Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1454 - 1450: Expulsion

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Previously on Imperial Cultivation...

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu receive three mysterious items from Guanghan Palace: a jade bowl, an ebony comb, and an ancient scroll. While Lu Xiaolu is warned they are dangerous, Chu Zhiyuan discovers the scroll contains a powerful, text-only Fist Technique.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Sister, how is this fist technique?"

"This bamboo stick of yours is quite impressive." Lu Xiaolu withdrew her gaze.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "Is this fist technique powerful?"

Lu Xiaolu asked, "Where did you get this bamboo stick from? Is it a Spiritual Artifact?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed.

Lu Xiaolu rolled her eyes and said, "Alright, alright, your fist technique is indeed powerful. What is it called?"

Chu Zhiyuan replied, "Cloud Walking Fist?"

"Cloud Walking Fist..." Lu Xiaolu shook her head: "I’ve never heard of this fist technique, is that really its name?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head with a smile: "I don’t know its name, calling it a nameless fist technique would be too demeaning, so let’s just call it Cloud Walking Fist."

"Alright, Cloud Walking Fist," Lu Xiaolu said, "The name suits the fist technique quite well."

She felt this fist technique was indeed like flowing clouds and water, light and graceful, much like the style of Guanghan Palace.

She found this fist technique very peculiar; it appeared gentle as if it were a health-preserving technique, yet it was astonishingly powerful.

With her cultivation, she surprisingly had no strength to counter it.

She curiously asked, "Junior brother, were you using the Spirit Venerable’s power earlier?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and laughed, "This is the real power of the Spirit Venerable."

He lightly waved his hand.

Instantly, seven-colored light flashed, forming a hand seal and shooting out.

As it flew into the distance, surrounding seven-colored lights converged, making the hand seal continually larger and clearer.

It flew a hundred meters away in one breath, expanding tenfold without dissipating.

Where it passed, the wind howled.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This is the true power of the Spirit Venerable."

"Truly worthy of the Spirit Venerable." Lu Xiaolu was amazed.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head with a smile.

Lu Xiaolu said, "This fist technique is also very powerful. If you use Spiritual Essence, it would be even more formidable, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Is that not so?" Lu Xiaolu was curious.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This fist technique cannot be activated by Spiritual Essence."

He already understood why it’s said that the Divine Clan Martial Arts are not compatible with the Spirit Venerable.

The Spirit Venerable must adapt the Divine Clan’s martial arts to fit themselves and to conform to the heavens and earth.

He discovered a mystery: the Spirit Venerable and the Divine Race’s powers are not the same.

Spiritual Essence is different from the Divine Race’s power, with the Divine Race’s power being a higher level.

Spiritual Essence can’t activate the Divine Clan’s martial arts because they are incompatible.

When he had only mastered that single move of Swordsmanship, he wasn’t certain, but now it’s clear beyond doubt.

The fist technique he mastered is actually called Cloud Dragon Fist, a complete technique.

This fist technique is mysterious.

Transforming into a cloud dragon, soaring in the sky, it cultivates the body, Qi, and spirit.

The aura it gathers is the same abnormal energy that condenses in that sword move.

But compared to that sword move, the Cloud Dragon Fist is even more adept at accumulating abnormal energy.

Lu Xiaolu puzzledly asked, "Junior brother, how did you learn this fist technique?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Naturally, I learned it from reading the fist manual."

Lu Xiaolu asked, "Can you understand the text on it?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "I can comprehend a thing or two."

"What script is it?" Lu Xiaolu asked, "Isn’t it the Divine Language?"

"It is the Divine Language."

"You can actually read the Divine Language?" Lu Xiaolu was amazed, "It seems no one can read the Divine Language?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "Without knowing the Divine Language, how do your palace’s Spirit Venerables practice Divine Clan Martial Arts?"

"Naturally, they were transcribed later."

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.

"Junior brother, how did you learn the Divine Language?" Lu Xiaolu asked, "It’s said to have already been lost."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "It was acquired in an adventure; I originally thought it was useless, but didn’t expect it to be handy now."

"Divine Language, how could it be useless?" Lu Xiaolu shook her head and sighed, "Junior brother, your luck is really good."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "My luck has indeed been quite good, but please keep the fact that I understand the Divine Language a secret for me, sister."

"Yes, yes, that’s only natural, it can’t be disclosed." Lu Xiaolu quickly nodded, "If outsiders know, it would bring endless trouble."

If they knew he understood the Divine Language, they would definitely try to ask him to help interpret Divine Language, often exposing their secrets to him in the process.

To someone who knows one’s secrets, it often breeds murderous intent.

Even though he’s a Spirit Venerable, he’s not invincible. If several Spirit Venerables unite, he would still be in danger.

"Sister, does Guanghan Palace still have Divine Text Secret Manuals?"

"There should be." Lu Xiaolu thought for a moment, "I’ll ask the Palace Master."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

Lu Xiaolu fluttered away like a butterfly, disappearing from the courtyard.

Chu Zhiyuan paced with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, analyzing the three segments of memories he just recalled.

The great sea bowl witnessed the rise and fall, and the sorrowful song of a Divine Race man.

The comb witnessed the joys and sorrows of a pair of Divine Race lovers.

The origin and history of the Cloud Dragon Fist Manual witnessed the rise and fall of a Divine Race Sect.

Thereby gaining insight into the daily lives and emotional entanglements of these Divine Race people.

He gained a deeper understanding of the Divine Race.

He further confirmed his previous thoughts: the Spirit Venerable and the Divine Race indeed follow different paths.

Using Spiritual Essence to practice Divine Clan Martial Arts is a wrong path, leading further astray, and will only end in a dead-end.

The true Divine Clan Martial Arts might not be well understood at the time, and could not be genuinely practiced.

The Divine Language can only be comprehended, not verbally conveyed; even though he understands it, there’s no way to teach it to others.

Even if he translated the Divine Clan Martial Arts, he couldn’t truly convey the essence of it, and it would be nearly impossible for others to master.

The biggest reason he could easily master that sword move and the Cloud Dragon Boxing Technique was grasping the unique Spiritual Charm.

The unique way the Divine Language transmits information can be received by him, but others can’t comprehend it.

Thinking of this, he shook his head.

If he translates the Divine Martial Arts Secret Manuscript, but others can’t practice it, what would they think?

Translating the Divine Language Martial Arts is destined to be a thankless task.

He shook his head again, putting aside these thoughts, and once more began practicing the Cloud Dragon Fist Technique.

Leisurely, gracefully, neither hurried nor slow, elegant, transcendent.

With the practice of the fist form, he felt a strange aura spreading from within his body, seemingly omnipresent.

After practicing once, he could feel the strange aura steaming and surpassing practicing the sword move six times.

Then practicing the second time, the third time, the strange aura continually accumulated, becoming ever thicker, and astonishingly, drifted towards his mind.

Intuition told him there was no danger.

So he did not resist, letting the aura enter the void of his mind.

After entering, the aura did not dissipate; instead, it started to condense, forming an egg-like energy cluster.

The energy cluster slowly rotated, forming a nebula-like field.

The strange aura continued to converge from within his body into his mind.

When Lu Xiaolu’s footsteps sounded, he had already practiced the fist technique more than a dozen times.

He made a startling discovery.

His Spiritual Essence was being expelled from his body by an invisible force.

This invisible force was, naturally, the strange aura.

As soon as he thought of it.

The spinning energy cluster in his mind came to a stop, the strange aura no longer generated from his body.

The Spiritual Essence that had left his body appeared once more.