Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"It contains a universe, a Pseudo-Immortal's treasure?!"

Fang Jiong let go of his grip, his expression subtly changing as he immediately detected the clue, and the next instant, ecstasy surged in his eyes—such a wondrous treasure was likely rare even among those Pseudo-Immortals in the Holy Land.

"Elder, please follow me."

Without more words, Chu Zheng turned and stepped into the portal.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Jiong followed closely behind, the mere Spiritual Spring in his palm incapable of causing the slightest disturbance.

An endless wilderness lay before them, the pitch-black cracked earth crisscrossed and shimmering with heat waves.

As soon as he stepped into the Small World, Chu Zheng sensed something was off—the Spiritual Energy seemed much thinner compared to before.

"It indeed carries the aura of the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture..."

Fang Jiong's expression darkened, a serious look knitting his brows, as he sensed a hint of Immortal might within these traces.

The one who had acted was at least a Pseudo-Immortal-level powerhouse.

With his vast Divine Sense spreading out, Fang Jiong's eyes narrowed slightly as he scooped up Chu Zheng, then in a flash, they appeared in front of a cyan-robed skeleton.

Looking at the skeleton standing with a spear, Fang Jiong slowly examined the bright red spear beside it, his expression cold:

"It is indeed that traitor. No wonder back then, several Supreme beings exhausted their efforts in divination and still could not find his whereabouts—it turns out he was hiding in this Small World."

Chu Zheng's gaze nearly fixed on the Lihuo Spear, a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind—this was his only lifeline at the moment.

He suppressed the urgency in his heart and feigned innocence, as if not realizing the path: "Elder, do you recognize this person?"

"I never saw him with my own eyes, but since I joined the Holy Land, I've been fully aware of this traitor's affairs. This scoundrel is called Ye Yulou. Once bewitched by a demon, he betrayed his teacher and ancestors, taking the sect-defending secret scripture with him and never returning."

"In times of critical battles, the sect sent him countless messages, all of which vanished like stones sunk in the sea, leading to a major defeat and causing the Taixuan Sect to be scorned by all branches of the Human Race."

"Ten thousand years ago, our sect, being one of the Holy Lands, even had to close the Sect Gate and withdraw from the world. Such a person, who lay with beasts, has long been unworthy of being a disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, much less of cultivating the Divine Fire Scripture."

As he spoke, Fang Jiong reached out his hand, intending to touch the Lihuo Spear. After hesitating for an instant, he pushed Chu Zheng away:

"You go and bring that spear over, let this elder have a look—be gentle in your movements."

Spiritual Treasures would choose to seal themselves after their master's death, waiting to choose a new one. Since the Lihuo Spear still lay dormant, it indicated that its rightful master had not yet appeared, so there was no need to worry too much.

But a person's reputation can be intimidating, and Ye Yulou's fame was far more substantial than his notoriety. Possessing a Superior Immortal Bone and the Fire Spirit Body, he completed the Deification Nine Transformations by the age of six hundred, stepping into the Tongxuan Secret Realm.

This was nearly the most splendid moment since the founding of the Taixuan Sect. Before the calamity, no one doubted that Ye Yulou's future would surpass that of many ancestors, writing a new myth.

Even if he had fallen and consorted with a Demon King, such a powerful being would most likely leave countermeasures before death.

Following the instructions, Chu Zheng moved forward, his fingertips slowly brushing over the bright red spear before him.

[Lihuo Spear (Sixth Order): A True Spirit long slumbering, already awakened by your previous actions, has undergone a period of self-repair and is now almost restored to its peak. Upon hearing Fang Jiong's words, it is now on the brink of rage, forcibly suppressing its fury, waiting for you to reopen the portal and seek an escape. Repair (0/2)]

Reading the information provided by the panel, Chu Zheng retreated discreetly, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

He had not expected the Lihuo Spear, which had been dormant during his last visit, to have already been revived and even possessed such high intelligence that it could feign death.

"What are you dallying for?"

Fang Jiong's brows furrowed slightly, showing a trace of impatience:

"Hurry and bring it here!"

"Since this elder has passed away, it's best not to disturb him rashly..."

"He's just a dead man. You dared to take his cultivation technique from his body before, what are you afraid of now?"

Fang Jiong's gaze narrowed, his voice chilling as he pressed forward: "With this elder here, what are you afraid of? Even if he comes back to life this instant, I can protect you."

"That's what you said..."

Chu Zheng's fists slowly clenched as a murderous intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

He silently completed the last two repairs needed, and suddenly raised his hand, grabbing the blood-colored spear in front of him. He then swung his leg in a sweeping motion, forcefully launching the Lihuo Spear straight at Fang Jiong's face.

Fang Jiong's expression remained unchanged, a cold smile playing on his lips. He slightly tilted his head, effortlessly dodging the incoming bright red spear, reaching out to grab it.

In just a moment, Chu Zheng's gaze turned icy as he activated the Fire God Transformation, then burned all his blood and Qi, performing the Xuan Tian Seal for the first time, causing his aura to surge exponentially.

His hair stood on end, shining with a crimson divine light, and in the blink of an eye, he channeled all his Yuan Qi and mana into the Condensing Space Bracelet, creating a spatial portal behind him, and at the same time, he unleashed the divine skills it contained at Fang Jiong.

Space Condensing Art!

Fang Jiong's grasping hand slowed as the spatial portal appeared behind Chu Zheng, swallowing him whole.

Grabbing at empty air, Fang Jiong felt a sudden sense of doom, but before he could react, a piercing sonic boom sounded from behind, and a blinding flash of blood-red light illuminated the entire world.

...

...

The sky had darkened, and the silver moon hung high.

Thud—

Within the desolate forest, Chu Zheng rolled out from the spatial portal, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his chest and abdomen torn open. That one grasping attempt that didn't quite catch him just grazed him, nearly costing him his life.