected someone bragging. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Chaos Saint Physique!] ... After tasting the benefits, Wang Xiu begins frequenting all kinds of social gatherings, making friends far and wide. Whenever someone starts bragging, Wang Xiu is always there cheering "666," giving them all the face they need. With the appearance of a banished immortal, a love for listening to people boast, and a mouth that spouts nothing but honey... Gradually, Wang Xiu becomes the "beloved darling" of the entire cultivation world. Countless prodigies and fairy maidens publicly declare: "Brother Wang is under my protection!" "Whoever dares bully Brother Wang will be executed by all under heaven!" This situation continues for a long time. ... Until later, when Wang Xiu accidentally punches to death the Asura Demon Emperor—who had led hundreds of millions of demon armies in a massive invasion, crushing the nine great sacred lands. The atmosphere suddenly becomes... rather awkward.
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