Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

His road was still long, and so was Song Lingxue's.

Song Lingxue gently shook her head without speaking, her hand softly wrapping around Chu Zheng's neck, slowly looking up, the trace of unease that had lingered in her eyes swept away.

After a long while, she finally bit her lip and whispered,

"Will you enter seclusion again these next few days?"

Hearing this, Chu Zheng lifted Song Lingxue in his arms and said in a low voice,

"Naturally, these few days will not make much of a difference."

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With the support of transcendent powers, the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects proceeded smoothly. There were not many deaths, but the number of injured was not small.

Therefore, although not many participated in the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, merely over ten thousand, quite some time was needed to heal after the battle.

For these geniuses, this period was indispensable; many realized their faults after defeat, which then made them stronger.

After a loss in competition, everyone still had another chance to challenge; they could choose any peer from the same realm. If victorious, they would take their place.

Those who surpassed their predecessors were no rarity throughout history.

Time, like sand slipping through one's fingertips, passed unnoticed until it was gone, leaving no trace to grasp.

All beings surged forward amidst this sand, some indistinguishable from the grains, buried in the sands of time without causing any waves.

Others, through the trials of these sands, became dazzling precious jades, standing above the sandy seas, radiating splendid colors.

The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was merely a microcosm.

Song Lingxue was, after all, concerned about her family; she was present for every one of Song Lingqing's matches.

In the Entry Dao Realm competition, Song Lingqing already shone brilliantly. Though young, her moves were fierce, without a hint of hesitation, drawing the attention of many.

Many began inquiring about the Sect behind her, to inevitably find nothing. The conclusion they reached was that she was a mere Loose Cultivator.

After nineteen bouts, Song Lingqing, with her own strength, successfully secured the first place in the Entry Dao Realm of this edition of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects.

When she emerged victorious, her body was covered in scars, yet her eyes blazed with an exceptional light, revealing an edge never seen before.

Overcoming the challenge of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was tantamount to defeating her inner demons, leading to an astonishing transformation of her spirit.

From beginning to end, Chu Zheng never interfered in Song Lingqing's matches, nor did he send any Elixirs or Magic Treasures her way.

From their few encounters, he could see a bit of Song Lingqing's temperament; she did not like being indebted. His help in the past had already put substantial pressure on her, further charity would have the opposite effect.

When one's debts of gratitude became too great to repay, they often turned to extremes.

Chu Zheng never liked to impose his will on others; to him, Song Lingqing and Song Lingxue were ultimately different.

The rewards for first place in the Entry Dao Realm were quite substantial: one million Middle Quality Spirit Stones, one Top Quality Magical Treasure, twenty bottles of various Treasure Pills, and plenty of Spiritual Medicine and Materials.

"Ling Qing, congratulations."

Looking at Song Lingqing descending from the platform, joy hid in Song Lingxue's eyes. After all, as sisters of the same blood, she hoped Song Lingqing's journey would be smoother.

Even if their paths differed.

Song Lingqing's expression was a bit complex as she threw a Storage Bag to Chu Zheng,

"I know these mean little to you, consider it repaying a part of the debt I owe you."

Inside the Storage Bag were fifteen bottles of Treasure Pills and eight hundred thousand Middle Quality Spirit Stones.

Chu Zheng didn't say much and directly took the Storage Bag. Song Lingqing was being rational; she kept the Top Quality Magical Treasure that was most useful to her.

Even in repaying a debt, her decision was well-considered, not a result of impulsive generosity.

"Are you coming back for dinner today?"

Song Lingxue hesitated for a while, then said with a measure of caution, "Father misses you too."

Song Lingqing was silent for a moment before she donned a pristine vestment robe, obscuring the fierce-looking wounds on her body, and whispered,

"Understood."

Chu Zheng turned and walked towards the high platform. There were the most cultivators in the Entry Dao Realm, and naturally, it would finish the latest. At this point, the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was nearing its end.

As the top of the Hidden Dragon List, he was going to claim his reward.

Even though he now held a Semi-Immortal Treasure in his hand and had remnants of several Immortal Treasures on him, he would not waste these things that rightly belonged to him.

This iteration of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was undoubtedly the most special one.

Because the top of the Hidden Dragon List had secured the premier position without participating in any arena battles.

As a True Immortal Seed of the current age, the rewards Chu Zheng could obtain far exceeded many cultivators' imaginations.

Five million Top Quality Spiritual Stones, one Semi-Immortal Pill, one Semi-Immortal Treasure, fifty bottles of Top Quality Treasure Pills, and one volume of Immortal Scripture for cultivation to the True Immortal Perfection.

The combined value of these items would outstrip the entire wealth of many great Sects, even if they pawned everything.

The Immortal Scripture, in particular, was a rarity in the world; not even the ancient Holy Lands or True Immortal Noble Families possessed but a few.

For Chu Zheng, what interested him were some of the elixirs and that piece of Semi-Immortal Treasure. Explore new worlds at empire

The hosting of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects had rotated amongst the Four Great Sacred Lands, excluding Tai Xuan Holy Land, and it was indeed Tai Xu Holy Land's turn this time.

Therefore, the Semi-Immortal Treasure awarded this time was also provided by Tai Xu Holy Land.

Bai Zhixiao approached Chu Zheng with a green frost long sword in hand, his expression neither happy nor angry, and spoke indifferently:

"This sword is named 'Cloud Abyss.' It was passed down by a predecessor of my Tai Xu Holy Land. It contains the Tai Xu Sword Energy, a first-class weapon for slaughter. Please, Taixuan Holy Master, treat it well in the future. I've heard that the Holy Master is well-versed in the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance; this sword will complement it perfectly."

[Cloud Abyss (Seventh Order): Forged from a mixture of abyssal gold crystal and nine layers of spirit cloud liquid. Warmed by its owner for a long time, it has developed a hint of the Tai Yuan Sword Intent. When wielding the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance with this sword, its might will be amplified by thirty percent, and cutting down cultivators below the Fourth Realm of Immortal Tribulation will be as trivial as plucking grass by the roadside.]

The blade edge was near, and the rich essence of the Water Element assaulted the senses. The cloud patterns on it connected into a network. Chu Zheng's eyes blinked with a trace of spiritual light, and he glanced at Cloud Abyss, his brow imperceptibly furrowing.

It wasn't that there was a problem with Cloud Abyss; it was precisely because the sword had no issue that he found it strange.

Could Tai Xu Holy Land truly be willing to part with such a wondrous treasure for him?

If he were in the position of Tai Xu Holy Land, he would also casually choose the lowest grade defense-type Semi-Immortal Treasure and be done with it. Yet now, there was an unexpected gain.

However, anomalies often indicated a deeper scheme, and there must be some calculation he was unaware of.

Chu Zheng had always been somewhat wary of Bai Zhixiao. This man had deep schemes, and from the very beginning of their meeting, harbored strong murderous intentions against him. It was unpredictable when he might suddenly strike a fatal blow.

"Thank you, Taixu Holy Master," he said.

Chu Zheng felt a surge of caution. His expression remained unchanged as he swiftly stowed away Cloud Abyss, silently thinking,

'I hope one day to wield this sword and sever your head.'

For Taixuan Holy Land, Bai Zhixiao was always a significant threat. If he truly planned to leave the realm, he must strike first to eliminate Bai Zhixiao.

The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects occurred once every hundred years, and Chu Zheng had risen to prominence in less than a decade. Now, only a few months later, the tournament had ended, and the century's accumulation, like a tsunami shock, rose swiftly and fell just as quickly.

Chu Zheng glanced at the proud figures of various Sects below the platform, with undercurrents swirling in his eyes.

For these scions of different Sects, the journey back would be even more dangerous than the journey here because they had transitioned from the shadows to the light, utterly exposed.

Though the Hidden Dragons had emerged from the abyss, their scales were still young, and their foundations shallow. Faced with malice from the dark, it was hard to resist.

In past years, many young prodigies gained fame only to be assassinated on their journey home. This was not an uncommon occurrence.

Moreover, with most of the older generation cultivators beyond the Divine Infant Realm now heading to foreign battlefields, the present state of Cangyun Realm was even more perilous.

Considering this, Chu Zheng's gaze narrowed slightly.

If Bai Zhixiao planned anything, the journey back to Taixuan Holy Land would present the ideal opportunity for him to act.