Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Actually, the moment Chu Zheng learned about the existence of the Immortal Bone, he had wanted to do this.

However, he couldn't possibly ask Song Lingqing to strip down at that time, so this moment was a fulfillment of his wishes.

[Fu Quanliang (Zeroth Order): Heart has a hidden disease, will not live past fifty years old, indulged excessively recently, Qi is deficient and body is weak, can be repaired.]

The instant he made contact with Fu Quanliang, Chu Zheng knew his health condition. With his current level as a First Order Repair Master, he could instantly heal him completely without even using up a repair attempt.

What surprised him was that the first state of Immortal Path, Nourishing Power, was also considered Zeroth Order in the panel's judgment.

By that reasoning, First Order corresponded to the Second Realm of the Immortal Path, Spirit Spring.

The cultivation technique passed down within the Song Family that Song Lingxue had previously brought to him could actually reach up to the Second Realm of the Immortal Path, which was quite inconceivable.

Chu Zheng asked some probing questions and learned a bit about the internal affairs of the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Fu Quanliang came from poverty, with relatives still at home waiting for him to bring honor to the family, yet even after entering the Immortal Path, he remained at the lower levels.

To stay in the sect, he had to expend great effort on missions, exhausting himself to death, and the contributions he accumulated were barely enough.

The living conditions within the Immortal Sect were equally harsh, and due to differences in Immortal Bone and cultivation, the hierarchy became more pronounced and utterly insurmountable.

Having a Lower Quality Immortal Bone meant being considered lower than others.

The luxuries Fu Quanliang enjoyed at the Song Residence were something he didn't dare dream about within the Phantom Spirit Sect.

From beginning to end, Song Lingxue had been silently watching, not interjecting.

The moment Chu Zheng asked Fu Quanliang to take off his clothes, she had initially wanted to leave, but upon hearing the words "Immortal Bone," her feet seemed rooted to the ground, her gaze unable to move away.

The result was quite disappointing for Song Lingxue; at least she couldn't make out anything.

After finishing his inquiries, Chu Zheng turned and left. As for whether Fu Quanliang would flee, he wasn't the least bit worried.

If he were going to run, Fu Quanliang would have fled long ago.

This was a man who could clearly see the situation; waiting for death was almost his best choice.

"What's your name?"

A voice inquired from behind.

"Chu Zheng."

Chu Zheng didn't stop walking and casually gave his name.

"Get the Dancing Girl back for me."

Fu Quanliang once again filled his glass to the brim, drank it all in one gulp, and said slightly tipsy:

"Please."

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"Why?"

Seeing that Chu Zheng really did get the Dancing Girl back for Fu Quanliang, Song Lingxue was puzzled for a moment.

From Chu Zheng's behavior just now, he didn't seem to like Fu Quanliang much, so why tolerate him?

"To live another day is another day, let him be."

Chu Zheng shook his head. He had already gained a preliminary understanding of the situation around him, and on Fu Quanliang, he had another strategic move to make, which was quite crucial.

"Chu Zheng, it's not external skills talent, is it?"

Song Lingxue whispered, "Even if your external skills were stronger, you could not possibly be a match for someone from the Immortal Sect. Do you also have an Immortal Bone? Did Ling Qing teach you Immortal Techniques before she left?"

There were so many anomalies about Chu Zheng that she found it impossible to ignore.

"I'm just a mortal."

Chu Zheng shook his head, casually broke off a branch from a roadside tree, and under the setting sun, the faint yellow glow on the branch deepened, eventually reflecting a dazzling golden light.

Casually tossing the Golden Branch to Song Lingxue, Chu Zheng spoke slowly:

"There won't be any shortage of gold and silver in the future; give Fu Quanliang whatever he wants."

Feeling the heavy weight in her hands, Song Lingxue's face suddenly changed:

"Is this Immortal Technique, or is it a Blinding Method?"

"It's Divine Skills."

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In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

The moon hung high in the sky, the gentle moonlight seeped through the clouds, covering the green stone slabs, and the stars in the night sky shone like a sea.

A surging Moonlight descended from the Ninth Heaven, landing beside Chu Zheng, the invisible radiance vaguely forming a layer of precious gauze, draping over his shoulders.

This marked the first hundred days of Chu Zheng's Qi Refining, also the beginning of being a Qi Cultivator.

After tonight, he would be truly called a Qi Cultivator.

The Moonlight entered his body, immediately causing a transformation unlike any other day; Chu Zheng's chest heaved, his breathing grew even deeper, the Qi inside his body violently stirred, gradually altering his physique.

Qi Refining was essentially refining one's body, continually improving one's harmony with the universe, thus increasing the speed of one's cultivation.

Natural born Spiritual Awakeners could even achieve the Immortal Path in a single day, transform into immortals, and this is the Method of Qi Refining.

The Spirit Transformation Realm is the first stage of Qi Refining. At this stage, a qualitative transformation occurs in the human body; the Spirit Soul and all bodily responses are greatly enhanced.

The greatest change is the nurturing of tangible Qi within the Dantian.

Although there was Qi in Chu Zheng's body in the past, it was intangible and could not be summoned, only passively used to strengthen the body. This tangible Qi, however, was entirely different.

Chu Zheng could use it as a medium to exhibit various Divine Skills, control objects from a distance, expel breath to kill, traverse the heavens and earth, transform into the invisible, and even achieve immortality …

In the Spirit Transformation Realm, one lives for three Yuan, each Yuan lasting two cycles of sixty years, totaling three hundred and sixty years.

In the blink of an eye, the moon set in the west, and the great sun rose from the east, a burst of vibrant Yang Essence spilled into the universe.

Chu Zheng exhaled a long breath of Turbid Qi and then suddenly inhaled, with his chest and lungs expanding, swallowing this first thread of the Essence of the Great Sun.

In an instant, Yin and Yang harmonized, and a miraculous transformation occurred inside Chu Zheng's body; a pale white Qi slowly emerged from within his Dantian.

At the same time, Chu Zheng's bones crackled crisply, and as he breathed, a visible gray mist emanated from his pores.

His physical body underwent another transformation, his hair crazily grew, passing his waist in a blink of an eye — a sign of the burgeoning Yang Essence.

By noon, Chu Zheng had finally completed his thorough transformation, successfully stepping onto the path of Qi Refining.

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Two days later, at noon.

A streak of light fell from the sky, stopping in the backyard of the Song Family Residence.

Fu Quanliang inside the house instantly had a premonition, his face instantly turned pale, and he stepped into the courtyard in one stride.

There was now an additional middle-aged man in the courtyard, nearly forty years old, dressed in a black robe, armed with a long sword, expressionless.

A Spirit Spring Realm Cultivator!

Fu Quanliang became unsettled as he sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the man.

As his breathing grew hurried, a familiar transmitted message suddenly rang in his ears:

"Ask him if he is the only one who came."

The intense crisis of life and death made Fu Quanliang appear somewhat frantic; he disregarded everything else, strode forward boldly, and demanded fiercely:

"Are you alone?"

"I have already given you a great honor by dealing with you myself. Why would I need a second person?"

The man spoke indifferently, his long sword behind him clanging, ready to be drawn, the sound sharp and piercing: "Kneel and accept death; I'll make it swift."

The smile on Fu Quanliang's face gradually broadened, even looking a bit ferocious:

"Just you alone, and still making such a big show, as if fearing others won't know, are all in the Night Light Pavilion as foolish as you?"