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While practicing the Dragon Transformation Technique, he lamented.
It’s such a pity that this Wind-Riding Pill can only be used once.
If it could be consumed continuously, breaking limits repeatedly, to what level could the Dragon Transformation Technique be advanced?
Aside from everything else, just the Bone Refining stage, if pushed further, what would happen to the bones?
Would they become harder and lighter?
He switched the Dragon Transformation Technique from refining the film to refining the bones, driven by the Flying Dragon Ball, operating quickly.
Even without absorbing the external dragon bone aura, just the golden glow transformed from the aura of the Dragon Transformation Technique was rapidly changing the bones.
The patterns on the purple-gold bones gradually increased.
Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.
Is this the transformation?
These patterns could attract some peculiar power from the heavens and earth, gradually altering the bones, and the bones might even directly harness the strange force of the universe.
Suddenly, he was filled with anticipation.
If he could fly, truly becoming like a flying dragon, soaring freely, how wonderful would that be?
There were too many swordsmanship techniques in his mind, and he couldn’t sort them out for the moment.
Even though he had many thoughts, he still found it challenging.
He didn’t rush, letting them slowly consolidate in his mind.
On the second morning, appearing before Chu Qingfeng in the dawn light, made him pause in doubt and look at him.
After clarifying the reason, Chu Qingfeng’s expression turned sullen.
“Uncle, that Gu Great Grandmaster’s face is really thick!” Chu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but say, “It really makes it hard for me to be respectful.”
“He’s just like that!” Chu Qingfeng snorted, “He’s insatiable!… No need to pay attention to him.”
“But he’s a Great Grandmaster; you still have to give him some face.” Chu Zhiyuan said, “Besides, it wasn’t the strongest swordsmanship I comprehended.”
Chu Qingfeng furrowed his brow: “Did you comprehend two sets of swordsmanship?”
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, “There are several sets, … demonstrating one that wasn’t the strongest, but it should still satisfy him.”
“You rascal!” Chu Qingfeng smiled.
Gu Qingshan loves to take advantage, while Chu Zhiyuan is not one to suffer losses; when they get together, they’re quite evenly matched.
Now it seems they’re perfectly balanced.
“Uncle, he won’t renege on the deal, will he?” Chu Zhiyuan asked.
Chu Qingfeng laughed, “Not to that extent, he does take advantage, but when something is agreed upon, he sticks to it.”
Chu Zhiyuan said, “What about that favor?”
“He will keep his promise.
What are you planning to ask him to do?”
“To comprehend the Sword Stele once more.”
“…No wonder it’s you!” Chu Qingfeng chuckled.
He felt quite satisfied.
Normally, Gu Qingshan who likes to take advantage, hit a snag this time.
“Uncle, please advise me.” Chu Zhiyuan said, “These few sets of swordsmanship are quite exquisite.”
“Hmm, let me take a look.” Chu Qingfeng agreed.
Chu Zhiyuan then demonstrated four sets of swordsmanship.
The broad perspective and deep understanding of martial arts of a Great Grandmaster far surpassed his own, and it was immensely beneficial to have the opportunity to see it.
As the two were studying, Chu Mingxuan and the others arrived.
They didn’t know that Chu Zhiyuan went to comprehend the Sword Stele, and Chu Zhiyuan wouldn’t casually mention it to prevent everyone from resenting Chu Qingfeng’s favoritism.
It’s human nature to worry about inequality rather than scarcity.
The White Cloud Sword Palace is one of the Four Great Sects and has a close relationship with the Court; many disciples serve in the Military Suppression Department.
Yet the White Cloud Sword Palace still maintains enough independence, keeping sufficient distance from the Court; their martial arts are not shared and are actually very isolated.
The White Cloud Sword Palace doesn’t accept disciples from the Imperial Family, royal relatives, or even court officials; they only recruit commoners.
Among the Imperial Family members, only Chu Zhiyuan, to his knowledge, had the opportunity to comprehend the Sword Stele.
On his way back to the Prince Mansion for lunch at noon, he ran into Huang Shiron.
Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu, still clad in white like snow, followed behind her.
Huang Shiron had become a Grandmaster, yet nothing seemed to have changed; she was still diligently patrolling the streets, avoiding mistakes.
When she saw him, she floated over to greet him, and Wen Qianqian carried a purple sandalwood box effortlessly.
Chu Zhiyuan directly perceived that inside were fifty pieces of Dragon Fat Fragrance, and he smiled.
“Princely Heir, a gift from Elder Gu,” Huang Shiron extended her hand.
Wen Qianqian handed the purple sandalwood box to Zou Fang.
Huang Shiron chuckled lightly, “Impressive.”
Chu Zhiyuan sighed, “This time, I’ve given Elder Gu a great advantage.
Thinking back, my heart aches, it aches even more the more I think.”
Huang Shiron glanced sideways at him, “Elder Gu is not here.”
She obviously saw through Chu Zhiyuan’s exaggeration and performance.
Moreover, in case of a disadvantageous situation, even a Great Grandmaster couldn’t force him.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu.
“They won’t speak randomly.”
“In any case, Elder Gu got a great advantage this time.” Chu Zhiyuan sighed, “Next time, no matter what, I won’t listen to Elder Gu’s coaxing.”
“Next time?” Huang Shiron was startled.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, “When I become a Great Grandmaster, I will comprehend it once more to see what kind of swordsmanship I can extract.”
“…I’ll inform Elder Gu.”
“Not just yet,” Chu Zhiyuan laughed, “lest Elder Gu plays some trick.”
“Elder Gu won’t do that,” Huang Shiron said.
Chu Zhiyuan said, “Can’t be too careful.”
“…Alright then.” Huang Shiron smiled, “I’ll pretend I heard nothing, know nothing.”
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu.
Huang Shiron said, “Ladies, pretend you’ve heard nothing either.”
“Yes.” The two girls answered crisply.
They were extremely curious about Chu Zhiyuan’s insight into the White Cloud Sword Stele.
It was the first time an outsider had been allowed to comprehend the White Cloud Sword Stele.
They were also curious about what kind of swordsmanship had been comprehended.
Chu Zhiyuan, guessing their thoughts, smiled, “I’ve already demonstrated the swordsmanship I comprehended for Elder Gu; you can go learn it if you’d like.”
“Okay.” The two girls nodded seriously.
They indeed wanted to see how impressive Chu Zhiyuan’s comprehended swordsmanship was and to understand just how much his insight surpassed their own.
Their admired Huang Shiron held Chu Zhiyuan in high esteem, often saying his insight was exceedingly high, far superior to her own.
They were half-incredulous.
Thinking that most of it was likely Huang Shiron’s humility; his insight was impressive, but not exaggeratedly so.
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists and bid farewell.
Huang Shiron pondered for a moment, then softly spoke: “Princely Heir, I’ve obtained a sword manual.”
Chu Zhiyuan was startled.
Huang Shiron said, “I wish to ask the Princely Heir for some assistance in studying it.”
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, “Why ask me?”
Shouldn’t such things be asked of fellow disciples?
He could sense ever since comprehending the White Cloud Sword Stele, Huang Shiron’s attitude toward him had noticeably changed.
She had become closer.
At first glance, Huang Shiron seemed elegant like a chrysanthemum, as though easy-going, but in fact, she remained distant and maintained a sufficient space from everyone.
She was the same with him.
Now, it felt as though the gap had significantly closed.
“Is the Princely Heir willing to help?” Huang Shiron asked with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan said, “When should we study it?”
“This evening after work, let’s find a restaurant, shall we?”
“Just come to my new residence.”
“…A restaurant would be better, how about the Bright Moon Tower?”
“Sure.” Chu Zhiyuan chuckled.
Indeed worthy of being Huang Shiron, always mindful of propriety, keeping the distance well.
After Chu Zhiyuan left, Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu kept looking at Huang Shiron.
Huang Shiron, feeling her face heat up under their gaze, grumbled, “Keep staring and I’ll let you patrol on your own.
“We won’t look anymore!” Wen Qianqian quickly pleaded, grabbing her arm, “Senior Sister, are you really going to let him see that secret manual?”
“Why not?” Huang Shiron said, “He was allowed to comprehend the Sword Stele.”
Allowing him to comprehend the Stele was partly due to the favor owed by Gu Qingshan, but more importantly, it was indicative of the White Cloud Sword Palace’s acceptance of Chu Zhiyuan.
Without accepting Chu Zhiyuan, no matter the favor owed by a Great Grandmaster, they wouldn’t have let him comprehend the White Cloud Sword Stele.
“…True.” They thought about it and found no issues.
The elders and the Palace Master in the sect held the Princely Heir in such high regard, so it seemed appropriate for them as disciples to be a bit closer to him.
Xu Mengyu softly asked, “Senior Sister, why does the sect do this?”
“What do you think?” Huang Shiron asked.
Xu Mengyu glanced around, shook her head, and said nothing.
Huang Shiron smiled, “Alright, we’ll discuss it another time.”