[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-imperial-cultivation":3,"chapter-imperial-cultivation-imperial-cultivation-chapter-56":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Imperial Cultivation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1054565,1365,"Chapter 56 - 56 54 Drawing the Sword","imperial-cultivation-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>56: Chapter 54: Drawing the Sword 56: Chapter 54: Drawing the Sword “`html\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes and princely heirs also felt it was unfair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is too bullying; the Emperor didn’t want to agree and was deliberately making things difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he doesn’t want to agree, then just say so; there’s no need for such excuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, discussions arose, speaking out for Chu Zhiyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan coughed twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned their heads to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, “I’ll give it a try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on, Fourth Brother,” Chu Zhitian puffed out his chest, took a step forward, and clasped his fists, saying, “Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao, let me inquire first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Grandmaster and a Grandmaster are different; I should first probe the way, so Fourth Brother will have a better idea of how to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The burly and robust Gao Jiong hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhitian said, “I’m not a match for Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao, but I want to see just how formidable a Grandmaster can be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grandmasters in our mansion all humor me as if coaxing a child, it’s maddening!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong looked at Chu Qingfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Qingfeng said, “Little Gao, let him gain some insight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Gao Jiong solemnly agreed, clasping his fists toward Chu Zhitian, “Heir, please—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take this punch!” Chu Zhitian thrust out a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fist instantly expanded by a circle, purple energy flowed under the skin, using the Sky Thunder Hammer, a fist technique Chu Zhiyao was also skilled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sky Thunder Hammer was fast, fierce, and vicious, with remarkable power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This punch gathered all the strength of his body; he knew he only had one punch’s chance, if it failed, he would lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all depended on whether this punch could break through the Gang Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong solemnly punched to meet it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” Chu Zhitian flew out over ten meters, crashing into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes and heirs rushed forward to catch him, but four of them were dragged along and flew with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang bang bang bang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ouch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ouch ouch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the cries of pain, the five rolled into a heap, unable to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible force still pressed on them, like a mountain descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gritted their teeth, faces contorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mansion, sparring with those Grandmasters, they never suffered such a fate, knowing Grandmasters were formidable but not realizing they were this formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong apologetically clasped his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhitian lay on the ground, wide-eyed, looking at the sky, the azure sky as clear as washed, the sunlight bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, when the Grandmasters in the mansion sparred with him, they humored him; and they humored him too thoroughly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Grandmaster is indeed a Grandmaster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan came to the side of Chu Zhitian and the other four, squatted down, and lightly tapped them a few times, dissolving the Gang Qi in their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura of the Washing Sword Technique could indeed dissolve Gang Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He helped up the five, smiling as he patted their shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gang Qi of the Grandmaster was indeed remarkable, concentrated yet undispersed, conducted through objects, even using a mountain to strike a cow, directly affecting the five individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Washing Sword Technique couldn’t achieve that now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, the depth of cultivation was insufficient, and after being refined through the Blood Purification Technique, the Misty Purple Energy was as if highly concentrated, with only one-tenth remaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhitian stood up, rubbed his chest, and gave a bitter smile, “There’s such a big difference, Fourth Brother, you need to be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Chu Zhiyuan smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other four were also apprehensive, knowing that Grandmasters were indeed terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to a Grandmaster, they were like little chicks, too weak to withstand a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Chu Zhiyuan was strong, he was likely not a match for a Grandmaster either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My turn!” Chu Zhichuan said in a deep voice, coming before Gao Jiong, fist-clasped, “Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao, I would also like to inquire a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, Heir—!” Gao Jiong sternly clasped his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his heart, he felt dismissive, thinking the princes and heirs before him were vulnerable, yet he had to act serious and earnest, not wanting them to think he was condescending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew just how arrogant these princes and heirs could be, or how sensitive they might be with such large egos, exploding at the slightest provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhichuan turned to the weapons rack, took an Ironwood Sword, lifted the sword tip, pressing the hilt down, striking an opening pose, “I will use a sword, is that okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever the Heir wishes,” Gao Jiong said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhichuan pointed the sword tip at Gao Jiong’s brow, pacing slowly, expression solemn and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, the power on the sword grew stronger, each step adding more strength to the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan’s sword brows lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine Transitions Soaring Sword Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To master this technique, Chu Zhichuan truly deserved to be a genius of the Sword Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each Transition in the Nine Transitions Soaring Sword Technique, the power doubled, the speed increased; after nine transitions, one could soar to ninety thousand miles, breaking through ten thousand layers of clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum was fierce,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the speed was unparalleled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong’s expression was serious, standing firmly, moving with Chu Zhichuan’s rotations, quickly reaching the ninth circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan felt Chu Zhichuan had reached his limit; any further would lose control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hiss!” The sword tip pierced through the air, instantly reaching Gao Jiong’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” Gao Jiong’s palm cut like lightning, slicing the sword tip with precision, sending the Ironwood Sword flying away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ironwood Sword shot over ten meters, “hiss,” embedding a foot deep into the stone table beside the western palace hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword hilt quivered endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he released the Ironwood Sword, Chu Zhichuan was struck by the violent force and flew over ten meters, dragging six princes and heirs, landing in a heap on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven ended up stacked as a pile, Chu Zhichuan lying at the topmost, his face pale as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His internal organs were trembling, blood surged throughout, unbearably painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan slid forward, tapping once on each of their shoulders, dispelling the turbulent Gang Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he felt the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong had gauged their cultivation, daring to be more ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did these princes and heirs believe Grandmaster experts were just so, and not because the Grandmasters they had faced never dared to truly strike, always coaxing them like children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven supported by Chu Zhiyuan, standing with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhichuan’s pale face gritted his teeth but said nothing, just tightly grasping Chu Zhiyuan’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan nodded deeply, understanding his intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them were paving the way, probing the situation to help create a winning opportunity for themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All hope rested on them, wanting them to win, not wasting their effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, clasped his fists, and smiled, “Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao, please instruct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, Heir!” Gao Jiong solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the main figure came forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sent on a mission to hone him, to let him endure Grandmaster-like attacks and hardships, to squeeze out his true skills and utmost limits, which would truly enhance him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This required no politeness, no preserving harmony, harsh actions were necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan drew his sword from its scabbard, pointing at Gao Jiong, “Mr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao, is it alright to use a real sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Qingying Sword in hand, instantly there was a feeling of it being part of his flesh and blood, controlled as easily as his own arm, nimble and agile, eager to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Qingying Sword in hand, his swordsmanship’s power increased, without it, his chances of winning would drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you wish, Heir, I won’t hold back, be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Chu Zhiyuan slowly uttered this word, his figure flashed and disappeared, appearing the next moment on Gao Jiong’s left side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong suddenly sidestepped, moving suddenly and swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers only felt his shoulder sway before shifting three feet to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next moment, Chu Zhiyuan appeared on his right side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Jiong stepped forward, maintaining distance with Chu Zhiyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, in the next moment, Chu Zhiyuan was already behind him, the sword tip stabbing into his left shoulder, the sword tip appearing at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Gao Jiong, in disbelief, grunted, his eyes suddenly shooting ice-cold lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swiftly turned, palm extending like lightning, his figure suddenly speeding up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Mingxuan and the others couldn’t even see clearly, only seeing him turn into a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zhiyuan’s form flickered multiple times, dodging Gao Jiong’s continuous assaults, stabbing him again in the left shoulder, exactly where it was before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Gao Jiong’s eyes widen even more, in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop,” Chu Qingfeng, who had been silently watching coldly, spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“`\u003C\u002Fp>",1464,"2026-06-03T09:57:57.826Z","2026-06-03T09:58:02.811Z",1,"novelbin.me","338355d4ecddd844fba5701776f776f682431155bf2044e39df4ee88469b0907","imperial-cultivation-chapter-57","imperial-cultivation-chapter-55",1378,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimperial-cultivation-cover.jpg"]