Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

With the departure of the Imperial Secret Guards, Luofeng City quickly regained peace, and the fleeing populace gradually returned home, adding more liveliness to the streets and alleys.

Li Mingzhou's visit had clearly demonstrated the Imperial Court's stance, maintaining neutrality and helping neither side.

For the Song Family, this was rare good news.

In the current situation, the reaction of the Phantom Spirit Sect became particularly important.

Regarding this, Song Tonghai had no hopes.

The Phantom Spirit Sect must be aware of the Song Family's predicament by now, and their lack of response had already proven something.

To survive, the only plan now was self-help.

The day after the Vermilion Bird Divine Guards left, Song Tonghai sought out Chu Zheng to discuss plans for escorting.

"Escort missions?"

Hearing Song Tonghai's plan, Chu Zheng couldn't hide his confusion, "Now?"

Although no one had attacked the Song Residence again, the surroundings of Luofeng City were certainly still under blockade, and those hidden in the shadows would not allow them to leave freely.

"This is just an attempt."

Song Tonghai's expression was stern, clearly having made up his mind:

"You, Lingxue, and I will each take a group, summon three to five escort masters, and take about a dozen laborers; we'll split into three groups and leave the city. If we successfully escape, we'll meet at the southeastern border of Great Zhou."

"Of course, if you don't want to take the risk, I won't force you; it's entirely up to you."

Song Tonghai left the choice to Chu Zheng, allowing him to make the decision.

Leaving the city now would certainly pose a great risk; Chu Zheng pondered for a moment and finally nodded.

"Then I will follow the Family Head's orders."

This trip would be a good test to see how much power was still hidden around Luofeng City. Sitting and waiting for death was not a wise strategy; it was better to probe the situation early and be mentally prepared.

From what Yin Ping said that night, Chu Zheng could infer that those currently acting did not include members from the Immortal Sect; without Immortal Sect members, the risks for Chu Zheng now were not too great.

"Then prepare yourself; we should not delay. We leave tomorrow."

Seeing Chu Zheng agree, Song Tonghai's expression relaxed significantly.

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Chu Zheng didn't bring much luggage, other than the Martial Path Initial Understanding gifted by Li Mingzhou and the Martial Wall Remnant Map; he only took his own diary.

Up to today, he had only written one entry; he had been too busy to find time for journaling.

He had some time tonight, but he did not plan to catch up on his writing; it was meant to be only occasional notes.

The several Immortal Sect scriptures previously given by Song Lingqing had all been read by him. Carrying them around was too inconvenient, so Chu Zheng dug a hole under the bed and buried them there.

He would dig them up later when he had time, if there was a chance.

Knock knock...

After packing his belongings, Chu Zheng walked out of his room, sat down in the courtyard, closed his eyes, and began circulating his Circuit of Qi.

Rustle—

Footsteps approached from outside the courtyard, forcing Chu Zheng to interrupt his Circuit of Qi; he slowly opened his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed.

Qi Cultivators did not like to be disturbed while circulating their Circuit of Qi, as the feeling was extremely uncomfortable, feeling stuck midway, unable to move forward or back, caught in a dilemma.

Song Lingxue, accompanied by Song Yun, stepped into the courtyard. Her injuries had not yet healed, and her face was somewhat pale, showing a gentleness unlike her usual self, like a frail willow bracing against the wind.

"I fear tomorrow morning's rush will leave no time for instructions, Chu Zheng, so I'll need you to set out with Song Yun as well."

"Song Yun is going with me?"

Chu Zheng was a bit surprised by this and asked, "Don't you need him by your side for support?"

"Song Yun, severely injured as he is, won't be of much help to me. My strength is mediocre, and while I might manage to escape trouble on my own, it would be difficult with him in tow."

Song Lingxue shook her head, a hint of apology in her tone, "I'm truly sorry to trouble you. If you are unwilling..."

Song Yun hung his head silently. At this moment, he indeed felt like a burden. Given the indifferent relationship between the two before, it was only natural Chu Zheng might be reluctant to bring him along.

"It's just a small effort, no trouble at all."

Chu Zheng did not think too much and agreed immediately.

Song Yun had risked his life to save him the day before yesterday. Regardless of the reason, such sentiment was enough for Chu Zheng, not to mention it was merely taking him along for the journey; it wasn't a big deal.

"Thank you,"

Song Lingxue breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when Chu Zheng called out to her.

"Miss, wait a moment. The journey tomorrow is treacherous and, with your injuries, I learned a technique from a medical book for manipulating Qi and blood, which should help ease your condition."

Considering the perilous escort mission tomorrow and Song Lingxue's injuries, Chu Zheng decided to lend a hand once more.

"Manipulating Qi and blood?"

While Song Lingxue was still doubtful, Chu Zheng had already turned and walked into the house.

Seeing this, Song Lingxue instinctively followed him in.

Lagging two steps behind, Song Yun hesitated at the doorway but ultimately did not follow inside, slowly reaching out to close the door.

He then turned around, looked up at the sky, and felt the arrow wound in his chest seemingly flare up, giving him a dull pain.

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"Please lie down on the bed, face down,"

Chu Zheng rolled up his sleeves, speaking casually.

"This..."

Song Lingxue turned to glance at the tightly shut door and after a slight hesitation, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Her usually supple body now appeared somewhat stiff, and she finally lay down slowly at the edge, her breathing subdued.

On the bed, there was an air that felt as warm as sunlight, causing Song Lingxue to involuntarily relax.

Just as she relaxed, a pair of warm palms touched the sides of her shoulders. Her previously calmed nerves tensed up again. She couldn't help but clench her toes, her heart becoming increasingly frantic.

Although people in the martial community don't regard gender segregation as seriously as ordinary aristocratic families do, such close physical contact was still too unusual for Song Lingxue.

However, Chu Zheng wasn't just randomly pressing. He had some knowledge of traditional therapeutic massage, and his skills were quite decent. At least, in his former life, the old professors he had massaged all praised him.

With a beauty before him, a normal man might have some thoughts, but at that moment, Chu Zheng wasn't in the mood.

He had just consumed a substantial amount of Moonlight and hadn't had time to absorb it yet. It was accumulating within him, causing a blockage of rising Yang energy and suppression, leaving him with little interest in romantic thoughts or time to appreciate the beauty before him.

[Song Lingxue (Zeroth Order): Suffers from several bladed weapon wounds, minor damage to the meridian channels. With two months of calm recuperation and breathing regulation, her injuries will pose no serious issue, can be repaired (0/3)]

While Song Lingxue's injuries weren't critical, when compared to Song Yun's near-fatal injuries, which needed only ten repairs, these injuries couldn't be considered light either.

The secret of the panel was something Chu Zheng had yet to share with others. It was his means of standing in the world. He bore no ill will towards others, but a prudent heart was essential.

After briefly massaging Song Lingxue's back, Chu Zheng tentatively used a repair.

Instantly, a warm current surged into Song Lingxue's body.

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