Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Chu Zheng really is a man of great sentiment to be willing to go to such lengths for his wife,"

Yu Ning's eyes flickered slightly, and with a gentle sigh she said, "I had always thought that those who tread the Immortal Path were often heartless and faithless, but to encounter such a love is truly rare and unexpected."

"After all, he's just a kid in his twenties. Who can predict what he'll become in a thousand years?"

Xie Xingzhong shook his head slightly, his expression somewhat complicated, "The paths of Immortal Martial Arts are distinct, and the efforts he's expending are destined to be in vain."

For a cultivator, placing such importance on love and affection is indeed a difficult way to achieve longevity.

"That may not necessarily be the case."

Yu Ning's thoughts were clearly different from Xie Xingzhong's:

"The Root Bone of Song Lingxue is indeed excellent, and although her aptitude is yet to be seen, with careful cultivation, she should have the opportunity to become a Great Saint in the future, if..."

A Great Saint of Martial Path is already on par with an Immortal King of the Immortal Path, standing at the very peak of the universe. At that level, a strong person seeking to act is no longer bound by as many constraints.

"Even if she one day truly becomes a Great Saint, who knows what era that will be. Will she still remember these short more than ten years?"

Xie Xingzhong let out a long sigh, "The cultivators from Cangyun Realm cannot integrate the true blood of Immortal Descendants; at most they become True Immortals. It's likely that these two will have no chance to meet again in the future..."

At this point, he stopped speaking.

Although the Immortal Alliance and Martial Hall appear peaceful at present, after all, their paths are different and don't conspire together.

If Song Lingxue truly joins the Martial Hall, seeing each other again in the future might be on the battlefield of the Taoist Orthodoxy dispute, a true twist of fate.

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Time flies, and ten days later, Xie Xingzhong brought Yu Ning for another visit.

It took Chu Zheng two days and two blood baths to fully heal Xie Xingzhong.

Two days of bleeding left Chu Zheng's Essence Blood nearly drained and his Yuan Qi significantly damaged, his eyes devoid of Spiritual Light, his face pale as Gold Paper, and his form considerably weakened.

The moment Xie Xingzhong's injuries were fully healed, his Qi and blood surged to the skies, causing a wonder between heaven and earth, as he stepped into the realm of Martial Half-Saint.

"Many thanks, Daoist Chu! Today's great favor will be deeply appreciated within my five inner aspects. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will surely offer a generous recompense!"

Xie Xingzhong, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, performed a great bow in gratitude.

Reaching the realm of Semi-Saint is akin to touching the edge of Martial Saint, a completely different significance.

"This is the result of Daoist Xie's long accumulation and timely breakthrough, I merely did a favor by giving you a push along the water,"

Chu Zheng leaned against the hall wall, smiling as he spoke, his cheeks void of blood, his chest opened up, revealing the menacing wound and the slowly pulsating heart within.

He had never felt as weak as he did at this moment, just one step away from Ghost Gate Pass.

Without such an enormous price, it wouldn't be convincing enough.

Xie Xingzhong restrained his Qi and blood, quickly came before Chu Zheng, and fed him a Spirit Pill that nourished Qi and blood. With a solemn expression, he made a promise:

"Daoist Chu, rest assured and heal in seclusion. As long as I, Xie Xingzhong, am breathing, I will surely protect Daoist Song and fulfill the trust placed in me."

"You have my thanks."

As the medicine gradually took effect, Chu Zheng's complexion improved slightly. After tidying up, he stepped out of the grand hall.

Yu Ning stood outside the hall and greeted the two as they emerged. After taking a good look at Chu Zheng, her brow furrowed slightly.

Those of the Martial Path are the most sensitive to the flow of Qi and blood; Chu Zheng's state was close to death, and even with life-extending Spirit Pills and unparalleled medicines, it would take several years to fully recover.

"Daoist Chu, you should focus on healing in seclusion. We will head to Biluo Country first. After the Great Tournament is over, we will come to fetch Miss Song before we leave."

Yu Ning thoughtfully allowed Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue this final period of respite.

"I will go with you to Biluo Country."

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered, as he shook his head.

"Why?" Yu Ning was a bit surprised; in Chu Zheng's condition, it was crucial to recuperate in seclusion first. Going to Biluo Country could be postponed.

"There are still some affairs I need to deal with."

Chu Zheng smiled faintly without elaborating.

The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was near, and Song Lingqing should have already arrived within the borders of Biluo Country. After all, they were sisters; Song Lingxue wished to see her once more before leaving Cangyun Realm.

Chu Zheng naturally wanted to help her. With the tournament drawing near and not much time left, it would take some effort to find her.

"Daoist Chu, you can decide on your own."

Seeing this, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning refrained from saying more. Since Chu Zheng had his own thoughts, it would be improper for them to interfere excessively.

For this journey, other than Song Lingxue, Chu Zheng also planned to bring along over a hundred Inner Sect Disciples.

These disciples, the strongest among them having entered the Entry Path, were fully qualified to participate in the tournament and vie for a ranking.

Although only the champion could enter the Immortal Alliance, making a name for oneself in the tournament could still earn rewards from the Holy Land.

For these disciples from Taixuan, this might be the only chance in their lives to participate in the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects. Not going to see and experience it would indeed be a pity.

Naturally, casualties were inevitable, but one could not give up eating for fear of choking; it was essential to see the world.

Moreover, with Chu Zheng there, as long as they had a breath left in them, he could save their lives.

Fu Quanliang had no interest in participating in the tournament and chose to stay within the Holy Land. He had always been self-aware: compared to those prodigies, his combat power was indeed limited.

Furthermore, Taixuan now could not do without people.

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Biluo Country.

Inside Wanlong City, composed of a thousand arenas and now teeming with people, countless Spiritual Lights from the Eight Desolates and Four Seas had all converged on this land of slaughter.

An invisible rivalry had already gradually begun, filled with the thick smell of gunpowder.

A streak of brilliance stopped above Wanlong City, and over a hundred figures emerged in succession, all clad in scarlet robes and golden crowns, the youths, aged fifteen or sixteen, radiated vigor as intense as the rising sun, attracting the attention of many cultivators immediately.

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"Never seen them before."

Taixuan Holy Land had not been involved in worldly affairs for a long time; to the various powers and cultivators, they seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

"Golden Crown, Divine Fire Robe... It's Taixuan Holy Land!"

"How long has it been since Taixuan Holy Land reopened its Sect Gate? Apart from the Taixuan Holy Master, are there disciples prepared to participate in this tournament?!"

"Worthy of being a Holy Land, with profound heritage. It hasn't been a full decade since they reopened, and they already have disciples who have entered the Entry Path?!"

Among the crowd, there were those well-versed and knowledgeable who recognized the attire of Taixuan Holy Land.

The cultivation displayed by the many Inner Sect Disciples caused shock to appear on the faces of several cultivators.

To train a generation of disciples in such a short time would require an unimaginable amount of effort and resources, far beyond what many small Sects could imagine.

Among the surrounding cultivators, a shadow wearing a hat with a wide brim lifted its head slightly, a tinge of complexity flashing in its eyes.

After thousands of days and nights, she had finally reached this Wanlong City on her own.

The things she had seen and heard along the way had greatly changed her mindset.

In the corners of the mud, invisible to the eyes of the Great Cultivators in the clouds above, countless cultivators at the bottom were struggling, living life on the edge of a knife - a phrase insufficient to describe all she had been through.

Song Lingqing's gaze slightly narrowed, resting on the man who stood at the center among the Taixuan Disciples.

He was tall and straight, like an eagle spreading its wings high in the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable like cold pools, his figure draped in a crimson robe with golden patterns, adding an air of nobility. As he surveyed his surroundings, he had the bearing of an Immortal King descending upon the mortal realm, his every move filled with an oppressive force that chilled to the bone.

Just a few years of not seeing him, and there were things about Chu Zheng she could not comprehend.

Song Lingqing's gaze shifted to the right, landing on Song Lingxue, standing at Chu Zheng's side, her heart inevitably suffused with a touch of melancholy.

The sister could hide comfortably under his increasingly broad wings, but she could not.