Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chu Zheng lifted Song Lingxue in his arms, and under the healing panel, the chilling wound quickly healed.

A few breaths later, Song Lingxue slowly opened her eyes, subconsciously touching her lower abdomen, finding the wound had already healed, though the intense pain seemed to still linger in her perception.

"It's alright now."

After saying this with a somewhat hoarse voice, Chu Zheng found himself at a loss for words.

"I understand, there's no need to explain," Song Lingxue said, slightly shaking her head with a trace of worry in her expression,

"Now that someone has died in the Holy Land, they will certainly not let this go."

She completely understood Chu Zheng's actions just now; if Chu Zheng had shown too much concern for her, she wouldn't have had a chance to survive.

This time, to save her, Chu Zheng had taken a great risk.

Looking at the current results, this was the smallest price to pay.

However, the biggest trouble had yet to be resolved.

On the Silver Leopard's back, Ling Qi had told her many things, which nearly completely tore apart and restructured her previous worldview.

Not to mention the Immortal Alliance, the mere existence of the Holy Land was terrifying enough.

In her former understanding, Hidden Immortal Sects like the Phantom Spirit Sect were already heaven-like, but now they seemed utterly insignificant compared to the Holy Land.

Now that Chu Zheng had killed an Elder of the Holy Land, he was bound to face their vengeance.

Thinking of this, Song Lingxue couldn't help feeling a bit guilty, "It's me who has dragged you down."

In her view, the Holy Land's great movements were all because someone cultivated a path different from the Immortal Path, which moved the Heavenly Dao.

If it weren't for her, Chu Zheng wouldn't have fallen into such a situation, and wouldn't have to be an enemy of the Holy Land.

"This is not your fault; it originates from me," Chu Zheng knew that Song Lingxue had taken a calamity for him, and he was crystal clear about this.

It was simply a matter of coincidental timing that confused these people from the Holy Land.

In other words, if not for Song Lingxue, Chu Zheng would have not escaped death. The Holy Land's methods are diverse, and they might have ways to detect the presence of a Qi Cultivator.

Once discovered, Chu Zheng's only fate would be a dead end.

After all, the decree of the Immortal Alliance only spared the lives of those in the Martial Path.

"What should we do next?" Song Lingxue's greatest worry now was Chu Zheng's situation.

Being targeted by the Holy Land, one might evade them temporarily, but not forever.

"Return to the Capital of the Great Zhou and get married," Chu Zheng said offhandedly.

"Get... married?"

Song Lingxue was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help feeling anxious. Now was not the time to consider such matters.

"Right now we're in an union without formal ties."

Chu Zheng said seriously, "Only after paying respects to Heaven and Earth, burning a letter to inform the Ancestral Dao, can we truly be husband and wife."

He practiced Taoist Qi Refining, and according to propriety, he at least had to inform the Ancestral Dao.

But, did the Ancestral Dao truly exist in this world?

Chu Zheng's expression changed, suppressing the blasphemous thoughts deep within his heart.

"Now is not the time to worry about these things..."

Seeing that Chu Zheng remained calm and composed, Song Lingxue grew more anxious. She had never placed much importance on so-called propriety.

"Don't be anxious."

Chu Zheng said soothingly, "Once my cultivation progresses further, I will take you to the Taixuan Holy Land."

For the road ahead, Chu Zheng already had a rough plan in mind.

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The pursuit from the Holy Land was unavoidable; the only choice was to meet it head-on.

Only by relying on the sanctuary of the Holy Land could they buy enough time.

With nine years until the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, at least during this period, Song Lingxue would be safe, and Chu Zheng could catch his breath.

However, approaching the Holy Land was no small matter and could not be taken lightly. He needed to make thorough preparations.

At this thought, Chu Zheng turned his head towards the Lihuo Spear and said with unnerving boldness, "I am in your debt."

At their own pace, it would probably take until next year for the two of them to return.

The Lihuo Spear did not say much. It expelled a wisp of Spiritual Fire, enveloping them, and once again employed the Art of Fiery Escape, rushing towards the Capital of the Great Zhou.

Wrapped in flames, Chu Zheng calmed his mind and went over the cause and effect of the situation, sighing softly to himself.

It was still a bit too careless...

He began to reflect that since the sudden attack by Ji Feng in the ancient battlefield at the mine, the world had been warning him.

The encounter with the Night Light Pavilion members at the Tianhe Sect was the same; there are no coincidences in the world, and where there is anomaly, there is evil lurking.

Haunted by calamity, Chu Zheng had been too restrained all along, with Fu Quanliang always covering for him at the forefront.

All his calamities were essentially Fu Quanliang bearing the tribulation in his stead.

Especially in this world of the Immortal Path, the Heavenly Dao's sensitivity towards him would grow sharper, and this sort of cheating method was the ultimate cause of the great calamity.

The sudden emergence of Ling Qi was to make evasion impossible, Heaven and Earth were forcibly pushing him to face the tribulation.

He had not had a strong understanding of the intangible cause and effect before, but after Ling Qi's calamity, he had gained some insight.

If the cause and effect were too burdensome, they would evolve into a tribulation.

Just like now, if he were to take on disciples, and should they provoke trouble during their travels, the consequences would inevitably fall on him.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the two once again arrived at the Capital of the Great Zhou.

The Lihuo Spear, unwilling to return to that Small World, chose to enter the Ethereal Ring.

The Ethereal Ring was starkly different from that Small World.

Whenever it wanted, it could shatter space to come out.

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The Southern Region was vast, capable of being divided into thousands of domains and nations, with numerous Immortal Sects standing tall.

There were five Holy Lands, but they divided the world into four parts. The Taixuan Holy Land had closed its sect gate for a long time and, as time passed, gradually faded from the eyes of the world.

Located at the far south of the Southern Region, the Taixuan Holy Land was nestled among continuous volcanoes, eternally unbearable in its heat, sparsely populated, seldom with mortal kingdoms.

This moment, at the center of the Holy Land, within a Crimson Crystal Grand Hall.

Dozens of figures stood, and at the center of the table that was laid a crimson glaze lamp.

Soul Lamp.

Only those who stepped into the Soul Condensing Realm could leave this trace of sensing, within which housed a cultivator's soul division, indicating the cultivator's fortune and life or death.

This Soul Lamp used to belong to Fang Jiong, but at this moment, it had already been extinguished.

"This is too much... too much!"

"After tens of thousands of years, these bastards still refuse to let go of my Taixuan Sect?!"

The many elders were engulfed in rage.

They knew nothing of the outside world, only that after tens of thousands of years, it was the first time a Taixuan elder left the Holy Land under the command of the Immortal Alliance.

And yet, not even a month after leaving, he died inexplicably.

In this vast Southern Region, only Tongxuan possessed the power to kill a Divine Infant Seven Transformations expert.

A Divine Infant Seven Transformations expert was in the late stage of Divine Transformation and even when facing a Nine Transformations expert, he would have the power to escape.

Apart from the major Holy Lands, no one else would possess this strength.

"From today, my Taixuan Sect shall reopen its gates!"

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