He quickly withdrew from the illusion, closing his eyes to contemplate.
His face was pale, the Heavenly Origin Art circulating, constantly replenishing the consumption of his spiritual power.
This kind of observation and comprehension came at the cost of spiritual power.
In theory, grandmaster experts were unable to see this illusion.
Zhu Caifu gave it to him directly because she knew he could use spiritual power.
Of course, this was obvious, how could one control a blade with just Gang energy?
After a moment, his spirit was full again.
He continued to close his eyes, his spirit reaching towards the wooden sword again.
Subsequently, he found himself sitting on the mountain peak beneath the dark clouds once more.
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Dark clouds pressed down.
“Ka-chak!” Thunder boomed.
Purple lightning flashed quickly, appearing and disappearing, then slowly reappearing, before vanishing again.
The residual light remained, and another bolt of purple lightning appeared, crisscrossing.
The entire sky seemed to be divided into countless regions, each being cut by lightning.
Chu Zhiyuan was lost in the seemingly slow but actually fast purple lightning, as if he had transformed into it.
He did not know how long passed before darkness suddenly appeared before his eyes, as if wanting to swallow him.
He withdrew from the illusion again, the Heavenly Origin Art circulating, and a steady stream of sweet dew descended.
Once his spirit was replenished, he entered the wooden sword again, once again sitting on the mountain peak, experiencing the purple lightning within the dark clouds.
Sometimes there were only dark clouds, and sometimes there was a torrential downpour.
He seemed to be really drenched in the rain, his features clear, almost indistinguishable from reality.
Only the absence of super-senses made him aware that he was in an illusion.
Even without super-senses, the Myriad Spirit Pearl gave him exceptional comprehension, allowing him to capture the insights within the illusion, transforming them into countless flashes of inspiration in his mind.
Each flash of inspiration was like a bolt of purple lightning, flashing and disappearing in the void of his mind, some being captured by him, and some being directly abandoned.
After one comprehension, without waiting to cool down, while still in the most sensitive state, he entered the second comprehension, again and again.
Others needed a long time to recover their spirit after one comprehension, but he recovered completely in an instant, immediately entering the next comprehension.
Continuous comprehension allowed him to follow up with new strength before the old strength waned, constantly pushing forward, deeper and deeper, closer and closer to the essence.
Eventually, he didn't need to enter the wooden sword, and lightning appeared before his eyes.
Everything within his sight was lightning, each bolt of purple light like a purple chain, connecting all things.
He raised his head and looked at the darkening sky.
In the blue-grey sky, there were occasional starlight.
He saw them connected to each other by purple lightning, seemingly slow but actually fast.
“What a blade technique inheritance.
The Grandmaster really has good stuff in his hands.
From Su Qiuyan, he obtained the Void Severing Blade, comprehending the Dao of Illusion and Reality.
And from Zhu Caifu, he obtained the Purple Lightning Blade Art, comprehending the Dao of Fast and Slow.
A flying knife flew out of his sleeve, not as swift as usual, but leisurely and slowly, unhurried, like a crane spreading its wings.
It leisurely shot towards a pine tree beside him, cutting through a branch.
The branch fell silently.
The flying knife seemed very slow, but it was actually extremely fast, this was the Dao of Fast and Slow.
He comprehended sword techniques, knowing the Dao of Illusion and Reality, the Dao of Fast and Slow, and the Dao of Yin and Yang.
But that was just based on sword techniques, an understanding of the sword technique itself, requiring alternating fast and slow, not solely pursuing fast or slow, but needing to widen the gap between fast and slow, the contrast must be large.
This time, he thoroughly comprehended the Dao of Fast and Slow, a kind of distortion of time and space.
This was a special comprehension, and not only could it be used in sword moves, but it could also be used in all blade techniques, sword techniques, or martial arts.
“Your Highness,” Zou Fang said softly.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him.
Zou Fang said: “Just after Your Highness left, Gao Daren hurriedly came to look for Your Highness.”
“What is it?” Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
Gao Lingfeng, this subordinate, was extremely worry-free, usually there was almost nothing that needed to trouble him to come looking for him in such a hurry, so it must be a major event.
“Something big has happened in the court,” Zou Fang said softly: “There has been a mutiny in a military garrison in the Eastern Territory.”
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
Zou Fang said: “Gao Daren must be getting anxious.”
“Let’s go then.”
Chu Zhiyuan put the wooden sword into his sleeve, actually putting it into the Iron Finger Ring, and turned to return to the city.
As soon as he returned to the Qing Prince’s Residence, Feng Xi greeted him, saying that Gao Lingfeng was still waiting.
He had been waiting for an afternoon, without leaving, sitting there waiting for Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan didn’t blame Zou Fang for not telling him earlier.
He knew that in Zou Fang’s view, as the son of the prince, cultivation was the most important thing, as for the affairs of the court, they were not so important.
Chu Zhiyuan felt that Zou Fang’s view was not wrong, cultivation was indeed the most important thing.
Especially when comprehending mental cultivation methods, it was especially important.
As for the affairs of the court, there were naturally taller people to support it, and as a Vice Minister, there was no need for him to be so concerned.
“Lord.” Gao Lingfeng stood up solemnly.
There were several files on the table beside him.
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fist: “I have kept Gao Daren waiting for a long time, I was delayed by something.”
Gao Lingfeng said solemnly: “Lord, the Daliu Camp of Jihai Town in the Eastern Territory has mutinied, killing the commander, and Jihai Town is actually unable to suppress it, and it has become more and more serious.”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “Isn’t this the matter of the Ministry of War?”
“The Ministry of War has requested the Town Military Department to take action.” “Hmm—?”
“The Ministry of War said that this involves the figures of martial arts sects, and there are even disciples of evil sects among them.”
“Besides martial arts sects, there are also evil sects?” “Yes.”
“Which sects?”
“Several small sects, small sects that haven’t attracted much attention, there are the Lingchen Sect, the Bamboo Sea Gang, the Duofu Gang, the Jinshan Sect…” Gao Lingfeng pushed the file box on the table.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at the files.
Zou Fang stepped forward, opened the box, and handed over a volume of files.
Chu Zhiyuan took it and quickly flipped through it, quickly reading all the files in several boxes.
He chuckled softly.
Gao Lingfeng had a gloomy face, revealing anger: “The General Feng of Jihai Town should be imprisoned and questioned!”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “People, always inevitably swell, not knowing the height and thickness of the sky and earth, not treating others as people.”
Gao Lingfeng said: “If it weren’t for his wanton suppression and greedy exploitation, Daliu Camp wouldn’t be like this, and after the Daliu Camp had an accident, he didn’t think about suppressing it, but instead was busy suppressing the news!”
Chu Zhiyuan said: “How is it possible to wrap fire with paper.”
Gao Lingfeng said: “Lord, should the Town Military Department take action?” Chu Zhiyuan looked at him.
Gao Lingfeng said solemnly: “This subordinate believes that the Town Military Department should take action as soon as possible!”
“Take action to do what?” Chu Zhiyuan said: “To catch those people from the sects?”
He shook his head and said: “The root is still the governance issue, if the Town Military Department goes, will they take the blame for them?”
He saw the trick in it at a glance.
Jihai Town was not Fuyuan Town, but a big town, with tens of thousands of people, unable to govern a Daliu Camp of three or four thousand people?
This was purely a joke.
They were just waiting for people to go over and take the blame together.
These officials were all slippery, pushing away any responsibility they could, and desperately grabbing any power they could.
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