Imperial Cultivation

He found the disciples of the Four Sects to be incredibly boring.

They were all idle to the point of annoyance. Instead of practicing their skills, they insisted on coming over to watch the excitement.

He didn't reflect on why his interpersonal relationships were so poor.

He was usually aloof, but he didn't think of himself as such.

"Brother Zhao, why don't you just forget about it?" A handsome young man said with a smile, "There's no need to humiliate yourself."

Zhao Rongfei coldly said, "If it were Brother Feng, would you flee without a fight?"

"Knowing I can't win, but still fighting? I wouldn't do that." The handsome young man shook his head. "Isn't that just embarrassing your own sect?"

Zhao Rongfei proudly said, "Knowing it's impossible, yet still doing it, never giving up until the last moment, that's the principle of our Golden Saber Sect, unlike your Non-Phase Sect!"

"Hey!" The handsome young man was stunned with anger. "What a sharp tongue you have!"

He shook his head and said, "Just wait and see if you can still say those words later!"

Another young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes smiled and said, "Brother Feng, why bother suffering? Brother Zhao has always been stubborn; it's impossible to get him to admit defeat willingly!"

He chuckled and said, "Then let's have a fight. Brother Meng, there's no need to go for the kill."

Meng Gengbai seemed not to hear, slowly leaving the small pavilion and coming to the center of the open space.

He glanced around, took two steps, and positioned himself in the very center.

Then, he calmly looked at Zhao Rongfei and solemnly said, "Please—!"

Zhao Rongfei walked to a spot ten feet away from him, calmly cupped his fist and said, "Brother Meng, your swordsmanship is outstanding; I've always wanted to find an opportunity to learn from you."

"No need for formalities; let's see the real skill." Meng Gengbai solemnly said, "I always go all out when I attack. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Zhao Rongfei solemnly nodded slowly.

"Wait, wait." Someone called out.

Meng Gengbai frowned and looked over.

He saw a young man with smiling eyes waving two dark iron armors in his hand: "To avoid casualties, put these on first."

Everyone looked over and shook their heads.

"Zhou Mingming, you're so nosy! What's the point of wearing these things!"

The young man with smiling eyes said with a grin, "Wear them to avoid injuries and the need for spiritual medicine."

He smiled and said, "If someone really gets injured, a bottle of spiritual medicine is the least you'd need, right? Is trading a piece of armor for a bottle of spiritual medicine worth it?"

"Wearing these, the feeling isn't right; you can't get your heartstrings taut."

"That's still better than wasting a bottle of spiritual medicine."

"Zhou Mingming, you're so biased; are you afraid Zhao Rongfei will be seriously injured?"

"Brother Zhao might not be defeated; maybe Brother Meng will lose."

"Haha…"

"Giggle giggle…"

Laughter and delicate giggles blended together, filled with amusement.

They thought Zhou Mingming was too ridiculous; Zhao Rongfei defeating Meng Gengbai? How could he dare say that!

Zhou Mingming ignored them, throwing out a piece of dark armor with each hand.

Meng Gengbai dodged to the side.

Zhao Rongfei reached out and caught them, put them aside, and smiled, "Little Zhou, I don't need these."

Zhou Mingming hurriedly said, "Better safe than sorry."

Zhao Rongfei smiled and shook his head, slowly drawing his long saber, calmly looking at Meng Gengbai: "Brother Meng, please—!"

Meng Gengbai was about to draw his sword, but his gaze suddenly froze, landing on the long saber.

He frowned as he looked at Zhao Rongfei.

This saber actually had no edge.

Zhao Rongfei smiled and said, "This saber technique of mine is too fierce."

Meng Gengbai stared at him solemnly.

Gengbai Divine Sword was not an empty name; it was a title earned through battle. His swordsmanship was outstanding, almost unmatched among this generation of disciples.

Everyone also noticed the strangeness of his saber.

They couldn't help but shake their heads.

Today, Zhao Rongfei was truly abnormal; they didn't know what madness he was up to.

To actually use a saber without an edge, was it to make Meng Gengbai show mercy?

That was indeed a way.

But that method wouldn't work on Meng Gengbai; once he drew his sword, he would have no one in his eyes and would go all out.

Zhao Rongfei ignored him, solemnly pointing his saber at Meng Gengbai: "Brother Meng, please—!"

Meng Gengbai gripped his sword hilt and said in a deep voice, "Be careful!"

Everyone focused their attention.

Meng Gengbai's swordsmanship was astonishing; they had come to watch the excitement, half to see Zhao Rongfei lose face, and the other half to witness Meng Gengbai's swordsmanship.

This would greatly benefit their own swordsmanship practice.

"Chih!" A cold light flashed, and the sword tip had already pierced Zhao Rongfei's chest.

Zhao Rongfei was prepared, retreating and dodging, while simultaneously swinging his saber.

He knew Meng Gengbai's sword was fast, seeking a one-hit kill.

The edgeless long saber drew a white streak, seemingly slow, but accurately striking Meng Gengbai's chest.

Meng Gengbai seemed not to have reacted, his chest struck solidly, and he flew out.

Half of his body was directly numb, and the long sword involuntarily flew out of his hand.

With a muffled "bang," he supported himself on the ground with his left hand, finally avoiding a direct faceplant.

His body slid dozens of meters across the open space, stopping only when he crashed into a tree stump.

The calmness and solemnity he had maintained vanished instantly, leaving only a disheveled appearance.

Everyone was stunned.

"This…"

"What kind of saber technique is this?"

Zhao Rongfei calmly and solemnly cupped his fist: "Brother Meng, I've won."

Half of Meng Gengbai's body was still numb, and his legs couldn't muster any strength, but he struggled to stand up, covered his chest, and solemnly said, "Good saber technique!"

Zhao Rongfei smiled and said, "A move obtained by chance, and it's the only one."

"…I'd like to learn it again." Meng Gengbai said.

Zhao Rongfei looked at his chest.

Although there was no saber edge, and he had qi protecting his body, this strike definitely caused injury.

Meng Gengbai shook his head: "It's fine."

He took out a jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a snow-white pill, and put it in his mouth.

Amidst everyone's surprised gazes, he bent down to pick up the long sword from the ground and lightly shook it.

The sword body was snow-bright, chillingly cold, and even the sword tip faintly extended outward, forming a sword aura.

Everyone focused their attention again.

Last time, although Meng Gengbai had gone all out, he still hadn't expected Zhao Rongfei's saber technique to be so fierce.

He was still somewhat relaxed in his heart.

Now that he truly took it seriously, Zhao Rongfei would have no chance.

"Please—!" Meng Gengbai solemnly held his long sword flat, the sword aura at the tip extending even further.

"Brother Meng, please." Zhao Rongfei solemnly said.

"Chih!" A strand of sword light broke through the air, instantly reaching Zhao Rongfei.

Zhao Rongfei had already swung his saber.

The saber light was like a white rainbow, lightly colliding with Meng Gengbai's chest.

Meng Gengbai seemed completely unprepared, and was once again sent flying.

In the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the long sword flew out again.

Hissing sounds of inhalation were endless.

Everyone stared at Zhao Rongfei in amazement.

This saber strike was very strange.

It seemed not so fast, but Meng Gengbai seemed not to see it, as if his body was actively moving towards it.

"I'll try!" The handsome young man who had spoken earlier floated out of the small pavilion, landing opposite Zhao Rongfei.

Zhao Rongfei saw Meng Gengbai flip over and get up, unharmed, so he turned to the handsome young man and said faintly, "Little Feng, why bother humiliating yourself?"

"Hey, knowing it's impossible, yet still doing it, isn't just the principle of your Golden Saber Sect, it's the same for our Non-Phase Sect!" The handsome young man snorted, "Less talk, draw your saber!"

"Alright, watch the saber!" Meng Gengbai swung his saber.

A white rainbow streaked past.

The handsome young man had only drawn his sword halfway when he was struck in the chest and sent flying.

He slid ten meters on the ground and stopped, crying out strangely, "Strange!"

He had clearly been prepared, even drawing his sword in advance, but he hadn't been able to react in time.

This saber strike seemed slow, but was actually incredibly fast.

"I'll do it!" The young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes leaped in front of him, cupping his fist and saying, "Brother Zhao, I'll learn this saber strike!"

Zhao Rongfei hesitated.

"What, do you look down on me, Old Sun?"

"Then please." Zhao Rongfei said in a deep voice.

This Sun Jingzhou was from the Phoenix Sword Sect, but the current Phoenix Sword Sect was not the Phoenix Sword Sect of the past.

The Emperor came from the Phoenix Sword Sect, which suddenly elevated the Phoenix Sword Sect's position.

Although it was still one of the Four Great Sects, it faintly had the momentum of being the number one sect.

This was a case of 'when one achieves the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.'

"Watch the sword!" Sun Jingzhou drew his sword and thrust, the sword light faintly tinged with red.

Zhao Rongfei drew his saber, and the white rainbow flashed again.

Immediately, Sun Jingzhou was struck by the saber and sent flying, almost crashing into the handsome young man.

Everyone clicked their tongues in amazement.

"Brother Zhao, what kind of saber technique is this?"

"White Rainbow Style." Zhao Rongfei held his saber and swept it towards everyone in the small pavilion, as if asking if there was anyone else.

But no one jumped out again.

They all saw the strangeness of this saber strike, seemingly slow but actually fast, it was incredibly fast.

The move was unremarkable, just the word 'fast,' and there was no need to learn it.

Going up would not end well; they would only humiliate themselves.

Someone curiously asked, "Where did you get this chance encounter? Could it be some cave dwelling?"

Zhao Rongfei smiled proudly and shook his head, "I can't say."

"Good saber technique."

"Indeed, a good saber technique."

"Brother Zhao, is this the only move?"

"Yes, only this one move."

"Having this one move is already enough."

"Such a saber technique, yet it's unknown? I've never heard of White Rainbow Style."

"Brother Zhao, can you tell us the full name of this saber technique?"

"There is no full name, only this one move, White Rainbow Style."

Someone smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, with this one move, you're enough to defeat the true disciples of our generation."

Zhao Rongfei laughed, "How is that possible?"

"Why isn't it possible?" That person retorted, "Brother Meng's swordsmanship already surpasses his peers, no one can restrain him."

The name Gengbai Divine Sword was earned through battle. Who was he fighting?

Naturally, it was the other young disciples of the Four Great Sects, the true disciples of this generation.

The true disciples of this generation, whether it was Phoenix Divine Sword, Great Sun Golden Saber, or Non-Phase Sword Art, none were his match.

Of course, the true disciples of the previous generation were different; those at the top three levels of the Grandmaster Realm could suppress swordsmanship with their realm.

Zhao Rongfei smiled and shook his head.

He actually understood that this was right; none of the true disciples of this generation would be his match.

This kind of feeling… was exactly what he had been painstakingly cultivating for.

Now that he had finally tasted it, it was truly wonderful!

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, unable to suppress it even when he tried.

"Where did this saber technique come from?"

Everyone asked relentlessly.

But Zhao Rongfei kept his mouth shut, absolutely refusing to say more.

He cupped his fist, bid farewell to everyone, and strode away.

"Where did he get this chance encounter? Is there no news at all?"

"Old Zhao hasn't left the city for a while; he's been in the city the whole time. Where did he get the chance encounter? Did he get it from the sect's armory?"

"It's possible."

"It's also possible that it was taught by an expert."

"Which expert?"

"…There really aren't many in the world with this kind of saber technique; they can be counted on one's fingers."

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