Imperial Cultivation

He was also surrounded by four guards.

Dressed in a brocade robe, with a refined and capable air, he was standing with his eyes closed, practicing his skills, a testament to his diligence.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and greeted Chu Zhiyuan.

The two groups converged, the guards dispersed, and the two walked side by side.

"Fourth Brother, the Supervisory Division has already received instructions. You can go ahead and find Leng Nanfeng, Chief Leng."

"Thank you, Third Brother."

"Why be so polite with me? You don't need me to accompany you, do you?"

"Third Brother, you're busy. I'll go over myself in the afternoon."

"Tell Chief Leng anything you want to know. He will try his best to satisfy you. He has already received the decree from the Imperial Grandfather."

"Okay."

The two parted ways on the bustling street, each returning to their respective royal residences surrounded by guards.

After Chu Zhiyuan returned to his residence, he saw Chu Yi looking lifeless, like a frost-bitten eggplant, completely withered.

He smiled and took out a small purple box from his sleeve, handing it to Chu Yi.

Chu Yi took it over with suspicion and opened it, discovering a black and white intertwined seed inside. His spirits immediately lifted.

Chu Zhiyuan noticed that Bai Ning霜 had begun to change her previous plain attire, adding some bright jewelry, making her already beautiful self appear noble and radiant, like a celestial fairy.

Chu Zhiyuan secretly shook his head.

Although he had shown enough talent, the time was still short, and the effect of this talent had not yet truly manifested.

Therefore, it had not fundamentally changed their thinking and could not bring enough confidence.

During lunch, Bai Ning霜 grumbled a few times, complaining that he hadn't returned to the residence to sleep last night, warning him not to fool around outside and not to indulge in pleasure.

He said he was practicing his skills outside, but he was at the age of vigorous blood and energy. Maybe he would be bewitched by a vixen if he wasn't careful.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded occasionally, taking it as wind passing his ears.

After a short rest, he went to the Supervisory Division.

The Supervisory Division was not well-known in the martial world, and the people of Da Jing knew very little about it. Most had not even heard of it, but for court officials, it was like thunder in their ears, causing constant fear.

The duty of the Supervisory Division was to supervise the world.

The people knew that it was the censor who reported matters to the emperor that restrained court officials, but they did not know that what truly frightened court officials was the Supervisory Division.

His narrow face was pitted and uneven, his eyes were small but shone with bright light, and his face was full of smiles, very enthusiastic: "Young Master, I am Ma Tianhe. Forgive me for not welcoming you from afar. Please come in quickly."

"Master Ma, thank you for your trouble," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, cupping his fist.

"It is my honor to serve the Young Master."

"Chief Leng, he...?"

"Unfortunately, the Chief happens to be out on official business. Before leaving, he specifically instructed me to do my best to serve you. The Chief has already spoken, allowing the Young Master to review anything."

"Well, then I'll have to trouble Master Ma," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, nodding.

Chief Leng Nanfeng probably didn't want to see him, or maybe he really had something to do. It was rare to be confused, so he could only believe it and not pursue it.

Guo Chi stayed outside the yamen, while Zou Fang followed him like a shadow.

Ma Tianhe knew the rules of princes and young masters. The eunuch was always with them, almost inseparable, so he pretended not to see him, led Chu Zhiyuan into the gate, turned past the screen wall, passed through two open courtyards, and finally came to a room in the third courtyard.

Inside the room were rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with files.

Ma Tianhe pointed to a bookshelf and said with a smile: "Young Master, these are all the files of Wentian Cliff."

He took nine boxes of files from the bookshelf next to him and placed them on the desk under the window: "These are all the files of Cheng Tianfeng."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded and smiled, "So many from Wentian Cliff?"

"These are just the records from the last hundred years," Ma Tianhe said with a smile.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

If he were Da Zhen, he would never allow such a powerful sect to exist and would have found a way to dismantle Wentian Cliff long ago.

However, he didn't understand Wentian Cliff yet, so he had to look at it first.

"I'll take a look first," Chu Zhiyuan didn't rush to look at Cheng Tianfeng's information, but looked at Wentian Cliff's: "Is there any structural information about Wentian Cliff?"

"Yes," Ma Tianhe walked to that shelf and quickly pulled out a scroll and handed it to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan quickly flipped through it.

His reading speed was extremely fast, reading ten lines at a glance, directly imprinting it in his mind, and at the same time began to analyze what he saw.

After reading it, he asked for the information of the past Cliff Masters of Wentian Cliff, followed by other information.

Ma Tianhe knew the information on this shelf like the back of his hand. Whatever Chu Zhiyuan wanted to find, he could immediately take it out.

This was of great help to Chu Zhiyuan.

Although he could sort it out in his mind after reading it one by one, it was far less efficient than this.

In the evening, as dusk surged, he finally finished reading all the files.

Ma Tianhe had always maintained his respect and diligence.

Chu Zhiyuan could see that he was an ambitious person, and if he had enough backing, his future would be bright.

"Master Ma, has anyone else come to consult these recently?"

"...As far as I know, no, Young Master is the first one. These are all top secrets, and outsiders are not qualified to read them."

"Will it be given to the generals on the northwest border?"

"These are all top-secret files of the third rank. A copy will be made for the Zhenbei General's Mansion, but only the general can read it, and it cannot be leaked."

"Besides the Zhenbei General, no one else can see it?"

"Yes."

Chu Zhiyuan was thoughtful.

Through these files, what he saw of Wentian Cliff was indeed amazing.

The inheritance of Wentian Cliff exceeded a thousand years, but Wentian Cliff only had a dozen or so people, who lived on Wentian Cliff all year round and did not go down the mountain.

But Wentian Cliff had a huge influence.

Every Cliff Master was the Da Zhen National Teacher, and several Da Zhen royal disciples of each generation worshiped at Wentian Cliff.

He was very surprised.

The strongest in the Da Jing Dynasty were the four major sects. Disciples of the four major sects entered the Town Military Division and the Supervisory Division, and grandmasters entered the court as offerings.

But the influence of the four major sects combined was probably not as great as that of Wentian Cliff in Da Zhen.

This influence was a direct influence on the emperor and the royal family, and even a direct influence on the emperor's power.

The Da Jing Emperor would never allow such a sect to exist.

The emperors of the Da Zhen Dynasty were also wise rulers, but they could allow Wentian Cliff to have such a detached position, either because Wentian Cliff was more powerful than imagined, or for other reasons.

This Cheng Tianfeng was the National Teacher's closed-door disciple, who had been practicing in seclusion in Wentian Cliff and rarely went down the mountain. The Supervisory Division assessed that he should be in the eighth level of the tower realm.

In addition, the Supervisory Division was unable to figure out what martial arts Cheng Tianfeng practiced and what his path was.

This time, Cheng Tianfeng personally came forward, one was to challenge the young master of the Da Jing Dynasty, and the other was to find the young master's wife.

Obviously, he was the candidate for marriage.

Chu Zhiyuan got up, put his hands behind his back, and paced, his expression solemn.

This Cheng Tianfeng was not easy to deal with, and if he was not careful, he would really be defeated by him.

These many files recorded the deeds of Wentian Cliff, how the disciples of Wentian Cliff took action to punish the wicked and help the court.

There were also the achievements of the disciples of Wentian Cliff, their respective actions, including the royal disciples they had accepted.

As for the inheritance and martial arts of Wentian Cliff, there was no useful information.

It was really strange that it could maintain such mystery after such a long inheritance.

He looked at Ma Tianhe: "Regarding the martial arts of Wentian Cliff, is there no useful information at all?"

Ma Tianhe smiled bitterly: "The disciples of Wentian Cliff do not enter the secular world until their cultivation reaches the Grand Master, and Wentian Cliff has extremely high prestige in Da Zhen, but whenever they encounter a disciple of Wentian Cliff, they often surrender without a fight."

"...Are there any other files about Wentian Cliff?"

"The earlier files are stored in the Tongtian Pavilion."

"Chief Leng has the right to access them, right?"

"Yes."

"Then please ask Chief Leng to find someone to find all the files about the martial arts of Wentian Cliff, and I will come over to see them tomorrow."

"...Yes."

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The next morning, after reporting for duty, Chu Zhiyuan came to the Supervisory Division, and Ma Tianhe enthusiastically came out to greet him again.

"Master Ma, is Chief Leng still out today?"

"...Yes, Chief Leng has important matters to attend to these days and has been outside."

"Okay," Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

This was to avoid suspicion and also because he didn't want to lower himself. It was understandable.

He came to that room, flipped through the thirty-odd files that had been selected, and shook his head.

Finally, he found some vague records of the martial arts of Wentian Cliff.