Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

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Night fell.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the couch, packing his gear. He dug up several books from the Immortal Sect that he had originally buried underground and stored them in his storage bag.

The storage bag could not be taken into the Phantom Spirit Sect. He would need to think of a way...

Whoosh—

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Song Lingxue stepped slowly into the room, her expression calm.

"We set off tomorrow. Where are you going?"

"Phantom Spirit Sect." Chu Zheng did not hide it and told her truthfully.

Having killed Jiang Cunhu, he had settled his accounts with the Song Family. Naturally, the next step was to do what he had wanted to do all along.

Moreover, the Song Family's situation was no longer as difficult as before.

Upon learning Chu Zheng's destination, Song Lingxue appeared somewhat surprised, "Why do you want to go to the Phantom Spirit Sect?"

"To take revenge."

As soon as the words were out, to avoid misunderstanding, Chu Zheng thought for a moment and then added another sentence:

"This has nothing to do with the Song Family. I have already cleared all the checkpoints near Luofeng City. Tomorrow, you can leave directly."

Helping Fu Quanliang take revenge was just something he did along the way.

The reason he chose the Phantom Spirit Sect was simply that it seemed much weaker compared to the Night Light Pavilion. Among the several nearby Immortal Sects, it looked like the easiest target.

The old lady knows to pick the soft persimmons to squeeze just as well as she knows that with Fu Quanliang helping from the inside, the Phantom Spirit Sect was almost the best choice.

Of Chu Zheng's words, Song Lingxue believed only the part about taking revenge.

The Phantom Spirit Sect had no particular grudge against Chu Zheng. She preferred to believe that his talk of revenge was for Song Lingqing's sake.

Thinking this, she slowly stepped forward, came to the side of the bed, and pushed Chu Zheng down onto the couch.

Chu Zheng: "?"

Before he could speak, Song Lingxue had already climbed onto the couch, straddling him at his waist.

She looked down at Chu Zheng, casually pulled apart her hair tie, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and said succinctly:

"Take it off."

Chu Zheng glanced at the moonlight outside the window and pondered, "How about we wait until tomorrow? I prefer the daytime."

At night, absorbing moonlight, the yin qi inside his body rose somewhat, affecting his combat power.

Song Lingxue said no more, but instead bit down on Chu Zheng's neck.

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Dawn had not yet broken.

A carriage slowly departed from the back courtyard of the Song Residence. Song Lingxue, dressed in a fitted outfit of blue and green, wearing a battle hat, urged the horse forward.

Inside the carriage, Song Tonghai hung his head low, his hair white, his once bright eyes now dull and clouded, mumbling to himself:

"Lingqing... my Lingqing..."

In his arms, he held several plaques, one of which was brand new, pristine.

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The next morning.

When Chu Zheng awoke, there was no one next to him on the pillow.

The Song Residence was deserted, not a soul in sight.

There was a letter on the table in the main hall, left by Song Lingxue.

The content of the letter was simple, hoping that Chu Zheng would give up going to the Phantom Spirit Sect, find somewhere else to live well, as he and the Song Family were now quit of each other, and there was no need to waste time on meaningless matters.

Chu Zheng showed no expression, a faint light ignited in his hand, and the letter instantly turned to ash.

Quit of each other?

She thought too simply; his yang essence was exceedingly precious, and Song Lingxue owed him much more.

Remembering the previous night, Chu Zheng couldn't help but sigh. After all, he was only sixteen or seventeen, full of vigor, his self-control not strong.

Having expended his yang essence so early, maintaining the balance of yin and yang inside his body in the future would take extra effort.

As for regrets, that was out of the question.

Fu Quanliang, carrying a long sword, stepped into the main hall and inquired, "Shall we go now?"

"Let's go."

Chu Zheng turned and walked towards the front door of the Song Residence, raising his hand towards the sky. Yuan Qi surged from his palm, shooting straight into the heavens. In an instant, it turned into a blazing inferno.

The moment the two men stepped out the door, the fireball in the sky suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of fire that covered the entire Song Residence in the blink of an eye.

In the Spirit Transformation Realm, understanding the flow and change of qi was just a minor spell, easily executed.

To avoid leaving too many traces and prevent tracking, burning everything cleanly was the safest method.

The bodies brought back yesterday also found their use now, at least they could create the false appearance of a massacre.

Flames surged a dozen feet high, gradually devouring the gold-plated plaque at the entrance.

Watching the century-old mansion gradually disappear in the blaze, Chu Zheng's brow slightly furrowed, his fingertips trembling gently.

He had never thought that one day he would personally destroy such an ancient heritage to conceal what had happened here.

As a Cultural Relic Restorer, he had buried a piece of history with his own hands.

Although, to the whole world, this piece of history was insignificant.

"Let's go."

Chu Zheng turned around and casually asked, "How far is it from Phantom Spirit Sect?"

"Not far, there's a branch sect twenty thousand li away, once there, we can take a flying boat back to the main sect."

"How long did it take you to get here?"

"A senior sister brought me here last time, it took less than two days, but for the two of us...walking, it would take half a month to reach there."

"Was your senior sister beautiful?"

"Of course, beautiful..."

Under the reflection of the soaring flames, two figures gradually vanished into the streets, leaving no trace.

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The fire burned for a full day and night, and thus Wuyang County lost yet another century-old prominent family.

A few days later, a hundred iron riders galloped and halted before the ruins.

"We are still one step too late! What a pity."

Gazing at the rubble before him, Zhao Yunheng, draped in a python robe, sighed deeply upon learning of Song Lingqing's ambush, having rushed back from the capital, hoping to fulfill his previous desires.

Despite rushing, he was still a step behind.

"Missing out might not be such a bad thing."

By his side, Zhao Jichang shook his head, "The Song Family seems unable to withstand such overwhelming fate; it's better not to get involved."

"Indeed."

Zhao Yunheng laughed scoldingly, "You managed to marry four noble ladies from the capital, enjoying a newlywed night every night, naturally you wouldn't long for Song Lingxue."

"Is this place the Song Residence?"

Before Zhao Yunheng could finish speaking, a voice suddenly inquired from the side.

Out of nowhere, a figure had appeared among the ruins, dressed in a green robe, looking around twenty, his skin radiant, with a dot of blood-red cinnabar at the center of his brow, adding a demonic charm to his otherwise fair face.

"Who might you be?" Zhao Yunheng frowned slightly.

"Answer me, is this the Song Residence?" The man slightly furrowed his brow, repeating his earlier question, seemingly impatient.

"How dare you!"

The sound of swords being drawn exploded all around as such disrespectful behavior instantly infuriated the hundred iron riders behind Zhao Yunheng.

Thump—

A muffled sound echoed, and in an instant, all the iron riders who had drawn their swords, along with their horses, were torn apart, turning into pools of blood and mud.

In a blink, only Zhao Yunheng and his son remained.

Zhao Jichang trembled, his face turning pale suddenly, momentarily at a loss for words.

"This indeed is the Song Residence, please forgive my subordinates for their ignorance, Superior Immortal," Zhao Yunheng said with a solemn face, dismounted protecting Zhao Jichang behind him, and bowed in apology.

"Superior Immortal, I hope you can spare our lives, considering we are descendants of the Zhao Family."

Hearing this, the man slowly narrowed his eyes, "You threaten me with a dead man?"

"Where is Court Immortal Zhao now?"

"Court Immortal Zhao? Court Immortal Zhao? Court Immortal Zhao!"

His tone became increasingly emphatic, echoing through the void, creating ripples in the air.

Boom—

Before the echo had faded, suddenly thick thunderclouds formed above the sky, transforming into an emotionless pair of Thundering Giant Eyes.

Deep within the eyes, a scene of Chaos surfaced with Yin Yang Dual Qi swirling around.

The instant the thunderclouds appeared, the man in the green robe's face turned pale, his expression dramatically altered.

Before he could speak, a Thundering Giant Sword descended from the sky, like a divine punishment, slashing down towards his head.

Hum—

Not far away, Zhao Yunheng only felt a breeze brush past his face, and when he opened his eyes again, the remnants of the Song Family were no more; only a bottomless abyss remained.

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The news of the Song Family's annihilation spread rapidly and within a few days had spread throughout Great Zhou, becoming the talk of the town among the rivers and lakes.

But the disturbances in the nearby countries' cultivation realms were far more dramatic than in the mundane world.

Just the fact that Fu Quanliang had crossed borders to kill Jiang Cunhu alone had stirred some reactions among the junior disciples of the nearby sects.