Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 802: Chapter 798: Taking Action

Chu Zhiyuan had been observing her with Insight.

Her breath became increasingly chaotic, on the verge of collapse, nearing deviation from the right path.

Chu Zhiyuan’s expression was solemn.

The Super Sensing Illumination was more meticulous, his mind was taut, ready to intervene and interrupt the comprehension at any time.

Fu Zheng’s resilience was impressive.

Every time she was about to deviate, she pulled back, as if an invisible force was protecting her.

Chu Zhiyuan’s gaze turned to the Green Bamboo she wore around her neck.

This Green Bamboo was indeed an Exotic Treasure.

It cleared the heart and mind, protected the spirit, and prevented deviation.

Despite having this Exotic Treasure, he was not careless, concentrating with Insight.

An hour later, Fu Zheng gently opened her bright eyes, a smile at the corner of her mouth, ”Thank you, Your Highness.”

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and asked, ”Did you comprehend it?”

”Yes.” Fu Zheng gently nodded, ”I have comprehended the meaning of Evergreen.”

This meaning of Evergreen was indeed drastically different from the meaning of her Green Bamboo.

Like a small river compared to an ocean.

By only focusing on the small river, one could never comprehend the meaning of the vast ocean.

No matter how much one thinks deeply or how deep the comprehension, it’s impossible to grasp the essence of the ocean.

If it weren’t for the help of Your Highness, comprehending the meaning of Evergreen would have been nearly impossible for me.

Because being trapped by the meaning of Green Bamboo, my deep understanding of it was actually the greatest obstacle.

She sighed to herself, this is the role of a great teacher, and the importance of luck.

Having only perception without such luck to meet a renowned teacher like Your Highness would also make it difficult to enter the path.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, ”It’s good that you have comprehended it, now train well, time is running out.”

”Yes!” Fu Zheng solemnly nodded.

She understood Chu Zhiyuan’s meaning.

The so-called time was the time of the wedding.

Why should she perfect her Swordsmanship before the wedding? Naturally, because there might be trouble during the wedding.

She softly asked, ”Your Highness, will they really make a move during the wedding?”

”They absolutely won’t allow me to join with the Princess; turning a joyous occasion into a mournful one would also strike at the hearts of the Phoenix Dynasty’s people, so they will certainly disrupt it.”

”But that would be when defenses are the most stringent.”

”Possibly on the eve or at the end of the wedding.”

”These guys!” Fu Zheng snorted, ”Is it the Demon Clan and the Magic Clan?”

”And the Yuanzhen.” Chu Zhiyuan replied.

At this moment, his mind slightly moved.

A Flying Knife was resting between a tree branch.

In the forest, a group of people sat cross-legged, looking solemn.

This piece of forest was located a mile from the South City Gate of the Phoenix Imperial City.

Outside the forest was a wide avenue.

Chu Zhiyuan gently shook his head.

He really had no idea what they intended to do.

These Yuanzhen people seemed to be plotting something but remained silent.

There was a tacit understanding between them, never mentioning what they were here for.

——

The setting sun descended in the west.

The lanterns were first lit.

The Phoenix Imperial City became even more bustling, more noisy, the streets teeming with traffic and people jostling shoulder to shoulder.

Chu Zhiyuan, dressed in a white robe, walked slowly, each step spanning several yards, weaving smoothly through the crowd.

He was followed by Li Yuzhen and Fu Zheng, one in a white shirt and the other in a green shirt.

The two women carried Longswords at their waists, and despite their slender and graceful figures, their aura was as formidable as a mountain.

An invisible force prevented people from coming close, mysteriously pushing them away.

Behind them, Young Master Xiao Ming Fan Yaohui and Chang Xihua followed from a distance.

Fan Yaohui was accompanied by two City Guards, dressed in dark red robes with long knives at their waists, exuding a chilling aura.

One look could tell they were veteran soldiers from the battlefield, their murderous aura yet to fade.

Fan Yaohui smiled and asked, ”Mr. Chang, there’s no issue with this, right?”

Chang Xihua was graceful and elegant, walking like a flower on flowing water.

She softly laughed, ”What issue?”

”Can we really find the masters of the Demon Clan?” Fan Yaohui said, ”From what I know, they’re masters of hiding their aura, even more so than are detected on the Outer Realm Battlefield, especially in this kind of environment?”

Outer Realm Battlefields are often sparse with people, whereas this is a busy city.

”The Prince Consort is a unique individual, able to do what others cannot.”

”You have such high regard for the Prince Consort, Mr. Chang?”

”Those who underestimate the Prince Consort find themselves unlucky.” Chang Xihua smiled, ”Our Prince Consort is more formidable than expected.”

”Indeed...” Fan Yaohui sighed.

The complex feelings in his heart were hard to express.

He lamented, his unspoken thoughts were destined not to grow, only to be stifled.

This is how life is, not everything goes as desired.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly waved his hand to point.

Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen swiftly drew their swords, floating into a small alley.

A moment later, several shadows shot out of the alley.

They were greeted by a rain of Flying Knives.

Dozens of Flying Knives in the air formed a cold rain, covering the space around the six people.

Forced and unable to dodge, they had no choice but to swing out their palms.

They had just warded off the Flying Knives in front of them when they discovered the knives had suddenly multiplied.

Caught off guard, naturally, they were hit.

As soon as the Flying Knives touched their bodies, they suddenly brightened, then shot through them.

Chu Zhiyuan punched out where he stood.

In an instant, dozens of punches were thrown.

Dozens of nearly transparent Fist Seals appeared over their bodies the next moment, leaving them no room to dodge and burrowed into the chests of the six people.

Once they were hit by the punches, instead of flying backward, a powerful force dragged them downwards.

”Bang, bang, bang...”

The six crashed into the ground, shaking the ground bricks, as people around quickly stepped back.

They curiously looked at Chu Zhiyuan and then at the six on the ground.

Over a dozen Flying Knives hovered in the air, then swiftly shot down, piercing the brows of the six.

They had no time to react, their brows pierced, their gaze extinguished.

Flying Knives, punches, then Flying Knives again.

The six seemed stupefied, their resistance akin to no resistance at all.

Chu Zhiyuan withdrew his fists and nodded in satisfaction.

Six streams of seven-colored light had flown into the Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror, quickly disintegrating the six strands of Soul Light.

The crowd was in uproar.

Fan Yaohui waved his hand.

The two City Guard officers following him stepped forward and stood in front of the crowd, shouting, ”City Guard law enforcement, everyone disperse!”

The people curiously looked at the two City Guards and then at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan’s gaze turned to the alley.

The two women appeared lightly, having already sheathed the Longswords at their waists, each carrying a middle-aged man by the arm.

”Bang! Bang!”

”Bang! Bang!”

Four middle-aged men fell next to the other six, already dead.

People around were tongue-tied.

Such beautiful women, yet so fierce, directly killed four people.

”Your Highness.”

”Prince Consort.”

”Did you sense anything?”

Chu Zhiyuan examined these ten middle-aged men.

Judging by their appearances, there were no visible abnormalities, differing from the state of the Demon Clan after death.

The Magic Clan’s appearance does not change even after death.

But this was only temporary.

After the soul leaves the body, their corpses quickly disintegrate.

Previously, he used the Great Demon Suppressing Seal to suppress such disintegration; this time, he did not use it.

Li Yuzhen solemnly said, ”Prince Consort, they are indeed Heavenly Demons.”

Fu Zheng gently shook her head.

She did not feel anything, did not sense they were Heavenly Demons.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Fu Zheng, ”Feel it carefully again, capture that sensation.”

While speaking.

”Bang, bang, bang...”

The ten bodies almost simultaneously began to explode, turning into clusters of red mist.

Chu Zhiyuan swept his sleeve.

A fierce wind suddenly rose from the ground.

The rolling red mist was swiftly swept up by the wind, spiraling towards the sky.

A red vortex resembling a tornado formed.

The crowd immediately exclaimed, staring at the red column in amazement and curiosity.

Fan Yaohui solemnly stared at the red mist vortex, slowly saying, ”It’s indeed the Demon Clan!”

Chang Xihua sighed, ”It is indeed the Demon Clan.”

The Demon Clan can infiltrate so easily; fortunately, they are arrogant, disdainful of the human world, and reluctant to come.

For so many years, the Demon Clan rarely appeared, but unexpectedly ten showed up at once this time.

Could this be a bad omen?