Imperial Cultivation

Chu Zhiyuan sat cross-legged on the couch, his eyes slightly closed, his expression solemn.

The Cleansing Meridian Art and the Dragon Transformation Art were alternately running, constantly strengthening his meridians.

When practicing the Dragon Transformation Art, he would take Marrow Cleansing Pills.

Unfortunately, the effect of the Marrow Cleansing Pills was weakening.

The body has drug resistance; each additional pill taken increases the resistance and weakens the effect.

However, even with the weakened effect, it was still much faster than cultivating without medication.

After taking two Marrow Cleansing Pills, his meridians could accommodate eight Dragon Binding Cords.

He estimated that after taking two more pills tomorrow, he could condense nine Dragon Binding Cords to break through the seventh level of the Jade Tower.

...

The setting sun cast a layer of rosy light over Jade Capital City.

He left the residence bathed in the sunset glow, preparing to return to the Qing Prince's mansion for dinner, but he saw Gao Lingfeng outside the mansion.

Gao Lingfeng was standing on the clean and spacious Qing Prince's mansion street, bathed in the rosy light, motionless and deep in thought.

Hearing the movement, Gao Lingfeng turned his head, saw him, and hurriedly greeted him, cupping his fist in salute from afar: "Your Excellency!"

"Gao, what is the matter?"

"The experts from the Town Guard Office have gone to the Flying Flower Sword Sect."

"When did this happen?"

"It's been over an hour."

"...Then forget it, Gao, you've worked hard."

Chu Zhiyuan estimated that an hour had already passed, and it was too late for him to rush over.

"Your Excellency, then we...?"

"Let's go back to the Ministry of Rites and take a look," Chu Zhiyuan raised his head to look at the setting sun: "Well, it's already past office hours, so let's go tomorrow."

The light of the entire Jade Capital City had dimmed, and twilight faintly appeared, with some restaurants already lighting up their ornate lanterns.

Lights and shadows, brightness and darkness, coexisted, adding a touch of vibrancy to Jade Capital City.

The prosperity of the golden age was intoxicating.

"This..." Gao Lingfeng hesitated.

He had been waiting anxiously for a long time, but he didn't expect that after waiting for Chu Zhiyuan, Chu Zhiyuan wanted to go to the yamen to take a look tomorrow, without any urgency.

His mind raced.

The Flying Flower Sword Sect matter had always been handled by Chu Zhiyuan, and he was the deputy. If something really went wrong and Song Grandmaster made a move, he knew that he would be the first to suffer.

Although Chu Zhiyuan was a Vice Director, his superior, Chu Zhiyuan's identity was different after all, a member of the royal family, always receiving preferential treatment.

Out of consideration for the monk's face, even if not the Buddha's, the Minister and the Director could not push the responsibility onto Chu Zhiyuan, which meant it could only be him.

He was very clear about this, so he was particularly concerned.

Chu Zhiyuan was not as concerned about the conflict between the Flying Flower Sword Sect and the Thick Earth Sect.

Since it had already been handed over to the higher-ups for a decision, he didn't want to worry too much about it. He would rather spend his energy comprehending martial arts.

Moreover, the Earth Dragon Pearl was not a spiritual pill; it would not be damaged or disappear. Neither the Thick Earth Sect nor the Flying Flower Sword Sect would allow it to disappear.

What he wanted to figure out now was whether there were treasures similar to the Earth Dragon Pearl in the Celestial Treasure Department, and whether treasures involving dragons had an impact on him.

"Your Excellency!" Gao Lingfeng called out again.

"Gao, there's no use in being anxious. We've done what we can," Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "This matter can't be blamed on you."

He had read too many case files, and his horizons had already broadened.

The conflict between the Flying Flower Sword Sect and the Thick Earth Sect, if it didn't involve Song Feiqiong, would have been dealt with lightly. Gao Lingfeng was taking this matter too seriously.

"If we don't go now, I'm afraid we'll be resented by the Director."

"The Director is broad-minded, don't worry."

"...Your Excellency!" Gao Lingfeng smiled wryly.

He was immediately grateful: The Prince was not so hard-hearted, and he didn't disregard his life or death.

Chu Zhiyuan understood that even with a noble status, one must know how to control people's hearts, and not act willfully.

Gao Lingfeng was a talent, and he was too concerned about this matter, so he kept looking for him and waited for an hour.

If he stubbornly refused him, it would inevitably sow resentment.

First refusing, then agreeing, could instead reap gratitude.

Surrounded by Zou Fang, Guo Chi, and others, when he and Gao Lingfeng arrived outside the courtyard where the Flying Flower Sword Sect was located, they found experts from the Town Guard Office guarding the courtyard.

"Prince."