Imperial Cultivation

Chu Zhiyuan was skeptical: "Swallowing one person can directly perfect this realm?"

"This is the true Huaisu Art."

"The others who practice it are not practicing the true Huaisu Art?"

"They are all just superficial."

"Is it because their aptitude is insufficient? Their comprehension is lacking?"

"Correct, it is because their comprehension is lacking, they cannot comprehend the artistic conception of Huaisu, truly wasting heavenly treasures and squandering essence and blood."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Having killed so many experts from the evil sects, I have only encountered one true disciple so far. Why don't those true disciples come to kill me?"

"They disdain to gang up on you, that's all."

"They still have such pride, which is rare. I also have the Celestial Heart Sect's Venerable Image. Why don't they demand it?"

"Who says they aren't demanding it?"

A figure floated down, landing beside Xie Wufeng.

It was a young man, handsome in appearance, smiling as he looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Lu Yuhua, a true disciple of the Celestial Heart Sect, greets the Fourth Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan sized him up, also a Grandmaster at the Perfected stage, and smiled: "How many people did you kill to reach your current realm?"

"I can't count them," Lu Yuhua said with a disdainful smile. "Who remembers that?"

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Celestial Heart Sect, indeed kills the most people."

"Your Highness is quite pedantic. In this world, it's kill or be killed. If you don't eat people, others will eat you," Lu Yuhua's handsome face was full of mockery.

Chu Zhiyuan was silent.

Lu Yuhua snorted: "Just like Your Highness, aren't you also relying on killing people to gain merit and exchange for cultivation resources? What difference is there between that and our direct killing?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It is also killing, but the difference between me and you is that I kill those who deserve to be killed."

"That sounds nice. Who judges who deserves to be killed and who doesn't?" Lu Yuhua sneered: "This power is in your hands. Whoever you say deserves to be killed, deserves to be killed. Utterly hypocritical."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Is it not right to kill those who slaughter the innocent?"

"Innocent? How do you know they are innocent or not?"

"If they haven't committed any crimes, then naturally they are innocent."

"If they haven't committed any crimes, but what if they are tyrannical and cruel?"

"Are you two going to sit down and discuss Dao with me?"

Chu Zhiyuan was too lazy to waste his breath. There was no need to say too much to two dead men.

Xie Wufeng slowly said: "Then let us experience Your Highness's saber technique. I'll ask again, will Your Highness hand over the Venerable Image?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Rely on your own abilities to take it. Kill me or cripple me, and you can take it away."

"Then don't blame us for being ruthless," Xie Wufeng slowly said.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly took out the Spirit Sealing Box and quickly put the statue into the box.

The feeling of danger stopped abruptly.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up at him and smiled: "Good trick."

One was attracting his attention to talk, and the other was secretly acting to activate the Venerable Image.

The feeling of danger he felt was definitely not ordinary power.

It must be using the power within the Venerable Image or drawing down extraterrestrial power.

Regardless of what power it was, it was a power that could kill him.

Xie Wufeng sighed and looked at Lu Yuhua.

Lu Yuhua said helplessly: "He's really cunning enough, just a little bit short."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and put the Spirit Sealing Box into his sleeve, his hand on the hilt of his saber.

"Farewell!" Xie Wufeng clasped his fist and his figure suddenly disappeared into the distance.

Lu Yuhua cried strangely: "I'll come find you again after I become a Grand Great Master, take good care of the Venerable Image."

As he spoke, he also shot off into the distance.

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled: "Since you've come, then stay."

"!!"

Two illusory figures suddenly shot through the two men's hearts, drilling out with blood.

The two men's figures stagnated, and then turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.

"!!" Two more illusory figures shot through the foreheads of the two men.

Four sabers hidden in the void, slowly floated up as Chu Zhiyuan spoke, slowly moving closer behind the two men.

The two of them took advantage of the conversation to do small actions.

He was the same.

Four flying knives were ambushed in their inevitable path, suddenly appearing, and the two of them wanted to avoid but could not.

After being hit by the knife in their hearts, they urged their secret techniques, but they were no longer very clear-headed, only seeking speed and unable to keep up with their reactions.

Therefore, the second batch of flying knives could easily shoot into their eyebrows, ending them.

He quietly watched the two men fall to the ground in despair, and then quickly shrink.

He wasn't in a hurry to go forward.

But he was full of anticipation.

True disciples are completely different from ordinary disciples, they must have good things on them.

The Azure Silk True Robe that he is wearing now, which he has been reluctant to take off, is the thing of Zhang Youling, a true disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect.

What good things do these two true disciples have?

The two men shrank extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had become two skeletons.

Besides the skeletons, there were also two things.

A small wooden sword and a black iron token.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

His attention first fell on the small wooden sword.

The small wooden sword, the length of a palm, looked like a child's toy at first glance.

But it was extremely delicate, with fine and clear patterns, like flowers blooming.

In the Insight, these patterns were moving, and the flowers seemed to be slowly blooming.

The difference between the small sword seen with the naked eye and the small sword in the Insight was the stillness and movement of the patterns.

He curiously reached out his hand.

The small sword flew into his hand, and the feeling of it was as light as a feather.

He focused his energy.

The small sword slightly glowed and slowly floated up.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

This was lighter and smoother than his flying knives.

This was a natural flying sword!

He had always felt that the Sword Control Art of the Sword Control Sect was not as powerful as the Dragon Transformation Art.

Now that he saw this small sword, he vaguely understood.

The foundation of the Sword Control Sect was the sword.

What he had been lacking was this sword, a sword like this small sword.

Under the urging of the Sword Control Art, it became more and more agile, as easy as using an arm, without any delay or hindrance.

The small sword shot far away, and then shot back, with amazing speed, faster than any of his flying knives.

And the distance was even farther.

The range of the Ultra-Sense Insight was the range it could reach.

Controlling this sword did not consume any energy, but instead felt light and smooth, and even had a feeling of replenishing the spirit.

This feeling was so wonderful that he lingered and indulged in it.

"Bo Bo Bo Bo - - .. -"

The small sword passed through one tree after another, passing through without hindrance, as if passing through the shadow of the tree.

Wherever it passed, the trees shattered.

Chu Zhiyuan was even more surprised, as if he had not used any force at all, it had already shattered the trees.

This power was far beyond imagination.

After playing for a while, Chu Zhiyuan reluctantly took back the small sword.

When the sword was urged, two small words vaguely appeared in the patterns, named "Thunderclap".

Such a light small sword was actually named Thunderclap.

But thinking about its speed and its power, the name seemed to fit.

Chu Zhiyuan held the small sword in his hand and shook his head with emotion.

Among the many flying knives and flying swords, it was the real flying sword.

After thinking about it, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, urging a certain formula in the Sword Control Scripture.

The small sword in his hand slowly became illusory, like a clear sword shadow reflected in a clear cold pool.

Chu Zhiyuan gently pressed it towards his dantian.

It drilled into the dantian.

A small sword appeared in the vortex of the dantian, which was the Thunderclap Sword.

That's right, this is the real flying sword.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the black iron token.

The black iron token looked unremarkable, with no strange patterns and ordinary materials.

But it could remain, not being corroded and disappeared by the Yin Sha Qi, which was enough to prove its extraordinariness.