Imperial Cultivation

Just as Chu Zhiyuan was about to leave, Gao Lingfeng entered: "Sir, the Zhenwu Division has sent He Jiuji's belongings; they are ready to be archived."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Gao Lingfeng was about to leave when Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped him: "Sir Gao, bring them here and let me take a look. I'm curious about what belongings a killer like him might have."

Gao Lingfeng left.

A moment later, he brought a narrow, long box. Inside, there were three layers. The first layer was a long sword with a simple and unadorned scabbard.

The second layer contained jade bottles and porcelain bottles.

The third layer was filled with miscellaneous items: silver, pouches, hidden weapons, and even jewelry.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't rush to reach out; he first took a look.

His extrasensory perception gave him a slight sense of unease, which was why he decided to open it and take a look.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to glance at it.

People can emit an aura, which can be vaguely sensed by a Minor Grandmaster.

In Jade Capital, few winter days are clear and bright.

As soon as a flurry of snow fell on the street, it would be swept away by the cold wind and piled up in the corners, as if no one was cleaning it regularly.

In the howling wind and light, swirling snow, stood a person, tall and sturdy, his bright armor already covered in snow.

For a Minor Grandmaster, vitality is the most important thing. Vitality drives the continuous generation of aura, allowing one to track and trace.

"Yes," Zou Fang took out a copper key and inserted it into a copper lock the size of a palm.

Guo Huaian then weighed the copper key in his hand.

A killer like He Jiuji wouldn't have family, friends, or fellow disciples coming to seek justice, so archiving his belongings was just a formality.

"Haha——" Jiang Shunmao chuckled.

But today, the weather suddenly changed.

People didn't seem to be afraid of the cold. Such weather couldn't stop them from strolling down the street.

He was too lazy to bother with it and returned to the Prince's mansion.

In the world perceived by extrasensory perception, objects also have auras, which must be found by the connection between the key and the lock.

His gaze swept over the ancient and mottled long sword, over the bottles and jars, over the throwing knives and poisoned darts, over the pouches, and finally landed on a copper key.

Guo Huaian went straight back to Tingtao Courtyard.

The power of the Seven Spirit Array was undoubtedly revealed.

Jiang Shunmao and Zou Fang were sitting in a teahouse.

They discovered that some petty thieves were taking the opportunity to make a small fortune. Such bad weather was actually a good time for them to strike.

"Yes, yes, then I, Guo, will take my leave first and pay a visit again tonight."

From inside, they rushed out, drank a mouthful of steaming tea to dispel the cold, and leisurely watched the scene outside. It was an extremely pleasant thing.

Guo Huaian saw its number through extrasensory perception. The rest was simple.

The copper lock opened with a 'click,' and the lid of the box slowly opened.

"Forget it," Jiang Shunmao said, "They've already come to apologize in person. It wouldn't be right to attack them again. Let's see what he wants to do."

The wind and snow roared and raged.

"That—they are all dukes of the nation. If I, Guo, go, it wouldn't be too appropriate, would it?"

He turned around and entered the main gate of the Prince's mansion.

Ji Dongxiao shook his head: "If you are ashamed to enter the mansion, then speak inside the mansion."

Chu Zhiyuan reached out and took out the copper key: "Archive it."

7

Gao Lingfeng scanned his surroundings, picked up the box, and, surrounded by the others, left the teahouse and stepped into the howling wind.

Having only the key is not enough, and having only the number is not enough.

"That—then I won't stand on ceremony. Thank you, Your Highness!"

This is different from finding a person based on an object.

"Chu Zhiyuan, please."

There is such an aura connecting the key and the lock, so a Minor Grandmaster cannot find the lock through the key, or find the key through the lock.

The key had been examined by the experts of the Zhenwu Division, and valuable things had already been filtered out. What remained were things that the Zhenwu Division didn't value.

Based on his son's description of the situation at the time, he immediately judged that it was the Qing Prince's mansion.

Jiang Shunmao narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Guo Huaian said, "Let's go."

Even so, the streets were still bustling.

The Zhenwu Division probably took a lot, leaving only these scraps, which are even less valuable.

These belongings are useless. They can take them.

The teahouse was very quiet.

Guo Huaian said, "Chu Zhiyuan, you're being too serious. There's no such thing as offense or no offense."-How about this? Tonight, I've invited a few dukes to a banquet at my new residence. If Chu Zhiyuan doesn't mind, why not come?"

A piece of mutton-fat white jade pendant, a small ink pearl.

Feng Xi said, "Should we teach his son another lesson?"

Guo Huaian sat at a table by the window, watching the scene across the street through the window.

Guo Huaian laughed and said, "Jiang Shunmao, what you said is really boring."-Even personally going to propose marriage is something you've done. What else is there to be afraid of?"

Guo Huaishan shook his armor, and the snow immediately flew away. He strode away, his aura like a tiger.

The power from the darkness made people feel palpitate.

He picked up the box and left.

There are millions of keys in the world. Trying to find a lock with a key is almost like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Jiang Shunmao seemed to be inside a glass罩, appreciating the surrounding snow scene.

Outside, there were only two items.

Jiang Shunmao and his party walked slowly and steadily. The cold wind and snow were blocked as they approached us, unable to get close to Guo Huaian.

Ji Dongxiao looked at me in confusion.

Halfway there, it started to snow.

But this could not stop extrasensory perception.

Guo Huaian's words seemed right and wrong, feeling like he did it, but after a little thought, it didn't seem like it, ambiguous.

Snow and cold wind were blocked two feet away.

In the morning, the sun was still shining brightly, but in a short while, dark clouds were pressing down, and the cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, howling.

Guo Huaian came to Ji Dongxiao's side and smiled, "What is Chu Zhiyuan doing?"

The people on the street ran away, fleeing back to their homes.

"Being conferred a marquis for military exploits, I admire Marquis very much." Guo Huaian cupped his fist and smiled, "Then we'll see you tonight."

Guo Huaian said, "Open it."

"Yes." Gao Lingfeng closed the long box.

Guo Huaian glanced at the gate of the Prince's mansion and frowned again.

Guo Huaian picked up the teacup and slowly sipped it.

Even the Zhenwu Division doesn't value it. How can I value it?

With the case closed, these belongings will be swept into the archives, and if nothing changes after three years, they will be disposed of.

Guo Huaian reached out his hand: "Chu Zhiyuan, please come into the mansion to talk."

Zou Fang carried the purple box into the room and placed it on the desk.

That aura is similar to the combination of body oil, essence, blood, and true energy.

Tonghe Bank has a custody business, only recognizing the key and not the person, and you also need to remember the number, double insurance.

He frowned.

Guo Huaian smiled and said, "Those dukes of the nation all have deep roots in the army. Such opportunities are rare, aren't they? Is Marquis really going?"

Among the seven grandmasters, Zou Fang is too conspicuous. Among the remaining six, Gao Lingfeng is the most worrying, so I asked him to fetch it.

To others, what is the use of such a key?

The strings of lanterns on both sides of the Prince's mansion street were swaying wildly, as if they would be blown away at any time.

Gao Lingfeng strode into the Tonghe Bank across the street and quickly came out carrying a small box, his expression calm and composed.

It was Jianchi Marquis Ji Dongxiao.

The counter of Tonghe Bank is the toughest, it is the Internal Affairs Office, not to mention the martial arts people, even the royal relatives have to abide by the rules.

Feng Xi stepped down the steps to meet him, suppressing his voice and said: "Your Highness, this Jianchi Marquis is really赖皮."

"That—" Ji Dongxiao hesitated.

"Your Highness." Jiang Shunmao came over carrying a purple lacquer box a foot square.

"Your Highness, I, Guo, came to apologize." Ji Dongxiao cupped his fist and said solemnly: "I hope the Prince and Your Highness are generous and don't be so particular with me."

Or the knife used to chop at oneself.

He also heard the sarcasm and needles in Guo Huaian's words.

Seeing his son's broken bones, Ji Dongxiao immediately became alert, knowing that this was a warning.

The howling cold wind carried goose feather snow, as if pulling up a slow curtain between heaven and earth.

Those who are still wandering at this time are indeed not afraid of the cold. They are all martial arts masters, with strong blood and internal energy or true energy to protect their bodies.

Too bad it's a knife.

Jiang Shunmao said, "Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose. To be able to go all out, he is a character."