Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 887 - 883: Encounter

She left the Prince Consort Mansion, wandering freely through the city streets.

The surroundings were bustling and noisy, with all kinds of shops and brightly lit restaurants, the sounds of music and laughter filling the air.

The deep abyss from earlier had left her mental state calm, as if everything in the world could be cast aside.

Now, in this vibrant world, her mental state gradually regained its liveliness.

Only then did she suddenly understand why Chu Zhiyuan had instructed her to go out and play.

Indeed, it was necessary to harmonize oneself this way, or else, getting deeply entangled would severely affect the operation of her mental method.

She couldn’t help but think of the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, marveling at its wondrousness.

Its marvelous aspect wasn’t in the sword moves, but in the Sword Intent, which used intent to defeat the enemy.

The same move could directly gather the abyss’s intent through the sword move, enveloping the opponent and plunging them into confusion, losing their senses.

This effect was similar to an Illusion Technique but far surpassed it.

This kind of swordsmanship was not the same path as the sword techniques she had previously practiced, not even on the same level.

It was a path to a higher level, touching the threshold of Entering Void.

As she strolled, she suddenly felt a sense of freedom.

This was a feeling of freedom and unconstrainedness after her strength had improved, as if the vast world was now fully accessible to her.

After mastering the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, she felt a significant enhancement in her strength.

No longer a burden, she could quickly improve her realm with some diligent comprehension, reaching the First Transition.

In this delightful mood, she ascended to a restaurant, found a seat by the window, and ordered a pot of fine wine and two plates of exquisite dishes.

Drinking wine and eating, she enjoyed herself leisurely.

Her beauty was like a lotus flower, and after drinking, under the lights, she became even more stunning.

The longsword hanging from her slender waist failed to add enough intimidation.

She couldn’t be bothered with the intense gazes surrounding her.

Since the appearance of the Heavenly Person Cave Mansion, many Martial Arts masters had flooded into the Imperial City.

These masters were a mixed bag, from various backgrounds and walks of life.

The masters who had stayed long in the Imperial City all became well-behaved.

But these newcomers, who had never experienced the city’s beatings, were all inexperienced, thinking that their martial arts allowed them to act recklessly.

She had heard of Martial Arts masters harassing women in the Imperial City and found it extremely disdainful.

Seeing the gazes and expressions of the men around her now, she felt disgusted and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention.

She pretended not to see them.

Her gaze fell on the table next to hers.

Sitting at the adjacent table were two women, dressed in white like snow, their faces covered with white veils, revealing only a pair of bright eyes like clear water.

Their bright eyes shone like bright pearls, indicating their beauty.

Seeing her look over, the two women smiled and nodded.

Fu Zheng nodded and smiled, suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity in their eyes, then stood up and approached, cupping her fists: "I am Fu Zheng of the Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion. May I ask who you two ladies are?"

"Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion?" The two women were startled, exchanged a glance with their bright eyes, and smiled.

Fu Zheng lightly nodded: "Indeed, you two ladies carry yourselves with extraordinary grace, presumably from prestigious families."

The two women removed their white veils, revealing two beautiful faces with sweet smiles.

"Mo Qing of the Phoenix Sword Sect."

"Lu Qingyuan of the Phoenix Sword Sect."

The two women used Sound Transmission into Secret, directly transmitting their voices into Fu Zheng’s ears.

Her bright eyes widened in astonishment, looking curiously at the charming girl with an oval face: "Lu... Miss Lu?"

"It’s me." Lu Qingyuan smiled: "I’ve heard the great name of the Twelfth Prince Consort for a long time."

The Twelfth Prince Consort was not very famous among the common people, nor was he that renowned in the Martial Arts world.

But within the Four Great Sects and the Imperial Family, his name was like thunder clapping, unavoidable.

Not only was his fame great, but he was also exceedingly low-key, seldom seen in social interactions or attending banquets.

Thus, few truly interacted with him, adding a layer of mystery to his character.

Low-key, powerful, somewhat mysterious.

Lu Qingyuan, being a True Disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect, was also very curious about Chu Zhiyuan.

Upon hearing that Fu Zheng was from Chu Zhiyuan’s mansion, she directly revealed her identity.

The identity of a Phoenix Sword Sect disciple was prestigious, but even more so compared to the Ninth Prince and Twelfth Prince Consort.

"I really didn’t expect..." Fu Zheng said in surprise: "Miss Lu, you’ve left seclusion?"

As she knew, Lu Qingyuan had been in seclusion after receiving the legacy, diligently comprehending it.

That was this very set of Fallen Abyss Sword Techniques.

"Just came out for a rest." Lu Qingyuan said: "Burying oneself in training all the time is ultimately not the Righteous Path."

"If I train any longer, I might lose all my hair." Mo Qing laughed: "No matter how important martial arts are, they’re not more important than beauty."

Lu Qingyuan scolded: "Senior Sister Mo!"

Fu Zheng’s gaze involuntarily fell on Lu Qingyuan’s cloud-like beautiful hair.

Lu Qingyuan said: "Indeed, I’ve lost quite a bit of hair, it’s quite tormenting."

Fu Zheng nodded: "Miss Lu, you are truly impressive."

To comprehend the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique on one’s own truly lives up to being a disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect.

I can’t comprehend it myself; after reading it, I was left completely bewildered, unable to think.

This is the difference in aptitude.

She greatly admired Lu Qingyuan, her eyes shining bright.

At this moment, a handsome young man stood up, shaking his folding fan as he approached, cupping his fists and smiling: "Greetings, ladies."

Lu Qingyuan frowned slightly.

Mo Qing said indifferently: "Who are you?"

"I am Zhao Changge of the Nanyun Sect."

"Hmm, Mr. Zhao, we are having a conversation, please don’t interrupt." Mo Qing said.

Zhao Changge was taken aback: "Ladies, you are...?"

Mo Qing, with a look of disdain, waved her hand impatiently.

Zhao Changge’s face darkened slightly.

He glanced at his three companions, who were watching with mocking expressions.

Zhao Changge said sternly: "Young lady, aren’t you being a bit rude?"

Mo Qing retorted: "Even if I am rude, is it as rude as you interrupting? Don’t get in the way, just leave!"

Zhao Changge’s face turned cold, and he said seriously: "Young lady..."

Fu Zheng said: "Mr. Zhao, interrupting and speaking to ladies unsolicited, isn’t that improper? We don’t want to deal with you, what can you do? Are you going to teach us a lesson?"

Zhao Changge said slowly: "Then I ask the ladies for guidance."

He spread open his folding fan, assuming a starting stance.

"Heh." Mo Qing laughed: "What a troublemaker, in need of a lesson!"

Fu Zheng said with a smile: "Sister Mo, Sister Lu, let me handle this."

The Nanyun Sect is indeed no ordinary sect, considered first-rate, which is why Zhao Changge has such confidence.

But unfortunately for him, he encountered the Phoenix Sword Sect and the Prince Consort Mansion.

As a disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect, I naturally need to interact sincerely.

This kind of trouble is the easiest to deal with.

She stood up in front of Zhao Changge, drew her longsword, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, please."

"Please—!" Zhao Changge solemnly cupped his fists, waving his folding fan.

Suddenly, several beams of clear light shot out, his fan technique was not bad.

Fu Zheng, with a light swing of her sword, dissipated the clear light into the air.

Zhao Changge continued to wave his fan.

Fu Zheng merely swung her sword lightly, causing the clear light to vanish into thin air, silent as if a mud ox disappearing into the sea.

Zhao Changge’s figure flickered, attempting to get behind Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng swung her sword backwards, causing Zhao Changge to freeze, motionless.

His eyes became vacant, as if lost in thought or memory.

Fu Zheng’s sword tip lightly touched his forehead and then retracted.

Zhao Changge suddenly woke up, his face changed dramatically, and sweat poured down like rain.

Fu Zheng shook her head gently: "Not worth the effort."

She sheathed her sword and turned to see Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing staring at her in disbelief.