Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The disciples had yet to grow up, and the sect truly faced a life-or-death moment due to lack of succession.

Chu Zheng sent a message to explain the situation to the Elder in the side hall before he slowly stepped into the main hall. Fu Quanliang was sitting by the Jade Table on one side of the hall, his brow furrowed as he sorted through the accounts for the month.

Though the foundation of Taixuan had greatly declined, the accounts still represented a significant sum.

The monthly distribution of cultivation resources for the disciples, the materials needed by the Elders, the consumption of spiritual materials for alchemy and crafting artifact spirits, the inventory of the Holy Land's treasury, Taixuan City's tax revenues, the cultivation resources tributed by various powers, and the loans Taixuan had given to other forces—

Each transaction involving Spirit Stones had to be carefully verified. A discrepancy in the accounts could easily lead to mistakes, amounting to unnecessary losses for the Holy Land, and this undoubtedly required a great deal of energy.

In the administrations of the various sects, such mundane affairs were typically handled by the Deputy Sect Master. In the larger sects, there might sometimes be more than ten such deputies.

Although Fu Quanliang's official position was merely that of a senior Inner Sect disciple, within Taixuan, his authority had already reached a level second only to the Holy Master. The responsibilities he shouldered were immense, involving various regions.

Among these, the exchanges with various powers were the most crucial. The Elders of Taixuan had long been reclusive and were mostly hot-tempered by nature, hardly skilled at social interactions. Often, Fu Quanliang had to make appearances on their behalf.

As the Taixuan Holy Master, Chu Zheng was undoubtedly lacking in his duties, even more so for the time to come.

"Quanliang."

Chu Zheng composed himself and called out to get his attention.

Startled, Fu Quanliang abruptly lifted his head. After seeing Chu Zheng, he first rejoiced then grew alarmed, quickly rose from his seat, circled around the Jade Table and began to speak rapidly:

"What exactly has happened? I heard you killed the Taixu Saint Lord, and the Immortal Alliance has sent envoys to capture you?! Rumors are rife outside, saying that you have been apprehended and taken back to the Immortal Alliance to be punished..."

"Since I am standing here now, it means no harm has befallen me."

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly and reassured him calmly, "Indeed, I killed Bai Zhixiao. He intended to kill me, and in self-defense, I had to strike first."

Fu Quanliang was taken aback, "Then you now..."

"I am going to leave the Cangyun Realm. There are some matters I must entrust to you. After I leave, I will find a way to inform the former Holy Master to return to Cangyun. You'll only have to hold on for a little while longer."

Chu Zheng had fully contemplated the arrangements for after his departure.

The location of Geng Yiyang was in the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, and once he reached there, he would be able to find a way to contact Geng Yiyang and request his return to Cangyun to take charge.

Despite the grave mistake committed by Zhao Tingxian, becoming the Zhutian Lord, rebelling, and fleeing into the Chaos Sea, Tai Xu Holy Land had not been implicated.

Since he had not harmed the Immortal Alliance Envoy, and with Geng Yiyang as well as many Elders having military achievements from campaigns beyond their borders, it seemed likely they would not face serious repercussions.

"Very well."

Fu Quanliang calmed his breathing and listened carefully.

After a moment of contemplation, Chu Zheng asked, "Has Ling Qing visited Taixuan recently?"

"She just arrived the day before yesterday, and is currently in the chamber that used to belong to your wife." Fu Quanliang nodded right away.

"After I leave, don't rush to seal the mountain. The Song Clan line is still within Taixuan City. Try to make contact and use them if possible. If they turn out to be of little use, take back the Family Heritage Blood Jade and temporarily store it. Wait until Ling Qing's cultivation deepens before making a decision."

Having said this, Chu Zheng took out a Storage Spirit Ring and handed it to Fu Quanliang:

"Keep these cultivation resources safe. After I leave, no one else will be able to help you. You will have to think things through thoroughly to preserve this foundation for me."

Chu Zheng had divided the resources from the Tai Xu Holy Land's treasury into three parts, keeping one for himself, giving one to the Shang Family, and leaving the remaining one in Taixuan as a reserve for emergencies.

No matter what, these resources should be sufficient to support Taixuan until Geng Yiyang's return.

"Rest assured, Holy Master, I will do my utmost."

Taking a deep breath, Fu Quanliang accepted the spirit ring. With a glance at the Spiritual Seal of Tai Xu Holy Land, he understood the origin of these items.

"There is one matter that requires the Saint Lord's decision,"

Fu Quanliang looked somewhat anxious, and spoke in a grave tone, "Recently, inside the Holy Land, some wicked and evil trends have begun to emerge..."

Listening to Fu Quanliang for a moment, Chu Zheng came to understand.

After passing through Wanlong City, the Taixuan Disciples had vaguely begun to form factions due to various reasons, and small groups with different levels of closeness had sprung up.

This was harmful and not beneficial for the Taixuan Holy Land.

Chu Zheng also felt somewhat helpless about this. He had not considered everything thoroughly; previously, he had only thought about taking these disciples out to meet the prominent figures of their generation, but he had never anticipated that it would lead to this situation.

However, even without the incident at Wanlong City, rifts between disciples were bound to happen sooner or later on the path of cultivation, which fundamentally could not be as even-keeled as a bowl of water, for the strong are respected.

"You handle picking two outstanding disciples to be recognized as true inheritors. Try to use these two as the core to divide the disciples into two factions. As for the rest, let's wait for the return of the old Saint Lord. As for the two Superior Immortal Bones we exchanged before, hide them for now and assign an Elder to guard them."

In a rush, Chu Zheng could only come up with this method, attempting to reduce the internal disputes within Taixuan as much as possible. A struggle between two sides could still be somewhat balanced and would not turn into a complete mess, thereby preventing the accumulation of unnecessary animosity due to friction.

"I have noted it," Fu Quanliang nodded in agreement.

"There's one more thing,"

Chu Zheng abruptly raised his hand and pointed to Fu Quanliang's forehead:

"I do not know when I will return from this journey, or if I might die in some forgotten corner. Therefore, today I will dissolve the Life-link Seal and grant you your freedom."

Upon hearing the words "Life-link Seal", Fu Quanliang was stunned for a moment. If Chu Zheng had not brought it up today, he would have almost forgotten about it.

After the Life-link Seal dissipated, deep within his Divine Soul, it felt as if a shackle had been broken, bringing a sense of relief.

However, Fu Quanliang didn't feel much joy at this moment. It was as though he had lost something, leaving a sense of emptiness.

Although the Life-link Seal existed, Chu Zheng seemed to have never used it to threaten him.

While by Chu Zheng's side, he had received too many benefits, going from an abandoned Outer Sect Disciple to overseeing a Holy Land, and even the strong cultivators of the Divine Transformation Realm had to follow his commands.

The change in his status was nothing less than a leap from the heavens to the abyss.

Being in Taixuan, even though he was entangled in numerous affairs, he never felt tired of it, at least his existence was valuable to these disciples of Taixuan.

It was only after he had started following Chu Zheng that he felt like he was living like a real person, no longer timorous and walking on thin ice.

It was not so much that Chu Zheng needed him, but rather that he needed Chu Zheng.

The Life-link Seal, rather than being a shackle, was more like a bond. Now, this bond had been severed by Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng smiled faintly, raised his hand to pat Fu Quanliang's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"I have not made many friends in this realm; you count as one. It is difficult to get to this point in cultivation, so live well."

Before the sound of his voice had faded, he had already turned around and left the great hall.

Fu Quanliang came to his senses, bent down deeply in a grand salute, and knocked his head in farewell:

"I respectfully see off the Saint Lord. May the Saint Lord encounter no harm on your path and journey smoothly and safely."

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