Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1642 - 1638: Once More

If relying on the Jade Heaven Sword, one could dominate the world, with no one daring to provoke, then what would the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect become?

Everyone would indulge in ease and laziness.

If one could roam freely with the Jade Heaven Sword without the need to train hard, who would strive for cultivation?

Compared to a long lifespan, immediate comfort is more important.

If all disciples don’t strive, then the decline of the Heavenly Sword Sect would be inevitable.

Some disciples might have foresight, pursuing a longer lifespan, but they would never be as diligently hardworking as now.

Without the pressure of survival, without a sword over their heads, it’s hard to self-impose hardships to train rigorously.

This is the nature of humanity.

Lu Wanshan sighed, "Being too comfortable won’t work either."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "We must give them means to survive, and then stimulate them to strive for cultivation through other means."

Striving for cultivation doesn’t necessarily mean pressing them with danger and urgency; it can also be through rewards and other incentives.

Meng Xusheng said, "Zhiyuan, will our ancestors still lose their lives even with this?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "It’s hard to say, because of my intervention, things have become unclear."

"It’s better than having nothing," Zhou Chongming said, "The rest is left to fate."

Everyone slowly nodded, their expressions heavy.

At this point, entering the Divine Domain has become an inevitable course, an unstoppable momentum.

All that’s left is to see their individual luck and destiny.

Chu Zhiyuan did not say more.

Giving them the Jade Heaven Sword was already the most important help.

"Alright, let’s settle it this way," Lu Wanshan said slowly.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

...

Guanghan Palace

Lu Xiaolu’s courtyard

Flowers bloomed in the flowerbed, emerald leaves and colorful flowers, with a lingering fragrance hovering within the courtyard.

In the pavilion before the flowerbed, Chu Zhiyuan sat across the table from Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu’s white clothes were like snow, her jade face blushing, her pure face turned radiant.

She had just finished her practice, her blood still surging.

Chu Zhiyuan handed a cloth bag to Lu Xiaolu, "Senior sister, I recently made progress in cultivation, and the current Jade Pendant is stronger by several degrees."

Lu Xiaolu took it and laughed, "That Jade Pendant was already pretty good, can it be even better?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "The Jade Pendant I made before was still a bit lacking in power. Entering afterwards might not have a good effect and could even affect life."

Lu Xiaolu curiously asked, "How much stronger is the current Jade Pendant compared to before?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Probably twice as strong."

"Such a big difference?" Lu Xiaolu was curious, "Junior brother, are you now at the Eighth Transition?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

"The Eighth Transition..." Lu Xiaolu sighed, "It’s too fast, I’m despairing, it’s impossible to catch up."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "Senior sister, it’s indeed a bit difficult to catch up with me."

Lu Xiaolu rolled her eyes at him, "But once you reach Nine Transitions, you won’t be able to advance anymore; I don’t need to worry, I’ll eventually catch up to you."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Once at Nine Transitions, maybe I can step into an even higher realm."

"That’s impossible," Lu Xiaolu said, "The ancient Mythical Realm is impossible to achieve, impossible."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "It’s up to human effort, you must keep up, don’t fall too far behind."

Lu Xiaolu lightly furrowed her curved eyebrows.

If someone else said this, she would surely dismiss it with disdain and mock a few words.

But when these words came from Chu Zhiyuan’s mouth, she dared not just laugh it off.

After all, Chu Zhiyuan could do what others couldn’t, even if others couldn’t achieve it, he might not be unable to.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Senior sister, aside from Cloud Dragon Fist, do you have any Divine Clan Martial Arts?"

Lu Xiaolu laughed, "You still want to practice Divine Clan Martial Arts? Isn’t Cloud Dragon Fist enough? Divine Clan Martial Arts are infinitely profound and require meticulous cultivation."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Cloud Dragon Fist is extremely powerful, so I want to practice another Divine Clan Martial Arts."

Lu Xiaolu frowned in thought, then shook her head, "There shouldn’t be any other."

"Then forget it," Chu Zhiyuan said, "I’ll look elsewhere."

Lu Xiaolu said proudly, "Among all sects in the world, only we have Divine Clan Martial Arts."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "Then I’ll go to the Divine Domain to search."

The Divine Domain is almost impossible to have Divine Clan Martial Arts because Divine Clan Martial Arts are not recorded in writing but passed down heart to heart.

Some are recorded in Divine Language, but these are special cases, rare and extremely rare.

Lu Xiaolu curiously asked about the situation inside the Divine Domain, listening to Chu Zhiyuan’s accounts, she was full of longing.

But she also knew the dangers of the Divine Domain and had no intention of venturing in.

Her life was important, she didn’t need to gamble.

Moreover, she hadn’t reached the Perfect Realm, hadn’t reached the critical breakthrough stage.

First burying her head in intense practice was fundamental.

...

Chu Zhiyuan strolled with hands behind his back, transporting Dragon Mountain’s mud, stones, and plants, when he suddenly sensed something unusual.

Turning to look, he saw Chu Miaomiao flying towards him from afar.

Behind her followed two middle-aged men, flickering remnants in the air.

Chu Miaomiao floated lightly in front, without them closing the gap.

Chu Zhiyuan noticed at a glance that Chu Miaomiao’s Qinggong surpassed them.

Yet she didn’t directly leave the two middle-aged men behind but lured them here.

Upon seeing Chu Zhiyuan, the two middle-aged men were indifferent.

Not feeling Chu Zhiyuan’s aura, they thought he was below Spirit Venerable, merely a Venerable, unworthy of concern.

Chu Miaomiao called out from afar, "Brother Chu, help me!"

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyes suddenly cleared, Insight fixing on the two middle-aged men.

Once Chu Miaomiao landed softly before him, his eyes returned to normal, he nodded slowly.

Chu Miaomiao said, "These two are despicable and shameless, eliminate them to uphold justice."

Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Miss Chu, what luck do you have?"

"Indeed, luck isn’t great, this time it wasn’t me who provoked them," Chu Miaomiao snorted, "They took the initiative to strike to kill me."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

He had already seen what had happened before, understanding why the two middle-aged men pursued Chu Miaomiao.

Chu Miaomiao had a fortuitous encounter, discovering a Cave Mansion, and when she emerged, she was seen by them; thus, they chased her, wanting to seize the opportunity.

Chu Miaomiao had also turned bad.

This time she hadn’t directly fled, even though her Qinggong could easily leave.

She had been enticing them relentlessly, continuously heading in this direction.

Originally she had a tracking Miracle Technique, able to find this side of Dragon Mountain.

In addition to the Jade Pendant he had given her, as long as in the Divine Domain, she could find him.

Of course, if he intended to block her, she wouldn’t be able to find him.

The power of the Jade Pendant was still under his control, strong or weak, present or absent, all within his thoughts.

In the current situation, he had no intention of isolating the Jade Pendant, preventing Chu Miaomiao from finding him.

But he hadn’t expected Chu Miaomiao to find him so quickly.

The two middle-aged men were both skinny, one ugly, one handsome.

The handsome man frowned, examining Chu Zhiyuan.

The ugly man sneered, "Is this the reinforcements? Ridiculous!"

He glanced at Chu Zhiyuan coldly and said, "If you know what’s good for you, scram, we won’t kill you!"

Chu Miaomiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Hehe... interesting, interesting!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and shook his head.

He had already looked into their past and saw they weren’t good people, killing them wouldn’t be an injustice.

Moreover, they intended to kill him.

Then one cannot speak of being good or bad; even if they were good people, wanting to kill him would mean only one outcome.

Chu Miaomiao said, "Brother Chu, there’s no need to waste words with them, just slay them directly."

Chu Zhiyuan examined the two, observing what they would choose.

The ugly middle-aged man grew impatient, while the handsome middle-aged man pulled him back, clasping his fists and asking, "And who might this young lord be?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "We don’t need to know each other, you two better retreat, don’t invite trouble."

The ugly middle-aged man sneered, "Courting death!"

With that, he lightly struck out with his palm, a hand seal appearing before him.

Huge as a millstone, pitch black as ink, distinctly clear, surging with a fierce momentum.