Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

What shocked the surrounding Immortal Sects even more was that Zhao Tingxian was still alive, his cultivation had already reached Tongxuan, and calling his real name could alert him, even striking an Elder from Night Light Pavilion in the Soul Condensing Realm from afar.

Some powerful individuals even suspected that Zhao Tingxian had already crossed into the Immortal Sect, undergoing transformation to ascend to immortality.

Compared to Zhao Tingxian, the existence of Fu Quanliang was no longer so noticeable.

This news was only circulated among a small group of high-level members of the sects, and for a time, everyone within the Great Zhou Territory restrained themselves significantly, with some sects even canceling their established sub-sect locations within the Great Zhou Territory and withdrew their stationed disciples.

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Tianxuan Country, Phantom Spirit Mountain Range.

The Phantom Spirit Sect had thrived here for ten thousand years, and within hundreds of thousands of miles, only two or three could compete with it.

The Phantom Spirit Mountain Range stretched over thirteen thousand miles, suppressing a High Quality Spirit Vein below, which nourished the cultivation of tens of thousands of cultivators in the sect, with spiritual energy as vast as the sea and auspicious radiance filling the skies above.

At the foot of the mountain range lay a giant city spanning nearly a hundred miles, Illusory Spirit City, which served as both the entrance to the mountain range and a pathway connecting the Celestial and Mortal realms.

Even those naturally with Immortal Bone do not necessarily inherit their parents\' talents, and there are still many with ordinary flesh and bones.

These individuals, while different in status from ordinary people by having the blood of cultivators flowing within them, naturally do not return to the mundane world but also lack the qualifications to tread the Immortal Path, so they live within this city.

Compared to ordinary people, their descendants have a much higher chance of producing Immortal Seedlings, and over time, they naturally became a fixed source of new blood for the Immortal Sects.

Within this city, it is a mix of all sorts, cultivators, mortals, and a large number of martial artists.

Not all cultivators are disciples of the Phantom Spirit Sect; many from smaller sects also conduct business here, exchanging resources that are hard to obtain in the outside world.

Most of these martial artists came hoping to try their luck, some even hoping to accidentally enter the realm of a Great Grandmaster.

Of course, within this city, Great Grandmasters are not called Grandmasters but are simply referred to as martial masters, indicating a master on the Martial Path.

Below the martial master, all are known as martial artists.

Though Illusory Spirit City is vast, it is divided in an orderly manner. The city\'s east links to the Phantom Spirit Mountain Range and holds a Spirit Gathering Array, where the spiritual energy is most abundant. This is also where most cultivators and martial masters are active.

Most of those dwelling in the south of the city are family members or dependents of people from the Phantom Spirit Sect. The land here is as precious as gold and has subtly evolved into several major clans that can be regarded as an extension of the power within the Phantom Spirit Sect.

The north of the city hosts numerous taverns, gambling houses, brothels, and Drunken Immortal Pavilion, which is the most free-spirited and uninhibited area in Illusory Spirit City, even featuring services specifically for cultivators.

The west of the city is more akin to the mundane mortal world, a jumble of all walks of life, and is no stranger to petty thieves and underground activities.

The four areas are clearly divided, with each junction guarded by disciples from the Phantom Spirit Sect, who maintain strict surveillance.

Entry and exit require prior reporting and obtaining a token. Those caught crossing boundaries without permission are sent directly to the mines, sentenced to ten years of labor.

The mines, hidden from sunlight, with some passages filled with accumulated poisonous smoke, if one is merely an ordinary flesh and bones individual, whether they can leave alive remains a question mark.

North of the city.

In the noisy corner of a long street, in front of a shop, a long line had formed, varying in ages from teenagers around sixteen or seventeen to the elderly, all men, most wearing masks covering the better part of their faces.

In front of the shop, a few green flags fluttered, bearing lines of conspicuous bold characters.

[Millennium family medical skills, bring the dead back to life.]

[Upholding men\'s dignity!]

[Men shouldn\'t be soft persimmons, if you\'re going to do it, be a real tough guy!]

[The most valuable quality in men—firmness and strength.]

[Be the strong backbone of the family, the firmest support, be a man who stands tall!]

The shop was divided into two sections by a curtain, the outer section was crowded with people, all staring at the curtain with eager eyes.

A few moments later, a middle-aged man in a long robe walked out slowly, with his head held high and a majestic step, moving like a tiger surveying his surroundings, radiating strong confidence all around him.

"Next."

A faint call came from inside.

Upon hearing this, the robust man at the front quickly lifted the curtain and squeezed in.

"Doctor Chu, please work your magic again."

The robust man smiled broadly, "Your needles are the most divine I have ever seen; my body is getting stronger day by day."

Chu Zheng put down his teacup and casually asked, "How many times have you been here?"

"The third time now."

"Hmm, this should be about right, lie down." Chu Zheng nonchalantly pointed to the soft couch beside him, twirling a silver needle between his fingers.

[Lu Sheng (Zeroth Order): Internal yang is weak, blood qi slightly deficient, can be repaired.]

Chu Zheng casually inserted needles into several insignificant acupoints and waited for a moment before opening the repair panel, flicked his fingers lightly, and gradually withdrew the needles:

"All right, two Lower Quality Spirit Stones."

"Thank you, Doctor Chu."

The robust man got off the couch, stretched his limbs, his joy intensifying, repeatedly thanking as he immediately took out the spirit stones and presented them with both hands.

Chu Zheng took them, casually weighing them in his hand, each of these stones representing two Song Families.

The common gold and silver could not circulate in Illusory Spirit City; the city used Spiritual Currency issued by the Phantom Spirit Sect.

A hundred Spiritual Currency could be exchanged for one Lower Quality Spirit Stone at an exchange office set up by the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Chu Zheng did not accept Spiritual Currency, only spirit stones.

A normal martial master, working themselves to exhaustion in the city for a month, would earn merely twenty to thirty Spiritual Currency, and by saving up without eating or drinking, could accumulate only two or three spirit stones a year.

The day he arrived in Illusory Spirit City, Chu Zheng did not rush to enter the Phantom Spirit Sect but told Fu Quanliang to enter the sect first while he waited outside for news.

A month had already passed, and during this long period, not receiving any unusual signals from the Life-link Seal already proved that Fu Quanliang had safely entered the sect without any incidents.

Opening this medical clinic was also inspired by Fu Quanliang.

Previously at Song Family, Fu Quanliang had indulged excessively, and after receiving Chu Zheng\'s treatment, the depleted Yuan Qi in his body had also been replenished.

Once in Illusory Spirit City and after some initial understanding, Chu Zheng set up this medical clinic, hanging out a sign similar to those of male clinics from his previous life, soon making the business booming.

Surrounded by brothels, those who frequented this place were mostly of some status, and not short of Spiritual Currency; those with deficiencies in their bodies were even more so.

Earning spirit stones through the panel was extremely profitable, almost at no cost.

Chu Zheng was careful not to fully heal these people in one go, generally dividing it into two to three sessions.

Those who looked particularly wealthy were even divided into seven or eight sessions, gradually.

Little by little, in just a month, Chu Zheng had already accumulated a considerable amount of wealth, enough to make any cultivator envious.

"Next."

A figure lifted the curtain and walked straight in.

"Long time no see, Doctor Chu."