Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 504: Chapter 344: Hall Master’s Summons

From the initial transmission to now, Chu Zheng had yet to see anyone from the Punishment Authority.

If Shang Cangyun hadn’t learned of his whereabouts from Fan Long, it’s likely no one would be willing to come here.

The reason for this was something Chu Zheng had come to understand by now.

His status as a Qi Cultivator was already a significant threat to the cultivators within the Immortal Alliance.

The unpredictability of tribulations and natural disasters are difficult to defend against, and even for Qi Cultivators who have grown accustomed to such situations, they can at times be overwhelming.

For the cultivators of the Immortal Alliance, this was even more the case. Getting involved in a Qi Cultivator’s tribulation could cost them their lives with a single misstep, erasing thousands or tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation all at once.

If the roles were reversed, Chu Zheng himself, faced with such circumstances, would not reach out to help.

Even if something unexpected happened, it would just be the death of an unrelated Qi Cultivator.

“Those three from the Martial Hall earlier?”

Looking at the vast and empty starry sky around her, Li Shuang wore a puzzled expression and turned to Chu Zheng, somewhat confused: “Could it be that they have retreated?”

“Those three are dead, no need to ask any further.”

Chu Zheng swept his gaze around the surroundings and, noticing nothing unusual, gestured with his hand, indicating that they should leave:

“I’ll take over this area. You all can go back and recover first, tend to your injuries properly.”

Hearing that Gong Jun and the other two were dead, Li Shuang momentarily froze, feeling a sudden chill in her heart. This was a one-versus-three fight where he killed three Martial Saints, including a fourth-level powerhouse of the Martial Saint Realm.

What kind of terrifying combat power was that? Even a typical Five Tribulations True Immortal might not be able to achieve such a feat.

“The gratitude for your help this time will surely be repaid in full in the future. My surname is Li, and my name is Shuang. I am the Five Camps Deputy Commander of the Breaking Kill Army. I have yet to learn the respected name of the Inspector.”

Regaining her senses, Li Shuang took a deep breath, bowed deeply, and expressed her solemn thanks. If it weren’t for Chu Zheng’s intervention, she would surely be dead in the Yellow Springs. This was equivalent to saving her life.

Upon hearing her words, Chu Zheng glanced at the True Immortals standing by Li Shuang’s side and instead of speaking directly, transmitted his words telepathically:

‘Chu Zheng.’

Although Li Shuang was unaware, the True Immortals that were dragged along likely did not wish to be involved in the troubles of a Qi Cultivator; it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble and there was no need to spread the word.

Li Shuang was momentarily startled and instinctively looked at the Monitoring Jade Order at Chu Zheng’s waist, her complexion turning pale with uncontrollable shock in her eyes.

She had heard of Chu Zheng’s name before. He is the youngest True Immortal since the ancient times, ascending the Immortal List at the age of forty-two, and practicing Qi Cultivation as well.

It appeared that the Immortal Alliance had mobilized a significant number of people to search for him. Unexpectedly, he had joined the Immortal Alliance and was taken into the Punishment Authority.

No wonder… up until now, no aid from the Punishment Authority had arrived. It seemed that they were all reluctant to muddle into these troubled waters.

What shocked her even more was that in less than ten years since Chu Zheng’s ascension to the Immortal List, he had already stepped into the Four Tribulations True Immortal Realm. This speed was outrageously exaggerated.

Among his peers, unless they came from the Great Immortal Realm, even those with Superior Immortal Bone, if they could cultivate to Divine Infant, would already be considered quite accomplished.

After recovering from her astonishment, Li Shuang’s expression turned serious, and she bowed again: “Thank you, Inspector. I, Li Shuang, will keep today’s kindness in my heart.”

No matter what identity Chu Zheng had, the favor of this day must be remembered.

Chu Zheng did not speak again and sat cross-legged in the starry sky, unleashing his Divine Sense to monitor all directions. At the same time, he practiced his Qi-refining Technique, drawing upon the Yuan Qi from the starry sky of the universe, to start healing his injuries.

For a Qi Cultivator at the Heavenly Immortal level, the reliance on the environment is greatly reduced. The sparse Spiritual Energy of the cosmic starry sky might be difficult for True Immortals, but for Chu Zheng, apart from the fewer daily restoration opportunities, there were no other changes.

Fortunately, with the overflowing evil energy of the Vast Universe, the number of restorative moments was stabilized at four to five times per day, which for the moment was sufficient.

Those drifting Dead Stars also contained an extremely abundant concentration of Yuan Qi, more than enough to replenish the consumption of the body.

Li Shuang did not disturb him further and quickly left with the few True Immortals.

Her injuries were extremely severe; her Grotto Heaven was nearly shattered and a great part of her essence was lost. Had it not been for Chu Zheng’s intervention, she would have undoubtedly perished.

This further highlights the terrifying extent of Chu Zheng’s combat power. Having just transcended the Golden Tribulation, he faced three opponents and slew three elite members of the Martial Hall.

No wonder the commotion of his tribulation was so great; a True Immortal at the age of forty-two is naturally deserving of such a grand gift from the Great Universe.

His future was boundless… only a pity, he is a Qi Cultivator…

Li Shuang sighed inwardly. If the path of a Qi Cultivator was so easily trodden, the Qi Refining Lineage wouldn’t be the one with the fewest numbers among all the Taoist Orthodoxies today.

Even the formidable Ancestral Dao met with a bad end, evading tribulation for many years, now lying dead in some unknown corner.

Chu Zheng paid no mind to Li Shuang’s many thoughts. At this moment, although his Divine Sense was woven through the starry skies like a net, most of his consciousness had already traversed the cosmos, reaching the Spirit Tree Avatar within the Chaos Sea.

If it weren’t for this Spirit Tree Avatar, his situation would have been far worse than it is now, and it might have even caused greater trouble.

…

Underneath the great curtain of stars, numerous floating islands stretched across the dazzling Milky Way, obscuring the starlight.

A figure, carrying a Battle Halberd, walked out from a ten-thousand-foot-tall gateway, surveying his surroundings with a relieved sigh.

“Song Zhenchuan, the Hall Master summons you.”

Outside the gateway, someone was already waiting, bowing in greeting.

Song Lingxue’s gaze slightly converged, and she nodded:

“Please, lead the way.”

The guide immediately raised his hand, and a doorway of light slowly emerged, identical to the one she used the last time she went to see the Hall Master Ji Zhouyin.

Stepping through the light gateway, a grand hall came into view.

After several years, Song Lingxue once again stepped into this core region of the Martial Hall.

A figure sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, just like when they had last met: average in stature, wearing a grey robe, nearly forty years old, with a forgettable face that bore no distinguishing features.

“Disciple Song Lingxue, greeting the Hall Master.” Song Lingxue bowed respectfully.

Ji Zhouyin slowly opened his eyes, his tone as flat as water: “You have seen Chu Zheng.”

“I have.”

Song Lingxue’s expression stirred slightly, nodding in acknowledgement.

The Ancestral Realm represented the absolute peak, the end of the dao, with one glance capable of seeing all living creatures’ past and present lives, omniscient.

In the presence of such beings, lying was entirely meaningless.

Ji Zhouyin glanced at the Battle Halberd on Song Lingxue’s back and spoke gently:

“I presume you already know that You Bi Yue, who went with you, is dead; and you should also be aware of what he went to the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield for.”

“The disciple is aware.”

Song Lingxue’s brows slightly furrowed, a hint of unease brewing within her, not quite understanding why Ji Zhouyin would suddenly mention Chu Zheng.

“Just now, another Great Saint has been killed, his death too has some connection to Chu Zheng.”

Ji Zhouyin’s tone remained even: “What are your thoughts on the death of these two Great Saints?”

“If the Hall Master has something to say, please be direct; the disciple does not grasp the deeper implications behind your words.”

Song Lingxue shook her head, the slight furrow in her brow smoothing out as she spoke indifferently:

“If these two Great Saints indeed met their end because of my husband, then naturally, they deserved to die.”