Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1139 - 1135: Suppression

The setting sun made the entire valley feel lazy.

After a busy day, they each returned to their own courtyards, and the attendants had already brought the meals from the dining hall.

Just as they were having their meal, Chu Zhiyuan and other experts silently slipped into the valley, as silently as flowing water.

They moved within the shadows cast by the setting sun, silently.

Hiding their breath, moving lightly, silently.

Before entering the valley, Chu Zhiyuan had already drawn a clear map of the buildings inside the valley.

Zhou Chongming and others assigned each expert their respective responsibilities according to the buildings and their uses, each to their own tasks.

Upon reaching the valley, hundreds of experts suddenly split into dozens of groups, quietly dispersing.

Some came to the nine statues.

Some went to dismantle the mechanisms inside the valley.

Some went to eliminate experts at various places inside the valley.

This last group of experts dispersed, each responsible for a small courtyard.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu flitted through the shadows under the corners of the walls, passing by one courtyard after another.

They finally arrived in front of a courtyard, and a flying knife darted into the courtyard.

The owner of the house was sipping tea in a small pavilion under the sunset, resting comfortably.

The flying knife quietly approached along the wall, moved through the flower beds, entered the shadow of the pavilion, and then slid into the pavilion.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the pavilion, leisurely sipping his tea.

He occasionally glanced at the evening glow with a calm and indifferent expression.

The flying knife silently climbed up along the pillar, like a snake, suddenly boring into the back of his head and emerging from his brow.

It darted out of the pavilion, trembled violently in the sunset, flinging off the red and white stains, returning to its pristine state.

Then it lightly leaped over the wall and into the shadow beneath the wall of the adjacent courtyard.

It silently slipped into the inner courtyard’s shadow, silently passed through the open window into the house, glided along the wall, and slid under the bed.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the bed.

This middle-aged man had a solemn expression, with a sense of heaviness between his brows, at a critical point in his cultivation practice.

The flying knife suddenly shot upwards, soaring directly through this middle-aged man, entering from the perineum, exiting from the Bai Hui acupoint, and twisting when it reached the roof beam, shooting out of the window.

It trembled in the air, shaking off the red and white stains, twisted and plunged into the water tank beside the house.

It churned the water into a torrent in the tank, then emerged from the tank, darted out of the courtyard, and landed in Chu Zhiyuan’s sleeve.

Lu Xiaolu caught sight of its shadow, glanced at it.

"These two have been dealt with," Chu Zhiyuan nodded gently.

The experts from these two courtyards were their assigned targets, now resolved.

Lu Xiaolu floated inside lightly, then came out, smiling sweetly at Chu Zhiyuan, transmitting through sound: "They’re completely dead, that was fast; where do we go next?"

"Let’s go to the statues," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Lu Xiaolu said: "Is it really so dangerous over there?"

Chu Zhiyuan solemnly nodded.

"Ah—!"

A scream suddenly shattered the tranquility.

Then came cries of "enemy attack," "someone’s breached," "courting death," and other furious roars.

The entire valley suddenly boiled over.

The subsequent roars and screams made the valley tragic.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Lu Xiaolu also sighed helplessly.

They had foreseen this outcome, an inevitable situation.

Many experts from the Four Sects were stronger than Chu Zhiyuan’s realm.

But in terms of stealthy assassinations, they truly couldn’t surpass the Demon Suppressing Saber.

They couldn’t achieve the silent killing of the Demon Suppressing Saber.

When tasks were being assigned, Chu Zhiyuan had thought to take action first or assign more experts.

But was firmly opposed; Qi Qingmei and Zhou Chongming had no objections, but Chen Chengzhi and Jing Qianxing absolutely opposed.

The matter of Feixue Cave Mansion had already burdened Chu Zhiyuan too much; if such minor matters still troubled him, wouldn’t that portray the Four Sects’ experts as too incompetent?

Qi Qingmei and Zhou Chongming also didn’t insist, and Chu Zhiyuan had no choice but to acquiesce.

As expected, they still couldn’t silently resolve those experts.

Once the silence was broken, the entire defense system would activate.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu suddenly accelerated.

As they glided past courtyards, Chu Zhiyuan’s ten flying knives were already released, boring into every Myriad Blood Sect expert’s body.

These experts were being pursued by the Four Sects’ experts, fiercely fighting, it was difficult to guard against flying knives.

Upon reaching the largest statue, the flying knives had already eliminated over forty Myriad Blood Sect experts.

Thus reducing the pressure on the Four Sects’ experts, allowing them to assist their companions, drastically tilting the situation.

When Chu Zhiyuan arrived before the largest statue, twenty experts were battling fiercely.

Eight Four Sects’ experts were fiercely engaged with twelve Myriad Blood Sect experts, Qi Qingmei was among them.

As the strongest in combat power among the Four Sects’ experts, she moved as lightly as a shadow, her true appearance unseen, with only a faint thread of sword light, elusive and ethereal.

The twelve Myriad Blood Sect experts were repeatedly struck by swords.

With profound cultivation, they could seal their blood from spilling and stabilize their injuries.

Protecting their vitals, four formed a group with backs against one another, resisting the attacks.

Facing eight attackers, the twelve experts actually became the besieged.

Two flying knives suddenly darted in, precisely piercing one Myriad Blood Sect expert in the eye, and another in the throat.

The flying knives were silent, light and swift, arriving precisely as they strained to avoid striking vitals and had no strength to change their moves.

They couldn’t even sense the approach of the flying knives, and when they reached their bodies, it was too late to respond.

Even their bodies had reached the limit, could only helplessly bear the blow. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The flying knives sparked with golden light, breaking through their protective Gang Qi.

One flying knife, after penetrating the eye socket, stirred within the head before coming out through the back of the head.

The utmost hardness of the skull appeared as soft as tofu before the flying knife.

The other flying knife, after penetrating the throat, continued downwards, directly piercing the heart.

A crisp "pop" sounded, the heart exploded, and then the flying knife shot out.

The two middle-aged experts halted abruptly, their bodies stiffening before slowly toppling.

Their four-person back-to-back formation was instantly broken, turning into groups of three.

Another two flying knives had already penetrated another middle-aged expert’s body.

The two knives arrived simultaneously, this middle-aged man also had to face the sudden attack of Qi Qingmei, managed to dodge one knife, but not the other.

With a flash of golden light, the flying knife pierced his right shoulder.

He let out a cold sneer.

He paid no heed to this kind of injury, but his expression immediately changed.

The blood he could easily seal began to gush out.

Simultaneously, several wounds erupted with blood.

His body suddenly became weak and helpless.

The flying knife seemed to carry a deadly poison, spreading instantly, causing him to lose control over his own blood energy.

His power diminished by sixty to seventy percent, making it impossible to dodge the shadowy sword light.

Instantly gaining several new wounds, he turned into a blood gourd.

A flying knife silently darted from the ground, piercing his Yongquan; caught off guard, his form stalled.

Thus he couldn’t avoid the sword light sweeping across his throat, causing a head to roll.

The sword light’s wielder, Qi Qingmei, did not pause, attacking another middle-aged man.

Standing at a distance, Chu Zhiyuan did not advance; in these encounters with Eighth and Ninth Transitions Venerables, it was best to keep distance, attacking from afar was optimal.

Especially with the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree’s aura on the Glazed Glass Blade suppressing their evil skills.

Capable of breaking their Protective Gang Qi, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Flying knives rampaged through the valley.

As long as touched by the golden light on the knives, these Myriad Blood Sect experts found their evil skills’ might considerably diminished.