Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Twilight descended.

Above the Great Desert, black smoke billowed, and severed limbs and bones were everywhere.

The battle line between the Phantom Spirit Sect and the Night Light Pavilion stretched for hundreds of miles, and once the battle commenced, halting it was no easy task.

By the time both sides ceased hostilities, more than half the day had passed, with casualties on both sides.

Because of the variable that was Han Yuliang, those who died from the Night Light Pavilion vastly outnumbered those from the Phantom Spirit Sect.

To the disciples who died in battle, the sect would issue compensations, treating everyone equally, or at least that was how it appeared on the surface.

In front of the Phantom Spirit Sect's main camp, many incomplete magic artifacts were stacked, all collected during the retrieval of the bodies.

This long-prepared battle ended abruptly and in a very rushed manner.

Simply because a Divine Infant Cultivator reversed the situation in an instant, it inevitably felt somewhat surreal and even unreal.

One flying boat after another quickly activated and merged into the clouds. The Phantom Spirit Sect did not linger on the battlefield and began retreating consecutively.

Many loose cultivators who had been watching from the sidelines flocked over, spending a hefty amount of spirit stones to buy all those incomplete magic artifacts.

The price they offered was extremely high, less a transaction and more an offering, to familiarize themselves and ensure their own safety.

These broken magic artifacts, almost completely devoid of value, required vast amounts of time and effort to re-purify and strip the materials, essentially making them direct scrap.

Occasionally, some magic artifacts fell into the mortal world, obtained by those from the Martial World, thus starting another legend of divine weapons descending to earth.

Seeking out Fu Quanliang at this moment would be too conspicuous, so Chu Zheng did not rush to approach him. He sent a message via the Life-link Seal and arranged to meet in Illusory Spirit City.

Only after the disciples of the Phantom Spirit Sect had almost completely withdrawn did Chu Zheng appear, assuming the identity of a loose cultivator, and began to reclaim the trash that the small sects had purchased at high prices.

The price he offered was naturally ridiculously low, barely one-tenth or one-twentieth of what the small sects had paid.

Still, by the end, most of these incomplete magic artifacts had ended up in his hands.

These pieces of junk, which were of little use to them and required a considerable amount of time and effort to refine and strip materials, were simply not worth it, so it was better to cut losses in time.

Compared to the Phantom Spirit Sect, the situation on the Night Light Pavilion side was much more grim; most of their dead were dismembered, some reduced to mere pools of blood mud, with only their storage bags recoverable.

For those with intact corpses, they burned the bodies on the spot and took away the ashes; for those reduced to pools of blood mud, largely no one cared.

A large number of shattered magic artifacts, as well as remnants of battle armor and chariots, were left behind, primarily First Order and Second Order magic artifacts, with quite a few Third Order magic treasures as well.

Chu Zheng collected everything as listed, quickly making his way into the center of the battlefield.

A gigantic footprint spanning several miles, like a crater made by a meteor, caught his eye.

Facing the might of a Divine Infant for the first time, Chu Zheng couldn't help but inhale a cool breath. Moments later, a desire surged in his heart; once he achieved the Golden Core, he too would possess the power to move mountains and seas.

Calming his emotions, Chu Zheng leapt into the pit and approached a pool of blood mud.

There were many residual auras around, evidence that many cultivators had visited this place.

[Hao Day Armor (Third Order): Made primarily from Silver-Scaled Python Skin, forged and inscribed with a Twelve-Layered Spell Formation, impervious to anyone below a Divine Infant, repairable (0/100)]

A Third Order magic treasure, the Hao Day Armor was among the best of them. Since all fragments were present, repairing it was not difficult.

However, there was no rush to repair the battle armor. It would wait until he ascended to a Third Order Repair Master.

As he picked up the fragments of the armor, Chu Zheng inadvertently touched some of the blood mud. Suddenly, his fingertips paused, picking up a broken corner.

[True Dragon Blood Pill (Fourth Order/Incomplete): A treasure pill made primarily of True Dragon blood, greatly enhances one's physical constitution and strengthens blood qi, has been ingested and refined, leaving only a corner, repairable (0/500)]

Chu Zheng lowered his head and continued to search in the bloody mud, finding a few more similar fragments. The repair count for the True Dragon Blood Pill was reduced once again, now only requiring two hundred to fully restore it.

Chu Zheng lingered for several days on the hundreds of miles long battlefront until he was sure that there was not a single trace left on the whole battlefield, and then he set off for Illusory Spirit City.

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Phantom Spirit Mountain Range, Illusory Spirit City.

The city, as always, was bustling and lively. The four city districts to the northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest were orderly and had not undergone any changes due to the battle.

The people in Illusory Spirit City had lived there for generations and had an almost blind confidence in the Phantom Spirit Sect. Before the battle had even started, most of the city's residents had already concluded that the Phantom Spirit Sect would win.

The outcome did not surprise them.

Chu Zheng changed his appearance to that of a man in his thirties, a great man clad in a vestment robe, stepping on treasured boots, with two Flying Swords glowing with treasure light on his back, evidently in the mid Spirit Spring Realm.

A Loose Cultivator of the Spirit Spring Realm was already quite powerful. Coupled with several high-grade Magic Artifacts for protection, even cultivators in the late stages of the Spirit Spring Realm would not dare to provoke him rashly.

Walking down the street, without needing to look closely, Chu Zheng could feel the various gazes around him – awe, envy, and most of all, respect.

The strength he now displayed placed him at the pinnacle of this celestial and mortal interface in Illusory Spirit City; he would encounter no trouble here.

Chu Zheng did not stop walking and casually paid a fee of ten Spirit Stones before entering the East City District. He found an inn, booked a private room, and quietly waited.

An Hour later, two figures entered the private room.

Several days had passed since last seen, and some changes had occurred to Fu Quanliang. Unlike before, most of the Outer Sect Disciples of Phantom Spirit Sect now respectfully called him Senior Brother Fu when they saw him.

He had never felt this way before, and naturally, his mentality was different.

"Who is this child?"

Chu Zheng slightly frowned as he looked toward the simple young boy beside Fu Quanliang.

"Wei Changqing."

Fu Quanliang responded.

Chu Zheng's brows did not relax, and he slowly extended his hand.

[Wei Changqing（First Order）: Bone Age Fourteen, High-Quality Immortal Bone, Holy Land True Transmission candidate of Tai Xu, Outer Sect Disciple of Phantom Spirit Sect, originally at Perfection of the Spirit Spring Realm, restarting cultivation after dissolving his powers, memory barriers exist, repairable.]

Holy Land True Transmission candidate? Outer Sect Disciple?

Seeing the panel information, Chu Zheng withdrew his hand as doubt emerged in his eyes, his thoughts momentarily cluttered.

This was the first time he had seen such High-Quality Immortal Bone, such vastly different identities simultaneously present in one person, which was somewhat peculiar.

Chu Zheng's first reaction was to think that Wei Changqing was the prodigy that Phantom Spirit Sect had secretly hidden before.

But on second thought, this idea fell apart—neither the time, cultivation, nor age matched up.

More than three years ago, Wei Changqing was still a ten-year-old child.

If that was the case, then the only possibility was that he was an undercover agent from Tai Xu Holy Land.

Recollecting Wei Changqing's identity as an Outer Sect Disciple, Chu Zheng thought perhaps the Phantom Spirit Sect was not unaware of this.

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