Chapter 14: The Five Great Cultivators of the World (1)

Chapter Five: The Five Cultivators of the World

“Uh, Your Highness? What do you mean by this?” Huo Guang immediately looked at Yan Chuan with a hint of curiosity.

Yan Chuan gave a faint smile. “I feel like eating snake.”

“What?” Huo Guang’s expression changed at once.

“What, you don’t dare?” Yan Chuan said mildly.

“It’s not that, it’s just…” Huo Guang was at a loss for words.

Snake? This was no ordinary snake, but a demonic beast—a powerful existence that had refined its essence. Rumor had it that this demonic serpent could exhale a single breath of poisonous mist and instantly kill over a hundred experts. Moreover…

Suddenly, Huo Guang noticed Yan Chuan’s gaze. At that moment, Yan Chuan was scrutinizing him.

Huo Guang’s heart tightened, as if he had realized something. He took a deep breath and declared, “As Your Highness commands, I would face death without hesitation!”

Only then did a trace of satisfaction appear in Yan Chuan’s eyes.

To rule a nation, it was not enough for the emperor alone to be formidable; he also needed a court of exceptional talent to secure the realm.

Huo Guang was only in his thirties. In Yan Chuan’s eyes, he was still quite young.

However, Huo Guang possessed qualities that Yan Chuan admired.

Loyalty and righteousness—otherwise he would not have sworn to defend the bamboo lodge to the death.

Courage—as evidenced by his ability to subdue the black-armored commander of equal cultivation. Not only did he suppress his peer, but he fought seven at once.

Charisma—without a powerful presence, the Silver-armored Army would not have been willing to follow Huo Guang to their deaths. This was the mark of a formidable general.

What Huo Guang still lacked were means, unshakable confidence, and a broader vision beyond that of ordinary men.

But these shortcomings were of no consequence. As long as Huo Guang was willing to learn, Yan Chuan would not hesitate to guide him.

After all, for the founding of his future kingdom, Yan Chuan would need all kinds of capable people.

With a gentle smile, Yan Chuan said, “It’s only a ‘Refined Realm’ demonic beast. Once I’ve digested my meal, I’ll go up the mountain with you to survey the terrain.”

“Yes!” Huo Guang replied respectfully.

Huo Guang and the middle-aged eunuch went to eat first, while Yan Chuan practiced his boxing alone in the courtyard before the bamboo lodge.

Yan Chuan’s movements were slow; he was practicing a boxing form he had created in his previous life, called ‘Heavenly Dragon Strength’—the most fundamental method of cultivating strength. Perfected, it would grant the power of a Celestial Dragon, vast and inexhaustible.

With every punch, a faint sound of the air being torn could be heard.

Having just eaten a large amount of meat, he quickly consumed his strength during the practice, but likewise, his energy rapidly increased.

After completing the set of ‘Heavenly Dragon Strength,’ Yan Chuan was drenched in sweat. By then, Liu Jin had returned with him.

Seeing Yan Chuan practicing, Liu Jin was puzzled, for he had never seen Yan Chuan perform this boxing set before.

“Go and prepare hot water for His Highness to bathe and change,” Liu Jin ordered a servant sternly.

“Yes!” The servant quickly withdrew.

Huo Guang, at the sixth level of the Strength Realm, watched with eyes that flashed again and again. Though Yan Chuan’s movements were so slow that anyone could imitate them, Huo Guang understood that none could truly master them. He sensed that, guided by Yan Chuan’s fists, the air around them flowed in harmony with his movements—this was true intent in boxing, impossible to replicate.

Among all the people Huo Guang had met, none possessed a more profound boxing intent than His Highness. Was His Highness truly only at the third level of the Strength Realm?

With the final punch, a gentle breeze seemed to rise, sending bamboo leaves fluttering nearby. Only then did Yan Chuan slowly conclude his practice.

“Your Highness, was this technique taught to you by the late Emperor before you turned ten?” Liu Jin asked in surprise.

“I just happened to recall some old skills,” Yan Chuan replied ambiguously.