Imperial Cultivation

After eating, he left the Prince's mansion.

In his opinion, leaving the mansion without guards was unwise.

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Although the safety of the imperial city, especially the inner city, was guaranteed, what if he encountered someone blind?

His cultivation was not high enough; even if he could take revenge, it would be useless if he suffered a loss.

If it were him, he certainly wouldn't take the risk.

But now he was an incarnation, and according to Chu Liezhao's original personality, he would never hold back and be afraid to go out and play.

Fire trees and silver flowers, splendid and brilliant.

That was the impression the imperial city gave him.

Walking on the wide and bustling street, Chu Zhiyuan wore a smile on his face as he looked around.

On both sides of the street, brightly lit restaurants with the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments and songs rising into the clouds.

An atmosphere of extravagance permeated the air.

He was accompanied by Youlan and four guards, like an ordinary wealthy young master.

After walking around, he felt hungry, so he casually found a restaurant to enter.

This Flying Moon Restaurant was very lively.

The diners gathered in groups of two or three at a table, drinking and laughing.

A high platform was set up in the central courtyard of the restaurant.

These nine women all possessed considerable cultivation.

Their figures were graceful and charming, and their sword dance added a bit of heroic spirit.

The combination of strength and beauty gave a strong visual stimulation.

"Good!" "Powerful!"

In the restaurant, cheers and applause rang out from time to time, rising and falling.

Chu Zhiyuan watched with great interest, his super-senses allowing him to appreciate the beauty and grace of their postures even more.

He discovered that when the nine women danced together, they resonated with a strange rhythm, which made them even more charming.

Adding a bit of gentleness, adding a bit of fascination.

Like a dream, infinitely beautiful.

Chu Zhiyuan turned his head and said, "Aunt, is this some kind of cultivation technique?"

Youlan sat next to him, her almond eyes and peach cheeks calm and serene: "It should be a technique originating from the Demon Clan, the Chaos God Guide."

"They are practicing demonic techniques?"

"It's a branch derived from demonic techniques; many dance masters practice these to evoke resonance in the five senses and enhance the performance effect."

"In this case, demonic techniques have infiltrated every aspect of our lives."

"Demonic techniques and demon techniques both have the effect of quick success, which is exactly what people want."

"Don't they know the dangers of demonic techniques and demon techniques?"

"There must be gains and losses; moreover, those who practice these are often people with mediocre talents who cannot reach the Transformation God Realm, so the harm is limited."

The dangers of demonic techniques and demon techniques only become apparent in the Transformation God Realm.

Before the Transformation God Realm, there were only the benefits of quick success and strength, without any disadvantages.

Chu Zhiyuan drank wine while admiring the sword dance, occasionally cheering a few times, blending into the surrounding diners.

After the nine women finished their sword dance and gracefully retreated, several women wearing veils and holding zithers came up and sat down to start playing.

Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze and looked around.

The surrounding people also withdrew their enthusiasm and began to talk with their tablemates.

Some discussed the sword dance just now, which one was more beautiful, which one was more worth watching.

Others discussed gossip.

Youlan suddenly frowned slightly and said softly, "Your Highness, are you going to compete with the Twelfth Prince?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Aunt heard that?"

"Is it true?"

"Yes."

"Your Highness..."

"I have to let Father see my talent, right? So he won't say I'm useless all day long."

"And then there's the Quiet Thought Cliff; if I win against the Twelfth, I should get a change of scenery, right?" Chu Zhiyuan snorted.

"... Does Your Highness have confidence?" Youlan asked.

If His Highness could really win, the benefits would be enormous, reversing people's impressions in one fell swoop.

This world respects the strong.

If someone has a bad temper but is strong enough, that's just their personality and can be tolerated. If their cultivation is weak and their talent is poor, then they are useless.

As long as His Highness demonstrates exceptional talent, a bad temper can also be tolerated.

Chu Zhiyuan said indifferently: "A piece of cake!"

Youlan smiled and said, "Your Highness, the Twelfth Prince also has very good talent."

"He's no match for me."

"... I'll inquire about the Twelfth Prince's situation first," Youlan said.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

He felt a faint threat from the Fourth Prince, but not from the Sixth Prince, and even less from the Twelfth Prince.

The Fourth Prince's cultivation was indeed strong, and his Great Light Fist should also be powerful. He needed to be careful against him.

The Sixth Prince and the Twelfth Prince posed no danger and could be easily defeated.

But to be on the safe side, he would wait another ten days; he should be able to break through to the first level then.

Reaching the fifth level would give him even more confidence.

This was a crucial battle, a battle to rise, and could not be lost.

The next day, in the evening, he had just returned to the palace when he saw Chu Zhen, Chu Qiao, and Consort Hui were all there.

Consort Hui was lying on the chaise lounge in the courtyard pavilion. Seeing him appear, she glanced at him: "Oh, Ninth Prince, you've finally returned."

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fist: "Why is Mother Consort here?"

"Can't I come?" Consort Hui snorted: "You're quite bold, daring to compete with the Twelfth!"

Chu Zhen hurriedly said: "Brother, Twelfth Brother is very powerful."

Chu Qiao nodded vigorously: "Twelfth Brother's best skill is the Great Light Fist. Even those two levels above him are not necessarily his match."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "How coincidental, my best skill is also the Great Light Fist."

The two girls looked at him helplessly.

They knew whether Chu Liezhao practiced the Great Light Fist or not.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and punched out.

A faint fist mark appeared three meters away, faintly visible.

Like an ice-sculpted fist appearing in the lake.

"Bang!"

The void exploded.

The wind howled.

Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his fist and smiled at the three women.

"Amazing, Brother!" Chu Zhen cheered immediately.

Chu Qiao looked at him in surprise.

Consort Hui snorted: "It's not skill if you can only use it like this normally."

The most difficult thing about the Great Light Fist is using it against an enemy.

Usually, when practicing alone or sparring with companions, you can unleash its power.

But once facing an enemy, if the state of mind cannot match the realm of light, then its power is completely lost.

This is a common problem for almost all Great Light Fist practitioners.

"Mother, this is already very impressive," Chu Zhen said dissatisfied: "Second Brother usually can't practice this well either."

Consort Hui said: "Zhaor, Twelfth is closest to the Fourth Prince. He is only acting like this towards you to maintain the Fourth Prince's dignity."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Consort Hui said: "Twelfth is an honest and kind child. He is a good child."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Mother Consort wants me to show mercy?"

He understood Consort Hui's thoughts.

By explaining the Twelfth Prince's kindness and honesty, she was trying to dispel his hatred and resentment.

So that when competing with the Twelfth Prince, his state of mind could match the light.

So that he could unleash the power of the Great Light Fist.

"That's right, show mercy," Consort Hui said: "After all, you are brothers, not enemies. It's the same with the Fourth Prince; you are connected by blood."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Okay, I will only make him cry, not injure him."

Chu Qiao smiled charmingly: "If you can win, Brother, Father will definitely look at you differently."

Chu Zhen nodded vigorously.

Consort Hui didn't say much.

Chu Zhiyuan thought to himself.

It seemed that the Emperor's attitude towards the original owner might not necessarily be because of the original owner's temper and mischief.