Imperial Cultivation

The first rays of dawn were appearing.

Qing Wang Manor's Listening to the Waves Pavilion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Zou Fang was waiting outside.

Inside the main room, Chu Zhiyuan stood in front of a sandalwood round table, holding a small hand warmer in his left hand, lazily standing in place, letting Mo Yi and the other four maids serve him food and tidy his clothes.

Inside the hand warmer in his left hand was a dragon blood pearl the size of an infant's fist.

A pearl of this size would be too conspicuous to place on his waist or in his arms, so he had a hand warmer made to put it in.

Even through the wall of the furnace, the aura of the dragon blood pearl could still penetrate into his palm, merge into the golden light, and then merge into his bone marrow, while the Myriad Spirit Pearl and Flying Dragon Pearl were in his bosom.

Mo Yi gently stroked his collar with her soft hands, smoothing out every wrinkle, her bright eyes flowing, her jade teeth slightly showing, and she smiled, "Young Master, this Qingyun Armor is truly extraordinary, so light and thin."

"Indeed, it's not bad, very light and thin," Chu Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction.

Duke Kang's sword-like eyebrows furrowed again.

Under everyone's gaze, Wu Xinfan glared at Song Tianhai with dissatisfaction: "Eighth Brother is too sentimental and soft-hearted towards me. If he had severely disciplined me when I was opposing him, slapped me a few times in the face, and made me completely honest, wouldn't that have prevented what happened?"

Duke Kang chuckled, only then realizing that you were deliberately coming to pay your respects to show off.

"... Yes, yes, blame Eighth Brother." The princes and young masters who quickly gathered around echoed in agreement, grinning.

"That's not putting you princes in your eyes!" Chu Zhiyuan sneered.

"It's indeed Huang Shirong," Wu Xinfan nodded: "Sending him to the army avoids him wandering around in front of us and getting beaten up—people are forgetful. After a year or so, when he comes back, it will all be gone."

Mo Yi smiled and said, "Young Master, are you coming back for lunch today?"

Sure enough, he is a genius.

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Hall Master Huang for several days.

Chu Zhiting said, "Xu Mengyu is currently in seclusion, preparing to break through to the Grandmaster realm."

"Senior Sister is going back to the sect first," Qingyun Jia said, "I need to see Master and learn more advanced mental cultivation techniques."

He vaguely heard their words, sighed helplessly, and came closer: "Seventh, Bai Yun Jian is returning to the army."

Chu Mingxuan asked, "Still eight years? Seventh Brother, can you become a Grandmaster within eight years?"

"Yes," Mo Yi agreed, "I'll go with Sister Green Chrysanthemum."

Duke Kang nodded, cupped his fist, and took his leave.

Your impression of yourself can't be that bad, you were a bit perfunctory and unwilling when saluting with Hall Master Huang.

Like a layer of silk, it is also very breathable, as if nothing is there.

"Fourteenth Uncle, I will do my best," Duke Kang said with a smile.

When the morning light entered, the purple light disappeared.

Wen Qianqian and Qingyun Jia.

"It has nothing to do with Xu Mengyu's beauty," Chu Mingxuan quickly waved his hand: "Wu Xinfan has a promising future, and we can also benefit."

As Duke Kang prepared to leave Mingwu Hall to go to the Ministry of Rites to report for duty, Chu Zhiyuan and the others also gathered around to leave together.

Duke Kang looked at Chu Mingxuan and Chu Zhiting: "Where are Fourth Brother and Tenth Brother?"

"Yes," Duke Kang nodded, took out the Myriad Spirit Pearl from his bosom, placed it in the cold jade box, and then turned to leave.

Chu Mingxuan nodded: "Tenth Brother and I are both retreating to the West Seventh Hall of Zhongsi."

Duke Kang raised his eyebrows, smiling noncommittally.

Their snow-white and delicate mouths could not suppress the upward curve.

Wu Xinfan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Seventh, that bastard Wu Xinfan didn't go to his mansion to apologize?"

Chu Mingxuan and Chu Zhiting also darkened their faces.

"A twenty-eight-year-old Grandmaster—" Chu Zhiyuan looked at Duke Kang: "Seventh, you have to work harder!"

Even if there are seven Grandmaster experts, it will be too late.

Duke Kang felt that the two men were abnormal.

"Huang Shirong is occasionally very cunning!" Wu Xinfan hummed: "Eighth Brother, don't you want to listen."

He chose the Ministry of Rites for safety, and still made rapid progress in cultivation without delay.

The first time I saw Hall Master Huang, Hall Master Huang was already at the Perfection of the Acquired Realm. How many days have passed, and he is about to break through to the Grandmaster realm.

He always felt that after being engaged to Wu Xinfan, they were a family. It was normal for the brother-in-law and sister-in-law to have conflicts.

It's just a little friction between family members.

Even more incomprehensible is Song Tianhai's hesitation and timidity.

At this moment, he took the initiative to come forward.

Song Tianhai smiled bitterly: "Fourteenth Uncle, of course I am standing on Seventh Brother's side."

There is no need to reach the Perfection of the Acquired Realm in a month. I have super sense, plus the Myriad Spirit Pearl, and finding the path to the Grandmaster Realm is not that difficult, even a year is not needed.

Qinghe and Bailu put down their silver chopsticks, went out to direct the servants to come in, and removed the food and tableware from the sandalwood round table.

"It's me."

Duke Kang said, "Let's go to the new residence."

So, what determines the progress of cultivation is not where you choose, but your own aptitude.

"Preparing to go to Tenth Brother's Wind Chasing Camp."

Duke Kang shook his head: "Huang Shirong came and sent four paintings, one of Chu Zhiyao. I accepted it."

Because Bai Yun Jian dared to scold the Young Master, they were united against the enemy, but their mood was very relaxed.

"Eighth Brother and Bai Yun Jian have always been at odds," Chu Mingxuan said, "In my opinion, this matter should be blamed on Eighth Brother himself."

"If it's the West Seventh Hall—is it Xu Mengyu?"

Chu Mingxuan and Chu Zhiting also cupped their fists and saluted, addressing the two women as Pavilion Master Wen and Pavilion Master Xu. The two women are the pavilion masters of the lower seven branches of the West Seventh Hall.

Qingyun Armor can block the attacks of Gang Qi, and it is a rare treasure. A Gang-breaking Divine Weapon requires Fifth-Rank Merit points to exchange, and one that can block Gang Qi attacks even requires Fourth-Rank.

We are indeed very annoyed with Bai Yun Jian, but after all, the two sides only had verbal disputes and did not really fight, let alone involve life and death.

We also have to go to work.

"Probably eight days," Qingyun Jia said.

"Xu Mengyu is only twenty-eight years old," Wu Xinfan praised: "A twenty-eight-year-old Grandmaster is also the youngest Grandmaster in our Great Jing."

"I'm full," Duke Kang said.

Hall Master Huang is a true disciple of the Chu Zichuan Palace. Breaking through to the Grandmaster realm at twenty-eight years old will greatly increase the reputation of the Chu Zichuan Palace, and perhaps it will become the number one of the Seven Great Sects.

With seven Grandmaster experts protecting him, the most dangerous situation he could encounter is a Grandmaster who is proficient in stealth and assassination, suddenly launching a fatal blow.

Duke Kang's mansion is at its peak, so it is naturally wealthy and generous, and the things he gives away are unusual.

In our eyes, it is actually very simple to deal with Bai Yun Jian, and we don't understand why Wu Xinfan is so worried.

I casually asked the two men if Hall Master Huang had come out of seclusion. The two men replied that he had already come out of seclusion at midnight last night and entered the Grandmaster realm.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It all depends on you, Seventh. You must not let Hall Master Huang take the lead."

If he can block a blow, the seven Grandmasters in the Seven Spirits Formation, plus Zou Fang, are enough to entangle and block, and I will be safe.

The cultivation resources of Qing Wang Mansion are a mess. The family fortune is not thin, but there is no family fortune.

Even surpassing the imperial court in prestige.

Duke Kang smiled: "Fourteenth Uncle, have you decided which camp to go to?"

Now that Zi Yun Jian dares to get drunk and yell at Wu Xinfan, I am shocked at how arrogant Wu Xinfan is. Indeed, I gave him the illusion: the Young Master is nothing more than that.

Wu Xinfan smiled bitterly: "Alright, alright, I don't blame you."

"That's also learning from you," Wu Xinfan smiled: "I'd rather find a more stable one, I can't be too impatient."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I originally thought that you were the most outstanding genius I had ever seen, but now it seems that Xu Mengyu is not inferior to you."

Duke Kang smiled: "Not much difference."

Wu Xinfan's choice changed our impetuous thoughts,

Chu Zhiyuan and the other three looked at Duke Kang.

Inside the Mingwu Hall training ground, Wu Xinfan, Chu Mingxuan, and Chu Zhiting had already arrived. Seeing me coming, they gathered around to talk.

"I haven't seen Wu Xinfan these days," Duke Kang said.

Duke Kang chuckled.

When you saw Wu Xinfan, you stepped forward, cupped your fists, and saluted.

For him, being able to block a Grandmaster's blow can save a life.

When the seven people walked to the area of ​​Phoenix Avenue under the responsibility of West Seventh Hall, Duke Kang saw two young men in white clothes like snow in the crowd.

Duke Kang smiled as usual: "Congratulations to Wu Xinfan, where is Wu Xinfan?"

Just as he was talking, Song Tianhai came over.

Song Tianhai was taken aback.

Song Tianhai said: "Huang Shirong said he would send me to the army for strict discipline, staying in Yujing will only make me a prodigal son."

Therefore, Chu Zhiyuan readily accepted it when he heard it was Qingyun Armor.

"Wise," Duke Kang smiled: "With the Wind Chasing Iron Cavalry, it is the safest, and safety is the most important thing.

Bei Wu Xinfan nodded: "It should be so, when will you be back?"