Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Indeed.

Chu Zheng's slightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed; he noticed that Fu Quanliang's breathing rhythm was off, with a muddled sound mixed in his heartbeat, clearly indicating a problem with his body.

Relying on elixirs for cultivation was indeed a shortcut, but taking shortcuts inevitably comes with a price.

Chu Zheng himself had also consumed numerous elixirs, but the panel had not provided any alerts.

As for the reason, Chu Zheng understood well; during his Qi-refining technique sessions, each circuit of Qi he completed was like a purification for his body, expelling many impurities.

For him now, the toxin in the elixirs not yet cleared for his stage had a minimal effect; they simply couldn't linger.

Fu Quanliang's aptitude was indeed excessively poor; consuming so many elixirs, even Lower Quality Immortal Bone should have been enough to reach the Spirit Spring Realm.

Yet, he had only stepped into the ninth level of the Nourishing Power Realm and even suffered damage to his meridians from the power of the elixirs.

"What's wrong?"

During Fu Quanliang's moment of confusion, a warm current flowed from Chu Zheng's palm, entering his body.

Instantly, his muscles and bones seemed to lighten by several ounces, his breathing became indescribably smooth, and the obscure pain somewhere inside him also completely dissipated.

"When consuming elixirs, be mindful of your limits. If you feel discomfort, come find me at any time."

Chu Zheng withdrew his hand; thankfully, as long as there were opportunities to remedy, it wasn't much trouble.

"Thank you."

Fu Quanliang's gaze was somewhat complex, the secrets Chu Zheng harbored seemed endlessly deep.

Just as he had never been able to comprehend Chu Zheng's thoughts.

Watching Fu Quanliang walk away, Chu Zheng turned back to look at the mountain of Waste Elixirs, his brow gradually furrowing again.

He also needed elixirs to supplement himself, but the repair of First Order elixirs could only rely on the five daily refresh opportunities, which was far too slow.

The promotion of his rank as a Repair Master was urgently pressing.

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As the Phantom Spirit Sect prepared for battle, it simultaneously scattered countless disciples under its command in various nations to thoroughly search for Immortal Seedlings.

Once the battle started, there would be numerous casualties among sect disciples, and these peaceful days would be hard to come by, necessitating immediate preparation of fresh blood.

Only in this way, could the sect have capable fighters ten or even a hundred years from now, ensuring that the sect's foundation wouldn't be completely depleted in the fight.

The actions of the Night Light Pavilion were indistinguishable from those of the Phantom Spirit Sect, both scattering hundreds or thousands of disciples to start competing for the reserve of Immortal Seedlings.

As these disciples dispersed, news of the Immortal Sect's onset of war spread with shocking speed across a hundred nations, stirring up a colossal wave in the millennia of stagnant waters.

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Time flew by, and soon, the period to commence battle approached.

Phantom Spirit Sect, main peak grand hall.

Song Lingqing once again entered the place alone, holding a Jade Disk in her hands.

Inside the disk lay a Jade Token symbolizing the true heritage of the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Besides her in the hall, there was only one middle-aged man clad in a blue robe, the Supreme Han Yuanqing of the Phantom Spirit Sect.

He was also the pillar of the Han family.

"Master."

Song Lingqing bowed respectfully.

"Ling Qing, do not blame your master."

Han Yuanqing's eyes held a complex light, accompanied by a soft sigh.

"Ling Qing's fate with immortality is shallow, unable to pass the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, it is my own destiny, with no relation to the sect or master."

Song Lingqing's voice was calm, her eyes like stagnant water, utterly unrippled.

"You needn't worry, your treatment henceforth will not be less than that of any Inner Sect Disciple."

Han Yuanqing said gravely, "My Han family has many talented youths; in the future you may choose any one of them as your Dao companion. Middle Quality Immortal Bone is also an option for you; pick anyone you like, my Han family will protect you for life."

"I have a question for you, Master."

Upon hearing this, Song Lingqing slowly raised her head and looked directly at Han Yuanqing, pausing between each word as she said, "The day I joined the sect, was it really I who triggered the Stepping Stone of Immortality?"

"How could you have such a bizarre thought? If it wasn't you, who else could it be?"

Han Yuanqing narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and indecipherable: "Has anyone said something to you?"

Song Lingqing shook her head: "I only feel that my talents are dull. If it hadn't been for me holding back Uncle Master Qin that day, he wouldn't have been so severely injured."

"You have been in the Entry Path for a short time, and achieving the cultivation of the Spirit Spring Realm is already not easy. You needn't blame yourself."

Han Yuanqing's eyes lost their complexity, and his voice returned to calm:

"You don't need to participate in this battle. Go back and recuperate well. I noticed you arrived on a Third Order Celestial Horse. Go to the Spirit Beast Garden and exchange it for a Second Order spirit beast. The other disciples could use this horse; it might even save some lives."

"Yes."

Song Lingqing said no more, bowed deeply, and handed the jade disk in her hand to Han Yuanqing:

"Supreme Elder, I shall take my leave."

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Spirit Beast Garden.

These days, the Spirit Beast Garden was also a hive of activity, preparing and provisioning a large amount of food for the spirit beasts' post-battle recovery.

But Chu Zheng was as usual, completing the tasks assigned to him in less than half an hour, spending the spare time on his cultivation.

Early morning, as the sun was just rising.

Seated under a grass shelter, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes and allocated all of his refreshed repair attempts to his Condensing Space Bracelet.

The next instant, two messages flooded into his mind.

[Your experiences have grown, advancing your repair skills further, and now you have become a Second Order Repair Master.]

[Second Order Repair Master: First Order holds no more secrets to you, only matters concerning Second Order and above can stump you.]

Second Order Repair Master, accomplished.

Chu Zheng's heart stirred slightly, a trace of joy arising.

Before he even tried repairing a First Order elixir, a familiar figure approached from afar, led by Tong Jinshan.

"The Supreme informed me that I need not participate in this battle, instructed me to return the Unihorn Celestial Horse, and to seclude myself for healing."

"My status now is that of an Inner Sect Disciple."

Song Lingqing walked slowly towards Chu Zheng and spoke softly, then pursed her lips and added another sentence:

"It was I who voluntarily gave up the position of true heir."

Chu Zheng did not speak, only turning his head to glance.

Tong Jinshan had been extremely busy lately, this time he didn't even greet him before leaving, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

The change in attitude was somewhat obvious.

Chu Zheng watched Song Lingqing, slowly reaching out his hand.

[Song Lingqing (First Order): True heir of Phantom Spirit Sect, Middle Quality Immortal Bone, meridians severely damaged, Immortal Bone subsequently suffered two heavy strikes and was forcefully shattered, repairable.]

As expected... even the most severe injuries are merely First Order.

A flash of enlightenment crossed Chu Zheng's mind as he began to plan his next steps.

"What are you doing?"

Song Lingqing took a frightened step back, her face full of confusion.

"I do not owe favors to others; since you do not want spirit stones, I can only compensate in other ways."

Chu Zheng said gravely, "I have a way to help you repair your Immortal Bone."

"After your Immortal Bone is repaired, I will leave Phantom Spirit Sect. The rest is up to you."

Song Lingqing's situation, he had seen it clearly; previously he hadn't helped because he was unable. Now that he had advanced to Second Order, holding a large number of Waste Elixirs, and with the Condensing Space Bracelet repair imminent, he could always start over elsewhere.

Privately passing on the Phantom Spirit Sect's Sect-Defending Secret Scripture was a capital offense, yet Song Lingqing had still given it to him; that was a heavy favor.