Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The setting sun hung low in the west, and twilight approached, as the remnants of a splendid fiery red sky, like blood, cast its glow over the land.

Song Lingqing, bathed in the light of the sunset, walked slowly along the streets, calming the ferocity stirred up by days of relentless fighting and contest.

The act of Chu Zheng approaching her earlier to strike up a conversation had been noticed by many, and the banner of the Taixuan Holy Master had, through Chu Zheng's intentions, been placed upon her.

Even though she had come out on top of the Entry Dao Realm, no one dared to approach her for a chat.

Suddenly, a soft call came from the side of the street:

"Ling Qing."

Song Lingqing stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and saw a middle-aged man dressed in blue.

A moment of vagueness flashed through her mind, and with a calm expression, she began to greet him in a cool tone:

"Elder Han, it has been a while."

Elder Han Yuanqing of the Phantom Spirit Sect, the master she once most admired during her time at the sect.

However, once she learned the truth about the Immortal Bone, that affection had ended.

The years she spent outside were longer and vastly more thrilling than her days at the Phantom Spirit Sect.

If it weren't for Han Yuanqing's sudden appearance, she would have hardly remembered that ordinary sect.

The world was too vast, with too many dazzling sights ahead on the journey, leaving no time for looking back, let alone dwelling on the past.
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She had little desire to look back; after all, one simply can't remain trapped in bygone days.

"I have been watching your contest all along, but I was not certain it was you," said Han Yuanqing, his voice low and his expression complex.

He stopped mid-sentence, holding back his words.

"Yes, the Taixuan Holy Master helped me mend the Immortal Bone. Now I truly possess High Quality Immortal Bone, just like Xiao Yuanqing once did," Song Lingqing stated straightforwardly, her tone concise and forceful, her expression calm.

Upon hearing this, Han Yuanqing's face paused briefly, a touch of bitterness flashing in his eyes:

"So it was indeed you who killed Xiao Yuanqing."

"The Phantom Spirit Sect must have already clarified that," Song Lingqing said, showing no surprise as she openly admitted it, having acted impulsively at the time without considering the consequences.

In fact, if the Phantom Spirit Sect hadn't been embroiled in entanglements with the Night Light Pavilion at the time, and later preoccupied with various reasons, the truth might have come to light much sooner.

"On the night before Xiao Yuanqing was killed, a disciple saw you standing on the Stepping Stone of Immortality for an entire night. After his death, you left the sect, and there was no trace of you. With so many coincidences, it would have been hard not to find out," said Han Yuanqing, shaking his head slightly with a sigh.

In fact, shortly after Xiao Yuanqing's death, some people had suspected Song Lingqing, but since no one knew she had restored her Immortal Bone and many elders in the sect were reluctant to believe it, the truth remained obscured.

The truth often hurts, and sometimes people simply don't want to accept unpleasant facts, even if it means banging their heads against a wall and refusing to see the truth for themselves.

"Since you took the life of Xiao Yuanqing, you must know all the hidden details," Han Yuanqing said, slightly bowing and speaking solemnly, "the Phantom Spirit Sect has wronged you... As your former master, I share the blame, and I'm sorry."

"There's no need for that, Elder Han," Song Lingqing said gently, shaking her head, her expression still calm:

"No matter what, although the Phantom Spirit Sect hindered my path to immortality, it did lead me onto the Immortal Path. To me, you are still someone who has taught me valuable lessons. When I took Xiao Yuanqing's life, we were already even."

"I won't trouble the Phantom Spirit Sect in the future, and you don't have to worry about me asking the Taixuan Holy Master to deal with the sect. My connection with the Phantom Spirit Sect is over."

It had been several years since she left the Phantom Spirit Sect, and her insights had grown far beyond what they once were.

Now, Han Yuanqing's sudden appearance was simply because he had seen her interacting with Chu Zheng and feared that the sect might suffer as a result, so he had come to gauge her intentions.

"Ling Qing..."

Han Yuanqing, a trifle embarrassed, was about to speak when Song Lingqing interrupted him directly:

"Let's leave it at this today."

Before her words had even faded, she resumed her walk, heading toward the distant market.

After many years apart from her father, it was only natural that she should bring some gifts home.

Han Yuanqing stood rooted to the spot for a long time, then left with a sigh, content with the response he had received.

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After sorting out the loose ends from the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, Chu Zheng took Song Lingxue back to the headquarters of Taixuan.

About half an hour later, Song Lingqing entered carrying many items, mostly Spirit Pills for nourishment and longevity and Spiritual Medicines for nurturing the body, all of them valuable.

She must have spent quite a bit of the Spirit Stones earned from the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects.

Ten years had passed since the family had last enjoyed a peaceful meal together; originally a trio of father and daughters, now they were joined by Chu Zheng.

How the world changes, often in unexpected ways.

Song Lingqing did not linger after the meal, heading back out the door once again.

In these past years, she had made some good friends, who were now in Wanlong City with her.

She felt more at ease in the company of these friends than with her own family.

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Even though the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects had concluded, the networking and communication among various powers were only just beginning.

Wanlong City was now a gathering point for nearly ninety percent of the sects, noble families, and top Loose Cultivators from the Cangyun Realm, which offered a rare opportunity for every Cultivator to trade.

Based on past events, Wanlong City would remain bustling for at least three to five more years before gradually quieting down.

During this period, there would be alliances formed through marriage and mutual aid, as well as enmities and grudges born out of tangled interests.