Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"You know that's not what I mean," Song Lingxue frowned.

"Don't overthink it, I can handle it."

Chu Zheng's smile remained unfazed as he spoke gently, "I've found Ling Qing. She's just outside the hall. Wait a moment, and I'll bring her in."

Before his words had fallen, without waiting for Song Lingxue to speak, he had already vanished into the void.

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At Chu Zheng's level of cultivation, when he cast the Invisibility Technique, he could almost compare to a Tongxuan master, far surpassing his previous capabilities.

A moment later, he found Song Lingqing hiding in a shadowy corner.

It had been several years since they'd last seen each other, and her cultivation had improved significantly; she had already reached the Mid Entry Dao Realm. Although this was closely related to her True Immortal bloodline, she must have also endured many hardships over these years.

"Chu... Greetings, Taixuan Holy Master," Song Lingqing blurted out subconsciously the moment she saw Chu Zheng, but mid-sentence, she quickly corrected herself.

Times had changed, and now Chu Zheng had become the Holy Master, a cultivator of the Divine Transformation Realm. It was difficult to interact with him as casually as before.

Whether to call him Chu Zheng, Taixuan Holy Master, or brother-in-law—each title felt somewhat awkward now. If she had to choose, Taixuan Holy Master seemed to be the most appropriate.

"After just a few years, why the estrangement?"

Chu Zheng frowned slightly and reached out to grab Song Lingqing's wrist. He used the Invisibility Technique and directly led her into the hall.

Song Lingqing hesitated, her expression slightly stiff. She pursed her lips subconsciously and followed Chu Zheng somewhat woodenly, passing through various arrays and quickly entering an inner chamber.

"Sister."

After they became visible again, Song Lingqing called out softly with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Lingqing."

Seeing Song Lingqing, Song Lingxue's tightly knitted brows relaxed, and her eyes revealed a flicker of joy.

Just as she was about to speak, she hesitated for a moment and then turned to look at Chu Zheng:

"Ah Zheng, I have some matters I'd like to discuss alone with Lingqing. Could you...?"

"Alright."

Having heard this, Chu Zheng turned and left the chamber directly.

Seeing Song Lingqing's reaction just now, his presence would have been somewhat awkward.

After Chu Zheng left, Song Lingqing's tense body relaxed slightly.

"Lingqing, the day the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects ends is the day I will leave Cangyun," Song Lingxue inhaled deeply and spoke slowly, "There are some things for which I'd like to ask your help."

"You can speak frankly, sister," Song Lingqing nodded.

"In the end, Chu Zheng and I are husband and wife. Although there's little hope for us to meet again in this lifetime, I still have selfish desires..."

Song Lingxue's gaze dimmed: "As you have seen, there are more than a few people within Cangyun who harbor thoughts for Chu Zheng, so..."

Upon hearing this, Song Lingqing couldn't help but frown: "Sister, do you want me to keep an eye on him for you? Forgive my bluntness, but I... "

With her status, it would be very difficult to justify interfering with Chu Zheng finding someone new; she could not influence his thoughts.

"We've been sisters for more than a decade and know each other inside and out. There are some things I don't need to say for you to understand," Song Lingxue's demeanor regained its calmness: "After all, we are sisters, and I thought perhaps you could take my place..."

"Song Lingxue!"

Before she could finish, Song Lingqing interrupted her directly, her expression growing colder:

"What are you implying? Charity? Trying to appear generous? Do I need your charity?! Am I that despicable?!"

The chamber fell into a silence as quiet as death.

For Song Lingqing's outburst, Song Lingxue acted as if she hadn't heard: "When the time comes, father will also leave Cangyun with me, and the Song Family will only have you left here. If you encounter troubles that you cannot solve, do not stubbornly resist alone; if you need anything, Chu Zheng will not refuse you..."

"Enough!"

Song Lingqing shouted sharply, her eyes revealing a hint of red: "I don't need to rely on anyone. I will do my best to look after Chu Zheng for you, but I cannot control his own desires."

With those words, she had already turned and stepped out of the chamber, clearly no longer willing to speak with Song Lingxue.

Watching Song Lingqing's angry departure, Song Lingxue's gaze remained calm, without a ripple.

Having grown up together since childhood, how could she not understand Song Lingqing's temperament?

She seemed cold and detached, but in reality, she was proud, stubborn, and domineering—even carrying a trace of ruthlessness.

After all, having grown up together since childhood, Song Lingqing's reluctance to seek help from Chu Zheng did not mean Chu Zheng would not take it upon himself to act.

If she didn't make things clear today, no one could predict how the relationship between these two would develop in the future.

And Song Lingqing's intense reaction just now seemed to confirm some of her suspicions. If she truly didn't care, she wouldn't have had such a strong reaction.

Now, with the words spoken today, even if Song Lingqing really developed any feelings for Chu Zheng in the future, she wouldn't be able to get past this barrier she had set for herself.

She had no right to meddle in Chu Zheng's thoughts, but that didn't mean she couldn't actively snuff out any potential sparks that might arise.

Chu Zheng could only belong to her, no matter if it was her blood-related sister, there was no room for negotiation.

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"What's happened?"

Outside the secret chamber, watching Song Lingqing storm out in anger, Chu Zheng could not help but feel somewhat puzzled for a moment.

He seemed to have never seen Song Lingqing so angry before. Even when her Immortal Bone was shattered and her path to cultivation was cut off, Song Lingqing didn't exhibit as clear emotional turbulence as she did at this moment.

Song Lingqing stopped in her tracks, trying to calm her slightly ragged breathing, looking at Chu Zheng not too far away, her eyes subconsciously dodging his gaze.

She didn't understand why, at that moment, she had such an intense reaction, as if she had experienced an unprecedented humiliation and embarrassment.

"Sister still needs the Holy Master's care. I have to prepare for the tournament and shall not disturb you further."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Song Lingqing bowed with a fist and hurried away.

What was this all about?

Chu Zheng couldn't suppress his curiosity and entered the secret chamber:

"What did you actually say to her? To cause such a reaction?"

"Nothing much, perhaps she learned that father wants to leave with me and is reluctant to part," Song Lingxue replied, her face also full of confusion, accompanied by a light and somewhat helpless sigh,

"I've never really known what she's thinking sometimes."

Seeing this, Chu Zheng did not press further, softly saying:

"You stay here at ease, I still have some matters to attend to."

"Shenmu Pavilion?" Song Lingxue instantly realized something.

"Getting some understanding beforehand is always right," Chu Zheng replied offhandedly, then turned and left.

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ascension Tower.

The most luxurious place in Wanlong City, frequented exclusively by the Pride of the Holy Land and the Great Sect's Divine Children.

Here Jadescent Nectar wafted for miles. If a mortal took just one whiff, they could extend their life, cure all diseases, and if a common cultivator could have just one sip, their cultivation would greatly advance.

For various reasons, anyone who could host a feast in Ascension Tower was no ordinary person.

Within a private room on the top floor,

Eighteen Spiritual Dishes were lined up on a jade table, their juices imbued with profound Spiritual Light.

Just this one meal could deplete the entire wealth of a small sect.

Chu Zheng scanned the table without pausing, then looked up intently at the woman sitting across the table, his gaze sharp as a knife,

"How did you know I like these kinds of objects?"

"I learned from the information I bought with Floral Spirit Stones that the Holy Master likes antiques, so I searched for one to present to you. Your information isn't cheap; it cost me a whole one hundred thousand High-Quality Spirit Stones," Ye Yujiao was candid in her response, which surprised Chu Zheng.

At first glance, Ye Yujiao was not yet twenty, dressed in a long green gown, her delicate features framed by brows like crescent moons, her clear and bright eyes looking forth, dark hair adorned with accessories that twinkled with Spiritual Light, far from mundane.

At this moment, her forearms rested on the jade table, the loose sleeves sliding down her slender arms to reveal part of her alabaster wrists, as she calmly looked at Chu Zheng.

"State your purpose."

Chu Zheng's expression remained calm, his gaze surveying the woman before him with a hint of scrutiny.

"I wish to ask the Taixuan Holy Master to marry me. From this day forth, the Shenmu Pavilion is willing to advance or retreat together with Taixuan," Ye Yujiao said, causing Chu Zheng's expression to change.