Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Struggling to find any clues, Chu Zheng could only temporarily put them to the back of his mind, sensing the Five Elements Immortal Bone at the back of his head, a trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

With this Immortal Bone, his situation was about to undergo an earth-shattering reversal, and the identity of a Qi Cultivator was given an almost perfect shell.

Five Elements into Yin and Yang, Chu Zheng's current mana was of an extraordinarily high quality, far exceeding that of cultivators in the Entry Dao Realm and was on par with Soul Condensing Monks.

If before, in the face of a Soul Condensing Realm Cultivator, he still needed to rely on heavenly might, now there was no longer any need for that.

Now that he had the Immortal Bone, Chu Zheng had a way out, at this moment he truly could walk under the sun and no longer needed to hide his presence and conceal his shape like before.

By this moment, he finally had some means to protect himself.

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In the eastern part of the Southern Region, there was a cultivation kingdom, with middle to high-quality Spirit Veins spread throughout its underground, jointly controlled by three large Immortal Sects.

Behind these great sects stood the Heavenly Throne Holy Land, one of the Five Great Holy Lands; each year, seventy percent of the city's taxes were submitted to Heavenly Throne, and the remaining thirty percent was equally divided among the three great sects.

The Immortal Marketplace was bustling and vibrant, extremely splendid and prosperous.

In a tavern, over ten young cultivators were gathered in an elegant room chatting idly, most of them of exceptional status, and a few donned the garb of Holy Land disciples, exuding an indescribable noble air.

A young man in blue sat in the place of honor, his well-defined fingers fidgeting with a Jade Cup, his expression indifferent, not involving himself in the conversations around him.

"These days, that Chu Zheng seems to have become much quieter, no news of him, probably out of fear of the great Holy Lands, hiding somewhere and cultivating in peace."

"The man is indeed of monstrous talent, truly a freak of nature. Given time, he is bound to become a major figure, though it's a pity he might not live long enough to see that day, he will be rooted out sooner or later."

"There's a rumor within the Holy Lands that his cultivation, although just entering the Dao, can already contend with Soul Condensing Monks, even those of the Mid-Stage Soul Condensing Realm may not be his match."

In the midst of idle talk, several cultivators turned the topic to the recently famous Chu Zheng.

An unexpected rise always attracts attention, especially when the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was fast approaching.

During the conversation, the gazes of several naturally drifted toward the man in blue in the place of honor, and they asked with a hint of curiosity:

"Senior Brother Shen, what do you think of this person?"

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The Jade Cup tapped on the tabletop, making a crisp ringing sound.

"Mid-Stage Soul Condensing, also has disparities."

The blue-robed cultivator said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Under my hand, he won't last three rounds and would be slain."

For a Soul Condensing Monk of his Holy Land background, fighting against someone of the same realm and killing loose cultivators from the outside world was as easy as reaching into a bag, even without having to use his trump card techniques.

In his eyes, no matter how strong, they were still just Entry Dao Realm cultivators at the end of the day, merely relying on some tricks to compete with loose cultivators.

"Chu Zheng?!"

Before he finished speaking, an exclamation sounded not far away.

The blue-robed man cast his gaze in that direction, his annoyance blending in, and upon clearly seeing the scene below, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

In the middle of the long street, there was a throng of people, yet a large open space was cleared at the center.

In the center of the open space, a black-clad youth stood, appearing to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with a lean figure, bright eyes, his hair untied and casually draped over his back, jet-black and glossily sharp, brimming with vibrant youthful energy.

Looking at the tavern in front of him, Chu Zheng glanced over the Hidden Dragon List and said slowly:

"Hidden Dragon List number three hundred seventy-five, from Heavenly Throne Holy Land, Shen Chuanjiang, are you here?"

Feeling the gazes from all around, Chu Zheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi, and it was as if only now did he truly step into the sunlight for the first time.

Basking in the sunlight and feeling everyone's eyes on him, his heart was indescribably exhilarating, and the bottleneck of the Jade Bone Mid-Stage seemed to have loosened slightly.

For the first time, he stood up openly and announced his name to the people of this world.

All around silence ensued, no one responded, no one anticipated that under the external circumstance of being wanted like rain, Chu Zheng would dare to appear so brazenly in the marketplace, even to the point of calling out one of the prides of the Holy Land.

"Is that man Chu Zheng?"

"Why does he still look like a child?"

A group of young cultivators above the tavern were the first to react, discussing among themselves, but none responded to Chu Zheng.

No matter what the external circumstances were, Chu Zheng remained the Chief Disciple of True Transmission from the Taixuan Holy Land; in terms of status and identity, the only person present who could respond to him was Shen Chuanjiang.

For anyone else to rashly interject would be disrespectful to Shen Chuanjiang.

Feeling everyone's gaze upon him, Shen Chuanjiang's eyes flickered, and in the next instant, his figure appeared on the long street.

Chu Zheng sized up the young man before him, whose appearance was like polished jade, and spoke in a calm voice, "You want to kill me?"

As sensitive as the spiritual perception of a Qi Cultivator was, Shen Chuanjiang sensed the killing intent on Chu Zheng the moment they met. Although it was faint and fleeting, he still caught it.

"Mid Entry Dao Realm... Have you had another breakthrough?" Shen Chuanjiang's gaze hardened, and a trace of shock crossed his eyes.

The news of Chu Zheng's foundation in the Entry Path was, at most, only a few months old, and now upon meeting again, he had already made another breakthrough.

Moreover, a tower rises from the ground; one needs to put forth their greatest effort to solidify their Dao Foundation in the Entry Dao Realm.

Even the most monstrous geniuses would spend decades in this realm to polish their Dao Foundation; no cultivator would forcibly advance their cultivation at this stage. Most advances came naturally.

Chu Zheng did not look like a fool who would ruin his own prospects, so this kind of speed was even more alarming.

"What are you doing here?"

Shen Chuanjiang barely suppressed the shock and suspicion in his heart and spoke in a deep voice, still somewhat unclear about Chu Zheng's purpose.

"Suppressing the list, Capturing Dragon," Chu Zheng said calmly, "I randomly chose one, and you were the closest to me."

Now his cultivation was sufficient to undertake these actions.

"With just the cultivation of Mid Entry Dao Realm, you think you can make a move against me?"

Shen Chuanjiang could not help feeling a surge of annoyance. Throughout his cultivation journey, no peer had ever looked down on him like this openly seeking to capture him:

"Fine, since you're courting death, today I'll conveniently dispatch you as a gift upon returning to my sect, proving that I haven't wasted this period of time."

Hearing this, Chu Zheng no longer spoke, turning away silently and stepping out of the marketplace.

A piercing sonic boom tore through the sky, pulling along a tremendous wave of white Qi, and quickly receding into the distance.

It was an unwritten rule not to fight within the marketplace, as clashing here gave an excuse for Divine Infant Great Abilities to intervene.

Hundreds of escaping lights rose to follow Chu Zheng into the sky.

"What impressive speed of escape!"

A few breaths later, some cultivators realized something was wrong. The group of Entry Path cultivators didn't even catch a glimpse of Chu Zheng's shadow before being left far behind.

Within the flying lights, Chu Zheng looked back and saw that only a few Soul Condensing Monks could barely keep up.

Even before entering the Dao, his full-throttle flight was no less swift than that of a Soul Condensation Realm Great Cultivator, and now he was even more at ease.

Shen Chuanjiang's eyes were coldly determined, stubbornly chasing after Chu Zheng. Soon, he was the only one still in pursuit.

Suddenly, Chu Zheng's figure vanished into the void. Shen Chuanjiang hastened to follow, finding himself falling into a quagmire.

"Spatial pathway..."

By the time he realized it, it was already too late. When Shen Chuanjiang came to his senses again, he was already in a desolate Small World.

Fighting in the outside world involved too many variables and would quickly attract reinforcements, which would be disadvantageous for Chu Zheng.

By luring Shen Chuanjiang here, Chu Zheng had another purpose: he wanted the Immortal Ascension Methods from Shen Chuanjiang.

Passing on Immortal Laws was the lifeline of all sects.

For Chu Zheng to seek these cultivation techniques was equivalent to forcibly plucking the scales from the sects.

But Chu Zheng was not afraid to court this trouble now. He needed the Immortal Ascension Methods; he needed Spiritual Objects to solidify his foundation.

Even if it meant seizing scales, he was now ready to rip off a few to wrap around himself.