Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 437 - 434 Clearing
As dusk approached, the setting sun dipped below the horizon.
When Chu Zhiyuan appeared in Wanghai City, he drew the attention of those around him.
His face was pale, and he walked step by step slowly, like someone not yet recovered from a serious illness.
Dressed in a spotless Biluo True Robe, untouched by a single drop of blood.
The Bright Moon Saber hung at his waist.
In his mind, the Bright Moon Saber gradually dimmed, hidden within the void of his mind amidst the dawn.
This was its usual inactive state.
He felt a tinge of regret that his Divinity Transformation Realm had not reached Perfection.
He sensed he was only halfway there, and he still needed to kill a large number of Evil Sect experts.
However, it would be challenging to find so many Evil Sect experts to kill next time.
This time, he should have terrified the Evil Sect experts.
In a short time, his deterrent power increased greatly, making the Evil Sect Grandmasters too afraid to dare confront him.
Of course, some would always be skeptical.
However, such people were the minority.
He swaggered into Wanghai City, paper-faced and on the verge of collapse.
He wanted to see if he could lure some Evil Sect experts out, the more the better.
After all, killing one Evil Sect expert eliminated one source of harm, contributing to his karmic merits.
He believed that the true scourges were these Evil Sect scoundrels, rather than the Da Meng army.
In battles against the Da Meng army, a thousand or eight hundred deaths were already a major conflict.
Very few surpassed ten thousand.
But which of these Evil Sect experts hadn’t claimed dozens to hundreds of lives?
Their cultivation was built upon countless deaths.
By the time they reached the Grandmaster level, these Evil Sect practitioners might disdain killing ordinary people.
Yet disdain did not equal abstaining—they might kill in a bad mood or on a whim.
When killing becomes a habit, and without any restraint, it never stops.
For the people of Da Jing or for his own cultivation, the more Evil Sect experts killed, the better.
Under curious, hostile, or scrutinizing gazes, he leisurely made his way to Tianshui Pavilion, finding a private room to eat slowly.
Halfway through his meal, two Evil Sect experts burst into the room, their swords flashing like lightning.
This time, he didn’t decapitate them; instead, he struck their foreheads, shattering their brains instantly, killing them on the spot.
Blood slowly oozed from their seven orifices.
He noticed the Sword Soul of the Bright Moon Saber in his mind became slightly brighter.
Simultaneously, a killing intent condensed.
This thread of killing intent was a chaotic force that needed to be vented to avoid affecting himself.
At this level, it was no longer necessary to kill through the Bright Moon Saber or absorb the force through it.
Compared to using the Bright Moon Saber, the power was naturally less.
With the Bright Moon Saber’s assistance, it was like a seamless collaboration, with power far exceeding a mere sum, quadrupling his own strength.
For these three little cats, there was no longer a need to employ the Bright Moon Saber.
He ignored the two corpses standing stiffly, continuing his meal.
As he ate, he watched them rapidly shrink, finally turning into two skeletons.
Their clothes and all belongings disappeared into the void.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced up at the statue hidden amidst the clouds and lights above the void.
He shook his head.
He speculated whether the Outer Heaven World’s sects were divided into different factions.
One faction was like a Divine Dao fueled by incense, requiring no personal cultivation of martial arts, directly channeling Outer Heaven Power into one’s strength.
The other faction resembled the Evil Sect, needing self-absorption of essence blood for cultivation, with malice and essence blood offered posthumously.
In comparison, he subtly felt the incense Divine Dao seemed somewhat better.
Of course, for the Da Jing Court, the incense Divine Dao was the greater menace.
He sighed.
Subsequently, another four Evil Sect experts leaped in through the window.
In his eyes, they moved in slow motion.
He gracefully struck with both hands, killing them nearly simultaneously with a sweep.
Then he resumed eating.
...
After finishing his meal, the room contained already twelve corpses.
He felt quite satisfied with his progress in the Divinity Transformation Realm.
The deaths of these twelve advanced him a significant step further.
According to this pace, another hundred Evil Sect Grandmasters and he might almost perfect his Divinity Transformation Realm.
Once Divinity Transformation Realm reached Perfection, he would step into the Sealing God Realm.
At that level, he ought to be able to kill a Great Grandmaster.
By then, he himself should also become a Great Grandmaster!
He observed internally, noticing the two small Sword Gangs at the Heavenly Pond Acupoint slightly brightening.
This was due to the Sword Soul being drawn into them.
They were now far more destructive to the copper building within him, and he estimated that in about ten days, he could break through it and reach Grandmaster Perfection!
He couldn’t help but marvel.
Killing as a practice method was indeed astonishingly swift!
Setting the two small Sword Gangs to circulate through his meridians repeatedly, breaking the copper building.
He noticed that as his Glazed Blade Scripture level increased, so did his meridians and body.
At present, these meridians were leagues beyond their former state.
Before reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm, these meridians could not withstand the power of the two small Sword Gangs as they do now.
With souls, their power increased further, and their destructive force grew stronger.
Yet the current meridians endured their impact without damage, a testament to their immense strength.
Chu Zhiyuan sat for a while, not seeing Meng Canglan appear, shaking his head.
Meng Canglan was becoming increasingly cautious.
Where once she dared meet him at Tianshui Pavilion, now she did not dare.
Clearly, she was afraid as well.
The Evil Sect’s experts were now terrified, both angry and aggrieved.
If they saw Meng Canglan meeting with him now, they would surely unleash their rage on the Wuyou Sect.
They weren’t Eastern Territory Evil Sect members; why would they care about the Wuyou Sect’s strength? They would kill first to vent their anger.
...
Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment and took out a Sealing Spirit Box from his bosom.
Inside the Sealing Spirit Box were two statues, one resembling a multi-legged human, the other a three-eyed human.
He picked up the three-eyed human statue and closed his eyes.
In the void of his mind, like the dawn breaking, the Bright Moon Saber slowly lit up.
Once the Bright Moon Saber shone, the layers of mist before him were instantly cleaved away layer by layer.
Finally, he perceived numerous threads.
Each thread connected to this statue.
He opened his eyes, showing a smile.
As expected, as he had speculated, the Sword Soul indeed had the effect of cutting through obstacles.
Though he hadn’t sensed the Heavenly Heart Sect’s lair, he had already found its disciples.
Quaffing the fine wine in his cup, he left the private room, tossing a piece of silver to the innkeeper as he descended the stairs and departed.
...
The following morning at dawn.
Upon his return to the private room, the innkeeper personally escorted him, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
The waiter attended him obsequiously and carefully.
Chu Zhiyuan’s face was pale, as if he might collapse at any time, his injuries appearing more severe.
He casually ordered a few signature dishes and a jar of fine wine, dismissing the waiter and the innkeeper with a wave.
Chu Zhiyuan took stock of the night’s gains.
In Wanghai City, there were fifteen Heavenly Heart Sect experts and twenty Huaisu Sect experts.
These included not only those in the Grandmaster Realm but also over ten in the Innate Realm, all of whom he eliminated.
Besides these two sects, he also eradicated experts from some other Evil Sects.
He could perceive the Dharma Forms of these Evil Sects clearly and distinguishably.
In one night, he killed eighty-eight people.
For such a small city like Wanghai, there were actually eighty-eight Evil Sect experts.
Nine times out of ten, they had come for him.
The night’s harvest was delightful, as his Divinity Transformation Realm improved significantly once more.
