He vaguely felt that Huai Su Sect and Tian Xin Sect were desperately hunting him down, not entirely because they wanted to devour him and achieve the Grandmaster realm.
It was also possible that they wanted to retrieve these two statues.
With these statues, they could find all the disciples of Huai Su Sect and Tian Xin Sect.
Obviously, these were no ordinary statues and were extremely important to Huai Su Sect and Tian Xin Sect.
The fact that Zheng Tu and the other could become Grandmasters meant that the sacrificial method likely required the aid of these two statues.
Whether it was sacrifice or devouring royal blood, both paths to becoming a Grandmaster were difficult.
However, compared to comprehending it on one's own, it was much simpler.
That was why there were more Grandmasters in the evil sects.
After becoming a Grandmaster, one had a free will, and was less influenced by extraterrestrial forces.
Once one became a Grandmaster, they could either leave the sect and live freely, or continue to stay in the sect because there were benefits to be had. If they were really pushed, it was likely that they would all be mobilized.
This was also the court's concern, so there was no way to completely wipe out the evil sects.
The Grandmasters of the evil sects were also wary of the Son of Heaven's Sword, so not too many Grandmasters rushed to kill him.
Liao Liao's dispatch of several Grandmasters was also blocked by Huang Cheng and the others, not reaching him.
Only then could he kill people so freely and improve so quickly.
Ultimately, he still relied on his identity. If he wasn't a prince, a prince favored by the Emperor,
he wouldn't have been able to grow to this point.
He sat in Tianshui Pavilion for a whole morning, but it was calm and peaceful.
He didn't even catch a single evil sect expert.
He then knew that this method was no longer working, and the evil sect experts would no longer be fooled.
They weren't fools either. They would be fooled once by showing weakness, twice, but not a third time.
However, he believed that as long as these guys had problems in their hearts, they would always be unable to resist.
After pondering for a moment, he transmitted his voice secretly.
Huang Cheng flashed and appeared in the room, cupping his fist respectfully and said, "Your Highness."
If in the past it was because of his identity as a prince, the number one prince of Da Jing, with the hope of becoming Emperor in the future,
then now it was due to respect for his strength.
Single-handedly suppressing the experts of the evil sects in the Eastern Territory, killing hundreds of Grandmasters in a few days.
With his own strength, he severely damaged the evil sects of Da Jing, causing them to suffer a great loss of vitality.
Without Grandmasters, there would be even fewer Grandmasters in the future, and with fewer Grandmasters, the imperial court would take the opportunity to act multiple times to wipe them out.
Seeing that the various evil sects of Da Jing would inevitably decline, all due to his efforts alone.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Huang Zhongshi, let's do a bitter trick."
Huang Cheng said: "How to do it?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Tao, change your appearance and pretend to be a Grandmaster of the evil sect chasing after me. Huang Zhongshi, you and Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhou fight as a group, how about that?"
"Your Highness, this is to—"
"Pretend to be seriously injured, and then escape, to see if these evil sect demons can resist."
"——Yes." Huang Cheng praised in his heart.
Others were avoiding evil sect demons for fear of being too late, but the prince was completely the opposite.
Fearing that the evil sect demons would not come out to assassinate him.
This situation was a bit absurd and a bit ridiculous.
Weren't the evil sect demons supposed to be existences that could stop children from crying? How did they become like this?
So many evil sect Grandmasters were suppressed by the prince alone, and killed until they were utterly defeated.
Now, they were shrinking back and not daring to attack the prince again.
But the prince was still not willing to give up, and wanted to use this trick to lure them out.
When Meng Canglan appeared in front of Chu Zhiyuan, she was wearing a cold mask on her face.
She was dressed in a tight outfit, revealing a fiery figure, graceful and charming, with a powerful attraction to the eyes.
Chu Zhiyuan laughed when he saw her like this: "Are you being too careful?"
The two were in the elegant room of Tianshui Pavilion.
Meng Canglan sighed, took off the mask, revealing her beautiful and gentle face, and shook her head gently: "I have to be a little cautious."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Now you don't dare to let people know that your sect is related to me, right?"
Meng Canglan said: "Your Highness is showing great power, they don't dare to look for Your Highness, they can only vent their anger on us.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "This is easy to handle, find an opportunity to show that I have fallen out with your sect."
"This——" Meng Canglan hesitated.
If this was the case, it would indeed be beneficial to the Worry-Free Sect now,
which could effectively avoid suspicion.
At least don't let the various evil sects vent their anger on the Worry-Free Sect and kill Worry-Free Sect disciples.
But this also has future troubles.
"Is this not good?" Chu Zhiyuan asked with a smile.
Meng Canglan sighed: "There are also troubles."
The Worry-Free Sect's fallout with the prince would avoid the evil sects' anger, but would incur the revenge of the imperial court, and even the various sects of the Eastern Territory martial arts world.
If we were to say who is most grateful to the prince now, it would be the various sects of the Eastern Territory martial arts world.
The biggest goal of the evil sect experts is these martial arts people, devouring their essence and blood.
The essence and blood of ordinary people is far from being comparable to these martial arts experts, a gap that cannot be compensated by quantity.
The ones who fear the evil sect demons the most, and hate the evil sect demons the most, are these martial arts sects.
And now, these evil sect experts who killed them like pigs and dogs are being killed by the prince like pigs and dogs.
They were extremely happy and grateful, and they already regarded the prince as a god.
The prince's prestige in the Eastern Territory martial arts world is already extremely high.
Under such circumstances, it is really unwise for the Worry-Free Sect to fall out with the prince.
"Then what should we do?" Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter."
"...——Let's fall out first, and talk about it after we get through this hurdle." Meng Canglan gritted her teeth, and finally could only take care of the immediate situation first.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Falling out can also repair the relationship."
"That's right." Meng Canglan nodded.
Fall out first, and then repair the relationship after the evil sects leave the Eastern Territory.
This can both avoid the evil sects' anger, and avoid the revenge of the martial arts sects and the imperial court.
But this time must be grasped well, which is a test of fire and operation.
In the evening, Chu Zhiyuan walked with his hands behind his back on the main road of Wanghai City, and finally stopped at a small stall, sat down and ordered a bowl of wontons.
His face was pale, and he coughed twice, as if he had not recovered from his serious injuries.
The surrounding people looked at him curiously.
His gorgeous brocade robe and noble aura were out of place with the people sitting around him eating wontons.
Chu Zhiyuan didn't care and slurped it up.
Just at this moment, a faint fragrance approached and sat down opposite him.
Chu Zhiyuan looked up and smiled: "Miss Meng."
Meng Canglan was dressed in a gorgeous silk robe, with a indifferent expression, cupping her fists and said: "Your Highness, please stop."
She waved her hand.
More than a dozen young people with sharp eyes "persuaded" the surrounding people to leave.
Suddenly, a empty place was formed, with only Chu Zhiyuan and Meng Canglan sitting on a small table.
People in the distance looked over curiously, and more and more people watched the excitement.
Chu Zhiyuan raised his sword eyebrows and continued to eat wontons with his head down: "What does it mean to stop?"
"The Eastern Territory is chaotic enough." Meng Canglan said slowly: "Twelve disciples of Nen Sect have already been lost, and if this continues, there will be more losses."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Is it me who has implicated the disciples of your sect in being killed?"
"...——If it weren't for the chaos in the Eastern Territory, the sect would not have lost disciples."
"Heh heh..."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, shook his head and said: "Your sect is weak and can be bullied, so who can you blame? If you had been severely cracking down on the evil sects all along, and erected enough prestige, how dare they kill your disciples?"
"Your Highness!"
"The evil sect demons are also some who bully the weak and fear the strong, look now, do they dare to look for me?"
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled and continued to eat wontons with his head down.
"Your Highness..."
Chu Zhiyuan continued to bury his head in eating wontons.
"...——Your Highness, take care!"
Meng Canglan's face was frosty, and she slowly stood up.
Chu Zhiyuan ate wontons and waved his hand.
Meng Canglan took a deep look at him, turned around and left, walking away gracefully surrounded by more than a dozen Worry-Free Sect experts.
Most people couldn't hear what they were saying.
But some martial arts experts, listening attentively, used all their strength to listen.
Spread their words and contradictions.
