Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 171: Chapter 125: Decision, Discussion_2

Geng Yiyang's pupils dilated slightly as he watched the small sword swimming in the palm of Chu Zheng, hardly concealing his astonishment.

He had previously speculated about the cause of You Ziyun's death but it was only now confirmed.

What so shocked him was Chu Zheng's seemingly effortless control over the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance.

The Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance, this sword technique, required exceptional talent to master. Even prodigies with High Quality Immortal Bones would need at least a decade of hard training to reach Chu Zheng's level of proficiency.

Even for those with Superior Immortal Bones, in the history of Tai Xu Holy Land, the fastest to master the basics took a full two years.

Geng Yiyang had heard about Chu Zheng acquiring several Immortal Ascension Methods, but he had never imagined Chu Zheng's mastery of the Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance had become so proficient.

After a long while, Geng Yiyang finally regained his senses, his gaze revealing a complexity of emotions.

As expected of the demon who forcefully cultivated the Heretic Path and achieved success in the Cangyun Realm, Chu Zheng's talent far surpassed his imagination.

A Superior Immortal Bone was certainly not Chu Zheng's limit; compared to Root Bone, it was his comprehension that was truly terrifying.

He was almost certain about Chu Zheng's cultivation of the Heretic Path, but he did not intend to point it out.

Bringing it up at this time might seem like a threat, and given Chu Zheng's keen and changeable mind, it would inevitably lead to many conjectures and potential misunderstandings, which could be detrimental.

Now that Chu Zheng had already met Ji Yuyan, the challenge of the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects could be considered passed.

As for the issues after the tournament, such as Song Lingxue leaving the realm and the deviation of Heavenly Dao still unable to return to the starting point, he would find a way to cover for Chu Zheng later.

With eight more years to go, there was plenty of time to prepare.

Seeing that Geng Yiyang remained silent for a long time, Chu Zheng assumed he was considering the relationship with Tai Xu Holy Land and did not interrupt.

"Let's go, I'll introduce you to the people in Taixuan Holy Land as of now."

After a while, Geng Yiyang spoke again, slowly rising to his feet, his expression betraying neither pleasure nor anger.

Chu Zheng discretely reached out and touched the grand hall beneath him before finally standing and following Geng Yiyang out.

At the foot of Taixuan Main Peak lay a vast plaza.

More than ten thousand years ago, this place was only accessible to true disciples and Inner Sect Disciples, but it had now been temporarily converted into living quarters for a group of disciples.

At this moment, the plaza was crowded with figures, over two thousand little radishes gathered together, their laughter and playful noise endless.

Since they were all children of the same age, a few words were enough for them to get along, and without the presence of adults, their revelry sky-rocketed.

Only a few tens of children at the front sat up straight and solemn, wearing the attire of Taixuan Inner Sect Disciples.

From the day they entered, they knew they were different from the kids still in the Outer Sect; an invisible gap had already formed.

"Hurry, stand properly, no more fussing, Shen Mao, what are you doing?! Stop pulling down someone's trousers!"

"Jiang Shouhui! You rascal, is this the place for you to pee?!"

Fu Quanliang meandered among the children, his face full of anguish, totally unable to control these little devils.

After much chaos, the ranks were at last reluctantly formed.

Sprightly, with the arrival of a Great Mysterious Elder, the arena instantly fell silent.

The children who were making noise just a moment ago instantly became quiet as mice.

To Fu Quanliang, they were not afraid, as at most he would scold them without ever physically punishing them.

But the Elders were different; they were rare Great Cultivators in the world, and just their aura alone could instill fear deep within their hearts, daring no one to offend.

Fu Quanliang heaved a deep sigh of relief, and upon lifting his head and seeing Geng Yiyang and Chu Zheng approaching from the peak, he became somewhat nervous.

Sitting in the position of the Inner Sect's head disciple made him feel like he was constantly walking on thin ice, always fearful of making a mistake without the support of talent.

A series of Taixuan Elders successively arrived and faced Chu Zheng, bowing slightly in gesture:

"Greetings, Saint Heir."

The Saint Heir, in terms of status, was even above many Elders. No one in Taixuan dared to argue against Geng Yiyang's decision.

If he believed Chu Zheng was the Taixuan Saint Heir, then Chu Zheng was, just like Fu Quanliang with Lower Quality Immortal Bone, he could still attain the position of head of the Inner Sect Disciples.

This was not an empty title; the amount of resources for cultivation that the head of the Inner Sect received monthly was beyond the imagining of ordinary cultivators.

"Greetings, Saint Heir."

Fu Quanliang kneeled on one knee in salute, the children behind him imitated his actions, clumsily kneeling down and muttered:

"Greetings, Saint Heir..."

Chu Zheng gazed at the group before him, his brows slightly furrowed, never before had he so directly felt the dire circumstances of the Taixuan Holy Land.

A bunch of old elders on the verge of returning to the earth, leading a bunch of children just beginning their enlightenment.

In another hundred years, most of these elders would have perished, and by then, the entire Taixuan would be like a child carrying gold through the market, with destruction only a moment away.

Were it not for desperation, Geng Yiyang would not have conceded step by step in front of him.

Apart from him, there would be no second suitable person to take up the heavy burden, even for a short while.

"This is the head of the Punishment Hall, Ge Yuan."

"The master of Alchemy Hall, Gong Rulong."

"The head of Artifact Refining Hall, Qi Ying."

...

Geng Yiyang, bringing Chu Zheng along, met with many elders, leaving him with a basic impression.

All the elders were quite indifferent in their attitude, none too eager.

Their understanding of Chu Zheng was only based on various messages from the outside world, and they didn't know much about him personally.

Their lives had been too long; the bad habit of rashly judging someone had long been extinguished in the passage of time.

Regarding Chu Zheng, they all reserved their opinions, waiting to interact more in the future before they could form a clearer impression.

Chu Zheng felt the same way; toward these old antiques with cultivations at least above the Divine Transformation Realm, he habitually harbored some caution.

After a brief introduction, the elders quickly dispersed. Unless there was important business, they preferred to stay in their caves, conserving their Qi strength.

That way, they might live a few more years, able to support Taixuan for a little longer.

Fu Quanliang originally wanted to say something to Chu Zheng, but after glancing at Geng Yiyang next to him, he stopped and then turned to send his fellow junior brothers and sisters back first.

Once the crowd had dispersed, Geng Yiyang suddenly said, "What do you think of Taixuan's current situation?"

Chu Zheng was silent for a while before directly stating,

"A building on the verge of collapse, as precarious as a pile of eggs."

If it weren't for Chu Zheng's existence, Geng Yiyang's best plan would have been to find a sufficiently cultivated successor from outside.

But to do so would be to hand over Taixuan's foundation to others.

"Truly sparing no one's feelings."

Geng Yiyang grinned, waved his hand:

"You know where Song Lingxue is. I need not tell you. Go on."

Without saying much, Chu Zheng bowed and departed straightaway.

His primary reason for coming to Taixuan was to deliver the Martial Barrier to Song Lingxue.

Song Lingxue's location was at the top of a Spirit Peak on the edge of Taixuan, some distance from the main peak.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Chu Zheng finally arrived.

Just as he landed, Chu Zheng saw Song Lingxue on the practice platform. His slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Even though he knew that Geng Yiyang would not make things too difficult for Song Lingxue, he couldn't help but worry a bit.

Now that he saw her in good condition, he naturally set his mind at ease.

Chu Zheng stepped onto the practice platform; before Song Lingxue could even react, a figure had already appeared behind her.

An instinctive response made her hair stand on end, but the familiar presence that followed made her unconsciously lower her just-raised hand, turning around in disbelief.

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The young man behind her stood tall, his smile warm. The breath that reached her was as warm and clean as ever, and in his clear eyes, a familiar face reflected in surprise appeared.

"Unharmed, I trust."

Hearing the words near her ear, Song Lingxue felt as if a taut string in her heart was slowly relaxing.

After examining Chu Zheng for a long while, she slowly raised her hand, straightening his slightly disheveled hair by his temples, her eyes smiling:

"All is well."