Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1207 - 1203: Secret Struggle

It’s still impossible for anyone else to steal this Golden Sword since it hasn’t fully awakened yet.

One small movement and I can feel it immediately.

I could easily obtain this Giant Spirit Sword this time, thanks to Zhao Ruilin’s selfish distractions.

To avoid it being seized by the Evil Venerable, Zhao Ruilin placed the sword in this strange Black Box to isolate its aura, effectively severing his connection to it.

Upon opening the Black Box now, Zhao Ruilin couldn’t clearly sense the sword even at a ten-mile distance.

He examined the Giant Spirit Sword and thought its name was vastly different from its appearance.

He furrowed his brow immediately.

The Giant Spirit Sword’s aura displeased him, being both cold and fierce.

Cold as ice, yet it gives a feeling of burning intensity.

In stark contradiction and eerily bizarre.

It was in conflict with his majestic aura.

"Shua!" The Golden Sword was unsheathed, lightly stabbing towards the Giant Spirit Sword.

The Giant Spirit Sword suddenly emitted a red light, akin to a raging fire, intending to engulf the Golden Sword.

The Golden Sword shone with gentle white light, quickly dissipating the red light and enveloping it, slowly penetrating it bit by bit.

The red light flickered violently but was powerless to stop the white light’s invasion, covering it step by step.

Finally, like a sword of ice and snow.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyes sparkled like cold stars, and spiritual power continuously poured into it, supporting the Golden Sword’s performance.

This white light source was his spiritual power, transformed by the Golden Sword, to possess stronger and more profound capabilities, dissolving the Giant Spirit Sword’s spirituality and severing its spiritual link.

A cup of tea later, when fifteen Giant Spirit Sect experts left the valley, the red light vanished completely, making the Giant Spirit Sword as clear as water.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ruilin suddenly sensed something amiss, quickly turning around and floating out of the hall, back to his small courtyard.

Upon discovering the Black Box and the Giant Spirit Sword missing.

His face drastically changed.

His hands swept through like afterimages, flipping through every corner in the room where the Black Box might be hidden.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly flickered and appeared behind a Giant Spirit Sect expert.

The Golden Sword killed with a single strike, then disappeared, reappearing behind another Giant Spirit Sect expert.

By the time Zhao Ruilin searched throughout the entire room, and then the courtyard, with reddened eyes panting heavily, the fifteen Giant Spirit Sect experts had been dealt with.

At the moment the last Giant Spirit Sect expert died, Zhu Lingyun immediately let out a long whistle not far away.

With the whistle, he charged towards Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan, however, glanced at him once and vanished from the spot, with no trace left.

Zhu Lingyun arrived like a wisp of smoke to the place he had disappeared, forming seals with both hands, gently pressing the Void.

In the Void, a blurred figure appeared, belonging to Chu Zhiyuan.

He continuously pressed towards this blurred figure with sealed hands.

The hands forming seals emitted soft golden light, gradually making the blurred figure clear.

Chu Zhiyuan appeared a mile away, frowning as he observed from afar.

He took a deep breath, unsheathing the Golden Sword, slowly letting out white light.

The white light quickly brightened, and then slashed through the Void as if searching for an invisible thread.

Under the white light, the thread manifested, revealing itself as a multicolored thin line heading towards his forehead.

The Golden Sword flashed with white light, slicing through the thin line, causing it to split instantly.

Immediately losing a segment.

Before Zhu Lingyun, the blurred figure originally became clearer once again became obscure.

Chu Zhiyuan furrowed his brow.

This thin line is indeed troublesome; even with a slash, it’s not shattered but merely cut off a segment.

Zhu Lingyun’s face turned slightly dark, quickening the pace of forming seals with his hands.

The blurred figure became clear once again.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted once, wielding the Golden Sword again.

The Golden Sword flashed with white light, slicing through the thin line again, and this time, the severed line was longer.

Chu Zhiyuan paused with the sword.

The increasingly clear figure once again became blurred.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Zhu Lingyun’s face grew increasingly somber, his eyes burning brightly, impossible to look at directly.

He kept forming seals, pressing continuously, causing the blurred figure to grow clear again.

Chu Zhiyuan waited for the thin line to lengthen, restore its original length, and then swung the Golden Sword again. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Thus, time and again, whenever Zhu Lingyun made the blurred figure clear, he would cut off a segment of the thin line.

Each time, only slashing once, watching as Zhu Lingyun restored the thin line, he would slash again.

In Zhu Lingyun’s view, Chu Zhiyuan was mentally exhausted, compelled by significant consumption to arduously maintain the secret technique’s activation.

He could affirm, using this secret technique consumes substantial spiritual power, far beyond what any of this world’s top experts can bear.

In terms of spiritual power expenditure, he firmly believed none of this world’s masters could compare to him.

Therefore, Chu Zhiyuan was at the end of his strength, soon to be unable to sustain.

But after numerous exchanges, he felt a strong sense of ridicule.

Felt as though akin to a cat playing with a mouse.

Suddenly, he stopped his hands, staring at the blurred figure with intense killing intent.

His gaze swept coldly around, attempting to find Chu Zhiyuan.

But Chu Zhiyuan was like a fish diving into water, silent, entirely devoid of aura.

His cold gaze swept across but found nothing, completely empty.

The cold gaze grew stronger, with powerful spiritual power exuding.

"Okay!" he snorted like thunder, turning and floating towards the valley.

Zhao Ruilin quietly stood in the courtyard, gloomy and indifferent.

He was pondering, who could silently steal his Giant Spirit Sword.

Ordinary disciple wouldn’t dare enter his courtyard, only a dozen could access it.

And among those, most were outside, only Sun Haoyang and Hu Chengxiang were within the valley.

Was it one of them, or both together?

He shook his head promptly.

It should not be them.

Then... Divine Venerable?

Thinking of this, his face became even gloomier, furrowing his brows in contemplation.

If the Divine Venerable truly wanted it, he could directly ask me for it, no need to steal.

Sun Haoyang’s voice sounded outside the courtyard: "Senior Brother, Divine Venerable is here."

Zhao Ruilin wiped his face, restoring his usual calm before stepping out of the courtyard, saying to Sun Haoyang, "Why has Divine Venerable returned? Is there some urgent matter?"

Sun Haoyang shook his head.

Zhao Ruilin glanced at Sun Haoyang: "You and Junior Brother Hu were...?"

"Arranging people to dig the Blood Pool," Sun Haoyang replied, "It’s already done."

Zhao Ruilin nodded.

Sun Haoyang asked, "Has something happened?"

Being close to Zhao Ruilin, understanding him well, even though Zhao Ruilin appeared usual, he felt the underlying gloom and restrained anger.

Zhao Ruilin smiled: "No problem."

This matter must not be disclosed, must not be known by others.

The two moved to the front hall, where Zhu Lingyun stood with his hands behind.

Zhu Lingyun’s face was dark, coldly saying: "The disciples you sent were all killed."

Sun Haoyang was startled: "Divine Venerable, you mean all fifteen were killed?"

Zhu Lingyun nodded: "They should all be dead."

Sun Haoyang widened his eyes: "Impossible, surely?"

Zhao Ruilin asked, "Did Divine Venerable see the culprit? How many were there?"

"Only one fellow," Zhu Lingyun replied faintly, "Qinggong superb, considering his skills, wouldn’t be hard for him to kill all fifteen."

He shook his head: "I underestimated this world’s masters."

Initially, upon arriving in this world, thinking with unique secret techniques, an elevated power could crush any master here.

Only those possessing spiritual artifacts or divine artifacts need careful addressing.

Other masters, easily defeated.

"Only one..." Sun Haoyang turned to look at Zhao Ruilin, then at Hu Chengxiang.

Hu Chengxiang said, "Even the sect master of the Four Great Sects couldn’t kill fifteen experts quietly alone."

Sun Haoyang gritted his teeth: "Who is he exactly? Who is this guy?"

He turned to Zhu Lingyun: "Did Divine Venerable see his appearance?"

Zhu Lingyun took a deep breath, slowly shaking his head.

He had seen the figure yet could not discern the facial features.

Invisible power blocked his view, as if veiled by white gauze, unable to penetrate.

Even exerting secret techniques couldn’t unravel it.