Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 555: Chapter 552: Meeting Each Other

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Xiao Ruoling frowned as she looked at the three corpses on the ground.

The surrounding people finally reacted and started shouting in surprise.

The bold ones stared in astonishment, while the timid shrank back and retreated, keeping their distance.

However, since it was already over, no one ran outside; instead, they all stayed to watch the commotion.

Chu Zhiyuan was strikingly handsome, Xiao Ruoling stunning, with unmatched elegance and grace.

She had been wearing a white veil earlier, which she removed while eating, but as she faced the window with her back to the crowd, they hadn’t seen her breathtaking face.

Now that people saw her, they couldn’t help but glance frequently.

Seeing such an extraordinarily beautiful woman, their tension and fear somewhat dissipated.

Xiao Ruoling, however, was staring at the slowly diminishing corpses, gently shaking her head.

Chu Zhiyuan said, ”There’ll be a few more waves; these guys are truly insane.”

Xiao Ruoling frowned and said, ”They should know they have no chance of winning, so why seek their own death?”

Chu Zhiyuan replied, ”They believe that assassinating me and dying will let their souls ascend to heaven. They fell for their Venerable’s nonsense.”

”Then they’ll keep coming endlessly,” Xiao Ruoling said, ”thinking it’s a way of liberation?”

Chu Zhiyuan said, ”There won’t be too many of these stupid people.”

The future is all unknown, and the unknown is frightening.

It’s better to live well now.

”I’m just afraid that they think they can’t survive anyway, so they might as well fight you desperately.”

”Hmm, it will eventually come to that.” Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Once they’ve killed enough, these Evil Sect fanatics will despair, growing more desperate to fight to the death.

But here in Da Meng, it’s still far from reaching such a level, so there won’t be too many assassins.

As they were talking, suddenly eight people rushed from the crowd, charging together.

Four aimed for Guo Chi and his group, four targeted Chu Zhiyuan.

The sword lights were chillingly bright, moving with incredible speed.

”Ah——!”

”There’s more!”

...

People around screamed and retreated, causing a chaotic stir inside the tavern.

Four streaks of white light shot out from Chu Zhiyuan’s sleeve.

The four streaks of white light glided through the air as if they were shadows, seamlessly passing through the foreheads of four youths.

Four exquisite flying daggers emerged from the back of their heads, trailing a mix of red and white fluids.

They quivered slightly in the air, regaining their sheen before hovering, appearing like four living creatures overlooking the tavern’s patrons.

Guo Chi’s group also dealt with another four youths.

With the original three, plus these eight, eleven corpses lay on the ground.

The first three had already shrunk rapidly.

”They’re Evil Sect fanatics!”

”The corpses are shrinking, Evil Sect fanatics!”

The crowd suddenly cried out in alarm.

The group watching the spectacle quickly dispersed when it involved Evil Sect fanatics, leaving the place in fear.

The innkeeper was full of bitter smiles, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead.

With Evil Sect fanatics attacking, the tavern’s business would certainly suffer.

This was simply a disaster from nowhere.

The pair that were attacked, these divine-like figures, were either wealthy or noble, and undeniably not to be offended.

So, he could only blame his bad luck for encountering such troublesome matters.

A young man in the crowd shouted, ”Good kill! Evil Sect fanatics deserve to die!”

Chu Zhiyuan looked over, seeing a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his demeanor high-spirited as he clapped in admiration.

He had a long saber at his waist, the hilt exuding an ancient charm, clearly not an ordinary weapon at a glance.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, ”And you are...?”

”Golden Saber Sect’s Zhao Rongfei!”

”Ah, a distinguished disciple of the Golden Saber Sect,” Chu Zhiyuan smiled, ”But the Evil Sect fanatics are rampant; it’s best if Young Master Zhao doesn’t get involved in this mess.”

Zhao Rongfei placed his hand on the saber hilt, ”When it comes to Evil Sect fanatics, I’ve always killed any I see. May I ask who you are...?”

”Chu Zhiyuan.” Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

”The Fourth Prince of Da Jing?” Zhao Rongfei asked.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, ”Seems like Young Master Zhao has heard of me.”

”The princely heir’s name is known far and wide!” Zhao Rongfei looked at the four floating flying daggers above Chu Zhiyuan’s head, ”Especially the Fourth Prince’s fame with the flying daggers, earning the title of Sword God.”

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, ”I’m undeserving of such praise.”

”I’ve long wanted to witness the princely heir’s flying daggers; today I finally had the honor.” Zhao Rongfei looked at the four flying daggers in awe, ”Truly miraculous.”

Flying daggers were typically concealed weapons, yet here they seemed to possess a spirit of their own, floating in mid-air before being launched.

This had already transcended the realm of mere concealed weapons.

Such flying daggers, never before seen, truly miraculous, leaving one wondering how it was accomplished.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, ”Actually, there’s nothing extraordinary about it, just an ancient sword control technique.”

”No wonder.” Zhao Rongfei nodded in sudden understanding.

The Golden Saber Sect also had some ancient legacies, their power truly formidable.

But the cultivation environment back then was different from now, with an abundance of spiritual energy, making the same cultivation technique several times more powerful.

More importantly, in today’s environment, some powerful cultivation techniques simply couldn’t be practiced anymore; only lower-tier martial arts could be learned.

Chu Zhiyuan had mastered the ancient sword control technique, combined with the mysterious material of the flying daggers, reaching the ancient power of sword control techniques.

In any case, it was indeed marvelous.

Chu Zhiyuan waved a hand.

Guo Chi and his group quickly moved the corpses away, clearing the area.

Chu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and smiled, ”Young Master Zhao, come have a seat.”

”Well, this...”

”Does Young Master Zhao not dare?” Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

”Why wouldn’t I dare?” Zhao Rongfei chuckled, coming forward, and cupped his fists at Xiao Ruoling, ”Is this the Holy Daughter Xiao?”

”Indeed.” Xiao Ruoling slightly nodded, her exquisite face expressionless.

Zhao Rongfei didn’t mind.

The Holy Daughter of Yao Yue Palace was a celestial-like figure, detached from the mundane world, so it was normal to be a bit aloof.

”Let’s sit and talk,” Chu Zhiyuan gestured, sitting down with a smile, ”Young Master Zhao is a true disciple of the Golden Saber Sect?”

Zhao Rongfei appeared to be around thirty, already at the third realm of the Grandmaster Realm, likely not just an ordinary disciple.

Highly possible he was a true disciple.

”Yes.” Zhao Rongfei sat to his left, ”How did the princely heir master these flying daggers?”

Chu Zhiyuan said, ”That’s a long story, needs to start from the beginning.”

Zhao Rongfei perked up, ”Feel free to start from the beginning.”

”If Young Master Zhao doesn’t mind it being lengthy, then I’ll take my time. Here, have some wine.” Chu Zhiyuan laughed as he poured him a cup, and they toasted.

Chu Zhiyuan set down his cup, smiling, ”It’s been a while, yet the City Guards have not arrived.”

Zhao Rongfei smirked, ”The City Guards, well, they’re good for cleaning up messes, but otherwise, they’re unreliable.”

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, ”With them being so inept, why is the security in Tianjing still so good?”

”The guards may be lousy, but the flying captors are formidable; none of the rogue Martial Arts experts can escape them.”

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, ”Aren’t there too few flying captors?”

”They can issue wanted orders; everyone can hunt down fugitives, and if sect disciples act out of line, they’ll be caught by their sect, and lone ghosts fare even worse, with so many eyeing the bounty.”

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.

Once again, four streaks of white light flew from his sleeve, suspending in the air, forming another four flying daggers.

A total of eight flying daggers hovered, surveying the surrounding area.

They suddenly shot out.

Chu Zhiyuan said, ”Young Master Zhao, let’s have another drink.”

Raising his cup to share a drink with Zhao Rongfei, the eight flying daggers already flew out.

Not far away, eight men suddenly stood up, leaping towards them, meeting the flying daggers mid-air.

The daggers glided effortlessly through their foreheads, causing the light in their eyes to dim rapidly as they collapsed to the ground.

”Kill——!”

With a roar, another eight middle-aged men charged at Chu Zhiyuan.

The eight flying daggers glided through their foreheads effortlessly.

Chu Zhiyuan continued drinking with Zhao Rongfei.

The eight flying daggers seemed to act independently of Chu Zhiyuan’s control, striking down the assassins on their own.

This greatly astonished Zhao Rongfei.

The tavern still had a small group of patrons left, staring at them with a mix of fear and excitement.