Imperial Cultivation

Two purple-robed youths glared coldly at him, ready to strike again at any moment.

Chu Zhiyuan ignored them, his gaze sweeping towards the Fifth Prince, Cheng Yunzheng, and the Sixth Prince, Cheng Yunqi: "Didn't you want to deal with me? I've come to your doorstep!"

The Fifth Prince, Cheng Yunzheng, sized Chu Zhiyuan up and down: "Are you really the Ninth Prince, Chu Liezhao?"

Chu Zhiyuan scoffed: "Would anyone dare impersonate me? Who has the guts?!"

The Sixth Prince, Cheng Yunqi, stroked his chin and chuckled: "Chu Liezhao, you've got some nerve."

"If we're talking about nerve, it's not as great as you two," Chu Zhiyuan sneered. "Running to our Imperial City to provoke us, are you tired of living?"

Cheng Yunqi chuckled: "It's not a matter of being bold or not. Your Jade Vista Dynasty can't do anything to us brothers."

"You have treasures protecting you, don't you?" Chu Zhiyuan glanced at them askance. "So you're full of confidence. I wonder what kind of treasures they are?"

The two exchanged a look and smiled smugly.

Chu Zhiyuan scoffed: "Could it be treasures bestowed by a Spirit Venerable? Does our Imperial City have no treasures?"

He was extremely curious about the protective treasures they possessed.

What kind of treasure could give them such confidence?

The Sixth Prince, Cheng Yunqi, shook his head: "Chu Liezhao, you are not worthy of the Twelfth Princess."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If I'm not worthy, then you are?"

"That's right," Cheng Yunqi nodded as a matter of course. "I'm much stronger than you."

"Where are you stronger?" Chu Zhiyuan scoffed. "You're just mediocre, far inferior to your Fifth Brother."

"I'm not as good as Fifth Brother, but I'm stronger than you!" Cheng Yunqi huffed. "You have a bad temper, poor social skills, and mediocre talent, while the Twelfth Princess is as beautiful as a celestial and has exceptional talent. How could she marry trash like you?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If she's so good, then you're worthy of her?"

He looked at the Fifth Prince, Cheng Yunzheng: "Cheng Yunzheng, don't you want to marry her?"

Cheng Yunzheng said solemnly: "Why waste words? Let's see who's better!"

"If you're no match for Fifth Brother, then obediently give up on the Twelfth Princess."

"How laughable!" Chu Zhiyuan scoffed. "This kind of matter is a national affair, how can it be decided privately? Do you think you can just change it as you please?"

Cheng Yunqi said smugly: "We have already received a promise from the Phoenix Dynasty's Emperor. If we can defeat you, we can take your place!"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

He hadn't expected the Phoenix Dynasty's Emperor to act so frivolously, treating the Twelfth Princess's consort like a child's play.

Wasn't it said that the Twelfth Princess was extremely favored?

What was the inside story?

Did the Twelfth Princess offend the Emperor, or did the Emperor intend to suppress her?

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Then what does it have to do with you? If you lose to me, will Cheng Yunqi become the consort? ... Does Cheng Yunqi need you to help him win the position of consort? Then will you also replace him as the consort?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Cheng Yunqi huffed. "Fifth Brother will test whether you're qualified to fight me first."

Chu Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, a mocking smile on his face: "Your thick skin is admirable!"

"You flatter me," Cheng Yunqi said smugly, looking at Cheng Yunzheng: "Fifth Brother, please."

Cheng Yunzheng stared at Chu Zhiyuan and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Prince, shall we go outside to spar?"

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at the room: "Isn't your Heaven-Asking Divine Sword supposed to be able to defeat opponents with a single strike? Then come on, take my punch first!"

As he spoke, he threw a light punch.

"Bang!" A white light flashed suddenly, arriving at Cheng Yunzheng's chest in an instant.

The speed was incredibly fast, too fast to react.

Cheng Yunzheng was already prepared, sidestepping to avoid it, and thrusting his sword out diagonally with his right hand.

A streak of sword light instantly appeared on Chu Zhiyuan's chest.

The sword tip and the white light arrived at each other's chests simultaneously, both surpassing the limits of distance.

Chu Zhiyuan's clothes suddenly bulged, shattering the sword light, while he threw out several more punches.

The white light flickered, striking towards Cheng Yunzheng several times.

Cheng Yunzheng's figure flickered, sometimes visible, sometimes not, as if he had turned into a phantom.

Each time the white light struck, it seemed to hit only his shadow and not his true body.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

This was a profound movement technique, and it must have been aided by some kind of treasure.

Just like he had the Moon Silk Frost Garment, the other party also had a treasure that enhanced their movement and defense.

The power of a Spirit Transformation-level Great Radiance Fist was not a joke, and with their Spirit Intent Realm cultivation, they definitely couldn't withstand it.

Several streaks of sword light fell towards his chest, each one abrupt and eerie, not giving him a chance to dodge.

But Chu Zhiyuan didn't dodge at all, relying on the Moon Silk Frost Garment to block them head-on.

By doing so, the wonders of the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword were no longer wondrous, and it only depended on the level of the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword.

Through the Moon Silk Frost Garment, he sensed that the level of the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword was at the Spirit Entry-level, just like the realm when he comprehended the Great Radiance Fist.

This was already shocking enough.

If he didn't have the Moon Silk Frost Garment, even a Spirit Transformation Realm expert couldn't withstand the Spirit Entry-level Heaven-Asking Divine Sword.

Cheng Yunzheng's expression turned solemn, and he suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, saying in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Chu Zhiyuan stopped his fist, shaking his head with a mocking expression: "The Heaven-Asking Divine Sword is nothing more than this, I thought it was so strong!"

The faces of the other three people in the room were filled with astonishment, unable to believe it.

In their expectations, Chu Zhiyuan would at most avoid one sword strike, but he wouldn't be able to avoid the second sword strike, and he would be stabbed or killed.

But the reality was that the two were evenly matched, which was too bizarre.

The Fifth Prince was the most perceptive of the Yuanzhen Dynasty's princes, and his comprehension of the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword was like having innate wisdom, surpassing the ancestral masters of past generations.

He had actually cultivated the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword to the Spirit Entry-level, which could be described as shocking the world.

But he never expected that such a powerful sword technique would be unable to do anything to the rumored good-for-nothing prince.

Was the person in front of him really the rumored Ninth Prince, Chu Liezhao?

Cheng Yunzheng said in a deep voice: "Are you really Chu Liezhao?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed: "The Heaven-Asking Divine Sword is nothing more than this. Sixth Prince, do you want to spar?"

Cheng Yunqi said: "Are you really the Ninth Prince, Chu Liezhao?"

Chu Zhiyuan said impatiently: "Don't ask this idiotic question again. Don't you know if I am Chu Liezhao or not? ... With your abilities, you want to step on my face and snatch the Twelfth Princess? Overestimating yourselves, how laughable!"

"Impossible," Cheng Yunqi shook his head. "You can't be Chu Liezhao."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled disdainfully: "Inexplicable. If you want to challenge me again, feel free to come to the Prince's Residence!"

He turned and walked out of the elegant room.

As soon as he left the elegant room, his face turned a shade paler, and his chest throbbed faintly.

The power of the Heaven-Asking Divine Sword was astonishing. Although the Moon Silk Frost Garment blocked it, because it was integrated with the Frost Garment, he could also feel the pain that the Moon Silk Frost Garment endured.

The elegant room was silent.

Cheng Yunqi still couldn't accept the result, and turned to ask: "Fifth Brother, is he really Chu Liezhao?"

Cheng Yunzheng looked at the two purple-robed youths: "Their cultivation is at the Spirit Intent Realm, right?"

The two purple-robed youths slowly nodded, their expressions grave: "Fifth Prince, Sixth Prince, we got the wrong information, we were deceived!"

Cheng Yunzheng said in a deep voice: "Did the Jade Vista Dynasty deliberately release false information? Did they deliberately trick us into coming here?"

The two purple-robed youths stood at the window, glanced outside, and quickly retracted their gaze.

Cheng Yunqi said: "I think he must have deceived others as well, right?"

Cheng Yunzheng said: "We should leave, ... leave the Imperial City as soon as possible!"

Cheng Yunqi said: "There's no need to be so quick, right? It's not too late to leave after we figure out the truth about this strange fellow."

Cheng Yunzheng shook his head: "Since there's no hope, there's no need to entangle ourselves. Let's go quickly."

Cheng Yunqi was puzzled.

Cheng Yunzheng said: "I sensed his killing intent."

"... Alright, then let's leave quickly," Cheng Yunqi gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed.