Imperial Cultivation
Chapter 435: 432: Soul Full

Chapter 435: Chapter 432: Soul Full

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Meng Canglan was deeply shocked.

She did not know that within the Eastern Territory, there were so many experts from the Evil Sect.

The experts from the Evil Sect seemed endless, continuously surging forth to kill the Princely Heir, without any concern for the Emperor’s retaliation.

Seeing so many experts from the Evil Sect, beyond her shock, she dared not let Chu Zhiyuan remain here any longer.

Even though six Grandmasters were secretly protecting him, who knew how many Grandmasters the Evil Sect still had.

In recent days, the experts from the Evil Sect were all of the Grandmaster level, wanting to devour Chu Zhiyuan in one go to ascend to Great Grandmaster.

On the contrary, there were no Great Grandmasters, seemingly disdainful, believing these Grandmasters could easily deal with the Princely Heir.

But for so long, after so many Grandmasters had fallen at the hands of the Princely Heir, could these Great Grandmasters still sit still?

By then, Great Grandmaster against Great Grandmaster, there would be no protective power left.

The Princely Heir facing so many Grandmasters from the Evil Sect alone, after all, two fists can’t defeat four hands, a swarm of ants can kill an elephant.

It would be best to leave the Eastern Territory immediately.

She thought there were not so many experts from the Evil Sect in the Eastern Territory and that they must have come here upon hearing the news from other places.

Once Chu Zhiyuan leaves, the demons from the Evil Sect in the Eastern Territory would quickly decrease.

For each extra demon from the Evil Sect, the Eastern Territory becomes a bit more dangerous.

More importantly, the Wuyou Sect is also in equal danger.

Originally the experts from the Evil Sect in the Eastern Territory still had reservations about the Wuyou Sect, minding their own business.

But the experts from the Evil Sect who came from outside wouldn’t care about this.

Already received over a dozen reports of conflicts with experts from the Evil Sect.

Four disciples of the Wuyou Sect have fallen.

There is some discontent within the Wuyou Sect.

“Rest assured,” Chu Zhiyuan said, “I will leave the Eastern Territory in two days.”

Two days are enough to reach perfection in the Concealing God Realm, which would initially accomplish his goal of coming to the Eastern Territory this time.

After this sweep, the Evil Sect in the Eastern Territory would at least weaken for a while.

When he steps into Great Grandmaster, he would return to sweep them thoroughly once more.

Meng Canglan said, “Princely Heir, you already said two days a couple of days ago.”

“Wasn’t it because the Phoenix Camp hadn’t concluded yet?” Chu Zhiyuan said, “Besides, I said two to three days, not two days.”

“Princely Heir—!”

“This time it will be two days,” Chu Zhiyuan laughed, “Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and on the third day, we shall set off.”

Only then did Meng Canglan feel relieved, chiding, “This move is playing with fire, it is too dangerous.”

Those who play with fire will inevitably burn themselves.

She cooperated by spreading the word, letting the disciples of the Wuyou Sect spread it out, saying the Fourth Prince had cultivated the Body Refining Technique and Dragon Transformation Technique, his blood energy far surpassing ordinary people.

She did not expect this news to hold such enormous allure for the Evil Sect.

Knowing that some in the Evil Sect achieve Great Grandmaster status by relying on the power of royal bloodline.

Originally she thought it was only the Yuding Sect, capable of luring the experts of the Yuding Sect.

Unexpectedly, so many from the Evil Sect were all like this, all coveting the royal bloodline.

No wonder Chu Zhiyuan has always been so cautious, not leaving the Inner City of Yujing unless necessary, and with a Great Grandmaster escort when leaving the Inner City.

Now seeing this, it was not at all an exaggeration; without such caution, his life would have long been extinguished.

She hesitated, “Do you truly not want our sect’s experts to assist?”

“With them here, I instead cannot act freely,” Chu Zhiyuan laughed.

When these experts encounter danger, should he save them or not?

Saving them would instead mess up his plan and reduce efficiency.

Now it is just right; he can come and go freely. If really can’t win, he can retreat, fighting while retreating; when they are scared, then he can chase and fight.

Meng Canglan felt uncomfortable in her heart.

This evidently regarded the experts from the sect as burdens, incapable of being of any help.

However, Great Grandmasters were limited in number, unable to bring more.

This left her feeling quite dejected.

Could it be, in his eyes, the Wuyou Sect was already unnecessary?

No longer valuable?

Chu Zhiyuan noticed her bright eyes flickering, unrest in her mind, smiled and said, “Furthermore, with so many people, it is inevitable that information might leak out.”

“…Also true.” Meng Canglan forced a smile.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly raised an eyebrow, “Here they come again, you better withdraw first.”

“Princely Heir, be careful.” Meng Canglan gave a gentle nod.

She was indeed a burden here, absolutely unable to block the experts from the Evil Sect.

Chu Zhiyuan said, “Head east.”

Meng Canglan floated away east without hesitation, vanishing in an instant.

Chu Zhiyuan insight.

After she had gone a hundred meters east, Masters Tan and Song appeared, escorting her as she continued eastward.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

He understood the intentions of the Wuyou Sect, not wanting him to stir up any more trouble here.

The experts from the Evil Sect coming here, how could they change their old habits? They would surely cause problems.

These grandmasters of the Evil Sect already looked down on devouring the essence blood of ordinary people.

Martial Arts masters were their real targets.

They were like fierce dragons crossing the river, indifferent to which sect or school these Martial Arts masters belonged to.

In their eyes, they were like pigs and sheep, to be devoured at will.

The Evil Sect experts in the Eastern Territory feared the Wuyou Sect, but these fierce dragons across the river did not care; no matter how strong the Wuyou Sect, it could not possibly chase them all over the world.

To this, Chu Zhiyuan would express apologies but secretly rejoice.

The Wuyou Sect had always been appeasing, and now that the Evil Sect had come knocking, instead of dealing with them, they blamed him for attracting trouble.

Where had the Wuyou Sect’s prestige gone?

Wasn’t it supposed to be feared by all?

Now it was so weak, the terror should not only be directed at ordinary Martial Arts practitioners, right?

Fourteen middle-aged men in gray robes drifted over, spotting Chu Zhiyuan standing on the treetop with arms crossed, and immediately charged forward.

The current appearance and attire of Chu Zhiyuan were well-known among all experts of the Evil Sect.

His portrait was nearly in the possession of every expert from the Evil Sect.

Clad in a Biluo True Robe, with a long knife hanging at his waist, handsome as an elegant tree.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled at them, slowly drawing out the Bright Moon Saber.

The Bright Moon Saber quivered lightly, the excitement transmitting through the hilt into Chu Zhiyuan’s heart.

Bringing him to share in the excitement.

It was the excitement of seeing a delicious feast when extremely hungry, the excitement of seeing a clear spring when exceedingly thirsty.

“Chu Zhiyuan?!” a Huaisu Sect expert sternly shouted.

“Exactly!” Chu Zhiyuan slowly said.

His figure began to blur slowly, and the next moment he was already behind them, swinging his knife.

By fighting, he not only merged the ways of speed and deception into the knife but also into his body technique and all moves, thoroughly meshing them into his every action.

When he just spoke, seeming slow, in reality, he was activating his posture.

The form appeared to blur slowly, but in reality, he had already appeared behind them.

The combination of speed and deception was a dual deception on vision and perception, akin to the skill of a Great Grandmaster.

The fourteen middle-aged men in gray suddenly realized there was someone behind them just as the Bright Moon Saber was slashing down.

“Zzz—!”

“Zzz—!”

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Six heads flew up, blood columns shot up, the high-pressure spray letting out a soft whistling sound.

The remaining eight reacted in time to find eight flying knives already upon them.

They attempted to dodge or block.

Those who blocked found their movements halted.

The Bright Moon Saber once more sliced across their necks, four more heads flew up, spraying four more columns of blood.

Anyone blocking the flying knives was attacked by the Sword Soul within, making their movements sluggish.

The remaining four saw how bad the situation was and turned to flee.

Four flying knives shot forth.

They could only dodge but could not escape the other four flying knives.

Some were hit, while others were forced to block.

Four heads flew again, four more columns of blood soared.

Chu Zhiyuan sheathed his knife and stood, giving it a slight shake, causing the Bright Moon Saber to remain unstained by blood, its brightness as new.

He broke into a smile, a grin growing ever wider, finally bursting into hearty laughter.

The Sword Soul was perfect!

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