Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force in his palm.

"Hmm?"

A look of surprise flashed in Ling Qi's eyes; the piece of fragmented wall in his hand remained motionless regardless of how much force he applied, even though Immortal Gold used for crafting Spiritual Treasures would be crushed before him.

This was merely a piece of broken stone...

After pondering for a moment, his fingertips burst forth with colossal mana, sharp as a knife, scraping away the Fragmented Map bit by bit from the top of the wall.

Mingzhou's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head, his heart wrenching as if the knife was engraved in his heart, continually bleeding.

Ling Qi casually tossed the incomplete Black Stone in his hand and glanced around, suddenly pausing his gaze on an inn not far away, a slight smile on his lips:

"Indeed, there is another involved..."

At the instant Ling Qi's gaze swept over, Chu Zheng immediately sensed the danger, but Ling Qi didn't give him enough time to react.

A vast and colossal strength instantly suppressed all of Chu Zheng's movements; he could only just manage to dissolve the Yuan Qi in his Dantian and conceal his spirit.

The next moment, as Chu Zheng's vision blurred and he came to, Ling Qi had already reached within an inch of him, with the inn now a thousand yards behind.

The sharp sensitivity of Qi Cultivators to Yuan Qi destined that they could clearly see the disparity in strength.

The bond beside him gradually loosened, and Chu Zheng's heart sank.

An overpowering fluctuation of aura emanated from the person before him, suppressing the Qi around him all the time, even pausing his thought processes momentarily.

In that instance, he was like an ant staring directly at a mighty dragon.

With such an ability, even if he reached the Golden Core, it would be far inadequate; only if he could transform thought into spirit would he stand a marginal chance to compete.

In front of such a being, every strategy and thought became utterly meaningless.

"Tai Xu Divine Fire Scripture... Are you from the Tai Xu Holy Land?"

Ling Qi glanced at Chu Zheng and accurately revealed the Tai Xu Divine Fire Scripture.

His eyes narrowed slightly with some confusion, "Is the Tai Xu Holy Land about to reopen its Sect Gate? Such an important matter, and they sent just you alone? Where are your elders?"

On hearing this, countless thoughts raced through Chu Zheng's mind, and he quickly caught on.

Tens of thousands of years had passed; the formerly Taixuan Sect had now become the Taixuan Holy Land. The person before him could see through his origins at a glance, clearly also a person from the Holy Land.

This person was clearly after the Martial Path, and those eyeing the Martial Path weren't limited to just one Holy Land.

With that realization, Chu Zheng's fingertips trembled slightly as he bowed respectfully, "May I ask the senior's name?"

"Tai Xu Holy Land, Ling Qi."

Ling Qi's expression returned to normal. Looking past Chu Zheng at Song Lingxue behind him, he couldn't help but show a sign of admiration upon sensing her aura fluctuations:

"You have just entered the Yuan Aura, with only an Incomplete True Scripture, and in just a few months, you have gained ground again. Truly a Martial Path prodigy, with such talent, born in Cangyun Realm, you are indeed buried."

Perhaps shocked by Song Lingxue's talent, Ling Qi uncharacteristically explained a bit:

"A few months ago, when you broke through in the Martial Path, you alarmed the Heavenly Dao of this realm, which is why I came here looking for you."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then a chill rushed through his heart. A few months ago, Song Lingxue was still at the Song Family, merely at Qi Condensing Great Completion, not even a Grandmaster; how could she cause a breakthrough that would trigger a reaction from the Heavenly Dao?

A greater likelihood was that his Hundred Days Spiritual Transformation released an aura that was sensed by the heavenly and earthly forces of this realm, thus bringing about today's calamity.

Song Lingxue had shielded him from one disaster.

"Senior..."

Chu Zheng was about to speak, but Ling Qi interrupted him directly:

"I'm aware of the close relationship between the two of you; you still have her aura on you."

He let out a cold laugh, "You're quite the flirt, no wonder you haven't wasted that appearance. What is the status of this woman? Haven't your elders told you? Brazen and daring, after finding the person, you dare to deceive and neglect to report?"

"Punishing you is the business of the Tai Xu Holy Land; I won't overstep. I will not kill you today."

His expression was indifferent, glancing at Chu Zheng, he said lightly:

"I'm taking her with me; you may tell your elders not to search further."

"Hold on a moment, senior!"

Chu Zheng stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Song Lingxue with a calm expression:

"May I ask one more thing, by taking her, are you dictating her life and death, or deciding her future?"

Ling Qi turned back to gaze at him, his eyes cold as ice, "What concern is it of yours?"

Noticing the killing intent gradually rising from Ling Qi, Chu Zheng remained calm, his feet not moving an inch.

Song Lingxue's eyes were filled with anxiety. She wanted to speak, but her whole body was under control, unable to utter a single word.

"Junior, on any normal day, you wouldn't even qualify to speak to me. The accusation of your Taixuan Holy Land colluding with the Demon Race has not yet been cleared. Attend to your own affairs before others!"

"Get lost!"

Ling Qi bellowed, his breath as thunderous as a heavy hammer striking Chu Zheng's chest.

Chu Zheng only saw darkness, his body like a thin sheet caught in a fierce wind, nearly torn apart, blood splattered on the long street, blown a thousand zhang away, crashing down a hundred-plus brick walls before heavily hitting back to the inn.

Ling Qi's anger slowly subsided, and he turned back to glance at Li Mingzhou and the others.

Puh—

A muffled sound came, and many Great Grandmasters fell at once. Ling Qi, in a moment, had shattered their dantians and quickly destroyed their Martial Path cultivation.

However, as he had said before, he had not gone on a killing spree in the Capital of Great Zhou, leaving a few people alive at least.

Ling Qi's expression was utterly unflappable as a beam of spiritual light overflowed from his forehead, transforming into the Silver Leopard he had summoned earlier, lifting Song Lingxue into the Nine Heavens.

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...

At the border of Great Zhou, a Silver Leopard crossed the void, covering hundreds of li in an instant.

Song Lingxue sat on the back of the Silver Leopard, enveloped in a thin cocoon that isolated external Qi, with mountains and rivers reversing beneath her feet, unable to discern direction, feeling only an ever-forward motion.

Before long, a streak of fire shot across the sky, directly colliding with the advancing Silver Leopard.

The firelight disappeared, revealing a middle-aged man, his brows like blades, wearing a maroon brocade robe, standing eight feet tall, his face red as flame, his long hair draped over his shoulders, radiating a crimson divine glow.

"Who might you be?" Ling Qi stopped, his eyes slightly narrowing.

This red-haired man had a cultivation equal to his own, both at the Divine Infant Seven Transformations.

"Taixuan Holy Land, Fang Jiong." The middle-aged man gave a bowed salute, "May I ask which Holy Land you are from, my friend? Why the rush? Have you encountered trouble?"

"Tai Xu Holy Land's Ling Qi, my Holy Land has called for me suddenly, I'm in a bit of a hurry, no troubles."

Ling Qi arched his eyebrow, glancing past Song Lingxue to his rear, a slight chuckle escaping him:

"It's quite fate, meeting someone from your Taixuan Holy Land twice in a single day."

"That junior back in the Capital of Great Zhou, I did not harm him, you may look for him."

"My junior?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jiong's gaze suddenly sharpened, "This time, my Taixuan Holy Land, as per the Immortal Alliance's summons, dared not delay. To avoid suspicion, I alone ventured out, what do you mean by your remark?"

"Oh?"

Ling Qi's eyes shimmered with intrigue, casually saying, "I saw he practiced the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, thought he might be one of your people, is he not then?"

A realization dawned on him, his mouth curving slightly. Taixuan Holy Land had once colluded with the Demon Race, and to prove their innocence, had closed their gates until now, a span of ten thousand years; how could they have disciples in the world now?

Interesting...

"The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture?!"

Fang Jiong's gaze suddenly intensified, he immediately responded, "Would you mind sharing this person's Qi and appearance with me? My Taixuan Holy Land will be deeply grateful!"

"It's my duty."

Ling Qi narrowed his eyes, lifting his hand to materialize a Qi silhouette of the person, encasing it in a Jade Talisman, and handed it across the space to Fang Jiong.

"Thank you, friend, my Taixuan Holy Land owes you a favor, we shall return it generously in the future!"

Fang Jiong, as if receiving a great treasure, bowed deeply, transforming into a long rainbow, his hair suddenly flying upwards, a fire lotus blooming in the void, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of li away, shooting straight for the Capital of Great Zhou.