Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 174 Exchange

Chu Zhiyuan felt a blur before his eyes.

In a daze, he suddenly split into countless people, each practicing a different sword technique.

Some sword techniques were brilliant, others were mediocre.

Some sword techniques were precipitous, others were graceful.

Some sword techniques were gentle, others were clumsy.

Some sword techniques were like mountains, others were like seas.

Some sword techniques were like rain, others were like lightning. ...

Countless sword techniques appeared in his mind simultaneously, almost exploding his head, causing a splitting headache, and making him wish he could faint immediately.

He had never endured such intense pain before, and he couldn't bear it, wishing he could die immediately.

Living like this was worse than dying, let alone eternal life.

After a moment, these sword techniques transformed into rays of light, which were captured by spiritual lights and then annihilated in his mind.

When he slowly woke up, he found himself sitting upright on the Arhat bed, motionless, but his whole body was covered in sweat.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he felt a chill all over.

He hurriedly tried to circulate his energy, but found that his body was empty.

He was shocked.

Then, he used the Earth Yuan Art, and a continuous stream of power rose from the earth, entered his Yongquan acupoints on his feet, and then flowed into his dantian.

Gang energy circulated throughout his body again, dispelling the cold.

He gently shook himself.

"Bang!"

The sweat on his clothes was instantly shaken off, like a dog shaking its fur.

His clothes were instantly clean, dry as if they had been sunned.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly felt surprised.

When could he do such a thing?

It seemed that he didn't have such precise shaking power before.

Gang energy vibration could only shake off some water vapor, but it couldn't achieve such fine and subtle control.

He naturally felt a sense of ease, as if all the gang energy was under his control, meticulous and effortless, even the most precise manipulation was easy and comfortable.

Under this wonderful feeling, he found the Grandmaster staring at him curiously.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fist and smiled: "Greetings, Senior."

The old man with white hair and beard hanging down to his shoulders stroked his silver beard and asked with a smile: "Fourth Prince, have you obtained the sword technique?"

His voice was hoarse, but it revealed brightness, and one could tell that he had a cheerful disposition.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Yes."

"Can you practice it once for this old man to see?" The old man smiled.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Senior, please forgive me, I plan to study this sword technique myself and don't want others to see it."

If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't even mention this request.

This was a taboo thing.

But this Grandmaster insisted on mentioning it, ignoring this taboo.

This was how Grandmasters acted, doing whatever they wanted, unconstrained.

They were thick-skinned, had big hearts, and rarely cared about or paid attention to other people's thoughts.

"This old man has always been fair and can exchange things for it," the old man said disappointedly.

"I wonder what treasures or elixirs the prince wants?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Does Senior have dragon fat incense?"

"Dragon fat incense..." The old man thought for a while and said: "I haven't heard of it, it must be something from a dragon's body, it should be of the fifth rank or higher in the imperial court, right?"

"Fifth rank can be exchanged."

"How much do you want?"

"At least a hundred pieces."

"Hey, Fourth Prince, you are really greedy, do you know who this old man is?"

"Presumably, you are Gu Qingshan, Senior Gu."

"Knowing who this old man is, you still dare to ask for so much!" Gu Qingshan chuckled: "You have some guts!"

"Senior Gu, I am a prince, what courage does that require?" Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "I just think that the sword technique I obtained is worth that much."

"Ten pieces!"

"Senior, you are a Grandmaster!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "And an elder of the White Cloud Sword Palace!"

"Twenty pieces!"

"Is the face of a Grandmaster only worth twenty pieces?"

"Isn't the face of a Grandmaster worth eighty pieces? I'll give you twenty pieces, and the remaining eighty pieces are the face of this Grandmaster!"

"Senior Gu, a hundred pieces is the minimum!"

"Prince, a hundred pieces is a hundred fifth-rank merits, don't you think that's outrageous?"

"Senior Gu, then forget it, I really don't want to leak this sword technique, it concerns life and death."

"Actually, you don't want to pass on this sword technique, that's why you're asking for so much, right?"

"It's not asking for too much, it's that my sword technique is worth a hundred fifth-rank merits! ... If your sect obtains this sword technique, let alone a hundred fifth-rank merits, they can obtain a thousand fifth-rank merits!"

"Hey, Prince, you really dare to say that!"

"Senior, if you don't want to, then forget it, one is willing to hit and the other is willing to be beaten, no need to force it!"

"Thirty pieces!"

"Fifty pieces, that's the minimum, and Senior owes me a favor, otherwise forget it!"

". Then I have to see it first, and then decide if it's worth fifty pieces."

"No problem!"

Chu Zhiyuan floated down from the bed, drew out the Clear Shadow Sword, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

A clear light suddenly lit up and then enveloped him.

Only the clear light was visible, not the sword body.

After a moment, the clear light suddenly stopped, and the Clear Shadow Sword had already returned to its sheath.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Gu Qingshan: "Senior, how is it? Is it worth a favor and fifty pieces of dragon fat incense?"

"This sword technique..." Gu Qingshan stroked his beard and pondered.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't worry that he would deny it.

This sword technique was one of the countless sword techniques, three points stronger than the Great Snow Mountain Sword Art, and its power was also two points stronger than the Great Snow Collapse Sword Art.

This was already the world's top sword technique.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile, watching him slowly walk down the palace steps, come in front of him, and then with a wave of his hand, the Clear Shadow Sword detached from the scabbard and flew into his hand.

The sword light turned into a clear light and enveloped him.

Chu Zhiyuan watched attentively and couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

The same sword technique, when he used it, was two points stronger.

"Clang!"

The Clear Shadow Sword turned into a ray of light and shot into Chu Zhiyuan's waist scabbard.

It was accurate and error-free, but it scared him stiff.

If it had shot off a little, it would have shot into his waist, kidneys, or lower abdomen.

This move was too dangerous.

At the same time, he understood that this was also Gu Qingshan's little revenge.

"Good sword technique!" Gu Qingshan sighed, stroking his beard: "As expected of the Fourth Prince, his comprehension is extraordinary, and his sword technique is also amazing!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Thirteenth Uncle-Grandfather originally used a great favor to exchange for this opportunity, but in the end, he made a wedding dress for your sect.

I wonder if Thirteenth Uncle-Grandfather will know and reason with Senior Gu."

"Haha..." Gu Qingshan laughed: "Thirteenth Master is not your Fourth Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "I'm waiting for fifty pieces of dragon fat incense, the favor will be kept for now, don't deny it in the future, Senior!"

"Hehe, rest assured, Gu Qingshan always keeps his word!"

"Then I'll continue to comprehend."

"In my opinion, you should forget it," Gu Qingshan hurriedly stopped him.

The movement just now was too big and too scary.

He was afraid that Chu Zhiyuan would continue to comprehend and cause some major problems.

If something happened to the Sword Stele, and there were any changes, the impact on the White Cloud Sword Palace would be too great, and he, the elder guarding the Sword Stele, would be to blame.

"Isn't it one day?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

Gu Qingshan said: "Since you have gained something, that's enough.

Isn't this sword technique enough?

Fourth Prince, you can't be too greedy!"

"Alas..., since that's the case, then I'll give Senior Gu some face."

".. This old man still has to thank you?"

"Just give me the dragon fat incense as soon as possible."

"Rest assured, you won't be shortchanged!" Gu Qingshan snorted: "Huang girl, Huang girl, come up!"

Huang Shirong appeared gracefully, clasped her fist and smiled: "Master Ancestor."

"Send the prince back, don't bring him here again."

"Yes," Huang Shirong smiled.