Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 440 - 437 Flying Sword

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Chu Zhiyuan was half-believing, half-doubting: "Swallowing just one person can directly achieve perfection in this realm?"

"This is the true Huaisu Technique."

"The others aren’t practicing the true Huaisu Technique?"

"It’s just superficial for them."

"Is it due to their lack of talent? Insufficient comprehension?"

"Exactly. It’s due to insufficient comprehension. They cannot grasp the mental realm of Huaisu, thus squandering precious resources and essence blood."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I have killed so many Evil Sect experts, yet you’re the only true disciple I’ve encountered. Why haven’t the other true disciples come to kill me?"

"They disdain group attacks."

"Such arrogance is rare. I also have the Venerable Statue of the Heavenly Heart Sect. Why haven’t they come to demand it?"

"Who said they haven’t?"

A figure descended gently, landing beside Xie Wufeng.

It was a young man, handsome, smiling as he looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Lu Yuhua, true disciple of the Heavenly Heart Sect, greets the Fourth Prince."

Chu Zhiyuan sized him up, also at the Grandmaster Perfection level, and laughed: "How many people have you killed to reach your current realm?"

"I’ve lost count." Lu Yuhua scoffed: "Who keeps track of that?"

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "The Heavenly Heart Sect truly kills the most."

"The Princely Heir is really old-fashioned. In this world, it’s the law of the jungle. If you don’t devour others, others will devour you." Lu Yuhua’s handsome face was full of mockery.

Chu Zhiyuan said nothing.

Lu Yuhua sneered: "Just like you, Princely Heir, aren’t you also building your merits through killing to exchange for cultivation resources? How is that different from us?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Indeed, it’s the same killing. But what’s different is, the people I kill, deserve to be killed."

"Nice words, but who judges who deserves to be killed and who doesn’t?" Lu Yuhua sneered: "The power is in your hands. You decide who deserves to be killed, utter hypocrisy."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Randomly killing the innocent, not deserving death?"

"Innocent? How do you know whether he is innocent or not?"

"If he has not committed a crime, then naturally he is innocent."

"He may not commit a crime but could be cruel and ruthless?"

"Do you both want to sit down and debate with me?"

Chu Zhiyuan didn’t want to waste his breath further; there was no need to talk so much with the dead.

Xie Wufeng slowly said, "Then let’s see the Princely Heir’s Sword Technique. I’ll ask once again, will the Princely Heir hand over the Venerable Statue?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Try with your skills to take it, kill me or disable me, and then you can take it."

"Then don’t blame us for being ruthless." Xie Wufeng slowly said.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly took out the Sealing Spirit Box and quickly placed the statue inside.

The feeling of danger abruptly vanished.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up at them, smiling: "Good trick."

One person engaged in conversation, while the other acted in secret, trying to activate the Venerable Statue.

The sense of danger that welled up in him was not from ordinary power.

Undoubtedly, they wanted to utilize the power within the Venerable Statue or draw down the Outer Heaven Power.

No matter what power, it was enough to kill him.

Xie Wufeng sighed and looked at Lu Yuhua.

Lu Yuhua was helpless: "Really cunning, just a little short."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled as he tucked the Sealing Spirit Box into his sleeve, his hand resting on his sword hilt.

"We shall meet again!" Xie Wufeng clasped his fists, and his figure suddenly retreated into the distance.

Lu Yuhua exclaimed, "I’ll find you again once I become a Great Grandmaster. Keep the Venerable Statue well."

As he spoke, he darted off into nowhere.

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled softly: "Since you’re here, you’d better stay."

"Shoo! Shoo!"

Two phantoms suddenly pierced through their chests, exiting with blood.

Their figures halted and then transformed into streams of light shooting into the distance.

"Shoo! Shoo!" Two more phantoms pierced through their foreheads.

Four swords concealed in the void slowly rose and moved stealthily behind the two as Chu Zhiyuan spoke.

They were secretly plotting while talking.

He was doing the same.

Four flying knives waited in ambush along their inevitable path, suddenly appearing, leaving them with no chance to evade.

They could only watch helplessly as they were struck.

The first strike pierced their chests, making it even harder to dodge.

With knives embedded in their chests, they were no longer clear-headed when using secret techniques, merely seeking speed without matching reaction time.

Thus, the second wave of flying knives easily pierced their foreheads, taking their lives.

He watched quietly as their bodies fell weakly to the ground, then rapidly shrank.

He wasn’t in a hurry to approach.

Yet his heart was full of anticipation.

True Disciples and ordinary disciples are vastly different, they must have good things on them.

The Biluo True Robe he wore now, unwilling to take it off, belonged to Yuding Sect’s true disciple Zhang Youling.

What treasures did these two true disciples have?

The two of them shrank rapidly, turning into skeletons in the blink of an eye.

Apart from the skeletons, there were two other things.

A small wooden sword and a pitch-black iron token.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

His attention first fell on the small wooden sword.

A palm-length wooden sword, at first glance, looked like a child’s toy.

But it was exquisite beyond measure, the patterns were delicate and clear, like blossoming flowers.

In the Insight, these patterns seemed to move; the flowers appeared to be in a slow bloom.

The difference between the small sword seen with the naked eye and the one in Insight lay in the stillness and movement of the patterns.

He curiously reached out a hand.

The small sword flew into his hand, feeling as light as a feather.

He focused his energy.

The small sword glowed faintly and floated up slowly.

Chu Zhiyuan was surprised.

This was even lighter and smoother than his flying knife.

This is a natural flying sword!

He had always thought the Sword Control Technique of the Yu Xu Sword Sect didn’t match the power of the Dragon Transformation Technique.

Seeing this small sword now, he vaguely understood.

The foundation of the Yu Xu Sword Sect is the sword.

The sword he lacked was one like this small sword.

Under the control of the Sword Control Technique, it became more and more agile, moving like an extension of his mind, without any delay or obstruction.

The small sword zipped away and then shot back swiftly, faster than any flying knife he had.

And it had a greater range.

The range of the Super Sensory Illumination was its effective range.

Controlling this sword took no mental effort, instead feeling light and smooth, even beneficial to the spirit.

This sensation was so wonderful that he found it irresistible and deeply enthralling.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The small sword weaved through one tree after another, passing unimpeded as if through shadows of trees.

Where it passed, the trees exploded.

Chu Zhiyuan grew more amazed, realizing it shatters trees with seemingly no effort.

This power far exceeded expectations.

After playing for quite some time, Chu Zhiyuan reluctantly drew the small sword back.

As the sword was activated, two small characters appeared faintly amid the patterns, named "Thunder Shock."

Such a light sword was named Thunder Shock.

But given its speed and power, the name seemed fitting.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head with a sigh as he held the small sword.

Among many flying knives and flying swords, this was the true flying sword.

After pondering, he closed his eyes, motionless, and activated a certain technique from the Void Sword Scripture.

The small sword in his hand slowly turned incorporeal, like a clear sword shadow reflected in a transparent cold pool.

Chu Zhiyuan gently pressed it to his Dantian.

It entered the Dantian.

Within the whirlpool of the Dantian, a small sword appeared, which was the Thunder Sword.

This was right, this was the true flying sword.

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Chu Zhiyuan looked at the black iron token.

The black iron token seemed unremarkable, without strange patterns and made of ordinary material.

But its survival, without being corroded by malevolent energy, was proof of its extraordinariness.

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