Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Song Lingqing was suddenly lost in thought when she abruptly encountered Chu Zheng's sweeping gaze, and instinctively lowered her head in slight surprise.

"Follow me."

A familiar voice echoed in her mind, causing a flicker of confusion in Song Lingqing's eyes as she looked up.

The reason she had ended up here was intentionally orchestrated by Chu Zheng, who had detected Song Lingqing's presence using the Heavenly Divination Technique.

Chu Zheng's gaze wandered, surveying the crowd around him before quickly leading a group of Taixuan disciples toward the center of Wanlong City.

The Biluo Sect had already prepared places for the great Holy Lands and True Immortal Noble Families to rest.

Chu Zheng had not directly contacted Song Lingqing; she was to participate in the tournament, and any meeting had to be conducted away from the crowd.

Now, Taixuan had many enemies, with Tai Xu Holy Land being the foremost, potentially implicating Song Lingqing in their conflicts.

Regardless of their views, Tai Xu too was a Holy Land, with many disciples participating in the tournament; it was uncertain if they would employ some unexpected tactics.

Song Lingqing silently followed the group from Taixuan Holy Land toward the center of Wanlong City.

Midway, several cultivators emerged from both sides of the road, blocking the path of the Taixuan group.

"Taixuan Holy Master, please hold."

A middle-aged man dressed in a green long robe bowed politely, "I am Xiang Jue from Shenmu Pavilion, delaying the Holy Master for a moment, please forgive me."

Shenmu Pavilion...

Chu Zheng was momentarily stunned before he remembered that recently, it was the Pavilion Master's daughter, Ye Yujiao, who had bought information about him.

After glancing at Xiang Jue, Chu Zheng frowned slightly, "What is it?"

Xiang Jue's cultivation had reached the Divine Infant Fourth Transformation, already a rare expert in today's Cangyun.

He did not yet fully understand the Shenmu Pavilion, but sending a Divine Transformation realm cultivator as a messenger indicated significant influence.

"My young mistress has long admired the Holy Master, and has specially prepared a humble gift for you, which I am here to deliver; I hope the Holy Master will kindly accept."

Xiang Jue bowed and presented a jade box with both hands.

Upon seeing this, waves of Divine Sense fluctuations stirred around as many cultivators began to discuss quietly.

'What does Shenmu Pavilion want? To form ties with Taixuan Holy Land? Who is this young mistress of Shenmu Pavilion?'

'The Taixuan Holy Master is young yet shows signs of Becoming an Immortal; forming connections is understandable.'

'I heard that a few years ago, the Pavilion Master of Shenmu Pavilion had a daughter, a precious child, yet she has not been introduced to the public.'

'Inside Shenmu Pavilion, there are countless Pill Masters. Apart from the former glory of Taixuan, it is already the largest Alchemy Dao Sect in Cangyun. If the two families form a marriage alliance, Taixuan receiving their support would be akin to adding wings to a tiger, and a dragon riding the clouds, probably a delightful tale in the Southern Region.'

'I wonder what gift they've brought; Shenmu Pavilion is known for its wealth; this must certainly be a remarkable treasure!'

Amidst whispers, Chu Zheng immediately took the jade box into his hands and opened it in front of everyone.

Many cultivators, fearing to offend Chu Zheng, did not dare to extend their Divine Sense, all craning their necks, unable to peel their eyes away.

Inside the foot-long jade box was only a palm-sized porcelain piece, plain and ordinary, even stained with grime left by the years.

Many cultivators around were perplexed and hesitant.

Was Shenmu Pavilion provoking them?

Chu Zheng was young, but he was nonetheless a Holy Master; presenting such a shabby gift as an introduction was almost an insult.

[Floating Light Bottle (Eighth Order/Incomplete): Middle Quality Immortal Treasure, gathers the light of stars, condenses the liquid of the vast sky, can gather Immortal Spirit Liquid, accommodates myriad things in the universe, assists in cultivation; shattered during a major battle, some remnants of Immortal Qi remain, extractable.]

Fragments of Immortal Treasure...

Chu Zheng restrained the flash of murderous intent in his eyes, a myriad of possibilities tumbling through his mind.

An ordinary person wouldn't send such a gift, what exactly did Ye Yujiao's information contain?!

The repair panel was his greatest secret, unknown even to Song Lingxue; if it leaked, he would have to contain the information within the smallest scope possible and, if unavoidable, even consider leaving Cangyun earlier than planned.

Although his emotions were nearly boiling over, Chu Zheng's expression remained calm. He casually stored the jade box and asked in a gentle tone:

"Did your young mistress say anything else?"

"My young mistress says, if you are willing to accept this gift, then two days from now, please go to the 'Ascension Tower.' She has prepared some light refreshments in wait, and she holds something you might be interested in, hoping you would honor her with your presence."

"In two days, I will attend the meeting,"

Chu Zheng suppressed the odd look in his eyes, and spoke lightly, "Make way."

Xiang Jue bowed again and led the group of Shenmu Pavilion cultivators away.

To the side, Song Lingxue displayed a hint of worry in her eyes. Standing closest to Chu Zheng, she had observed his expression since hearing about the Shenmu Pavilion's young mistress's long-standing admiration."

Thus, she keenly caught the fleeting murderous intent on Chu Zheng's face.

Clearly, Chu Zheng had encountered trouble again.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

For the remainder of the journey, Chu Zheng did not speak again, leading the group of disciples straight into the hall belonging to Taixuan Holy Land.

Within the grand hall, several hundred chambers were divided out, each equipped with a Spirit Gathering Array, a jade couch, some ordinary low-grade elixirs, and a copy of the rules handbook for the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, all essentials provided.

After settling the disciples, Song Lingxue quietly asked:

"Is this Shenmu Pavilion, very troublesome?"

"Why, don't you trust me?" Chu Zheng grinned, his eyes clear and devoid of any odd shade.