Imperial Cultivation

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Qu Ying said, "Your Highness, if I don't kill a few more demonic cultists, I really can't sleep or eat well."

After personally experiencing the evil of the demonic cultists, she understood why Chu Zhiyuan hated them so much and why he slaughtered them so ruthlessly.

Before, when she heard the news on the mountain, she didn't think much of it.

She felt that although what he was doing was not wrong, such a fanfare was probably more for fame.

Now she had changed her mind.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at her warily.

This was not conducive to his state of mind.

It was like a clean house being stained with cobwebs.

Having a beauty like Qu Ying by his side could indeed regulate his state of mind.

Not letting these negative thoughts turn into cobwebs, but directly dissolving them.

This did not involve romantic feelings, purely pleasing to the eye and beneficial to cultivation.

He turned his head and glanced behind him.

Qu Ying turned her head to look.

The twilight was deep, vast and hazy.

Besides the high mountains and forests, and the white snow in the shady areas of the mountains, there was nothing else.

"That Young Master Shao has also chased after us," Chu Zhiyuan said, "The infatuation of youth."

How could he not see Shao Feng's thoughts, which were written all over his face?

This was not surprising.

Qu Ying was, after all, a great beauty, and also from the Flying Heaven Sect, a good match for the White Cloud Sword Palace.

Qu Ying said, "Then let's go quickly."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "We should always give some face to the disciples of the White Cloud Sword Palace."

"Your Highness wants to give face to the White Cloud Sword Palace?"

"I owe the White Cloud Sword Palace a favor, and besides, there's also Hall Master Huang's face to consider," Chu Zhiyuan said.

"Huang Shirong?" Qu Ying asked.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.

Qu Ying said, "This Miss Huang must be very powerful, right?"

"With exceptional talent and excellent character," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "A dragon and phoenix among people."

Qu Ying sighed, "I have long admired her name, but unfortunately I haven't had the chance to meet her."

The youngest grandmaster of the Four Great Sects, with the most outstanding talent.

Even with the Martial Arts Hall and the Phoenix Camp now, no one has been able to break her record.

This is enough to show how amazing her talent is.

As the two were talking, Shao Feng finally caught up, panting.

Qu Ying looked at him unhappily.

Shao Feng cupped his fist and smiled at Chu Zhiyuan, "Your Highness, I apologize for disturbing you."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Miss Qu is going with me to kill demonic cultists, does Young Master Shao want to go too?"

"...It would be my greatest wish!" Shao Feng was overjoyed.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Qu Ying.

Qu Ying forced a smile: "That's good, let's go together."

She was extremely helpless.

She wondered inwardly, is Huang Shirong's influence in front of the prince so effective, or is the prince avoiding suspicion?

After Shao Feng adjusted his breathing for a moment, his panting quickly subsided, and he returned to normal.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Then let's continue on our way, adjusting our breathing while we travel, and try to return before it's too late."

"Then where are we going?"

"Let's go south, for a limit of one hour," Chu Zhiyuan said.

With their lightness skills, one hour would definitely exceed fifty miles, or even one hundred miles.

The four of them floated along, Zou Fang like a shadow following behind Chu Zhiyuan.

Qu Ying and Shao Feng would unconsciously ignore his existence.

Shao Feng remained silent for the first quarter of an hour, focusing on adjusting his breathing and recovering his energy.

He sighed inwardly.

His cultivation was actually not as good as Qu Ying's, especially his breathing, which was far less sustained.

This was a bit too embarrassing.

Within this quarter of an hour, Chu Zhiyuan changed direction three times, changing again and again, and again.

Each time he changed direction, he would quickly encounter demonic cultists.

They were either resting, fighting, or capturing people to devour.

Chu Zhiyuan would only glance at them each time, and they would die instantly.

It was like a death stare.

Qu Ying couldn't help but admire him.

She knew this was a secret technique, but she also knew that since it was a secret technique, he naturally wouldn't want to tell others.

Qu Ying couldn't help but try to snatch the attack, wanting to kill the demonic cultists herself.

Chu Zhiyuan, however, did not yield, directly taking their lives, not giving Qu Ying a chance.

Qu Ying, however, did not give up each time, still wanting to snatch the attack.

The third time, Chu Zhiyuan left a demonic cultist for her.

Her spirits were greatly lifted, the light of her saber suddenly surged, suddenly accelerating, instantly killing the opponent.

She leaned on her saber, panting, her jade face flushed, her eyes shining.

These three strikes were her ultimate secret techniques, and she finally had to use them.

She could see that Chu Zhiyuan didn't want to waste time, wanting to kill the most demonic cultists in the shortest amount of time.

So she could only use her ultimate secret techniques.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slightly.

Zou Fang floated forward, flicked his horsetail whisk, rolled open the clothes of one of the eight people, and rolled back a small and exquisite statue.

He reached out to take it, presenting it to Chu Zhiyuan with both hands.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction: "At least there's some gain."

This statue was something he had never seen before, with two faces, one peaceful and one angry.

He stuffed the palm-sized statue into his sleeve, which was into the Iron Finger Ring.

"Your Highness wants this?" Qu Ying asked.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Does your sect have any?"

Qu Ying nodded: "I've seen some, left in the corners gathering dust."

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Chu Zhiyuan said: "I can sense demonic cultists with them."

Qu Ying quickly said, "Then after I go back, I'll send them over."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Then I'll thank you in advance."

Qu Ying smiled sweetly: "It would be an honor to help Your Highness kill demonic cultists."

She turned her head to look at Shao Feng, who had been silent all along: "Does your White Cloud Sword Palace have these too?"

Shao Feng said: "Senior Sister Huang has already given them to Your Highness."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.

Qu Ying said: "Your Highness, you should have told us earlier, even if the sect is stingy, they wouldn't refuse to give them."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word.

His relationship with the Flying Heaven Sect wasn't that good, Lu Donghu wasn't a fool.

He probably guessed that the secret place had already been leaked to him.

However, being able to send this knife showed that they were softening, wanting to improve their relationship with him.

After all, the current situation was very clear, he was the only one in the entire royal family with hope of inheriting the throne.

For the time being, no one could compete with him.

Unless Tenth Uncle immediately stepped into the Grandmaster realm, only then could this situation be changed.

Tenth Uncle had not been able to step into the Grandmaster realm for several years, causing the outside world to have less and less confidence in him.

"Your Highness, the sect master said that you are a master of both the sword and the saber, not only is your swordsmanship unparalleled, but your saber technique is also rare in the world," Qu Ying said, "How was my saber technique just now?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Very good."

Shao Feng quickly echoed: "It is indeed a good saber technique, I am far inferior."

This earned him a glare from Qu Ying.

She was asking the prince, when had she asked him?

Shao Feng smiled embarrassedly.

Chu Zhiyuan didn't like to be a teacher, and didn't have the habit of casually guiding others.

The disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect had their own inheritance system for saber techniques, and didn't need outsiders to say much.

Qu Ying asked unwillingly: "Is there anything to improve?"

"The heat is a bit lacking, just practice more," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Qu Ying sighed helplessly.

Shao Feng quickly said: "What Your Highness said is absolutely right, if the heat is insufficient, then just practice more."

Qu Ying glanced at him askance.

Shao Feng quickly closed his mouth, smiling apologetically.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his head and looked into the distance: "Let's go, continue."

The eight corpses had already quickly turned into eight skeletons, but they had no intention of burying them.

These demonic cultists deserved to be exposed to the wilderness, not having their bones crushed and scattered to the winds was already merciful.

"Your Highness, I have a small question, I don't know if I should ask it."

Qu Ying sheathed her saber, and said while using her lightness skill to speed away,

She was following on Chu Zhiyuan's left side, while Shao Feng was following on her left side.

Zou Fang was behind everyone.

The four of them stepped on the treetops and floated into the distance.