Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chu Zheng had gathered the broken fragments of the magic artifact and the storage bag into his Ethereal Ring, with no intention of interacting with the loose cultivators. He turned around and transmitted a message to Fu Quanliang:

"Let's go."

The identity of Ji Fanglong was very sensitive, and the name Fu Quanliang could not be connected with the person who killed him, it was unnecessary to entangle further.

Fu Quanliang raised his hand to collect the storage bag, pinched his fingers, circulated the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, and conjured a spirit fire to incinerate Ji Fanglong's corpse. Then, without further delay, he stood up, controlled his instrument to soar into the air, and followed Chu Zheng.

The two moved like the wind, from action to departure, all within a few flicks of a finger.

By the time the few loose cultivators regained their senses, the surroundings were empty, not a single person in sight.

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Night fell, the moon was high in the sky, and stars were scattered across it.

Moonlight streamed down from the heavens, carrying starlight, pouring over the mountains and wilderness, casting a mottled play of light and shadow.

In the wild forest, Chu Zheng was seated on the ground, while Fu Quanliang was beside him, checking the various items inside the storage bag.

The cultivators from the Phantom Spirit Sect clearly were not as thorough as the Night Light Pavilion, as their storage bags still contained a vast amount of materials related to the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Among them, there were also numerous Fu Lu used for messaging.

These Fu Lu could only be deciphered by the disciples of the Phantom Spirit Sect using a secret technique, but this clearly was not a challenge for Fu Quanliang.

Through these messages, Fu Quanliang quickly grasped the general movements of the Phantom Spirit Sect at present.

The power of the Phantom Spirit Sect had essentially been assembled and was stationed inside a canyon not far from here.

All the Soul Condensing Realm elders within the sect had emerged from seclusion, and together with the loose cultivators they had recruited, the number of Soul Condensing Realm Great Cultivators gathered here was over eighty, over two hundred Entry Dao Realm cultivators and more than a thousand Spirit Spring Realm cultivators.

Not to mention the martial masters and Nourishing Power Realm disciples below them, who had already surpassed ten thousand.

This was undoubtedly an extremely strong force.

However, the strength of the Night Light Pavilion was even more terrifying. Just the Soul Condensing Realm elders from their own sect numbered over one hundred and twenty, not to mention the allies they had invited to assist.

The Entry Dao and Spirit Spring Realm cultivators were several times more than those of the Phantom Spirit Sect.

This battle, before it even started, the near-certain defeat of the Phantom Spirit Sect could already be anticipated.

Chu Zheng was holding a notebook in his hands, sitting to the side, where Ji Fanglong's name had already been crossed out.

The newly turned page was only inscribed with two words.

[New Calendar...]

What month was it now?

Chu Zheng felt a bit dazed for a moment, having forgotten how long he had been in this world.

Cultivation retreats flashed by in days, and within the Immortal Sect, there were no seasons of cold or heat, making it hard to pay attention.

More crucially, as his lifespan extended, his perception of the passage of time had become less acute than before.

Had it not been for encountering Ji Fanglong, he might not have remembered the matter of keeping a diary anytime soon.

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, not dwelling on it too much, and wrote down the following:

[New Calendar Year One, gained insights in cultivation, life taken increases, a great battle of Immortal Sects looming, with many secrets within, must proceed with caution... forgot about time inadvertently, will recall next year.]

Looking at the writing on the paper, Chu Zheng sighed softly, stowed it away, and thought to himself that he had to remember to leave a translation before dying; if future generations couldn't understand it, that would be bad.

Some ancient characters could still be deduced through the evolution of language, but completely unrooted writing was impossible to infer.

Seeing Chu Zheng put away his notebook, Fu Quanliang finally spoke up, clearly detailing the current situation of the Phantom Spirit Sect and the Night Light Pavilion.

After speaking, without waiting for Chu Zheng to think it through, he added:

"Besides, there's another piece of news."

"What's the matter?"

"Song Lingqing has disappeared," Fu Quanliang said with a somewhat solemn expression, aware of Chu Zheng's deep ties with the Song Family.

"Disappeared?" Chu Zheng's expression sharply focused, "How did she disappear?"

"According to an elder, she went to Illusory Spirit City to shop and then never returned. The sect suspects that she might have fallen into the hands of the Night Light Pavilion."

Chu Zheng frowned slightly, immediately recalling the prompt that appeared initially on the panel.

Immortal Path Loose Cultivator...

The moment the Immortal Bone was repaired, Song Lingqing had likely already planned to leave the Phantom Spirit Sect.

After a brief contemplation, Chu Zheng had an idea.

If he were Song Lingqing, after leaving the Phantom Spirit Sect, she would definitely go to find her family.

Based on the information he had previously given Song Lingqing, she was most likely in Giant Marsh Country.

"No harm."

Chu Zheng shook his head; from the few interactions, Song Lingqing didn't seem like a reckless person, it was unlikely that there would be any major problems.

After a moment's consideration, Chu Zheng stood up and said:

"Let's go and take a look near the battlefield."

"If you want to approach the camp, I advise you to be careful," Fu Quanliang warned.

"A great cultivator of the Soul Condensing Realm is not like those of Entry Path, with well-developed Divine Sense, let alone disguising, your Invisibility Technique might be seen through."

"Moreover, this great battle, being led by Han Yuliang, who has reached the pinnacle of the Soul Condensing Realm, with his Spirit Soul almost undergoing Nascent Soul Transformation, his cultivation is far beyond what ordinary people can compare, you might expose your movements."

Fu Quanliang was somewhat worried, as being just one step away from Nascent Soul Transformation, Soul Condensing cultivators could manipulate the elements effortlessly, far beyond what Entry Dao Realm cultivators could compare, and could be called Great Cultivators.

Even more crucial, Han Yuliang had seen Chu Zheng at the mine before; seeing each other would give away the game, and Chu Zheng would be completely exposed.

Chu Zheng's techniques, under such Divine Sense, would have nowhere to hide.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng's bones crackled crisply as his body shrank by half a head, and his facial bones also changed.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a sturdy-looking young man, appearing somewhat simple and honest.

For a Qi Cultivator, controlling one's own Qi aura had long since become second nature; altering the distribution of Yuan Qi within the body was effortless, and changing appearance and shrinking bones were but minor tricks, hardly worth mentioning.