Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1007 - 1003: Erasure

Within the Inner Palace of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, Zhao Yuanfeng was conversing with Huang Daochu at the edge.

Beneath their feet, the white clouds stretched like mountain ranges.

Through the gaps in the clouds, Beiyuan City below could be seen like tiny grids.

Zhao Yuanfeng said, "Senior Brother Huang, if you help me this time, I’ll be able to tame that Spiritual Beast."

Huang Daochu remained focused on the view below, uninterested in Zhao Yuanfeng’s words.

"What a pity, really... to tame that Spiritual Beast... Alas, luck is insufficient!" Zhao Yuanfeng shook his head continuously, lamenting with regret.

Huang Daochu stayed indifferent, covetously watching everything within Beiyuan City.

Zhao Yuanfeng smiled, "Senior Brother Huang, you’re too fixated. Your thinking is somewhat misguided, you need to know..."

"My thinking isn’t misguided." Huang Daochu glanced at him, saying indifferently, "Junior Brother Leng understood what I said, and immediately advanced from Ninth Grade to Eighth Grade."

"Really?" Zhao Yuanfeng was taken aback.

Huang Daochu continued looking down.

Zhao Yuanfeng pursued, "Did Junior Brother Leng truly comprehend your theories to advance to Eighth Grade?"

Huang Daochu was reluctant to elaborate.

Zhao Yuanfeng expressed amazement, "There are actually believers in your theories..."

Huang Daochu replied coldly, "My theories are the true essence of the Great Heavenly Demon, it’s your dullness that prevents you from grasping its subtleties!"

Zhao Yuanfeng chuckled, "Alright alright, I’m the dull one, I never thought Junior Brother Leng was this formidable."

"He’s more formidable than you think." Huang Daochu said coldly, "Neither of us can compare."

Zhao Yuanfeng clicked his tongue in wonder, "I knew Junior Brother Leng was impressive, but not this impressive."

Huang Daochu cast a glance at him, "Are you feeling unconvinced?"

"Naturally, I must properly acknowledge it." Zhao Yuanfeng laughed.

Huang Daochu shook his head, "Once you personally witness the Outer Heaven, you’ll understand."

He continued to peer through the gaps in the clouds, staring at Beiyuan City below.

Zhao Yuanfeng laughed, "Next time I’ll definitely acknowledge it."

He looked up towards Zheng Shanggong, who was drifting in, cupped his hands and smiled, "Elder, are you... seeking us?"

Zheng Shanggong cupped his hands, his expression shifting from his usual kindness to a tight, solemn face, "The overseer commands the disciples in the palace’s Inner Palace to mobilize!"

Zhao Yuanfeng hurriedly asked for details.

Zheng Shanggong said, "You act first, and inquire from the overseer on the way."

They could directly contact the overseer through the Soul Pearl.

It was always them contacting the overseer; the overseer seldom directly contacted them.

It was to prevent disturbing them during their cultivation, causing fire deviations.

Thus, the overseer personally came to notify them.

"Alright!" Zhao Yuanfeng agreed solemnly.

Zheng Shanggong said, "Those in seclusion should come out if possible; this matter is of utmost importance."

Zhao Yuanfeng volunteered, "I’ll go inform the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to come out."

Zheng Shanggong, with a serious face, broke into a smile, "We’ll split up and act quickly."

"Then I’ll go notify Senior Brother Hu, Senior Brother Jiang." Zhao Yuanfeng said, "Elder, you’ll notify Senior Sister Jing."

Zheng Shanggong glared at him in annoyance, "Yuanfeng, you’re quite sly."

"Heh, I dare not provoke Senior Sister Jing." Zhao Yuanfeng laughed awkwardly, "Better for you to go, Elder, even if she has a temper, she wouldn’t dare show it to you."

Zheng Shanggong sighed, "I’ll go notify her."

He didn’t think she wouldn’t dare show her temper; it’s just that Zhao Yuanfeng and the others hadn’t seen it.

The two went to different courtyards.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Yuanfeng, Huang Daochu, two middle-aged men, and a cold and frosty beauty left the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, sweeping across the skies over Beiyuan City like six threads of wind.

Zhao Yuanfeng asked, "Senior Sister Jing, shall we split into two groups, who will go to Junior Brother Leng’s side?"

The cold and frosty beauty, Jing Feiling, replied indifferently, "Do you wish to go?"

Zhao Yuanfeng laughed, "I’m curious about this little Junior Brother, eager to witness his flair."

"Your cultivation remains lacking." Jing Feiling said indifferently, turning her gaze to Huang Daochu, "Junior Brother Huang, you go."

Huang Daochu nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Yuanfeng opened his mouth but didn’t speak, helplessly sighed, "Senior Sister, my current Realm..."

"You don’t compare to Junior Brother Huang."

"But..."

"You’re far inferior to Junior Brother Huang!" Jing Feiling cast a cold glance at him.

"...Yes." Zhao Yuanfeng resignedly.

Huang Daochu focused intently on the mountains and rivers below, sweeping past towns.

The other two middle-aged men watched with easy smiles, refraining from speaking lest they attract bad luck.

"Junior Brother Huang?" Jing Feiling said.

Huang Daochu nodded, "I’m going to find Junior Brother Leng, farewell for now."

Jing Feiling said, "It’s hard to come by a new Junior Brother, don’t let him slip up."

"Yes." Huang Daochu acknowledged, his form flickering before distancing.

Zhao Yuanfeng shook his head.

Jing Feiling said, "Let’s hurry up, don’t delay the major affairs. If the Outer Palace disciples suffer due to our tardiness, Junior Master Zhu will nag for years!"

"Indeed, let’s make haste, the sooner the better."

The two middle-aged figures’ expressions changed, nodding in agreement.

Zhao Yuanfeng’s expression also slightly changed.

They all were dreadfully fearful of Zhu Qingzhi’s nagging, unwilling to provoke.

——

Cold Iron Cliff stood hand in hand on the mountain peak, basking in sunlight, welcoming the gentle breeze, and meticulously pondering the subtleties of the Ghost Bone Undying Scripture.

The cultivation method of the Ghost Bone Undying Scripture begins with Visualization.

This path of Cultivation differs entirely from the current paths.

Starting from Visualizing strange patterns.

From simplicity to complexity.

From patterns that only temper and strengthen the spirit, to patterns of Purification with overwhelming power, and further to patterns that absorb and devour Spiritual essence to strengthen oneself, thereby maintaining constant vitality.

From illusion to reality.

From Visualizing in one’s mind until finally imprinting them onto one’s bones, even deep into the marrow.

Step by step, ascending tier by tier.

The most exquisite and core secret lies in these patterns.

It is heart to heart, not revealed in text.

At the outset of cultivation, Visualizing simple patterns requires extreme mental exertion, tempering and strengthening the mind.

Once the mind is strengthened, the cultivation heart method progresses faster.

Cold Iron Cliff is most curious about these patterns.

He had never seen nor encountered these patterns, yet they were inexhaustibly profound.

"Clang" the Longsword unsheathed.

The tip of the sword lightly traced on the Stone Plate, trying to imprint the simplest pattern.

However, as the pattern appeared, before it was fully traced, an invisible force emerged to erase it.

Cold Iron Cliff was taken aback.

Previously, he hadn’t sensed this force, but as he was about to complete the final stroke, it suddenly appeared, making the stone look as smooth as new.

The original etchings vanished.

Cold Iron Cliff frowned.

This scene was somewhat implausible.

Even if he used his palm to wipe away the marks, it would only peel away a layer of stone.

This force, however, neither damaged the stone nor peeled it away but seemed to fill in the marks left by the sword.

He tried again, still the same.

That force was sudden and strange, as if someone were following him, ready to fill in the marks that he made.

He pondered for a moment, then returned the sword to its sheath.

Extending his hand, a cluster of wildflowers rose from not far away; the bright red blossoms compressed lightly, staining his index finger red.

His right index finger began drawing on his left palm, attempting to trace out the simplest pattern.

Yet as the final stroke was about to complete, the red traces on his left palm vanished without trace, as if they had never appeared.

Super Sense remained in Insight, while the left palm Concentrated sensing.

Both aspects combined, yet still couldn’t detect the origin of this force, nor what it was.

He contemplated, channeling Demon Yuan into his left palm, and his right index finger moved again.

The result was unchanged.

Demon Yuan couldn’t perceive the existence of this force, nor prevent it from erasing the patterns.

Cold Iron Cliff paced with hands behind his back, contemplating the profundity within.

At that very moment, the sound of Breaking Sky was heard, as Huang Daochu arrived.