Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 119: Chapter 117: Stick in the Mud

When the graceful silhouettes of the two women disappeared into the crowd, Chu Mingxuan turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan and said with emotion, "Truly a Grandmaster now, a Grandmaster at the age of twenty-three. This time, Huang Shiron is going to be famous all over the world."

Chu Zhitian looked longingly: "Yes, famous all over the world."

He had long lost interest in military achievements, only dreaming of one day breaking through to Grandmaster early like Huang Shiron, or becoming a Great Grandmaster, so that everyone in the world would know his name.

"Hurry along, get to Grandmaster soon, fourth!" Chu Mingxuan said.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Eighteenth Uncle, for Da Jing to have a Grandmaster at the age of twenty-three shows our national fortune is prosperous, greatly boosting morale among the people, it is truly a good thing."

"It’s a good thing indeed, but if it were you, it would be even better!" Chu Mingxuan said.

Chu Zhiyao said, "Eighteenth Uncle, being too eager for quick success is bad, cultivation should be steady and solid, can’t think too much."

Chu Mingxuan gave him a sidelong glance: "If you stopped going to Duke Kang Mansion so often, saw Kang Family’s third miss a few times less, you wouldn’t have only this level of cultivation now!"

"Eighteenth Uncle!" Chu Zhiyao was displeased.

"This is not steady cultivation!" Chu Mingxuan said irritably, "Remember, women are the biggest disturbance in cultivation!"

"Eighteenth Uncle! You can’t generalize like that!" Chu Zhiyao firmly disagreed.

Harmonious Yin and Yang is the best state of cultivation, practicing by the side of Kang Third Miss, efficiency is exceptionally high, mind is exceptionally clear.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped in to mediate at this moment, changing the subject: "Eighteenth Uncle, Third Brother, let’s part ways here."

Everyone stopped.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, looking at Chu Zhiyao.

Chu Zhiyao said, "Fourth Brother, what’s wrong?"

Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Third Brother, I need to give you a heads-up."

"A heads-up about what?"

"Since Duke Kang is so inconsiderate and doesn’t properly educate his son, I will have to make a move."

Chu Zhitian and Chu Zhichuan looked over sharply.

Chu Mingxuan clapped and laughed, "Just do it! Give him a good lesson, see what Duke Kang has to say about that!"

"...Just don’t kill him, give him a good thrashing!" Chu Zhiyao gritted his teeth.

"Not going to kill anyone," Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand, "I can control my strength, wasn’t Duke Kang saying he can’t get out of bed? Let’s make sure he really can’t get out of bed."

"Right, just make him bedridden!" Chu Mingxuan said.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "At least for a few days."

"A few days? Too lenient!" Chu Mingxuan was dissatisfied.

"Eighteenth Uncle, a few days is the limit," Chu Zhiyuan said, "Can’t cripple him."

Duke Kang Mansion surely has spiritual medicine, no matter how heavy the injury, it won’t last long, a Spirit Pill will quickly heal him.

Chu Mingxuan snorted, "If it were me, I’d cripple him outright, see if that old Duke Kang dares to do anything!"

Duke Kang is influential in the military, but so what, I’m under the command of Tenth Brother, Duke Kang’s subordinates wouldn’t dare trouble me even if dissatisfied.

If Duke Kang really dared to deal with this Prince, Father wouldn’t spare him!

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, "After all, it’s not a big deal, crippling him isn’t necessary, just a heads-up to Third Brother to avoid putting him in a tough spot."

"No trouble at all!" Chu Zhiyao said, "I’ve long wanted to tidy him up, you do it, I’ll enjoy watching."

"As long as Third Brother isn’t troubled," Chu Zhiyuan nodded, "If Song Tianhai doesn’t want to get beaten, then he should compensate."

"Hmm—!" The four were stunned.

"Dragon Blood Pearl," Chu Zhiyuan said, "Fifth Grade Merit can exchange for Dragon Blood Pearl at the Heavenly Treasure Department, just... three of them."

With two more, Marrow Refining would be almost perfected, three would be more secure, having some surplus.

The four widened their eyes.

"Fourth, did I hear wrong?" Chu Mingxuan asked.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "No choice, family assets are too meager, poor and short-sighted."

"You’re using Dragon Blood Pearl for your cultivation?"

"I’m practicing the Dragon Transformation Technique of the Dragon Subduing Sect, it needs them, Eighteenth Uncle, do you have any?"

"Really don’t," Chu Mingxuan said helplessly, "Even if I had Fifth Grade Merit, I wouldn’t trade for it, which Spirit Pill isn’t stronger?"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Chu Zhiyao, "That’s it, let’s see what Duke Kang chooses."

"Fourth Brother, you this..." Chu Zhiyao smiled wryly, "All right, I’ll go ventilate to Duke Kang."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I really want to teach Song Tianhai a lesson, but for the sake of saving face on both sides, with three Dragon Blood Pearls, I’ll swallow this anger."

"Fine, fine." Chu Zhiyao smiled bitterly repeatedly.

Chu Zhitian and Chu Zhichuan blinked, their expressions peculiar.

They looked again and again at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Ninth Brother, Tenth Brother, what’s up?"

"...Fourth Brother, just three Dragon Blood Pearls is too cheap for Song Tianhai, I say, ten!" Chu Zhitian said fiercely.

Suddenly found it amusing.

Fourth Brother is extorting Duke Kang, huh.

"Ten?" Chu Zhiyuan said, "Ten, Duke Kang might grit his teeth and abandon Song Tianhai, let me beat him up as much as I like."

"Haha..." Chu Mingxuan and the others couldn’t help but laugh.

Chu Zhiyuan looked towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

If Duke Kang doesn’t come up with these three Dragon Blood Pearls, I wonder if the Emperor would give them to me, to prevent me from embarrassing the Imperial Family.

——

"Princely Heir, that guy hasn’t left the mansion."

Chu Zhiyuan sat behind the study desk, holding a Miao Ling Pearl in one hand, a Dragon Blood Pearl in the other, listening to Liang Guanjie’s report.

The midday sunshine shone through the window, illuminating his face, his eyes glistening like morning stars.

"Really bedridden?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

Liang Guanjie curled his lips, "Alive and kicking, just placed under strict house arrest, can’t go out."

"House arrest..." Chu Zhiyuan pondered.

Duke Kang is indeed a man of military tactics.

Clearly anticipated that I would make a move on Song Tianhai, avoided the risk in advance.

Liang Guanjie watched eagerly.

He also knew what Song Tianhai had done, eager to handle Song Tianhai, so he was very diligent in the tracking task.

Not only tracked, but also used various methods to inquire about Duke Kang Mansion’s news, spent quite a bit of silver, yet it was sweet to him.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, "Go to Zou Fang for a hundred taels of silver, find someone clever at Duke Kang Mansion, get familiar with them, to know Song Tianhai’s whereabouts in a timely manner."

"Princely Heir, are you planning to deal with him?"

"Do you think he can leave the mansion?"

"Isn’t he under house arrest?"

"Would he sneak out?"

"...He would." Liang Guanjie nodded vigorously, "Duke Kang manages the army strictly, but not the household, can’t control Song Tianhai."

"Then that’s good." Chu Zhiyuan said, "Get someone clever, don’t let Duke Kang find out."

"Yes!" Liang Guanjie clasped his fist hard and withdrew.

Chu Zhiyuan noticed Zou Fang’s hesitance, glanced at him, "Speak up if you have something to say!"

"Princely Heir, Duke Kang and Duke Shou, and Duke Hui are in communication, supporting each other, if offended too deeply, I’m afraid the other two duke mansions would also secretly make trouble."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Tomorrow afternoon, go to Duke An Mansion, we’ve been engaged for so long, can’t never move around."

"Yes, then I will send the post." Zou Fang quickly responded.

The Eight Dukes’ Mansions are not united, divided into three groups; Duke Kang with Duke Shou and Duke Hui, Duke An with Duke Ren and Duke Yi, the remaining Duke Li and Duke Xin.

The Princely Heir does indeed need to visit Duke An Mansion to walk around.