Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The appearance of this wreck undoubtedly resolved a great deal of trouble for Chu Zheng.

Recklessly contacting the people of the Tianyao Federation was not an option, and they would certainly not accept a native from an inferior star.

If he was to leave this star, the warship was indispensable.

After searching the vicinity thoroughly and ensuring nothing was overlooked, Chu Zheng casually ordered the Imperial Guard to deliver aged medicine here monthly before dismissing them all.

Transporting it back to the Imperial Capital would be a waste of time; it would be better to repair it right here, where he could also seclude himself for some time.

The presence of this warship here revealed much information to Chu Zheng.

The situation of the Tianyao Federation was not entirely stable. Hostile forces existed, and at least three hundred years ago there had been enemies.

The rating given by the panel was not without basis. Since this patrol ship could be ranked alongside a cultivator of the Divine Infant Realm, it sufficiently proved the true power of this warship was no weaker than that of a typical Divine Infant Great Ability.

Being able to destroy a Fourth Order warship, even the emergency escape system had not had time to activate, the strength of the opponent shall not be underestimated.

Chu Zheng did not dwell on these thoughts any further and settled down in the valley, beginning another period of seclusion.

A year in this place passed while only three days went by in the Cangyun Realm, this significant difference in the flow of time left Chu Zheng much leeway.

In reality, he quite enjoyed this slow practice of cultivation, without any burden or sense of urgency, feeling completely relaxed and at ease.

Unfortunately, this stability was only temporary and could not last long.

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In the blink of an eye, winter passed and spring arrived, and a year had elapsed.

This seclusion lasted a year, during which Chu Zheng sat like a statue in the valley, indifferent to the changing seasons, drawing upon the essence of the sun and moon daily, communing with heaven and earth, and enhancing his cultivation with the most simple method of Qi refining.

This reiteration of the Qi Refining path also brought him many new insights and a somewhat different understanding of the Qi Refining Art.

Dozens of miles away from the valley, a temporary camp had been cleared out as a relay station for delivering sustenance to Chu Zheng, guarded by several Grandmasters.

Every few months, Liao Shizhao would lead many princes and princesses to visit Chu Zheng.

Even though Chu Zheng never paid him any attention, he remained tirelessly enthusiastic.

It was time for another visit, and under Liao Shizhao's leadership, a procession of the royal descendants came grandly over mountains and ridges and arrived at the entrance of the valley.

Liao Shizhao had a prosperous lineage, with over a hundred children. Excluding the very young ones, nearly all of them came here.

The valley was surrounded by early spring greenery.

Sunlight penetrated through the layers of leaves, casting patchy shadows below.

Underneath an ancient tree, a young man in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged. His face had distinct contours, and his eyebrows were long and sharp, lending him a fierce appearance, while his aura seemed ethereal and transcendent.

An invisible gentle breeze swirled beside the young man, lifting his robe and hair, bringing a refreshing and soothing presence.

Liao Shizhao signaled the others to stop and prepared to pay their respects.

In the previous two visits, Chu Zheng had not opened his eyes to see him, and this time, he held no hope either, ready to pay his respects and leave, deeming it a form of worshipping the gods for good fortune.

The temples were only filled with clay bone stone embryos, they could not compare to the True Immortal before them.

Sensing the movement, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes. In the one year that had passed, the repair of the patrol ship had nearly concluded, lacking only the final touch needed that very day.

This also meant, it was time for him to leave.

"Greetings, Superior Immortal!"

Seeing Chu Zheng open his eyes, Liao Shizhao's expression brightened slightly. He bowed deeply, followed by all the royal descendants behind him.

Many princesses covertly raised their heads to look at the young man under the tree. Upon opening his eyes, his face seemed instantly endowed with spirit, unconsciously making people feel affinity.

"Today, our fate ends here. Considering your dedication in searching for Heavenly and Earthly Treasures on my behalf, I shall fulfill one of your wishes."

Chu Zheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi and stood up, saying,

"What is your wish?"

Upon hearing this, Liao Shizhao was both shocked and delighted. After a moment, his throat turned dry, his voice tinged with a hint of trepidation, he hoarsely asked,

"May I ask the Superior Immortal, is there an Art of Longevity?"

In terms of power and glory, he was at the pinnacle of the world, desiring nothing else but the ancient legend of longevity, which alone held allure for him.

In Liao Shizhao's eyes, Chu Zheng's abilities were akin to Divine Communication, certainly holding secrets to extending life. He even suspected that the fourteen or fifteen-year-old appearance of Chu Zheng was far from his actual age.

"I cannot live forever, nor do I believe in immortals in this world."

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly and gestured for him to come closer: "Step forward."

Liao Shizhao stepped forward as instructed.

[Liao Shizhao (Zeroth Order): Emperor of the Yuangu Dynasty, with a certain level of Inner Strength Cyltivation, physically depleted, overworked, deficient and not nurturing, damaging his lifespan, will not live past sixty-five. (Repairable)]

Now approaching his sixties, if nothing unexpected occurred, the hidden ailments in his body would erupt in the next few years, his condition worsening.
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Chu Zheng placed his hand on Liao Shizhao's crown and repaired the ailments in his body.

A moment later, Chu Zheng withdrew his hand and spoke gently, "Live with a pure heart and few desires, cultivate your moral character, and you will have another sixty years of life."

This act was equivalent to extending Liao Shizhao's life.

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, several older princes behind him froze, uncertain of how to react.

Sixty years—they did not even know if they could live that long. Could they still have a chance at the throne in their lifetimes?