Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Taixuan..."

Fu Quanliang chewed on these somewhat familiar characters, his expression suddenly changed slightly as he looked at Chu Zheng, as if seeking confirmation, and asked,

"The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture?!"

Chu Zheng nodded, his expression filled with some helplessness. The experiences of these past days had been too intense, and he didn't know where to start.

Facing Fu Quanliang, Geng Yiyang did not have the patience that Chu Zheng had, as he rather brusquely captured his mind and directly asked,

"The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, have you spread it outside?"

Fu Quanliang shook his head blankly, "No."

Hearing this, Geng Yiyang withdrew his hand and no longer spoke, taking Chu Zheng and leaving the Phantom Spirit Sect directly.

The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture had not been leaked; the rest was just minor details, not worth his concern.

At this moment, he was in a hurry to chase leads on You Ziyun's Corpse Bone and didn't have the mind to waste time on something so useless.

Fu Quanliang regained his wits, his brows throbbing uncontrollably, his head throbbing with pain:

"Taixuan Holy Land..."

His memory still lingered on that moment, and after clarifying his situation, he looked at Chu Zheng beside him, his expression momentarily dazed:

Had he ascended to the heavens in one step and directly entered the Holy Land?

Even if its fame was not prominent, a Holy Land was still a Holy Land, at the very least having a Pseudo-Immortal of the Tongxuan Secret Realm at its helm.

This old man moved in and out of the Phantom Spirit Sect as if it were no man's land; not even a cultivator with Nine Transformations of Divine Infant could achieve this, he had to be a Pseudo-Immortal without a doubt.

The Holy Land, which many with Middle Quality Immortal Bones could not enter, how had he, with his lowest of the Low Quality Immortal Bones, entered so inexplicably?

Soon, he realized something, and turned his head to look at Chu Zheng, his gaze gradually becoming complex.

In the normal sects, a leak of cultivation technique would generally result in death, and the rules of the Holy Land were naturally even stricter.

He was still alive, likely, he thought, thanks to Chu Zheng. For a moment, he was torn, not knowing whether he should be happy.

Every encounter with Chu Zheng refreshed his understanding; a mere cultivator from the Spirit Spring Realm had already made contact with a Pseudo-Immortal standing at the peak of this world and had even gained his favor...

What kind of legend was this?

Seeing Fu Quanliang's changing expression, Chu Zheng glanced at Geng Yiyang and tentatively transmitted a message privately through the Life-link Seal, cursing softly a few times.

Geng Yiyang did not react at all, and Chu Zheng let out a slight sigh of relief,

"In the Taixuan Holy Land, cultivate peacefully and don't think too much. When the time is right, I will come to find you. Help me take care... never mind, just take good care of yourself."

Chu Zheng had originally wanted Fu Quanliang to keep an eye on Song Lingxue and Li Mingzhou along with other Great Grandmasters, but considering Fu Quanliang's capabilities, he decided it was better not to mention it.

"I understand."

Fu Quanliang's throat was a bit dry, and he responded slowly, "Thank you."

Chu Zheng had given him a lot of help, but what he had received in return was miniscule.

What he could do for Chu Zheng now was very limited; some debts of gratitude would have to be repaid later when the opportunity arose.

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"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

While rushing on his way, a whisper came from the void, and a figure emerged with slow steps. Dressed in a white robe, he was no older than thirty, with a handsome appearance and a slightly pale complexion. He stood upon auspicious clouds, casting a seven-colored auspicious light above in the sky.

"Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. May I ask which holy land you come from?" the man gently spoke, giving his greetings.

"Taixuan Holy Land, Geng Yiyang."

"It turns out to be True Lord Yi Yang in person. Please forgive the junior for any disrespect."

The man in white looked slightly startled and bowed halfway, introducing himself, "Tai Xu Holy Land, Zhou Zili, has seen True Lord Yi Yang."

When he had entered Tong Xuan, the Taixuan Holy Land had already faded into obscurity long ago, but the title of True Lord Yi Yang was known among the major holy lands thousands of years ago.

A figure who, through the method of extending life, had lived to this era from ancient times.

In today's Southern Region, the oldest Pseudo-Immortal, apart from Geng Yiyang, no other exists.

Geng Yiyang's expression was utterly untroubled as he said indifferently, "Why do you block my way?"

Zhou Zili glanced at Chu Zheng and another person behind Geng Yiyang, recalling the deductions made within his own holy land previously, his expression suddenly changed, and he asked with some suspicion:

"May I ask True Lord Yi Yang, few days ago my Tai Xu Holy Land's envoy Ling Qi suddenly perished in this vicinity. Our elders deduced from the heavens that they saw a divine fire. Do you know anything about this matter?"

"This man was killed by me."

Geng Yiyang's expression was indifferent, "He killed Fang Jiong, the vice head of the Punishment Hall of my Taixuan Holy Land. I therefore left seclusion and acted to end his life, repaying the blood debt."

Before his words fell, Chu Zheng looked at Geng Yiyang in slight surprise. How had this old man known his thoughts beforehand?

Although there were some discrepancies, what Geng Yiyang had just said was not too far from what he had initially thought.

The only difference was that he had previously thought Fang Jiong had killed Ling Qi and then, suffering from severe injuries, had died from them.

Chu Zheng had not expected that Geng Yiyang would openly acknowledge this matter. Was this act intended to shield him from disaster?

The bluntness of Geng Yiyang caught Zhou Zili unprepared, and his expression visibly darkened:

"True Lord Yi Yang... How can I believe merely on your word alone?"

No longer referring to himself as the junior, his eyes flickered with disfavor.

Geng Yiyang stood tall, his expression cold, his tone indifferent:

"Whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"Today, I uncovered some old affairs. Should I find out that this matter is related to your Tai Xu, I will boil the Tai Xu River and summon divine fire to burn down the foundation of your holy land."

Before his words fell, he whispered again, "I have pressing matters. If you block my path again today, I will slay you along with the others."

The regard Geng Yiyang held for Chu Zheng was not without reason.

From the Lihuo Spear, he had learned that Chu Zheng had attained the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture mere months ago.

This meant Chu Zheng had stepped onto the path of immortality less than a year ago. Such talent, even Superior Immortal Bone cannot compare.

Less than a year, and already in the late Spirit Spring Realm. In ten years, at least above Entry Dao Realm, eligible to contest the top ten positions in the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects.

Geng Yiyang cared little for the quality of immortal bones; he himself had only a Middle Quality Immortal Bone, and with a constitution inclined to fire, inherited the previous generation's Fire Seed, and was still at the Tongxuan Peak today.

The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture does not place high importance on one's natural quality; having a Middle Quality Immortal Bone is sufficient, High Quality is better, but it's also fine without it.

Chu Zheng's talent justified his current actions.

Moreover, the sword marks on You Ziyun's Corpse Bone were of the water element, while Tai Xu Holy Land is particularly proficient in the way of water, which had already been within his suspicions.

"Geng Yiyang… calling you 'True Monarch' gives you a touch of courtesy, do you then regard yourself as unbeatable in this world?"

Zhou Zili's expression regained composure, his tone slightly cold:

"Do you think this is a thousand millennia ago? I indeed wish to see, how a piece of nearly expired dead wood can slay me?!"