Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"All that I do is to preserve the foundation of Taixuan, if Chu Zheng can survive this ordeal, he will be the sole Saint Heir of Taixuan. After my death, he will take over the position of Taixuan Holy Master,"

"Your entry into the Yuan Aura proves your talent. After entering the Martial Hall, you can aspire to the esteemed position of a Holy Martial Practitioner. In the future, there might be a chance for you two to reunite, and then you may continue where you left off,"

Hearing these words, Song Lingxue fell silent for a long moment before suddenly turning around and walking to the center of the martial arts platform.

"If the Holy Master has no further business, I wish to continue my training,"

She no longer wanted to think about her current situation, as it would only disturb her mind and serve no purpose.

The root of everything was her insufficient strength; if she were strong enough, she could tear the sky above with one palm, bringing her family away from the chaos once and for all.

What she needed now was to cultivate with single-minded focus, to find a way through the Martial Hall when the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects began, and take her whole family away from this world.

At this moment, Song Lingxue could only place her hopes on her exceptional talent that might catch the eye of those in the Martial Hall.

Seeing this, Geng Yiyang did not say more and turned to leave, only to be met with an approaching figure.

"Holy Master,"

The sight of Geng Yiyang made Fu Quanliang\'s heart tense up as he bowed in greeting.

"Hm,"

Geng Yiyang glanced at him, nodded slightly, and in the next instant, his figure merged into the void, vanishing without a trace.

Compared with Chu Zheng, Fu Quanliang\'s character was clearly more discernible, filled with an ambitious drive to maximize his self-improvement, even if lacking in natural talent.

Such kind of people were not rare in this world, and the only point worth noting might be his relatively favorable fate.

For the lowest of the Lower Quality Immortal Bone to become the Chief Disciple of an Inner Sect in a Holy Land was probably an honor only Fu Quanliang could claim since ancient times.

After Geng Yiyang had left, Fu Quanliang finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the edge of the martial arts platform.

Without speaking to Song Lingxue, he left a scroll behind before turning to depart hastily.

Every month or so, he would come by and bring news from the outside world, detailing the recent movements of Chu Zheng.

This was all he could do, as most of his time these days, besides cultivating, was spent taking care of children.

Children no older than eight or nine, at the age when they are most disliked and loathed.

These kids were well-behaved in front of Elders teaching transmission techniques, but as soon as they left the Elders\' sight, they were almost lawless.

Those first admitted were mostly brought by family Elders, commonly descendants of Cultivators, who had mostly lived worry-free lives spoiled by indulgence, naturally making them somewhat unruly.

Clearly, the Elders did not have the patience to deal with this, and most of the children\'s daily care fell to Fu Quanliang, who was almost too busy to keep his feet on the ground.

After Fu Quanliang left, the martial arts platform instantly fell into silence. Song Lingxue stepped forward, took the scroll into her hands, and impatiently unfolded it, her gaze pouring over every word, leaving no detail unnoticed, imprinting every shred of information into her mind.

Seeing Chu Zheng\'s rise in rank after slaying a Pride of the Heavenly Throne Holy Land, her face couldn\'t help but show a hint of joy, but soon after, worry once again filled her eyes.

Thousands of worries, nothing more grueling than concern.

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Between the stretches of the Great Desert, sand dunes undulating, the setting sun like blood.

Dust and sand were lifted by the fierce winds a thousand feet high, grains of sand streaking past the emptiness with a series of heavy howls.

The world was desolate, and as the sun set in the west, temperatures plummeted, chilling to the bone.

Two streaks of fleeing light cut through the long sky, heading westward as if chasing the sun.

Hum—

Suddenly a light humming filled the world, and an Angry River appeared from the void, with scattered sword flowers drifting and falling, like True Dragons dancing, churning among the clouds, fraught with killing intent.

"Who goes there?!"

A thunderous shout exploded, reverberating between heaven and earth. A colossal palm imprint spanning a hundred feet pushed out horizontally, instantly severing the Angry River. In an instant, waves surged tumultuously and spray scattered about, while a fine mist arose in the air, as if heaven was bestowing sweet rain.

Two streaks of light came to a halt due to this, revealing two figures. One of them was close to fifty, with a robust build and short whiskers. His muscles, brimming with explosive power, were perfectly outlined by his tight clothing, clearly displaying his Great Achievement of Body Refinement.

It was he who had acted just now, interrupting the mighty river; now, in the palm of his hand that he had clenched, faint red marks could be seen, from which droplets of blood emerged.

A figure dressed in black stepped out of the void, blocking the way in front of the two men.

"Tai Xu, Chu Zheng."

In a calm voice, Chu Zheng scrutinized the two before him, focusing his gaze on the young cultivator standing behind the robust man, and asked:

"Hidden Dragon List ranking three hundred thirty-seven, from the Jinli Holy Land, Nie Yuan, High-Quality Immortal Bone, cultivation in the mid Soul Condensation Realm, is it you?"

"Chu Zheng, you\'ve got some nerve!"

Nie Yuan had not yet spoken when the Great Cultivator with the Body Refinement\'s Great Achievement erupted in angry shouting, his expression filled with shock and fury, "Do you think you can kill us both with your mid Entry Dao Realm cultivation?"

Before he finished speaking, his Divine Sense already spread out, searching the surroundings. What he was most worried about was that Chu Zheng might not have come alone.

If a killing squad had been drawn here, it would be difficult for him alone to ensure Nie Yuan\'s safety.

Nie Yuan, standing behind him, had a cold expression with killing intent boiling in his eyes. As a true disciple of a Holy Land, being challenged by a brat under twenty, and having to cross a major realm in reverse to strike back, was an immense humiliation.

Looking at the two in front of him, Chu Zheng\'s expression was indifferent, secretly holding a Jade Talisman in the palm of his hand.

The Great Cultivator with the Great Achievement in Body Refinement had reached the Great Perfection of the Soul Condensing Realm, clearly acting as Nie Yuan\'s Protector.

Chu Zheng had a clear understanding of his own strength. Facing someone with the Great Perfection of the Soul Condensing Realm, plus coming from an esteemed cultivating Holy Land, he would definitely not be a match in a frontal confrontation.

Such a level of cultivation was more than enough to compel him to use this Nine Thunder Jade Talisman.

He had obtained this talisman some time ago, and it was undoubtedly the most lethal trump card he possessed at the moment, properly utilized now.

With nobody else around, Nie Yuan looked at Chu Zheng\'s placid face and immediately felt a surge of anger, his eyebrows tilting downwards sharply like the edge of a blade:

"You\'re courting death!"

Before his words fell, he moved to step forward but was stopped.

"Step back!"

The Great Cultivator roared. Without considering his status as a chosen successor, he reprimanded him:

"Now is not the time for your recklessness. The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects will provide plenty of opportunities for you to display your skills. This youngster is tricky, and there\'s no need to take risks."

Having said that, he looked at Chu Zheng, his eyes filled with seriousness, "How did you learn the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance?"

The Sect\'s Secret Art of the Tai Xu Holy Land, a supreme Martial Dao Divine Ability within the Immortal Path, was widely known in the Southern Region.

Since the death of Zhou Zili, Tai Xu and Tai Xu have had irreconcilable vendettas. The source of this Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance was clearly something worth deep reflection.

More importantly, how was Chu Zheng, a practitioner of the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, able to wield this Water Element Immortal Technique?

Chu Zheng did not reply, but instead triggered the Fire God Transformation and the Martial Dao Divine Ability, Xuan Tian Seal, while secretly holding the Jade Talisman.

Observing the Great Cultivator in front of him, a glint flashed in Chu Zheng\'s eyes as he forcefully stimulated the Divine Fire within his body, which instantly tinted heaven and earth in a fierce blaze of red light.

The desert sands were smelted by the Divine Fire into vast stretches of crystals, reflecting a sky full of lustrous, glass-like light amidst the blood-like setting sun, resplendent to the extreme.

After slaying Shen Chuanjiang and leaving the Small World, Chu Zheng had sensed the anomaly, feeling a surge in the Heavenly Fate by his side and his Qi Refinement\'s Cultivation advancing at a rate double than before.

The aid from Heavenly Fate was too significant for him. At this pace, stepping into the late stages of the Jade Bone Realm was almost within reach.

With an additional Superior-Grade Immortal Bone forming at the back of his head, the impact on him was substantial. Not only was he capable of cultivation, but he was also beginning to attempt the practice of the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance.

The Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance was far more straightforward than he had imagined, and he had already made a preliminary entry in just half a month.

Unfortunately, this exquisite sword technique didn\'t quite suit him; grand and open moves relying on profound mana to overpower opponents was the path he wanted to pursue.