Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 891 - 887: Taking Action

The Bu Yun Building was spacious, with most of the third floor consisting of elegant private rooms, but the private rooms required absolute soundproofing, with a great distance between each.

At the staircase entrance, there was an open area of about a hundred square meters, adorned with various flowers and plants, decorations, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and gilded screens, showcasing the luxury and grandeur of the restaurant.

At the moment, this hundred-square-meter open area became a bit crowded after being filled with more than thirty experts.

Seeing the three women draw their swords, they also brandished their weapons; some wielded knives, others held swords, some used peculiar weapons, and some were bare-handed.

Their eyes were fervent, and their bodies were tense all over.

Facing the disciples of the Four Great Sects personally, they were both nervous and excited.

Knowing that the disciples of the Four Great Sects were masters far beyond their level, they had long wanted to try, but unfortunately, couldn’t even get close.

Furthermore, in a single combat, they were certainly no match. This time, with so many people acting together, it was much better.

Especially with the temptation of the Heavenly Person Inheritance.

"Go!"

Someone growled lowly.

"Kill——!"

They roared as they charged forward.

The glints of knives and swords and the shadows of palms and fist seals were at the forefront.

The flowers, plants, antiques, and paintings around were instantly shredded.

They surged forward like a thousand horses galloping, the momentum shocking.

Chu Zhiyuan watched and shook his head.

These martial arts experts might not have battled the disciples of the Four Great Sects for a long time and have forgotten their prowess.

In his view, the gap between these experts and Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing was vast.

Let alone Fu Zheng.

Lu Qingyuan swung her sword to meet them, saying indifferently, "Don’t you want this Heavenly Person Inheritance? This is the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique."

As her words fell, the Falling Abyss Sword Intent enveloped all around.

Within ten meters of her, all glints of knives and swords, palm shadows and fist seals vanished.

Feeling the Sword Intent of the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, her heart was unperturbed, only calm, and her sword strikes were unhesitant.

The sword tip gracefully brushed across the shoulders of several people, directly severing their tendons.

Even if they weren’t dead, they were no longer able to move, retreating with screams beyond their control.

As they retreated, those behind surged forward, and the scene became chaotic at once.

Seeing the situation, Fu Zheng and Mo Qing stopped their steps, not in a hurry to act, watching Lu Qingyuan unleash her skills.

Her longsword was nimble and graceful, as if performing a beautiful, mesmerizing dance.

Fu Zheng couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, "Sister Lu is truly formidable."

She admitted to herself that she didn’t have Lu Qingyuan’s graceful charm, her swordsmanship being more somber.

Lu Qingyuan’s Sword Intent was similar, but her Sword Moves appeared more pleasing to the eye, even bringing delight.

In that delight, one was dragged into an abyss.

This coexistence of beauty and killing intent required a deeper understanding of swordsmanship and good personal aptitude.

Mo Qing nodded gently, "Junior Sister Lu is a prodigy of the Sword Dao."

Fu Zheng softly asked, "Should we act now?"

"Seems that there’s no need now," Mo Qing shook her head. "She needs honing at this time, these guys arrived just right."

Fu Zheng said, "Sister Mo, how could it be such a coincidence?"

When they came, they were all masked, though it was obvious they were beauties, their features were unseeable.

How did anyone know Lu Qingyuan was here?

Surely someone leaked information, and in a short time provoked so many to come over.

Mo Qing frowned.

Fu Zheng softly said, "Could it be those two from the Qingwu Sword Sect and the Li Huo Fist Sect?"

"...Possible," Mo Qing nodded.

She thought the same; it was unlikely anyone would recognize them without reason.

Chu Zhiyuan watched here and chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Fu Zheng suddenly heard Chu Zhiyuan’s voice in her ear.

Her eyes brightened at once, suddenly saying, "Sister Mo, I see them."

"Where?" Mo Qing hastily asked.

Fu Zheng turned around and retreated, entering the private room, and Mo Qing followed inside.

The two women looked out the window and saw the tea house on the street across.

The Qingyue Tea House had open windows, and a table by the window showed those two young men sitting there.

They were leisurely savoring tea, looking content, as if enjoying a show.

"Those two bastards!" Mo Qing snorted angrily.

She was initially half-skeptical, now she was convinced.

Even if it wasn’t them, seeing their gloating looks was infuriating.

Clearly, they were deceitful, their friendliness all an act, inherently contrary.

This was truly scheming!

Fu Zheng softly said, "Should we deal with them?"

Mo Qing hesitated.

These two were indeed bastards, but after all, they were disciples of the Qingwu Sword Sect and the Li Huo Fist Sect, both part of the Four Great Sects.

The Four Great Sects were constantly secretly fighting, but outwardly maintained friendliness.

Should she destroy this harmony?

Fu Zheng softly said, "Sister Mo, don’t take action, let me."

"Sister Fu, you..."

Fu Zheng smiled, "I’m from the Prince Consort Mansion, I’m not afraid of them."

Your Highness revealed their actions, meaning not to let them go.

Directly deal with them, always found them displeasing.

She had endured before, not wanting to cause trouble for Your Highness; now that Your Highness was unconcerned, there was no need to swallow her anger.

Mo Qing hesitated.

Fu Zheng smiled, "Then leave it to me; I’ll act!"

As she spoke, she lightly shouted, "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Huang!"

The Bu Yun Restaurant and the Qingyue Tea House were only one building apart, facing each other.

Previously, their eyes were on the third-floor staircase, visible through the open windows.

At Fu Zheng’s shout, they turned their heads at once, seeing Fu Zheng and Mo Qing.

Fu Zheng sneered, "Such refined interests, are you here to watch the fun?"

The two were stunned.

Fu Zheng didn’t wait for them to speak, sneering, "Are you waiting for Sister Lu to fall into a desperate situation, to come as heroes to save the beauty?!"

Their cunning plan was instantly exposed.

Their minds were spinning rapidly, frantically seeking excuses to resolve the situation.

Fu Zheng sneered, "Sister Lu was always masked, only you two Young Masters knew her whereabouts, you’re the ones who incited these people to besiege Sister Lu, right? Then take the chance to be heroes to save the beauty, what a fine scheme!"

As she spoke, she suddenly thrust.

The sword tip flashed, and two green glints instantly appeared inside the opposing tea house, shooting towards the two young men.

"Miss Fu misunderstood!"

"How dare you!"

Their reactions were starkly different, speaking almost simultaneously.

Fu Zheng’s figure flickered, crossing above the street, fluttering into the opposite tea house.

Seeing this, Mo Qing glanced at Lu Qingyuan, then followed and leaped into the opposite tea house.

Fu Zheng had already wielded her sword entangling the two, the Sword Intent of the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique enveloping them.

Their sword glints and fist shadows appeared for a moment then vanished, awkwardly dodging the sword tip.

Fu Zheng sneered, "Who would have thought, the Phoenix Sword Sect and Li Huo Fist Sect actually produced such cunning individuals, truly shaming both sects!"

"Such audacity!" The long-eyed youth coldly snorted, "You’re courting death!"

"Hey, you have the skill to kill me?!" Fu Zheng was disdainful.

"Don’t think that just because you’re from the Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion, I won’t dare kill you!"

The long-eyed youth swung his fists like lightning, streaks of red light erupted like flames.

"Come on then." Fu Zheng coldly smiled.

Under the Fallen Abyss Sword Technique, the fist shadows appeared for a moment then vanished, as if rendered ineffective.

Their Qinggong wasn’t weak, and even when the sword tip reached them, an invisible force weakened it by three-tenths.

The sword tip merely cut their clothes, nicked their skin, without penetrating into the flesh.

Bloodstains were visible, but no fresh blood flowed out.

The round-faced young man remained silent, his face dark.

From the start, he didn’t think this plan was proper; he initially thought to act when aware of something amiss, ensuring Lu Qingyuan and her companions wouldn’t be hurt.

But now that they were caught prematurely, even with explanations, they appeared to be the wicked ones.

In fact, more distressing was being unable to defeat Fu Zheng before him, merely a guard from the Twelfth Prince Consort Mansion.

Mo Qing shook her head repeatedly, yet said nothing.

Fu Zheng again heard Chu Zhiyuan’s voice, then her Sword Posture changed abruptly, turning agile.

The next moment, the sword tip unexpectedly and deftly grazed across the two men’s shoulders.

It was as if they voluntarily exposed their weaknesses, allowing her to sever their tendons, immediately dropping their arms.

"Go!" The long-eyed young man roared, crashing through the window to escape.

The round-faced youth followed and shot out.

Fu Zheng sheathed her sword, her scolding clearly ringing out in the air, "Despicable, shameless villains, utterly disgraceful!"