Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1608 - 1604: Outcome

"Is it like a sword?" the Elephant Beast hesitated.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Can you see clearly?"

"Not clearly, it seems like a sword, yet not quite. Did you see it?"

"I think it’s a sword, but a strangely-shaped broken sword."

His eyes returned to their usual clarity.

"A broken sword... no wonder," the Elephant Beast said. "It’s a discarded sword, so the Divine Race didn’t take it, but..."

The Elephant Beast’s tail gently swayed as it slowly said, "This sword is quite unusual."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

This broken sword could threaten his life, naturally, it was unusual.

"Their bell is quite interesting," the Elephant Beast said. "It can shake the heart and spirit."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "Its power is indeed remarkable, but..."

That small bell was only the size of a palm, brown, ancient, and clearly weathered by time.

When shaken, it faintly emitted purple light.

So small, yet the sound produced was like a giant copper bell, deep and melodious, able to transmit far.

Yet it couldn’t shake Chu Zhiyuan’s heart and spirit.

Firstly, the Inner Universe made his spirit extremely strong and firm.

Secondly, the Spiritual Artifact protected his heart and spirit, the Nine Dragon Bell was very effective.

The Elephant Beast shared a bond with him, also protecting its own heart and spirit.

Three middle-aged men in yellow robes landed again, facing the Golden-winged White Eagle’s attack.

They had been circling above, and upon seeing them reappear, began to dive down and attack.

The bell rang out, but the Golden-winged White Eagles were unaffected.

They had just landed when the golden arc light arrived, forcing them to strike repeatedly, flying up, ready to skitter over the river surface.

But the golden arc light was relentless, more intense than before.

Forced and helpless, they ended up falling into the river.

"Plop~"

A dull sound echoed in the river.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "They won’t last long."

The fish in the river weren’t ordinary fish, the ones that had tightly bitten them earlier were just one of several powerful species.

And the bell they held weakened its power underwater.

If they continued like this, they would surely end up in the belly of a fish.

The Elephant Beast snorted, "Unaware of the river’s dangers, they’re doomed. But if they knew how to use the sword, they might survive."

"How is that sword used?"

"That’s unknown, perhaps through divine essence or divine blood."

"Divine Blood?"

"Some swords can be urged by bloodline."

"Divine Blood..." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

That’s impossible.

The three of them also lacked divine essence, so it seemed they couldn’t activate the broken sword.

"Plop..."

"Plop..."

The river started to churn up white fish bellies, many fish were shaken to death.

Six Golden-winged White Eagles appeared in the sky, circling continuously.

Always ready to dive down.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "It seems they’re doomed."

Even if they could escape the river, they couldn’t withstand the attack of six Golden-winged White Eagles.

"Difficult," the Elephant Beast said.

Chu Zhiyuan and the Elephant Beast vanished.

Moments later, they reappeared with Zhou Qingyu beside them.

Zhou Qingyu looked around suspiciously, then recognized the place.

"Master..."

"Take a look," Chu Zhiyuan said. "See what happens to those lacking cultivation in this place."

Zhou Qingyu looked up at the Golden-winged White Eagles, then at the three middle-aged men in yellow robes suddenly rushing out.

Their yellow robes were horribly tattered, full of small holes, revealing numerous wounds.

Zhou Qingyu was startled, thinking they looked pitiful, and quickly whispered, "Master, who are they?"

"Not from our Biyuan Heaven, Venerable figures at the realm of perfection, and holding spiritual artifacts," Chu Zhiyuan said.

The three middle-aged men in yellow robes glared at them angrily.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Their luck is indeed good, acquiring something from the Divine Race. Yet luck is unreliable, it won’t always stay."

But then the relentless golden arc encircled them, forcing them continually backward, nearly falling into the river.

"Dong..."

"Dong..."

"Dong..."

The bell sounds continued striking without pause.

The golden arc light was dispersed by an invisible force, unable to approach the three.

Zhou Qingyu whispered, "Is this a spiritual artifact, Master?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

"But its power... Oh, it’s you protecting me, Master." Zhou Qingyu realized, then said, "With this spiritual artifact, can they withstand?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Not for long."

Two middle-aged men each placed a hand on the burly middle-aged man’s back, leading him forward as they flew over the wide river, heading into the air.

"Dong... dong... dong..."

The burly middle-aged man kept shaking the little bell ceaselessly, the purple light it emitted growing more dazzling, becoming piercing.

During the ringing sounds, they gradually moved away, crossing the river, heading back the way they came.

And six Golden-winged White Eagles pursued relentlessly, continuously flapping wings, shooting out beams of golden arc light.

These beams seemed to have eyes, able to curve in the air, chasing the three middle-aged men.

Chu Zhiyuan had the Elephant Beast on his left shoulder, his right hand on Zhou Qingyu’s left shoulder, floating along, neither close nor far, following them.

Clearly enjoying the spectacle.

The two middle-aged men in yellow robes stared dead at Chu Zhiyuan, furious and wild.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This is the result of inferior skills, constantly suppressed."

"Master, if they run far enough, won’t the Golden-winged White Eagles stop chasing?"

"They can’t hold out for that distance."

"But they seem alright, they must be joining forces."

"Not for long," Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

As his words fell, a shout of "Die—!" erupted.

The short-statured middle-aged man suddenly yelled, his body swelling.

Then he let go of the burly middle-aged man, forcefully pushing with both palms, rushing towards the Golden-winged White Eagles amidst the golden arc light.

Zhou Qingyu was amazed.

The bell’s light instantly dimmed, the burly middle-aged man put away the bell, his face pale as paper.

The other middle-aged man was equally pale, gasping weakly.

The burly middle-aged man shouted, "Senior Brother Sun, don’t!"

"Bang!" The short middle-aged man suddenly exploded into a red mist in mid-air.

The red mist condensed fiercely, transforming into a red light shooting towards the sky.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Caw..."

The six Golden-winged White Eagles suddenly flapped their golden wings, accelerating abruptly, darting a hundred meters.

The red light only hit their shadow, passing through, scattering into red smoke at high altitude, disappearing in the wind.

"Senior Brother Sun—!"

Amidst angry shouts, they darted to the distance, but were soon enveloped by golden arc light, spewing blood arrows into the air.

The blood arrows intermixed with debris.

They fell straight, like stones, crashing heavily onto the ground, sinking a foot.

Zhou Qingyu sighed, shaking her head, "Master, not saving them?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Earlier they tried to kill me."

"Then they deserved to die!" Zhou Qingyu immediately withdrew her sympathetic expression.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This is the fate of insufficient cultivation."

Zhou Qingyu nodded, "Pitiful!... So I must train diligently, won’t go out until I’m well prepared."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Strength in cultivation is always relative, unless you reach the realm of your master... In the future, no matter how strong your cultivation becomes, you must remain cautious. They were formidable yet came to this end."

Having seen despair themselves, the despair of insufficient cultivation, it would give her a stronger stimulus.

This stimulus was not intended to drive her, but to calm her, teach her to be cautious and careful, rather than arrogant.

"Yes, Master, I understand," Zhou Qingyu nodded solemnly.

Chu Zhiyuan disappeared with her.

Moments later, he returned with the Elephant Beast, examining the two corpses.