Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Fighting to the death and devouring the essence of blood and flesh were the quickest shortcut to climb the Martial Path.

The price to pay was, of course, obvious—after several near-death experiences, she was now seriously injured, unable to venture out for hunting again.

She stared blankly at a puddle not far away, lost in a trance for a long while, then flipped her hand and took out the Jade Book, but when she picked up the pen, she hesitated for a long time.

After most of the night had passed, not until the last trace of moonlight lingering in the cave was completely devoured by the darkness before dawn, did she slowly put down the pen, her lips curving into a slight smile.

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Cangyun Realm, Southern Region.

Wanlong City, the Taixuan Holy Land's garrison.

Within the secret chamber, Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with a piece of Jade Wall, his expression inscrutable.

Bai Zhixiao's legacy had not disappointed him, after searching, he had once again obtained two remnants of Semi-Immortal Treasures, a piece of Battle Armor, a long sword, and hundreds of pieces of Immortal Jade, Spirit Stones, and countless earth treasures and celestial rarities.

However, Bai Zhixiao had only recently entered the Immortal Tribulation, and his Cave Heaven World had just begun to expand, its scope not too vast, and it had yet to nurture a Spirit Vein, amounting to nothing more than an embryo.

During this time, Chu Zheng had digested additional fragments of Bai Zhixiao's memories and learned of many secrets.

The Jade Wall in his hand now was the medium Bai Zhixiao had used to contact Dongsheng Demon Immortal; it was a treasure of Sixth Order Quality, comparable to a Tongxuan Spiritual Treasure.

But it had not cultivated a True Spirit within it and could only be used for communication.

What had puzzled Chu Zheng was that several months had passed since he killed Bai Zhixiao, yet there was no disturbance from the outside world.

Not even the Tai Xu Holy Land showed the slightest hint of disturbance, as if it was unaware of Bai Zhixiao's demise.

This was clearly illogical, given Bai Zhixiao's status; it was impossible for him to not leave behind a Soul Lamp in the Holy Land.

Only after digesting more of the memory fragments did Chu Zheng become aware of some of the reasons.

Bai Zhixiao was extremely cautious; firstly, he feared Dongsheng Demon Immortal might renege after the fact, pinning all the blame on him, betraying him to the Immortal Alliance.

Secondly, he was worried about accidents, afraid that his own death would expose his tracks and subsequentially implicate Tai Xu Holy Land, so he had made a backup plan.

He had erased all traces of himself in the Tai Xu Holy Land in advance, including the Soul Lamp enshrined within the Holy Land.

Within the Immortal Alliance, numerous powerhouses could deduce some of his thoughts and plans through the faint soul remnants in the Soul Lamp; it couldn't be simpler.

At that time, Tai Xu Holy Land would undoubtedly face great disaster.

Moreover, none of the items he carried with him had anything to do with Tai Xu Holy Land, nor could they prove his identity.

Even those two Semi-Immortal Treasures had no connection with Tai Xu Holy Land; he obtained them through other channels, his own Semi-Immortal Treasure, and most of his treasured possessions were left inside the Tai Xu Holy Land.

Before he came to kill Chu Zheng, he had already prepared for the worst—if he failed to kill Chu Zheng, he would instantly destroy himself, erasing all traces of his physical body and Primordial Spirit.

The life-burning strike before his death was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather well-prepared.

However, for Chu Zheng, this gave him an opportunity.

He might be able to make use of Bai Zhixiao's identity...

Hum—

Just as Chu Zheng was deep in thought, a sudden vibration came from within his Divine Soul; his expression became slightly focused, and he flipped his hand to take out a Jade Book.

Above the Jade Book, lines of writing gradually appeared, crossing the starry sea to reach him.

[My lord, as if seeing you in person, I have arrived at the Martial Hall the other day, all is well, how have you been recently?]

[Today the moon is cold and the stars are frosty, I revert to dreams at midnight, a chilling emptiness pierces my side, and I toss and turn unable to sleep, emotions knotting in my chest; I didn't want to disturb you, but couldn't suppress my longing, I hesitated to write for a long time, not knowing what to say, yet I find myself thinking of you for much of the day.]

[Since we first met, I have never felt you so distant, no longer under the same expanse of starry sky; the stars I see now, can you see them too?]

[Ah Zheng, I miss you.]