Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1607 - 1603: Chance Encounter

Meng Xusheng said, "After much thought, we can only lie in wait at the Guiyang Sword Sect for the Heavenly Shadow Sect people."

Xu Qianfan said, "Without the array, even if he enters the Guiyang Sword Sect, he won’t notice, will he?"

Meng Xusheng nodded: "Indeed, he won’t notice, ... even if he does, they won’t agree."

He looked at Chu Zhiyuan and shook his head.

Zhiyuan is very busy now; he can’t be left to guard there.

Moreover, the Guiyang Sword Sect wouldn’t allow it either; Zhiyuan is now a Spirit Venerable.

A Spirit Venerable entering the sect is a huge test and threat to any sect.

Given the pettiness of the Guiyang Sword Sect, they simply wouldn’t agree.

Even if I go, the Guiyang Sword Sect still wouldn’t agree, and they’d be very wary.

Zhou Chongming frowned in thought, "All we can do is remind them."

Meng Xusheng said angrily, "It’s truly the Emperor not anxious, but the eunuchs are!"

Zhou Chongming glanced at him.

He said helplessly, "Brother Zhou, this matter should indeed concern the Guiyang Sword Sect, yet we are more anxious than they are!"

Lu Wanshan looked at Chu Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, do you have a good idea?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Then let’s agree on a secret phrase, a gesture, a secret phrase and gesture that no one can speak of."

Meng Xusheng said, "If that guy infiltrates the Guiyang Sword Sect, how can he not figure out the secret phrase and gesture?"

Xu Qianfan said, "If we make it a bit more complex, changing according to the hour, and forbid anyone to mention it, whoever does is from the Heavenly Shadow Sect!"

Meng Xusheng said, "I’m just afraid they can’t remember it."

Xu Qianfan snorted, "If they can’t remember, consider them Heavenly Shadow Sect disciples! Truth can’t be faked, and falsehood can’t be made true."

If you truly capture someone, whether it’s real or fake, it will surely be figured out.

Even as powerful as the Heavenly Shadow Sect is, they can only spice things up and muddle through in a hurry.

Meng Xusheng looked at Lu Wanshan, "Sect Leader, each of the Four Sects should come up with a code."

Lu Wanshan nodded slowly.

Xu Qianfan said, "They won’t disagree even with this, will they? That would be too much!"

"Heh," Meng Xusheng snorted, "They might just do that."

"Then there’s only one last resort, as long as the Guiyang Sword Sect and Fuyun Sect disciples approach, just distance ourselves immediately, giving no chance to the Heavenly Shadow Sect disciples."

Zhou Chongming said, "That’s not good."

If it really is like that, the Four Sects would split into two groups, giving the Court an opportunity.

With a bit of provocation, the Four Sects would fight against each other in pairs, depleting one another.

Meng Xusheng sneered, "Brother Zhou, the brains of these Guiyang Sword Sect guys are made of stone!"

"They have always been like that," Zhou Chongming laughed, "It’s also their strength."

Being firm and reliable in action is the strength of the Guiyang Sword Sect.

The reason for their firmness is also their stubbornness.

Xu Qianfan shook his head, "These guys, so self-conceited, laughable!"

Lu Wanshan said slowly, "I’ll discuss it with them."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, cupped his fists, and took his leave.

He continued transporting Dragon Mountain back to the Divine Domain, feeling quite impatient.

As for the matter of the Four Sects, it still had to be discussed by Lu Wanshan and the others.

With ongoing discussions, some word would get out, also drawing the attention of the Four Sects’ experts.

By evening, as he was preparing to end today’s transport and rest, he saw three figures flying through the sky.

These three figures noticed the anomaly and swooped down like three eagles, suddenly slowing down near the ground, landing without raising any dust.

They were three middle-aged men in yellow robes, all Perfect Venerables.

The three had different appearances and builds but shared a similar aura, clearly of the same origin.

Their cold electric gazes swept over Chu Zhiyuan, finally resting on the Elephant Beast on his left shoulder.

They immediately showed an expression of interest.

Chu Zhiyuan observed them with interest, curious about their intentions.

The shortest yellow-robed middle-aged man in the center cupped his fists, showing a smile, "Sir, sorry to disturb you, do you know where this place is?"

His gaze remained cold, yet his face carried a smile, appearing quite stiff.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"The three of us are lost here," the yellow-robed middle-aged man chuckled, "We want to leave but don’t know the way."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "That’s easy, just turn around and walk back ten steps, you’ll exit here."

"Oh—?" The yellow-robed middle-aged man smiled, "Is it really that easy?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Feel free to try."

The tallest yellow-robed middle-aged man floated off, retracing his steps a hundred meters away, then returned, glaring coldly at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

He didn’t expect it to fail.

The experts from Biyuan Heaven would be expelled from the Divine Domain after retreating ten steps.

But these three broke this rule.

Could it be that the rules are different for people from each realm after they enter?

Their sharp gazes bored into Chu Zhiyuan, as if trying to pierce through him.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled, "Looks like I was mistaken."

"Mistaken?!" The burly yellow-robed middle-aged man sneered, "Did you intentionally make fun of us?"

The other two middle-aged men observed him, their gaze falling on the Elephant Beast.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "I’m like this, didn’t expect you guys not to be."

"You—?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Watch me."

He began to retreat, and after ten steps, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The three yellow-robed middle-aged men were stunned, then rushed toward Chu Zhiyuan’s original position.

But it was empty.

"What’s this...?"

"He wasn’t fooling us, can you really retreat ten steps to exit?"

"Try again."

They walked ten steps forward first, then retreated ten steps.

But nothing changed.

"He’s toying with us!"

"Damn it, the wretched guy, what’s he doing here!"

"Did he dig all this?"

They surveyed the surroundings, realizing that this massive pit had been freshly dug.

"Could it be there’s a treasure here?"

"Surely there’s a treasure, otherwise, is he sick, burying his head in digging this?"

"Shall we dig to see?"

"Rather than digging stones, we’d better look carefully to see if there’s any treasure."

"Makes sense, let’s search then."

There wasn’t much left of this Dragon Mountain, and they felt they could quickly search it thoroughly.

Suddenly, three golden lights flew down from the sky.

Three Golden-winged White Eagles dove down, their wings tracing arcs of golden light.

"Careful!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

They pushed their palms forcefully, retreated quickly, with a protective light shield appearing on the surface of their bodies.

In one breath, they retreated three hundred meters to the riverbank, barely blocking this wave of arcing light.

Their yellow robes were disarrayed, their breaths heavy, feeling the intimidating power of the Golden-winged White Eagles.

"Damn, forced me to use the secret treasure!" The burly middle-aged man cursed, "What kind of Strange Beast is this?"

Their electric-sharp eyes watched the Golden-winged White Eagles in the sky, their expressions solemn.

The three Golden-winged White Eagles dove down again.

"Go!" The short yellow-robed middle-aged man said deeply.

The three immediately shot out swiftly, diving into the river beside them.

A moment later, they resurfaced from the river, flying toward the sky.

They each had several dark green fish hanging on them, each a meter long, with dagger-sharp teeth biting hard into their bodies.

They wore expressions of pain, slapping desperately, yet couldn’t shake off these fish.

Their surging palm force glanced off the fish, unable to penetrate the fish bodies.

Several fish bit so hard their faces turned blue; the burly middle-aged man pulled out a small copper bell and swung it sharply.

"Dong..."

The three’s expressions became vacant, falling straight down.

And the fish biting them loosened their mouths, detached from their bodies.

Just before they fell back into the water, they regained consciousness, summoned their True Yuan with all their might, turned mid-air, and slanted toward the riverbank.

At this time, the Golden-winged White Eagles above dived down again.

Chu Zhiyuan stood with his hands behind his back in the distance, observing the three men.

The Elephant Beast on his left shoulder had eyes narrowed into gold lines, speaking in his mind, "They have something of the Divine Race on them."

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "What is it?"