Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 402 - 399 Fast and Slow

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He quickly withdrew from the illusion.

He closed his eyes in contemplation.

His face was pale, the Heavenly Yuan Technique was operating, constantly replenishing the depletion of spiritual power.

This kind of observation and comprehension is at the cost of consuming spiritual power. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Theoretically, a Grandmaster is unable to see this illusion.

Zhu Caifu gave it to him directly, also knowing that he could use spiritual power.

Of course, this is obvious, how could one control a blade with just Gang Qi?

After a moment, his spirit was full again.

He continued to keep his eyes closed, and his spirit reached out towards the wooden blade again.

Then he found himself once more sitting on the peak of a mountain under thick clouds.

The dark clouds pressed down overhead.

"Crack!"

Thunder roared.

Purple lightning flashed quickly, appearing and disappearing in an instant, then slowly appearing again, and disappearing once more.

The remaining light was still there, another bolt of purple lightning appeared, crisscrossing the sky.

The entire sky seemed to be divided into countless regions, each piece being cut by lightning.

Chu Zhiyuan got lost in the seemingly slow yet fast purple lightning, as if he had become the purple lightning itself.

After an unknown amount of time, darkness suddenly descended before his eyes, trying to engulf him.

He once again exited this illusion, the Heavenly Yuan Technique operating, pouring down a continual sweet rain.

Once his spirit was replenished, he entered the wooden blade again, sitting on that mountain peak, experiencing the purple lightning within the dark clouds.

Sometimes there were only dark clouds, sometimes there was also a torrential downpour.

He felt as if he were truly in the rain, his senses clear, almost unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

It was only the lack of Super Sense that told him he was in an illusion.

Even without Super Sense, Miao Ling Pearl enhanced his perception tremendously, capturing insights from the illusion, transforming into countless spirit lights flashing in his brain.

The spirit lights were like the purple lightning, flashing and vanishing in the void of his brain, some caught by him, some directly abandoned.

After each comprehension, he didn’t wait to cool down, still in his sharpest state of perception, he entered the next comprehension, again and again.

Others required a long time to restore their spirit after a comprehension, but he recovered instantly, immediately entering the next understanding.

Continuous understanding allowed his forward strength to not diminish, his later strength caught up, continuously pushing forward, deeper and deeper, getting closer to the essence.

Finally, he no longer needed to enter the wooden blade, in front of him were bolts of lightning.

In his view, everything was lightning, bolts of purple light like purple chains, connecting all things.

He looked up at the dusky sky.

In the greenish-grey sky, occasional points of starlight.

He saw them connected by purple lightning, seemingly slow yet fast.

"Hehe..." Chu Zhiyuan laughed suddenly.

Zou Fang looked over from not far away.

Guo Chi and the others also curiously looked over.

The five of them had been alert to their surroundings, preventing anyone from disturbing his comprehension.

"Haha..." Chu Zhiyuan burst into a hearty laugh.

What a sword technique inheritance.

The Great Grandmaster truly has good stuff.

Received the Void-cutting Saber Technique from Su Qiuyan, comprehending the way of reality and illusion.

And got the Purple Thunder Saber Technique from Zhu Caifu, understanding the way of speed and slowness.

A flying knife shot out from his sleeve, not as swiftly as usual, but serenely and unhurriedly, like a flying crane spreading its wings.

It leisurely flew to a nearby pine tree, passing through a section of branch.

The branch fell silently.

The flying knife seemed slow, but was extraordinarily fast, this is the way of speed and slowness.

He comprehended swordsmanship, understanding the ways of reality and illusion, speed and slowness, Yin and Yang.

But that was just according to the swordsmanship itself, needing to alternate between speed and slowness, not solely pursuing speed or slowness, needing to draw a large contrast between fast and slow.

But this time he thoroughly understood the way of speed and slowness, an alteration of time and space.

This was a special realization, not only applicable to Sword Moves but to all Sword Techniques, Swordsmanship, or Martial Arts.

"Princely Heir..." Zou Fang said softly.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him.

Zou Fang said, "Before, as soon as the Princely Heir left, Master Gao hurried over to find the Princely Heir."

"What is it?" Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Gao Lingfeng, this subordinate, was incredibly worry-free, usually almost never needing to trouble himself.

To rush over to find him meant there was a major issue.

"A major issue has arisen in the Court." Zou Fang said softly, "In the Eastern Territory, there has been a military rebellion in one of the army camps."

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

Zou Fang said, "Master Gao must be anxious waiting."

"Let’s go."

Chu Zhiyuan took the wooden blade into his sleeve, actually placing it within the Iron Ring, and turned back to the city.

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He had just returned to the Prince Qing Mansion when Feng Xi came over, saying that Gao Lingfeng was still waiting.

He had been waiting an entire afternoon, never leaving, sitting there waiting for Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan did not blame Zou Fang for not mentioning it earlier.

He understood that in Zou Fang’s view, as the Princely Heir, his training was the foremost priority, whereas affairs of the Court were not as important.

Chu Zhiyuan felt that Zou Fang’s outlook wasn’t wrong; training indeed was the most crucial.

Especially when comprehending the mental method, it was especially important.

As for the affairs of the Court, those were for figures like Gao to handle, he as the Left Vice Minister didn’t need to be so concerned.

"Master." Gao Lingfeng stood up solemnly.

There were several dossier boxes on the table beside him.

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists, "I’m sorry to have kept Master Gao waiting, I was delayed by something."

Gao Lingfeng spoke solemnly, "Master, in Jihai Town, Eastern Territory, the Great Willow Camp has rebelled and killed the commander, yet Jihai Town is powerless to suppress it, it has grown more and more serious."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Isn’t this a matter for the Ministry of War?"

"The Ministry of War requests action from the Military Suppression Department."

"Hmm——?"

"The Ministry of War says this involves the shadow of Martial Arts Sects, and among them, there are even disciples of the Evil Sect."

"Besides the Martial Arts Sects, there’s the Evil Sect?"

"Yes."

"Which sects?"

"A few small sects that haven’t drawn much attention, including Lingchen Sect, Bamboo Sea Gang, Duofu Gang, Jinshan Sect..."

Gao Lingfeng pushed the dossier boxes on the table.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the dossiers.

Zou Fang stepped forward to open the boxes, passing stacks of dossiers over.

Chu Zhiyuan received them and quickly perused them, swiftly going through each of the boxes’ contents.

He chuckled lightly.

Gao Lingfeng’s face was gloomy, revealing anger, "That General Feng of Jihai Town should be thrown into prison!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "People, aren’t they always prone to arrogance, not knowing the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth, not treating others as human."

Gao Lingfeng said, "If not for his wanton oppression, greed, and contempt, the Great Willow Camp wouldn’t have gone that far, and after the incident, instead of thinking about suppressing it, he was busy suppressing the news!"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Paper can’t wrap fire, how is that possible."

Gao Lingfeng said, "Master, should the Military Suppression Department take action?"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him.

Gao Lingfeng solemnly said, "Subordinate believes the Military Suppression Department should act immediately!"

"Act to do what?" Chu Zhiyuan said, "To catch those from the sects?"

He shook his head, "The root is still a governance issue, if the Military Suppression Department steps in, they would become scapegoats?"

He instantly saw through the deceit.

Jihai Town is not Fuyuan Town, it’s a large town with tens of thousands, and cannot handle a Great Willow Camp of three to four thousand?

That’s purely a joke.

It’s just waiting for people to come and share the blame.

These officials are all slippery, pass on any responsibility they can, and fiercely seize any power they can grasp.

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