Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

She could faintly sense a warm energy fluctuation in her lower abdomen, like the warm sun of spring, nourishing her body.

The rapid progression of her cultivation in these recent days was inextricably linked to it.

The origin of this energy was not difficult to conjecture...

The only pity was that the broken wall was too small, not even leaving behind a complete diagram of the cultivation route.

Now, Song Lingxue was doing her utmost to comprehend and explore but could only find the cultivation method of the Yuan Aura Realm.

The path ahead was still shrouded in fog.

Li Mingzhou calmed his feelings and asked, "What do you plan to do next?"

"To transmit the method of turning Qi Condensation into Aura to the Great Grandmasters, I may not be able to accomplish it, but perhaps someone else can," Song Lingxue responded, her senses returning. There is no lack of extraordinary figures in the world, those with unique talents, just like Chu Zheng.

The future she could not see might be visible to someone else.

"Girl," Li Mingzhou said with a solemn look and a long sigh, "You are young and not thorough in your considerations. The hearts of people in this world are unpredictable, and what you intend to do is quite dangerous."

"Great Zhou is not as simple as it seems on the surface. If there truly is a future for the Martial Path, it will be troublesome for those Hidden Immortal Sects, do you understand? Perhaps many people will die, and you might even jeopardize yourself."

At this point, Li Mingzhou sighed softly again, "You are still young, there is a long road ahead of you..."

"Someone once told me that everyone eventually dies, whether heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."

Song Lingxue's eyelids drooped slightly, "The Immortal Sects regard me like an ant, but I don't want to be a feather, nor do I wish to reach my deathbed and find that my life was full of mediocrity, having wasted my time."

"Before, I only wanted to live for the Song Family, but now my sister has died, my father is sick with worry, and the Song Family is no more, I want to find a new way to live..."

In the past, she had to consider many things and could endure a lot for the sake of the Song Family.

But now, the Song Family was no more.

Song Lingxue swallowed the words she wanted to say next, fire spreading in the depth of her eyes, growing more intense.

If there came a day when her Martial Path reached its peak, when she could soar above the clouds...

The Night Light Pavilion... the Phantom Spirit Sect...

All the great Immortal Sects of the world...

Would die...

"Then wait a little longer."

Li Mingzhou stopped advising her and his expression turned cold:

"When I've achieved turning Qi into Aura, I'll pass on this method in my name, and I'll take the brunt of the first strike that comes for you."

"How could this be? Governor Li, you have already been so generous to me..." Song Lingxue was taken aback by Li Mingzhou's words and her expression changed slightly.

She wasn't unaware of the dangers involved, but if she wanted to quickly find out if there was a future for the Martial Path, some risks had to be taken.

"You are not influential enough, while I still carry some weight in the secular Martial World, people will be more willing to try if I release it," Li Mingzhou said, waving his hand dismissively. Without waiting for Song Lingxue to speak, he turned and walked away:

"You have more talent than I do, and are still so young. The path you can walk on the Martial Path is longer and farther than mine."

"I am nearing a hundred years, half in the grave already. If I can block a calamity for you, it's worth it."

"Rest well. I will send someone to bring you some old medicine later, to replenish your energy and blood."

As Song Lingxue watched Li Mingzhou's retreating figure growing more distant, her eyes were complex, and she bowed in gratitude.

Without Li Mingzhou, she would never have obtained that piece of broken wall, nor would she have the strength she had now.

This was a favor from heaven.

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......

Around noon, when the sun was high in the sky, not a single ray of sunlight penetrated, blocked by layers of clouds.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, stirring up a sky full of dust and making the atmosphere even more oppressive.

This battlefield was personally demarcated by the Holy Land, spanning tens of thousands of miles, desolate with no human presence—a space enough for two Sects to engage in a bloody battle.

The arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released.

In front of the Phantom Spirit Sect's main camp, a figure approached at a leisurely pace.

When he was still over two hundred paces from the camp, Fu Quanliang suddenly heard an explosive yell:

"Halt! Who goes there?!"

"Fu Quanliang!"

Fu Quanliang called back loudly and through the Life-link Seal, he secretly communicated with Chu Zheng:

"Right now, my reputation outside is too prominent. Later, I will surely be thoroughly questioned by the elders. Have you thought of a way to deal with this?"

After speaking, he became somewhat nervous, "What I fear is the Soul-Confusing Technique."

Han Yuliang was the leader for this battle, with all the dispatching on the battlefield following his arrangements.

With Fu Quanliang's rising fame, his entry into the camp for battle would definitely be subject to a quite stringent inspection.

As a Great Cultivator of the Soul Condensation Realm, his Divine Soul being too powerful, and with the Phantom Spirit Technique employed, he had no slightest resistance and might likely expose Chu Zheng's secrets.

"Just do whatever you need to do. I have a plan in mind,"

After Chu Zheng whispered this through their communication, there was no further sound.

The Life-link Seal had significant limitations; a Qi Cultivator could only use it on one living being. As a Divine Skill, it naturally entailed much more than the simple idea of dying and living together.

A seasoned Qi Cultivator has many techniques targeting the Divine Soul. The Life-link Seal, ensuring dependency and vital safety, would naturally have had precautions taken against it long ago.

If Fu Quanliang's spirit ever faltered, every single memory related to Chu Zheng, no matter how significant or trivial, would be sealed.

This was to protect the master.

Chu Zheng, the person, would instantly vanish from Fu Quanliang's world, as if he had never been there.

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In front of the camp.

Hearing of Fu Quanliang's arrival, Han Yuliang came out in person.

He scrutinized the Outer Sect Disciple who had recently become notorious.

In the Initial Stage of Spirit Spring, his aura was rich and solid, with not the slightest hint of being artificially enhanced by elixirs. It was a steady and solid progress.

Strictly speaking, Fu Quanliang was still one of the Han Family, and the more potential he had, the more beneficial it was for them.

However, with the great battle imminent, Han Yuliang did not take him lightly.

After verifying Fu Quanliang's identity according to the procedure, he used the Phantom Spirit Technique to probe his mind and soul, inquiring about Fu Quanliang's recent history.

"Have you been to Tianhe Sect?"

"I have," Fu Quanliang replied woodenly.

"What did you do there?" Han Yuliang pressed.

"I did business to earn some Spirit Stones, but I was disrupted by someone from the Night Light Pavilion..."

"Was it you who killed the Night Light Pavilion's Outer Sect Elder Lai Baojiang?"

Fu Quanliang looked stiff, as if lost in memory. After a long moment, he nodded, "He attacked me with his sword... but then I kicked his head off."

Hiss—

As these words came out, many elders around them couldn't help but inhale sharply.

A direct confrontation with a Spirit Spring cutting through the Entry Path turned out to be true.

And it had happened to someone with Lower Quality Immortal Bone, which was utterly inconceivable.

"Did you obtain an Immortal Treasure?"

"No."

Han Yuliang asked him a few more questions and, after confirming that Fu Quanliang was clear, he let him into the camp.

Seeing Fu Quanliang pass safely, Chu Zheng from a distance let out a sigh of relief.

After weighing his options for a long time, he decided to stay on the sidelines, ready to act, and not to risk entering the Phantom Spirit Sect's main camp.

Right now, his cultivation level was a bit too dangerous in front of a group of Soul Condensation Realm Cultivators.

In fact, this battlefield had attracted many Loose Cultivators besides Chu Zheng, and there were not a few who harbored the same thoughts as him.