Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 1229 - 1225: Mastered

Duan Zhongqi and the two youths bowed again, then retreated from the mountain valley.

Only the white-robed youth remained inside the valley.

The white-robed youth stood up, stretched lazily, then transformed into a wisp of smoke, drifting out of the valley toward the distance.

Chu Zhiyuan flashed into the valley.

Super Sense Illumination, every detail exposed.

His final gaze fell on the Evil Venerable Statue, scrutinizing it carefully.

The Golden Sword slowly unsheathed.

The sword trembled gently, showing a hint of excitement, as if cheering.

He lightly shook the sword to calm it down.

The next moment, Chu Liezhao stepped out from the Light Gate.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion flew out of his sleeve, landing on the adjacent mountaintop.

For the Evil Venerables skilled in Spirit Secret Techniques, the most powerful were the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion and the Dragon Soaring Bell.

Chu Liezhao hid within the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, floated up into the air, and deftly swung his sword.

"Swoosh!"

"Bang!"

A crack appeared, quickly spreading like a spider’s web, then shattered into a fine powder, drifting down.

"How dare you!"

A booming voice echoed in Chu Zhiyuan’s mind.

Soon, a white light shot over, and the white-robed youth reappeared, lunging at him.

Chu Zhiyuan vanished from his original spot in a flash.

The white-robed youth clasped his hands with a sealing gesture, letting out a sharp shout: "Die!"

In Chu Zhiyuan’s mind, golden light instantly lit up, and the Dragon Soaring Bell blocked the violent spiritual attack.

This violent force was a sheet of white light, like a beam formed by knife’s light.

Upon hitting the Dragon Soaring Bell, the white light scattered.

Chu Zhiyuan discovered that it was difficult to absorb this scattered white light, as it was exceptionally pure, yet it was devoured by the Golden Sword, enhancing itself.

This discovery delighted him greatly.

The Golden Sword continuously brought him surprises, truly miraculous.

The white-robed youth was ecstatic seeing him standing there in a daze and instantly advanced, his palms aimed at Chu Zhiyuan’s chest.

The Golden Sword swiftly pierced his chest.

The white-robed youth was stunned, looking down at the Golden Sword in his chest, then back at Chu Zhiyuan.

The astonishment in his eyes swiftly turned to anger, and he was about to seal with his hands.

Chu Zhiyuan shook the sword.

The Golden Sword suddenly shone brilliantly, infusing the aura condensed from the people’s hearts and merit into the white-robed youth’s body.

The white-robed youth’s entire body radiated a bright light, gold rays bursting forth like a golden statue.

The sealing hands froze in mid-air, his eyes’ anger and murderous intent turned to surprise, then unwillingness, with his gaze rapidly dimming.

He stayed motionless, stiff like a statue, as the light around him dimmed quickly just like his eyes.

Chu Liezhao stood before the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, sealing with his hands, condensing the Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror in the void.

The Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror shot out a golden light, pulling a mass of seven-colored light into the mirror.

No matter how formidable the soul, even that of the Evil Venerable, could resist the current Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror.

As the souls, especially the Evil Venerable souls, entered the mirror, the Haoyang Demon-suppressing Mirror grew stronger, its soul grasping power more forceful and irresistible.

Once the seven-colored light entered the mirror, the white-robed youth remained motionless, his breath ceased.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, finally shook his head, and gave up using the Heavenly Transmigration Technique.

The identity of this white-robed youth was no longer worth exploiting.

The Wanxiang Sect was destined to be annihilated.

Chu Liezhao retracted the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, stepped into the Light Gate, and vanished without a trace.

Chu Zhiyuan calmly sat in the center of the square, the spot where the white-robed youth had previously been seated.

He continued to visualize the mountain and earth within the Spring Gushing Acupoint, further infusing spiritual power and merit.

Having eliminated this white-robed youth, slaying an Evil Venerable, he once again gained a massive amount of merit.

Meanwhile, Chu Liezhao began to refine the white-robed youth’s soul.

When Lu Xiaolu and Qi Qingmei gracefully arrived at the valley, they saw Chu Zhiyuan appearing to flicker in and out of visibility.

He seemed to be in a clear and deep pool, his figure visible as waves rippled, swaying his image back and forth.

Qi Qingmei suddenly stretched out her hand, the two halted abruptly, stopping at the valley entrance.

Lu Xiaolu looked curiously and turned to Qi Qingmei.

Qi Qingmei gently shook her head, solemnly, red lips slightly moving, transmitting a secret sound: "He’s at a critical point, about to breakthrough."

"Breakthrough?" Lu Xiaolu also transmitted into secrecy: "He’s already at the Nine Transitions."

Qi Qingmei shook her head: "It’s a different Miracle Technique."

Lu Xiaolu then pointed to the white-robed youth and whispered, "It’s that guy!"

Qi Qingmei said, "He’s already dead."

"Dead?!"

Lu Xiaolu’s bright eyes widened.

She silently drifted forward, glancing at the white-robed youth, pouted, and threw a glance at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan was right in front of her, yet seemed out of reach, like someone on a cloud, impossible to touch.

Defiantly, she stretched out her jade hand.

A jade hand stretched over, pressing her jade hand down—Qi Qingmei floated over to stop her.

Lu Xiaolu retracted her jade hand, her cherry lips moving, transmitting sound to Qi Qingmei: "Which Miracle Technique is Junior Brother practicing, it’s so strange."

Qi Qingmei lightly shook her head: "Absolutely not ordinary, ...you’re being mischievous, how could you disturb him!"

Lu Xiaolu wrinkled her delicate nose: "He’s perfectly secure, practicing here alone, must be unafraid of disturbance."

Qi Qingmei shook her head: "Still, it’s best not to disturb, let’s wait and see."

She examined the white-robed youth before her and eventually shook her head, revealing nothing.

The wound was a stab through his heart by a sword, strangely not bleeding, resulting in death.

The two women observed the white-robed youth’s corpse, then reached out to check his body.

They finally discovered that aside from the heart wound, there were no other injuries inside, and no sign of True Yuan rampaging.

Qi Qingmei frowned, shaking her delicate brows.

"What’s wrong?" Lu Xiaolu quickly asked, "Senior Sister, is something off?"

"You can discern their combat style." Qi Qingmei said.

"What style?" Lu Xiaolu was curious.

"What do you think?"

"Me?... Didn’t he die by Junior Brother’s sword? His sword is no ordinary Treasure Sword."

Qi Qingmei said: "It was a battle of spirits."

Lu Xiaolu’s bright eyes flashed, thoughtful, nodding slowly: "I see!"

She understood immediately, understanding the cause of the white-robed youth’s death.

Qi Qingmei said: "You should have read records on this, spiritual combat is more perilous than martial arts, life and death are decided in a thought."

Lu Xiaolu said: "I never thought we’d encounter this, this Evil Venerable was formidable, but unfortunately, he met our Junior Brother."

She looked at Chu Zhiyuan as though in the depths of a pool and laughed lightly, "Junior Brother’s Demon Suppressing Saber is quite extraordinary, naturally his spiritual power is very strong."

Simultaneously controlling dozens of Flying Knives, his spiritual power’s strength is evident.

All the Guanghan Palace senior sisters admitted they couldn’t do it, bowing to his superiority.

This was equivalent to encountering Junior Brother’s strength—it was just the Evil Venerable’s bad luck.

Qi Qingmei nodded lightly.

The two women were examining when they suddenly sensed something amiss, turning their heads, yet Chu Zhiyuan was already gone.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaolu exclaimed in surprise: "Junior Brother?"

Qi Qingmei looked around, inspecting.

The next moment, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly reappeared where he was originally.

"Junior Brother?!" Lu Xiaolu stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, feeling its solidity, she breathed a sigh of relief: "What Miracle Technique is this?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Earth Origin Technique, it’s the Miracle Technique I practiced in the Little Heaven Beyond."

The Second Layer of the Earth Origin Technique was finally mastered.

He also realized the wondrous use of this technique.

"Earth Origin Technique..." Lu Xiaolu tilted her head, thought for a moment, and shook her head.

Qi Qingmei also shook her head.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Ladies, follow me."

He placed his hands on their fragrant shoulders.

The two women, unguarded, let him place his hands on their fragrant shoulders. Suddenly, their perspective shifted, and the next moment, they found themselves no longer in the valley but on a mountaintop.

Looking around, they discovered this mountaintop was opposite the valley.

They hadn’t moved very far, but the speed was beyond imagination.