Imperial Cultivation

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"Come on!" The Twelfth Prince said brashly, but slightly stepped back, his body tensed.

Though straightforward, he wasn't foolish, especially with the Fourth Prince and Sixth Prince giving reminders on the side.

Even though he thought Chu Zhiyuan was bluffing and boasting, he wouldn't underestimate him.

Even a lion uses all its strength to hunt a rabbit.

The Princes behind revealed expressions as if ready to watch a spectacle.

One was at the Eighth Transition, the other at the Third Transition, yet the one at the Third transition appeared confident of victory.

It seemed utterly absurd and laughable.

If it were someone else, it would be impossible to do something so outrageous.

But on Chu Liezhao, it was not surprising.

His actions were often unreasonable, bizarre, and irritable; you can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth.

Chu Zhiyuan calmly looked at the Twelfth Prince: "Are you ready?"

"Hehe, just come at me!" The Twelfth Prince grinned, looking carefree.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly punched forward.

"Bang!" The fist seal abruptly appeared on the Twelfth Prince's chest, sending him flying.

As the punch was thrown, the Twelfth Prince had already gathered both palms and his Protective Essence Qi.

But in front of this fist seal, his resistance seemed like a mantis blocking a carriage.

He was involuntarily sent flying.

He flew over the Princes who were watching the commotion, landing in the thick white snow of the mountain wall behind.

"Bang!" He slammed heavily into the snow, sending snowflakes scattering, leaving a crater several times the size of his body.

Everyone was dumbfounded on the spot.

This scene exceeded their imagination.

The most stunned was the Twelfth Prince, lying in the stone wall, embedded in the snow pit.

His eyes widened in disbelief, then with a sudden struggle, he propped his body and legs like an arrow leaving the string, shooting towards Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan sat steadily on the warm jade cushion, quietly watching him approach, then punched out again.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The fist seal appeared mid-air, hitting the Twelfth Prince, twright him flying back to the original pit.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Twelfth Brother, where's your fist technique?"

The Twelfth Prince gritted his teeth, once again forcefully propelled himself, punching ahead of Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan followed with a punch.

"Bang!"

The two fist seals collided mid-air, creating a howling wind, sweeping all around.

The Princes' clothes fluttered in the wind.

Snowflakes flew.

Chu Zhiyuan sat in the swirling snow, calmly looking at everyone.

Amidst the falling snow, he sat firmly, his steady and mountain-like presence made everyone inexplicably feel unshakable.

"Wow, this Ninth Brother is really..." The Sixth Prince said in amazement: "Fourth Brother, we underestimated him."

The Fourth Prince nodded slowly.

"Fourth Brother, is this revenge then?" A charming young man approached, grinning: "Truly you are a vengeful Fourth Brother."

He folded his arms, smilingly watching Chu Zhiyuan who sat quietly like a mountain.

And then looked at the Twelfth Prince, embedded in the stone wall, unable to move for a moment, with a look of great interest.

The Fourth Prince glared at him coldly: "Seventh Brother, say less!"

"Hehe, Fourth Brother, can't I even say two truths?" The handsome youth smiled: "I didn't expect Ninth Brother to be so accomplished, ...Fourth Brother didn't expect it either, right?"

He shook his head: "Seems like the previous ordeal truly enlightened Ninth Brother."

He heard that after a catastrophic close-call, the Ninth Prince's temperament and demeanor changed significantly, finally maturing, starting to focus on cultivation and diligently practicing.

This aroused his curiosity.

Once a person has survived death, there will surely be changes, but whether it's for better or worse is debatable.

The Fourth Prince looked at Chu Zhiyuan, slowly said: "Ninth Brother is indeed different."

He looked at the Seventh Prince: "Seventh Brother, can you withstand this punch?"

The Seventh Prince shook his head: "Twelfth Brother's Great Brightness Fist is already extremely powerful, his realm is formidable, I would fare similarly."

Twelfth Brother had excellent aptitude, at a young age he already reached the Eighth Transition, on par with myself.

Moreover, his understanding of the Great Brightness Fist was deeper and more powerful.

So, if I truly faced Ninth Brother, I would definitely lose.

This is really bizarre, can seriously practicing for ten days really equate to my ten years?

No genius could possibly reach this level.

Had Ninth Brother previously concealed his cultivation?

"Impossible!" the Twelfth Prince lay embedded within the stone wall, muttering softly.

The white snow on the wall was entirely shaken off, leaving only the stone.

He seemed embedded in the stone, with a stunned and puzzled expression, muttering to himself.

Chu Zhiyuan no longer paid attention to him, turning to the other Princes: "Everyone, does anyone wish to spar?"

As soon as he spoke, the Princes gasped, their eyes widened.

He was issuing a challenge to all the Princes?

Wasn't this too arrogant?

Has the Ninth Prince gone mad?

Chu Zhiyuan's gaze swept over the Princes one by one: "My cultivation is not enough, I've gained some insight into the Great Brightness Fist, just a slight understanding, and wish to seek advice and spar with all you brothers."

His gaze finally landed on the Fourth Prince's face: "Fourth Brother, what do you say?"

The Fourth Prince said solemnly: "Ninth Brother, you just sparred with Twelfth Brother, better rest."

The Sixth Prince laughed: "Fourth Brother's at the Ninth Transition, about to step into Qi Transformation, to spar with you would be bullying."

Chu Zhiyuan snorted: "Sixth Brother, do you think I can't beat the Fourth Brother?"

"Even if your Great Brightness Fist is formidable, it couldn't possibly reach this level."

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled: "It's said that the Great Brightness Fist can defeat enemies across realms. Let's see if it truly has such power today."

The Sixth Prince snorted: "Boasting, come, let me spar with you."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and laughed.

The Sixth Prince frowned: "Why are you laughing?"

"I envy Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother's deep brotherly love with Twelfth Brother."

"It's the same with my brothers."

"Sixth Brother, no need for such hypocrisy, everyone's here, are you afraid Fourth Brother will completely lose face?" Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Sparring between brothers, what's so shameful about losing? If you lose today, regain yourself tomorrow."

He finished speaking and punched towards the Fourth Prince: "Fourth Brother, take this punch!"

This punch was incredibly abrupt and extremely fast.

The fist seal instantly appeared in front of the Fourth Prince.

The Sixth Prince moved sideways to block, meeting the punch, but was intercepted by the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince stepped forward, punched using the Great Brightness Fist.

"Boom!"

The two fist seals collided mid-air, emitting an explosive sound like thunder.

A fierce wind swept around them.

Chu Zhiyuan remained steadily sitting on the warm jade cushion, punching again.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Fist seals appeared one after another, still present even as the previous ones hadn't dissipated.

The number of fist seals increased, hazy and indistinct.

The fist seals from both sides collided one by one, making muffled thuds, and the wind grew stronger.

Already unable to open their eyes.

The Princes squinted, using their cultivation to stabilize and observe.

They must see them determine a winner.

Chu Zhiyuan sat steadily, while the Fourth Prince continually retreated, avoiding the sharpness.

Through repeatedly operating the Great Brightness Fist, Chu Zhiyuan gained deeper understanding of the fist technique.

Not only did it align with the Bright Heart, but the Fist Power should embody the essence of brightness, using the Fist Power as brightness to purify the world.

Brightness is the strongest force for purifying the world, but there are many forms of brightness, among which, one is to embody the brightness within the Fist Power.

Thereby purifying the evils of the world.

"Fourth Brother, the last punch!" Chu Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, leaping into the air, punching while airborne.

A massive fist seal appeared in the air, twice the size of his fist.

The fist seal was larger but blurrier, if not looked at carefully it was barely visible.

Under this punch, the Fourth Prince couldn't fully exhibit his abilities, nor gain any advantage, and was struck by the Fist Power, flung away.

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