"It's good if I can help." Zhao Rongfei smiled and said, "What is the Heir doing?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Instead of passively taking a beating, it's better to take the initiative. They are brewing a big move."
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Zhao Rongfei asked.
The eight flying knives were launched together, each carrying out its own slaughter, as if they didn't need Chu Zhiyuan to control them.
This made him inexplicably worried. Could he be mistaken? After all, they weren't people, but flying knives.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "When I look at these guys, it's like seeing a candle at night, crystal clear."
"Controlling eight flying knives at the same time, won't there be any mishaps?"
"Don't worry." Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "There won't be any mishaps."
Zhao Rongfei said, "I'm afraid that I'm trying to help, but instead I'll be criticized."
Chu Zhiyuan's initiative was likely to cause resentment, appearing as if he was killing the people of Tianjing City within Tianjing City.
If he accidentally killed the wrong person, that would be even more troublesome, and could even lead to disputes between the two dynasties.
Therefore, acting like this was a bit too impulsive and hot-blooded. He should have waited.
Wan Bicheng snorted, "Good riddance! Are they allowed to assassinate, but we're not allowed to kill them proactively?"
"Heir, Heir, I am Zuo Feng. How can these eight flying knives be controlled so lightly?"
A young man couldn't help but ask.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fist and smiled: "One thought transforms into ten thousand thoughts, each not interfering with the other. This may require a little talent."
From his sleeve, another eight flying knives flew out, suspended in the air, and then shot out again.
A total of sixteen flying knives were shot at different people, all accurately piercing the center of their eyebrows and exiting from the back of their heads.
The people around him exclaimed in surprise.
Eight flying knives had already amazed them, but sixteen flying knives made them feel unbelievable.
Su Qiuyan appeared beside Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fist and smiled: "Mr. Su, am I overstepping my bounds?"
Su Qiuyan, dressed in a blue shirt, shook his head gently: "His Majesty ordered me to ask the Heir for help."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "I was still worried that I was being too enthusiastic, and would end up with a bad reputation."
"His Majesty is wise and would not do such a thing. The Heir's flying knives are getting more and more powerful."
"The more demonic members of the Evil Sect I kill, the stronger I become." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Actually, I don't want the flying knives to become so strong."
Su Qiuyan chuckled.
As soon as she appeared, the others fell silent.
They all recognized her identity, Grandmaster Su Qiuyan, the Emperor's confidante.
Either of these two identities made them wary.
Zhao Rongfei said: "Mr. Su, is His Majesty inviting the Fourth Heir to help?"
"Yes, His Majesty is dissatisfied with the Evil Sect's demonic members being so rampant in Tianjing City, and wants to invite the heroes of the world to strike them together."
"His Majesty is wise!"
"Yes, Tianjing City cannot tolerate demonic members being so rampant!"
"I think that not only in Tianjing City, but within our Great Meng, we cannot tolerate demonic members being rampant."
"Even not only in Great Meng, but throughout the world, demonic members should not be allowed to be rampant."
"I think that the Evil Sect's demonic members should not exist under this heaven!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"It is our duty to wipe out the Evil Sect's demonic members!"
"Yes, wipe them out!"
They immediately became indignant and surging with emotion.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Su Qiuyan with a smile.
Su Qiuyan seemed not to have heard their discussion, her eyes swept around.
She was sensing the surroundings, wanting to distinguish the aura of the Evil Sect's demonic members.
Unfortunately, the surroundings were too chaotic, and she couldn't sense the Evil Sect's demonic members, not a single one could she recognize.
But Chu Zhiyuan's flying knives were constantly flying and killing one Evil Sect's demonic member after another.
These flying knives were like shadows, light, swift, and silent, impossible to avoid.
Moreover, they often shot out from strange, unimaginable angles.
She put herself in the position of the Evil Sect's demonic members, imagining encountering such flying knives.
Finally, she came to the conclusion that it was unavoidable.
Such flying knives were almost impossible to avoid, indeed too powerful.
From the east end of the street to the west end, then turning to another street, and then turning again.
Chu Zhiyuan walked through the six most prosperous central streets in one breath, killing more than two thousand Evil Sect's demonic members.
The sheer number of them surprised and angered the young men who followed him.
They never imagined that so many Evil Sect's demonic members were hidden in Tianjing City.
They had expected more than a hundred, two hundred at most, but the result was ten times that.
And these were not all of them.
They had only swept the main roads, and the remaining places had not been swept yet.
They were likely hiding in the corners, not coming to these six main roads.
"The demonic members are too rampant. Has our Tianjing City become an undefended place?"
"Eliminating the Evil Sect is imperative!"
Su Qiuyan remained calm and did not respond, but when Chu Zhiyuan retracted his flying knives and returned to the Sifang Pavilion, she thanked him and then floated away.
Chu Zhiyuan said goodbye to everyone, inviting them to visit the Sifang Pavilion, and then left straight away.
After he returned to the Sifang Pavilion, he went straight back to his small courtyard and sat on the couch.
At this time, the bright moon in his mind was undergoing a strange change.
It was gradually brightening, becoming brighter and brighter, a few points brighter than the rising sun in his mind.
It didn't look like a bright moon, but seemed to have turned into a sun.
He knew that this was the perfection of the Conferred God Realm, and he was about to step into the Transformation Realm.
When the bright moon was dazzling to the extreme, and he himself was about to be unable to bear it, it suddenly dimmed.
A beam of light shot out from the bright moon, shooting towards that distant, hazy ball of light.
As if that ball of light in the endless distance of the void in his mind was instantly hit by the beam of light.
The beam of light disappeared, as if all the brilliance had been injected into that hazy ball of light.
The hazy light brightened for a moment, and a wisp of light fell down, connecting with the bright moon.
In the next moment, he felt that the world had suddenly become different.
The bright moon rose up, leaving the void in his mind and appearing above his head.
He suddenly felt himself become light, connected with the heaven and earth.
It was like diving naked into the sea, light and weightless.
The bright moon continued to rise, rising to a height of one zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang.
He felt that he had also risen to a hundred zhang high. Looking around, the heaven and earth were magnificent, releasing all kinds of light.
He suddenly understood what Transformation was.
The original Knife God was only the purity and condensation of knife intent, but now the Knife God had been integrated into the soul.
Integrating into the soul meant completely coming alive, turning into a part of oneself, and already having perception.
A flying knife drilled out of his sleeve and appeared above his head.
In the next moment, the flying knife shot out, flying forward, flying out of the Sifang Pavilion, flying out of Tianjing City, and continuing to fly outwards.
The power on the knife was being consumed.
But while it was being consumed, it was absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, replenishing the consumption.
This was the Heavenly Yuan Art and the Earthly Yuan Art.
There was a small bright moon inside the flying knife.
It caused the energy of heaven and earth to continuously pour into the flying knife, supporting the flying knife to continue forward.
It finally stopped after flying a hundred miles and stuck into the branch of a pine tree.
Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, his eyes flowing with clear light, revealing a smile.
He had two perspectives.
One was the perspective here, and the other was the perspective of that flying knife.
It was as if he had split into two, becoming two of himself.
This was Transformation.
