Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 906 - 902: Encounter

The burly man let out a roar, his voice hoarse like a beast.

After being enveloped by the golden net, his breath became stagnant, unable to exert his boundless strength, feeling extremely stifled, and could only watch as the sword light approached.

Then, the world before his eyes flipped, leading him into eternal darkness.

Chu Zhiyuan praised, "Great swordsmanship."

Phoenix Sword Technique.

Indeed, it lives up to being the Sect’s Sword Technique of the Phoenix Sword Sect, its power is astonishing.

Zhuang Juyue appeared delicately gentle and frail, wielding the sword like dancing, with no trace of killing intent.

Yet, her strikes were ruthless.

The head of the burly man rolled down, and a pillar of red blood shot skyward.

Zhuang Juyue did not hesitate, then charged towards the six burly men in the distance.

They were startled by the roar, turned their heads to look, and noticed the anomaly, thus discarded the black iron shovel and faced Zhuang Juyue.

The remaining experts rushed towards the six burly men.

Before the two sides could meet, hand seal and fist shadow, knife light and sword shadow collided in the air.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Thudding sounds were endless, and the wild wind howled.

The ice peak seemed to tremble, as if the Earth Dragon was turning over.

Chu Zhiyuan stood solemnly on the spot, hands forming seals, chanting in his mouth.

Golden nets descended onto the six burly men.

As the golden nets fell, their actions became sluggish, falling into a passive state, only able to receive hits.

Chu Zhiyuan stopped the Great Demon Suppressing Seal, observing the situation of these fifteen people.

Earlier, that strike from Zhuang Juyue was the strongest, clean and swift decapitation.

Now she had slowed her sword posture, joining forces with Lu Qingyuan to attack a burly man.

The burly man was hit repeatedly but seemed indifferent, his body covered in blood and his wounds exposed with white bones, as if they weren’t his own.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

This is the Demon Clan, their life force is incredibly strong, it’s almost impossible to wear them out through injuries.

Only a decisive kill with one blow would suffice.

Suddenly, he flickered, moving like a wisp of smoke through the burly men.

Wherever he passed, the burly men’s bodies halted.

Zhuang Juyue and the others seized the opportunity to strike fiercely.

"Sizzling..."

Blood spurted out, forming columns of blood.

Six heads rolled down on the crystal-clear ground, each staring with anger, extremely resentful.

Chu Zhiyuan felt the demon crystal penetrate his body, swiftly absorbed, his Heavenly Dragon Introduction improved significantly.

He looked up at the sky.

The Sky Dragon soared in the void, it was unclear when it had also come along.

The Sky Dragon was truly extraordinary, seemingly ignoring the constraints of space.

"Prince Consort has good movement technique."

Zhuang Juyue lightly shook her bright longsword, the sword did not stain with blood, returned it to the sheath.

The others wiped the blood off their swords and returned them to their sheaths.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Master good swordsmanship is what truly matters, time is short, quickly start digging for ice jade."

"Yes, let’s start." Zhuang Juyue quickly said, "We must also deal with these bodies."

At this moment, these corpses have begun to show signs of ancestral regression.

We need to find a way to bury them, to prevent the strong smell of blood from attracting wild beasts.

Chu Zhiyuan flickered to several fist-sized pieces of ice jade, bent down to pick up a black iron shovel.

"Ding..."

"Ding..."

...

Chu Zhiyuan swung several times, then stopped to survey the massive ice block before him.

Only a dozen white dots had appeared on it, showing no other changes. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Wanting to shatter it, to make it like the nearby fist-sized ice jade pieces, seemed nearly impossible.

He shook his head, not activating the Heavenly Dragon Introduction to multiply his strength and wield the shovel again.

"Let me try!" Fu Zheng curious picked up another shovel, swung it, and grinned: "This simply can’t be pried."

The shovel she swung on the ice block didn’t even leave a white mark.

The others tried as well.

Some could leave white marks on the ice block, some couldn’t.

Out of sixteen people, only three could leave white marks, the rest could not.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the fist-sized ice jade on the ground, then at Zhuang Juyue: "Master Zhuang, it’s not possible to obtain more ice jade in a short time, let’s just have these, we’ll divide them."

"As Prince Consort arranges."

Zhuang Juyue agreed pleasantly, handing over the distribution rights.

Chu Zhiyuan divided the six pieces of ice jade into three portions, two for Phoenix Sword Sect, two for him, one each for the Eldest Prince’s tribute and Third Prince’s tribute.

He further divided one piece from his lot to the Twelfth Princess Mansion tribute.

The fist-sized ice jade, when placed in the palm, made half of the body feel frozen.

He realized.

The ice jade needs to be cut into small pieces for use, rather than this large.

But for such a hard object, what treasure sword would be able to slice it?

Zhuang Juyue had already tried; the treasure sword, which slices iron like mud, was unable to affect it.

It was evident; if it were easy to slice, the specially crafted shovel wouldn’t fail.

...

"Your Highness, shouldn’t we go out and have a look?" Fu Zheng inspected the surroundings.

The ice peak majestic, surrounded by clouds and fog.

Standing at the peak, one could see the surrounding peaks like islands in a vast sea, drifting with the white clouds, as if floating.

"Too risky," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Fu Zheng said, "With so many Venerables, we should manage?"

She didn’t think the Demon Clan’s strength was so formidable that any clan could destroy sixteen Venerables.

Chu Zhiyuan eyed the surroundings, pretending to see it for the first time.

Flying Knife had already probed a hundred miles around, expanding beyond this range.

He turned to look at Zhuang Juyue.

Zhuang Juyue softly said, "Prince Consort, since there is time left, why not explore the surroundings."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Only within ten miles, I will be keeping watch here, if you encounter an opponent, signal immediately."

The crowd responded loudly, forming teams to fly in all directions.

Chu Zhiyuan stood stationary with Fu Zheng, Li Yuzhen, and Lu Qingyuan.

Fu Zheng played with the piece of ice jade, tossing it from her left hand to her right, and back, repeatedly, enjoying it immensely.

Lu Qingyuan smiled, "Sister Fu, do you think it’s useful?"

Fu Zheng said, "Not that useful."

She originally thought the ice jade was mystical, but found it only provided some calmness and focus, far less than expected.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head with a smile: "The Demon Clan’s mental method is fierce and dominating, prone to losing control, easily leading to madness; this ice jade is crucial for them."

The fiercer and more dominating, the more the mental state needs to match, yet such a mental state is often like a blazing fire.

It can both invoke power and affect the self, thus easily losing control, with the Ice Lord one can stay calm and not lose control.

"But it’s of little use to us," Fu Zheng sighed, "I’m very disappointed."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled without speaking.

The ice jade’s effects were not just calming and focusing, there were other mysteries.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound exploded in the sky.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, solemnly said, "Need to go and check, you stay here?"

"Your Highness, we will also go," Fu Zheng quickly said.

Her eyes were burning with excitement.

Lu Qingyuan also quickly said, "And me."

Chu Zhiyuan’s voice echoed in their ears, "Come over, be careful."

Yet, he was already gone, moving too fast, out of their sight.

The two girls hurriedly flew up to chase, but could not catch up.

Eventually, when they stopped, they saw Chu Zhiyuan.

He stood with arms crossed, watching the battle in the field.

Twenty-odd burly men were besieging two female experts of Phoenix Sword Sect.

The situation for the two women was precarious, their bodies slow, faces pale as if wounded, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

They grit their teeth, refusing to fall, the tips of their swords occasionally stabbing the surrounding burly men.

But their blades and swords now were no longer sharp, unable to penetrate their flesh.

The twenty-plus burly men striking together seemed not chaotic, but rather with a kind of shocking power.

"Master Hu, Master Lu!"

Lu Qingyuan was anxious seeing this, swung his sword to rush in, but was quickly entangled, stuck in a mire.

Fu Zheng seeing the situation, stepped forward to help, also got entangled.