Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Due to the massive death of believers, which caused a decline in cultivation levels, it took some time to recover.

Chu Zheng spent another three months swallowing numerous Spirit Pills to mend his soul, finally restoring his Cultivation to the Divine Infant Five Transformations level.

However, a full recovery would still require some time.

Originally, he intended to continue his seclusion, but a letter forced him to leave retreat ahead of schedule.

Now, with less than two years left until the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, many arrangements needed to be made. Several Holy Lands joined with the True Immortal Noble Families to summon Chu Zheng a month later for discussions on this matter.

Although the top position in this tournament was already undisputed, the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, a centennial grand event in the Cangyun Realm, would still proceed as scheduled according to the Immortal Alliance's decree, along with preparations made long ago and the envoy from the Martial Hall arriving on time.

Moreover, with the changing environment of the world, the geniuses among various forces had made significant progress in their cultivation. The top ten of the Hidden Dragon List were now all Divine Infant Cultivators.

Apart from the direct disciples of the major Holy Lands, many young cultivators from various sects hoped to make a name for themselves in the Cangyun Realm through this tournament.

Some exceptionally talented individuals might even gain the appreciation of the Immortal Alliance through this opportunity.

Solely in terms of quality, this iteration of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects was undoubtedly the most powerful, but it was also the least suspenseful.

No force or cultivator believed that anyone could challenge Chu Zheng's position as leader of this tournament.

The only slightly possible competitor, Shang Zuling, had already been defeated.

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When Chu Zheng left his retreat, it was just before dawn.

The sky was not yet bright, but the plaza below the main peak was already filled with numerous disciples of Taixuan starting their breathing exercises.

Within the sect now, apart from Fu Quanliang, the oldest disciple was now fifteen or sixteen years old, their figures growing more robust, and many had stepped into the Spiritual Spring, with several even consolidating their Celestial Foundation to become Entry Dao Realm cultivators.

Those who had consolidated their Celestial Foundation were all among the best with High Quality Immortal Bones.

Chu Zheng stood in the lingering night, watching these disciples, a subtle light flowing in his eyes.

"Green replacing the yellow" was precisely the current state of Taixuan.

Fu Quanliang, in a crimson robe, moved among the many disciples, occasionally speaking to correct the cultivation of some of the younger disciples.

Now, in Taixuan Holy Land, only Fu Quanliang truly managed everything, whereas previously, there had been various elders, who had now followed Geng Yiyang to the battlefield beyond their domain.

The children with High Quality Immortal Bones had cultivations almost as strong as his; after teaching them a bit longer, there would be nothing left to teach, and it would all depend on their personal enlightenment.

After observing for a while, Chu Zheng called Fu Quanliang over with a transmission.

"Holy Master, may you be forever peaceful." Fu Quanliang came quickly, bowing deeply, "I happen to have an important matter to report to the Holy Master."

Now, Chu Zheng's demeanor showed no hint of his former impatience, only steadiness in his expression.

However, at this moment, Fu Quanliang could not help but feel involuntarily tense, even his blood flow starting to accelerate.

He sensed the change in Chu Zheng, as if a great and lofty pressure had suddenly emerged, causing an involuntary chill.

Bearing the divine position for a hundred years, revered in temples by hundreds of millions daily, naturally exuded a noble air, out of place with the mundane world.

"Speak, let me hear it." Chu Zheng replied offhandedly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

How could ascending to a divine seat come without any change, though Chu Zheng himself had yet to realize it.

A century is truly too long, far too long. He had even begun to grow accustomed to looking down on others.

"There needs to be a tournament to select new Inner Sect Disciples." Fu Quanliang respectfully responded.

In Taixuan Holy Land's Inner Sect, only those who had started with High Quality Immortal Bones were initially selected.

Among the remaining disciples, many with Middle Quality Immortal Bones fully had the ability to enter the Inner Sect, deserving more resources for cultivation.

Chu Zheng was the 759th Holy Master of Taixuan Holy Land, and these disciples were also the 759th generation of Taixuan, making them his contemporaries.

The resources of the sect were limited, necessitating the focus on disciples with stronger talent or who practiced harder. This was an essential way to maintain the power of a sect and should not be overlooked.

Chu Zheng pondered for a while, then nodded, "Once arrangements are made, let me know."

With that, he raised his hand to help Fu Quanliang heal the pill toxicity in his body from excessive consumption of Elixirs, and turned to leave.

A moment later, Fu Quanliang lifted his head, staring in the direction Chu Zheng had gone, remaining silent for a long time, his expression somewhat wistful.

In just a brief moment, his back was soaked with sweat; it seemed he had not just been speaking to Chu Zheng.

At some point, the Chu Zheng he first met had vanished without a trace.

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Chu Zheng slowly ascended to the summit of Spirit Peak.

The sunrise spread across the sky, casting divine light and auspicious colors, tearing through the dark curtain.

Atop the martial arts platform on the mountain peak, Song Lingxue was, as always, cultivating.

Almost every time Chu Zheng arrived, Song Lingxue was cultivating, like a running machine, not resembling a being of flesh and blood, as if she never knew fatigue.

After a moment, Chu Zheng stopped at the edge of the practice arena and halted his steps.

Song Lingxue turned around, and seeing Chu Zheng, the smile that had just begun to form on her face suddenly froze, and she involuntarily took a half step back, and for a moment, she almost didn't recognize him.