"Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique!" Zhu Houzhao was stunned. Wasn't this something that only appeared in the fantasy novels he had read in his previous life? It was an arrogant and cool peerless divine technique that could instantly kill nine yin and nine yang. It was invincible.
The Emperor didn't know what Zhu Houzhao was thinking and said to himself,""Originally, I didn't plan to use this martial art. After all, the probability of success is too low. Zhao 'er, in the future, you'll have to face the threat of the Great Song and the Great Sui. There are also small countries like Fusang and Koryo that have strange thoughts. Who knows when you'll encounter a scene like today. Even if he was protecting Sunflower by his side, there would still be times when he missed something. Martial arts, you must cultivate."
" Speaking of which, Zhao 'er, you have a natural temperament and are in line with the key points of this martial art. Perhaps you are fated to learn this martial art." The Emperor smiled." If you can really master this martial art, change your mind, cleanse your marrow, and embark on the path of martial arts, I can rest assured."”
Zhu Houzhao took the Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique and said seriously,""Imperial Father, don't worry. I will definitely master the peerless divine technique. Even if I can't master the Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique, there must be other divine techniques that can change one's body and cleanse one's marrow.”
Zhu Houzhao wasn't bragging. After fusing with the memories of this body, Zhu Houzhao knew that there were three great empires on this continent: Great Sui, Great Song, and Great Ming. Among them, the Great Song valued literature over martial arts and had fewer experts. The Great Sui was founded on martial arts and had the most experts. The Great Ming Dynasty was right in between the two.
The three countries were balanced and balanced. Although Great Sui was strong, they were afraid of Song and Ming, so they didn't dare to start a war.
In addition, there were countless sects in the three empires, and there were countless martial arts manuals. Although there weren't many that could improve one's aptitude, there were still quite a few.
What Zhu Houzhao was certain of were the two scriptures of the Book of Changes and Marrow Cleansing of Shaolin Temple; The Book of Changes, Bone Forging Chapter of the Nine Yin Scripture, the Imperial Advisor of the Great Song Empire. Great Sui Empire's Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon Strategy, Art of Longevity, and Sword Art of Mercy Flight that had been passed down from generation to generation; In the Ming Empire, the Wudang Sect's Taiji Grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng, had created the Taiji Divine Skill. It could improve a martial artist's physical aptitude, widen their meridians, and strengthen their bones.
Of course, the mysteries of these secret manuals were kept secret, and very few people knew about them. Only the practitioners knew whether they could improve their aptitude. Zhu Houzhao was sure because he was a transmigrator, but Emperor Zhu Youtang and the original prince Zhu Houzhao did not know.
If not for this, Emperor Zhu Youtang would have gone to Wudang to ask for the Taiji Divine Skill manual for Zhu Houzhao. No matter how extraordinary Zhang Sanfeng was, he was still a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. The Emperor still had to give him face.
The Emperor didn't know what Zhu Houzhao was planning, but seeing Zhu Houzhao so confident, he felt relieved and said,""Alright, it's getting late today, Zhao 'er, you can stay in the palace! It just so happens that Yun Luo misses you too. Go and accompany her tomorrow morning!”
After saying a few words, Emperor Zhu Youtang's face became even paler. Zhu Houzhao did not want to disturb the Emperor's healing, so he paid his respects and left.
That night, Zhu Houzhao couldn't sleep. After seeing Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, who were at the peak of the world, Zhu Houzhao knew even more clearly how dangerous his future opponent was. His Imperial Uncle, who was as powerful as Ximen Chuixue, or even stronger, was.
Cao Zhengchun was a eunuch, so he was at most the second most to one person. Although Cai Jing had the support of Thirteen Yuan Limits, he was suppressed by Divine Marquis Zhuge and could not make any waves. Only Zhu Bujue was deeply rooted. He was the strongest in the Ming Dynasty, and he was also a relative of the Imperial Family. Once he rebelled, there would definitely be many people supporting him.
He was like a huge mountain above Zhu Houzhao's head that could crush him at any moment.
Zhu Houzhao sat up from his bed and put on his clothes. He drew the Greenfeather Flexible Sword from his waist and closed his eyes.
The scene of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng sparring with each other was once again clear in Zhu Houzhao's eyes. Even the direction and speed of the flow of zhenqi in every inch of his muscles were exactly the same.
That perfect sword, that sword that belonged to an immortal, that extraordinary and shocking sword, seemed to have appeared in front of him again.
Zhu Houzhao drew his sword.
No, it missed!
He struck again!
No, it was still a little off!
He struck again!
No, the moves were not coherent enough!
He struck again!
Something was still not right. His true energy had not caught up!
……
Zhu Houzhao didn't know how many times he had struck out with his sword and how many times he had corrected himself. He only knew that his hand didn't seem to belong to him anymore. His heart had completely sunk into that sword.
Cluck cluck cluck!
At the fifth watch, the rooster crowed, and the dark clouds rolled.
Zhu Houzhao's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
The Green Feather Flexible Sword suddenly straightened. The patterns on the sword rolled like the clouds in the nine heavens, layer upon layer, and changed countless times.
The sword stabbed out once again. Zhu Houzhao seemed to have disappeared from his original spot.
Looking down from above, no, the sword was flat. What looked down from above was the sword intent, the pride of an immortal.
Clang!
Zhu Houzhao kept the Green Feather Flexible Sword at his waist. He returned to his bed and lay down with his head covered. His mind was blank, and he was so tired that he no longer had the time to think about anything.
On the table, the potted orchid that was facing Zhu Houzhao's sword quickly dried up and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before cutting off its body, he had to cut off its heart first. Under extreme fatigue, Zhu Houzhao accidentally touched the sword intent of the Transcendent Flying Immortal. With one sword strike, he cut off the life force of the orchid. Although it did not hurt the orchid at all, its spirit was already dead.
With the thin Genuine Qi of a third-rate martial artist, he could actually make a sword that could cut off his life force. If this scene was discovered by others, even a peerless expert would be shocked.
This sword move was divine and had reached the threshold of sword intent, and sword intent was something that only peerless swordsmen could comprehend. Zhu Houzhao actually…!!!
Of course, the night of sword practice had also exhausted Zhu Houzhao. He had used up all the Genuine Qi he had accumulated over the past ten years. His entire body had turned into a pile of mud, and he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He slept until the sun was high in the sky the next day.
Zhu Houzhao was woken up by a little loli in flowery clothes pinching his nose."Stinky brother, the sun is already high up in the sky, and you're still sleeping in. Quickly get up and play with Yun Luo!”
Zhu Houzhao opened his heavy eyelids, only to see a pink and tender little face appear in front of him. It was his only sister, the 12-year-old Yun Luo Princess.
" Yun Luo, don't make a scene. Brother wants to sleep," Zhu Houzhao struggled.
Yun Luo!
Zhu Houzhao's head suddenly quivered as he stood up straight from the bed. Princess Yunluo, the mermaid's little pearl, and the Heavenly Fragrance Doukou!!!
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