Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 280 - 277 Warning

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"Yuan’er, it’s truly..." the Gentle Consort admired as she looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and smiled at the Gentle Consort, "How do you feel, Grandmother?"

The Gentle Consort looked up at the azure sky and sighed, "It feels like a dream!"

She had many times woken from a beautiful dream, where her chronic ailment was cured, allowing her to live well without suffering.

But often upon waking, she found it was just a dream, just a beautiful dream.

The reality was that her body remained weak, still tormented, unable to break free.

This time, she came out without much hope, only wanting to explain a few important matters to her grandson.

Some crucial matters, some secrets, needed to be explained to him clearly, otherwise they would become an obstacle to inheriting the imperial throne.

Being unaware of these secrets could lead to great disasters.

Like the matter of the Second Prince or the Four Great Demon Sects, careful consideration was needed for their handling.

Never did she expect her injury to be cured.

The Emperor had mobilized the entire court, with all the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures of the Four Great Grotto Heavens and Four Great Secret Lands, yet they were powerless.

How could a mere grandmaster have the ability?

Yet the world is indeed strange, and he happened to cure her chronic ailment.

The surprise came so suddenly that it was hard to believe.

Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Grandmother, your body has been ravaged for years and cannot recover at once; a spirit pill is needed."

"That’s easy to handle," the Gentle Consort laughed, "The palace doesn’t lack these; I didn’t expect you to actually..."

She showed a worried expression.

Only a grandmaster of the Fearless Sect could remove the power of the Fearless Realm.

If Chu Zhiyuan removed this power, it might indeed be the power of the Fearless Realm; could it be he had already practiced the mental method of the Fearless Sect?

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "A fortuitous encounter brought me a set of Fearless Great Perfection Handprints, and the Dragon Subduing Scripture can restrain the corrosion of the Fearless Realm power. Rest assured, Grandmother."

"As long as you understand the gravity," the Gentle Consort sighed in relief.

If he truly joined an Evil Sect, the Emperor would surely know.

Since the Emperor hadn’t spoken, it indicates there’s no major issue.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "I was just lucky, and of course, so was Grandmother."

"Luck is important," the Gentle Consort agreed, nodding, "One must have good insight, but luck is also necessary; otherwise, it’s difficult to go far."

The dangers in this world are far more than imagined, many beyond imagination.

Who could have thought a dignified Imperial Concubine would be targeted by a grandmaster of the Evil Sect?

If not for good luck, she would have died beyond further death; without good luck, there wouldn’t be this day of healing.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Grandmother, I want to know about the Four Great Demon Sects."

"Alas..." the Gentle Consort sighed, "Whether they are good or evil, it is all the same to you."

"Destined opponents?"

"If you become Emperor, would you spare those four Secret Lands?" the Gentle Consort asked, "Obtaining those four Secret Lands could help unify the world."

"Indeed a huge temptation," Chu Zhiyuan sighed.

The Gentle Consort said, "Sometimes, position determines choices. Since you are the Princely Heir, you have no choice."

"Destined to be enemies with the Four Great Sects?"

The Gentle Consort nodded lightly, "Yao Yue Palace can be won over, but the other three sects, it is nearly impossible."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "If I get close to the Four Great Sects, would I lose the right to the imperial throne?"

The Gentle Consort considered, lightly frowned, and finally shook her head, "Whoever obtains the imperial throne ultimately relies on the choice of the Emperor’s Sword."

Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn’t determined by the Emperor.

He felt it might not be necessary to swallow the Secret Lands of the Four Great Sects to unify the world.

Military formations were also a point to start from.

The Thunder Spear Formation had its limitations; if truly forming a military array, there were many military formations to choose from.

Mastering a military formation could quickly enhance the strength of the Da Jing army, overwhelming Da Meng and Da Zhen wouldn’t be a problem.

However, doing so might prompt Da Meng and Da Zhen to go all out to kill him.

The Gentle Consort, supremely intelligent, hearing Chu Zhiyuan, knew he had his ideas. She frowned and said, "Yuan’er, in this matter, it’s best not to be soft-hearted."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Grandmother, I feel since the Grand Ancestor made a promise, we descendants should not go against it."

The Gentle Consort’s color changed slightly, "You must never say that to the Emperor."

"Yes," Chu Zhiyuan agreed readily.

The Gentle Consort looked at him complexly, opened her mouth, and finally sighed.

This grandson before her had his own ideas, impossible to dissuade.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Grandmother, don’t worry. I will act cautiously and not behave recklessly."

"Alas..." Seeing him, the Gentle Consort had nothing but helplessness.

So opinionated, indeed troublesome.

But truly imperial material is all like this, others’ words are only for reference and not taken unquestioningly.

"The Four Great Sects have their regulations; they can be considered renowned True Sects, just taking a different path from the Court."

"Yongling Divine Sect’s actions aren’t of a renowned True Sect, are they?" Chu Zhiyuan snorted.

"...That indeed is a foolish act," the Gentle Consort couldn’t refute, "Actually... at their level, human lives to them are merely numbers."

"Overlooking all beings?"

"Pretty much," the Gentle Consort said, "When you become a grandmaster someday, you’ll understand. Standing too high, overlooking the crowd is like watching ants; naturally, one’s mental state changes."

"They see the world as a chess game," Chu Zhiyuan frowned in silence, "All beings as mere chess pieces?"

"Almost so," the Gentle Consort said, "The Yongling Divine Sect acts within limits, merely causing a remote military array to fall, with Li Haoyuan cleaning up the mess to prevent further chaos."

Chu Zhiyuan couldn’t agree with this view.

The Gentle Consort said, "They do place necessary restraints on their disciples, and cannot be viewed as simply an Evil Sect."

Chu Zhiyuan slowly said, "Grandmother, I understand."

"Your relationship with them must be handled carefully, very carefully. The Second Prince is the best lesson. If he hadn’t gotten too close to the Yongling Divine Sect, how would he have ended up like this?"

"...Yes," Chu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

If the Second Uncle hadn’t had someone from the Yongling Divine Sect teach him the Eternal Spirit Secret Scripture, he probably wouldn’t have recovered past life memories or become a Spiritual Son.

He himself must also keep a distance from the Yongling Divine Sect.

"There’s no need to take risks," the Gentle Consort said.

Getting close to the Four Great Sects would indeed be risky.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Rest assured, Grandmother, I understand."

"Hopefully, you truly understand," the Gentle Consort saw through him, realizing he wasn’t listening, wasting her words.

Young people are always like this, only after suffering losses do they regret and change.

She shook her head helplessly, "Alright, Ning Shuang, let’s return to the palace."

Bai Ningshuang came forward to support her, laughing, "Madam, just let him take his chances; we can’t worry about everything."

The Gentle Consort laughed, "That’s true."

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The next morning, when he returned to the Prince Mansion from Chu Zhitian’s manor, he found Huang Cheng waiting.

Chu Zhiyuan immediately smiled.

Huang Cheng walked up with a cheerful smile, offered congratulations, and handed over a First Grade Merit Token.

Chu Zhiyuan didn’t ask much.

He knew it was the Emperor’s reward for curing the Gentle Consort.

"Your Highness, before I came, His Majesty asked me to bring a message, saying Your Highness is progressing too hastily."

"Too hasty? Progressing too quickly?"

"Progressing too quickly is sometimes not a good thing."

"...Please relay to my Imperial Grandfather that I understand," Chu Zhiyuan said slowly, "I’ll reach Grandmaster Perfection first, then take my time to consolidate."

The Emperor seemed anxious, aware of some drawbacks to rapid progress that he hadn’t discovered?

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