Imperial Cultivation

The scene before them was beyond their imagination.

This was completely different from the martial arts and flying knives they had imagined, it was simply miraculous.

Obsessed with the mysteries of these flying knives, they were reluctant to leave, just wanting to take another look, to see clearly.

Zhao Rongfei praised endlessly: “Amazing! How did the Fourth Master practice this knife technique?”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: “It started when I entered the Mingwu Hall and began practicing the Po Jing Heart Sutra.” He recounted the situation in the main hall of the Mingwu Hall, omitting some things he couldn't say.

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He only spoke of the Transformation Dragon Art and the Imperial Void Sword Sutra, which left Zhao Rongfei speechless.

He marveled at his genius.

The Mingwu Hall had ancient inheritances, and so did their Golden Blade Sect.

However, these inheritances were shelved and forgotten. In the beginning, some people tried to practice them.

Later, they found it was a waste of time. It was better to practice the fundamental heart sutra of the Golden Blade Sect, which would improve their realm faster.

In this world, realm is fundamental.

During their conversation, several more Xie Sect experts rushed over, only to be dealt with by the eight flying knives.

The city guards arrived late.

Six city guards, dressed in dark green uniforms and draped in red cloaks, arrived at the Flying Snow Restaurant.

As soon as they entered the restaurant and saw the corpses on the ground, their faces immediately turned gloomy.

Seeing the eight flying knives hovering above Chu Zhiyuan's head, their expressions became even more unpleasant.

They immediately recognized Chu Zhiyuan's identity.

Many people didn't know the details of Chu Zhiyuan's fight when he entered the city, but they, as city guards, did.

The story had spread like wildfire, reaching all the city guards within half a day.

All the city guards knew that the Great Jing envoy had arrived, including the Fourth Master Chu Zhiyuan.

A Grandmaster, whose flying knife technique was so miraculous that he could control the knives as if they were living things.

Now they had finally seen it with their own eyes.

But they felt no excitement, only a headache.

So many people had died, and they were all Xie Sect experts.

This meant that so many Xie Sect experts had infiltrated Tianjing City, which would inevitably make the people of Tianjing City panic.

When that happened, not only would the common people be dissatisfied, but the nobles would be even more dissatisfied.

The good days of their city guards were over, and they would definitely be exhausted from now on, worse than oxen and horses.

Thinking of this, they felt both helpless and angry, glaring fiercely at the pile of corpses.

These corpses had been dragged aside by Guo Chi and the others, and were slowly shrinking. The first few assassins had already turned into skeletons.

While the six city guards were examining the corpses, another ten Xie Sect experts rushed over from a distance, directly into the restaurant, and pounced on Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: “These Xie Sect demons gathered here are the source of the chaos. I’m sorry to have implicated everyone.

I feel really bad about it.”

Zhao Rongfei said: “Even without you, Fourth Master, they would still sneak into Tianjing City to do evil! — These demons,

it's best to kill them all.”

He said in a deep voice: “What I admire most about the Fourth Master is your courage to kill the demons!”

He hated evil as if it were his enemy, and wished he could kill all the Xie Sect demons in the world.

But he deeply felt that his own strength was limited, and he was powerless to kill the thieves even though he wanted to.

Chu Zhiyuan fulfilled his desire, killing Xie Sect demons, at least a thousand Xie Sect demons had died in his hands.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: “I hope others think like you, Young Master Zhao, and don’t blame me for attracting the Xie Sect demons.”

Zhao Rongfei shook his head and was about to speak when he noticed a young man slowly entering the restaurant.

The young man was deep in thought, his eyes blank, and his feet kept moving.

He was completely unaware of the strangeness of the Flying Snow Restaurant.

He ignored the city guards blocking the entrance of the restaurant and continued to walk forward.

And the six city guards actually stepped aside to make way, without stopping him.

Zhao Rongfei raised his voice: “Lao Wan! Lao Wan!”

The tall and handsome young man paused, stepped over, and didn't even look at the six city guards.

He came to the table, saw Chu Zhiyuan, and also saw Xiao Ruoling, who was sitting facing the window.

He glanced at Xiao Ruoling's beautiful face, then turned his gaze away and focused on the eight flying knives above Chu Zhiyuan's head.

His eyes were bright, staring intently at the eight flying knives. He looked at Chu Zhiyuan, cupped his fist and said: “Are you the Fourth Master?

“I am the Fourth Master,” Zhao Rongfei said to Chu Zhiyuan: “Fourth Master, this is Wan Bicheng, a true disciple of the Qiling Sect.”

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fist and smiled: “Young Master Wan, nice to meet you.”

Wan Bicheng cupped his fist, his eyes still fixed on the eight flying knives floating in the air, and said with emotion: “I have long heard of the Fourth Master's name, so these are the flying knives!”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and looked at him.

Wan Bicheng stared at the flying knives with extreme enthusiasm, and quickly asked: “What is the power of these flying knives?”

Zhao Rongfei pointed to the pile of bones: “Those who died under the flying knives were all experts from the Xie Sect. The strong ones are Grandmasters, and the weak ones are at least in the late stages of the Xiantian realm.”

“So powerful!” Wan Bicheng was excited and reached out to take a flying knife.

The eight flying knives simultaneously rose a foot, avoiding his fingers.

Wan Bicheng withdrew his hand and said with emotion: “How wonderful!”

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Zhao Rongfei said unhappily: “Lao Wan, you are too rude.”

Wan Bicheng paused, came back to his senses, and then said solemnly with a cupped fist: “I apologize, Fourth Master, please don’t be offended.”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: “It seems that Young Master Wan is a person who is focused on cultivation.”

“Yes, Lao Wan is obsessed with cultivation and doesn’t care much about other things.” Zhao Rongfei shook his head: “He’s muddle-headed and easily offends people.”

Chu Zhiyuan said: “Isn’t that a kind of happiness?”

This could be considered a martial arts fanatic, but his cultivation realm wasn't very high, only at the third level of the Grandmaster realm, which was comparable to Zhao Rongfei's cultivation.

“Lao Wan pursues martial arts.” Zhao Rongfei said: “He is especially proficient in swordsmanship.”

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: “Isn’t the Qiling Sect’s most powerful technique boxing?”

“Lao Wan likes to practice swordsmanship the most, and his swordsmanship is superb.” Zhao Rongfei smiled: “Our realms are comparable, but if we really fight, I can’t withstand ten moves from him.”

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: “Impressive.”

Wan Bicheng stared at him intently: “Fourth Master, how about we have a match?”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: “I also like martial arts, we can exchange some swordsmanship.”

Wan Bicheng said: “Fourth Master, won’t you use flying knives? How will these flying knives fare against my sword?”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: “Against flying knives, Young Master Wan, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to draw your sword.”

Wan Bicheng said: “I most want to experience these flying knives and see how powerful they really are.”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: “Alright, then how about we return to the Sifang Pavilion?”

“That would be great.” Wan Bicheng nodded quickly.

Zhao Rongfei also nodded.

They did as they said, got up directly and walked out, leaving the Flying Snow Restaurant.

The city guards did not stop them and let them leave.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head secretly.

These city guards were indeed negligent and simply fooling around, they didn't even ask me a question.

They stepped into the bustling crowd.

Chu Zhiyuan's flying knives hung above his head, occasionally shooting towards the distance, killing Xie Sect experts one by one.

The whole street was immediately thrown into chaos.

By the time Chu Zhiyuan returned to the street of the Sifang Pavilion, he had already killed thirty-three Xie Sect experts along the way.

Seeing such flying knives, Zhao Rongfei had already given up the idea of sparring with Chu Zhiyuan.

But Wan Bicheng became even more excited, the hand holding his sword trembling slightly, eager to start fighting immediately.