Imperial Cultivation

Chu Zhiyuan ignored the approaching experts from the heretical sects.

Instead, he stared towards the street.

For them to cause such chaos, especially under the control of the city guards, they naturally had special tricks.

A dozen Imperial Guards rushed out from both sides, blocking the experts from the heretical sects.

A fierce battle ensued.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and scanned his surroundings: "Your Highness, it seems you don't often have the chance to fight experts from the heretical sects."

Prince Song chuckled: "Tianjing rarely has experts from the heretical sects."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "There are quite a few experts from the heretical sects in Tianjing."

"Many?"

"I can see over forty right now. Besides the ones in front of us, there's another group hiding in the crowd, observing."

Prince Song's expression turned disgusted.

"Your Highness, have you ever personally witnessed the evil deeds of the heretical sect demons?"

"...I saw it once when I was young." Prince Song's face turned pale.

He didn't want to recall that scene.

It had been suppressed deep within his heart.

It had been suppressed for so long that he thought he had forgotten it.

Seeing these experts from the heretical sects today, the memories he thought he had forgotten became clear again.

He realized he had never forgotten.

His eighteenth brother was captured by a heretical sect expert along with him. The heretical sect expert devoured his eighteenth brother first.

He watched helplessly as his eighteenth brother was reduced to just skin and bones amidst painful screams.

Chu Zhiyuan calmly watched the battle and the crowd in the distance, saying softly, "Then Your Highness should understand why I hate them so much, why I insist on exterminating them."

"Kill! Them! Well!" Prince Song said slowly.

Chu Zhiyuan's extrasensory perception was constantly observing everyone, including Prince Song.

He saw the expression in Prince Song's eyes, the turmoil of emotions.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "The wisest thing for me to do is to stand by and watch, letting your Great Meng Imperial Guards kill them, letting the Great Meng Imperial Guards suffer losses. If I intervene, I can prevent your Imperial Guards from suffering losses, but not only will you not be grateful, but you will also think I'm meddling."

"Your Grace..." Prince Song hesitated: "Will the Imperial Guards suffer losses?"

He had to admit that Chu Zhiyuan was right.

The wisest thing for Chu Zhiyuan to do was to stay put and let the Imperial Guards handle it.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Once they use Jade Stone Annihilation, the Imperial Guards won't be able to stop it."

"...Then please, Your Grace, take action!" Prince Song gritted his teeth and said.

He would just have to lose face today. Compared to saving face, the lives of the Imperial Guards were more important.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Then I'll take action?"

"Your Grace, please!" Prince Song nodded vigorously: "Kill all these demons!"

Eight illusory figures flew out from Chu Zhiyuan's sleeve, hovering above his head, revealing themselves to be eight flying knives.

The eight flying knives were crystal clear, as if carved from ice.

They floated in the void one meter above Chu Zhiyuan's head, gently trembling, eager to try.

Prince Song looked at them in amazement, and Hu Ping'an and Guo Pu also looked at the flying knives curiously.

Each one was exquisite, with faint, intricate patterns.

Those who were interested knew the name of Chu Zhiyuan's flying knives, but they had never seen them in person and thought it was exaggerated.

How could there be such powerful flying knives?

As they looked at them, they felt that the eight flying knives seemed to be alive.

Like eight eagles, eager to hunt.

"Go!"

With a soft whistle, the eight crystal flying knives instantly disappeared into the air.

The next moment, they pierced into the crowd that was fighting, flying past the foreheads of one heretical sect demon after another.

They were elusive, but their speed was extremely fast. By the time they reacted, the flying knives were already upon them, unavoidable.

In one round trip, the eight flying knives pierced through sixteen heads, and in another round trip, they killed all the heretical sect demons who were fighting.

They reappeared in the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head, not stained with a drop of blood.

Prince Song and the others stared wide-eyed, feeling a sense of shame.

Chu Zhiyuan pointed his mouth towards the distance: "There will probably be another battle over there."

Prince Song stared blankly at him, then blankly at the street in the distance.

"Should I just take care of it?" Chu Zhiyuan said.

Prince Song said blankly: "Take care of it."

The eight flying knives suddenly lit up and shot out again, disappearing into the air.

They pierced into the crowd in the distance, passing through one head after another.

"Murder!"

Screams came from the distance.

Transparent flying knives pierced through heads, causing their owners to die tragically.

The corpses were rapidly shrinking, leaving only clothes and the bones beneath the clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the eight flying knives flew back to the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head.

They trembled gently, as if revealing the emotion of not being satisfied, wanting to kill again.

Chu Zhiyuan faintly felt their dissatisfaction.

These heretical sect experts were not strong enough, nor were there enough of them, not enough for them to kill.

"Your Grace has good knife skills," Prince Song said with emotion: "Truly good knife skills!"

Such flying knife skills were miraculous.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction and smiled: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my mission."

"Your Grace's divine knives have opened my eyes!" Prince Song said with emotion: "I really don't know how such unparalleled knife skills are cultivated!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "It was a coincidence. Killing heretical sect demons is very worry-free and effortless."

Guo Pu, wearing a red robe, smiled and said: "Your Grace, you wouldn't have made a mistake, would you? You wouldn't have killed the wrong person?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "They will only kill those with heavy baleful aura, specializing in killing demons. Those without much baleful aura are not so easy to kill."

The Imperial Guards had stopped, looking at the shrinking corpses on the ground, all looking at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Your Highness, the cleanup is complete."

"Thank you, Your Grace." Prince Song cupped his fist: "Let's continue walking."

"Okay." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

The Imperial Guards quickly moved the shrinking corpses on the ground, allowing the envoy and the Great Meng Ministry of Rites officials to continue forward.

After walking a hundred meters, before reaching the intersection of another street, the eight flying knives above Chu Zhiyuan's head shot out again, piercing into the crowd at the street intersection.

Then there were screams.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Murder!"

The screams rose and fell.

Chu Zhiyuan's pace did not stop, continuing forward, and the eight flying knives above his head also kept moving.

They had just returned not long ago, and then flew out again.

By the time they arrived at the Great Meng's Sifang Hall Street, Chu Zhiyuan's flying knives had already been deployed six times.

Each time, they killed twenty or thirty people.

Prince Song secretly counted that from the South City Gate to the Sifang Hall, they had forcibly killed more than two hundred people.

More than two hundred heretical sect demons made them feel apprehensive.

They never expected the heretical sects to be so rampant, that there were actually more than two hundred heretical sect demons in Tianjing City!

These were just the demons who came to assassinate Chu Zhiyuan. It was impossible for all the demons in Tianjing City to come to assassinate Chu Zhiyuan.

So there were even more demons in Tianjing City!

Thinking of this, they all felt heavy-hearted and inexplicably anxious.

Tianjing City, which they originally thought was as stable as a rock and extremely safe, actually harbored hundreds of demons, or even thousands, or even tens of thousands.

After they bid farewell to Chu Zhiyuan, they all looked solemn and had ugly faces.

Prince Song personally entered the palace to see the Emperor.

He wanted to personally report the matter of the heretical sect demons.

He also wanted to personally apologize, as he had indeed lost face for Great Meng today.