Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Experience tales at empire

Facing the sudden move by Chu Zheng, Nie Longhu suppressed the impulse to counterattack subconsciously.

He didn't sense any killing intent, and besides, without his help, this fellow daoist of unknown origins wouldn't have survived.

Chu Zheng's sword finger pierced through the back of Nie Longhu's head, and in an instant, he extracted the chip within. The repair panel almost simultaneously started operating, completing the repair immediately.

The process was so rapid that Nie Longhu didn't even have time to react. He only felt his thoughts break for an instant, and the chip was already in Chu Zheng's hand.

Crack—

Watching the chip crumble to pieces between Chu Zheng's fingers, a trace of solemnity flashed in Nie Longhu's eyes. He hadn't noticed what technique Chu Zheng had just used.

The only trace left behind was the spiritual energy of nature around them that, in that moment, became much thinner.

That undoubtedly proved that Chu Zheng had just used some kind of divine skill.

However, now was not the time to think about these things.

"Fellow Daoist, follow me."

A hint of firelight flashed on the tip of Nie Longhu's finger, incinerating Qi Hua's mutilated corpse, then he turned and headed towards the door.

"Where are we going now?" Chu Zheng caught up, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Qi Shanyong aided the tyrant, and his karmic obstacles are profound. I collected him today, which is also acting on behalf of the Heavenly Dao."

As he transmitted his voice, Nie Longhu kept moving, soon leaving the estate:

"Having subdued Qi Shanyong, Fellow Daoist, you can impersonate his identity as a cover for your actions. His forces wield no small power on this star and can save us from much trouble, and are worth using."

He seemed extremely familiar with the estate's surroundings, and after walking for a while, he led Chu Zheng to a small building.

In front of the small building was an oasis with an attached pond. Qi Shanyong stood by the shore in slightly loose black clothes, his eyes slightly closed, his pose somewhat strange.

Chu Zheng immediately noticed something off—Qi Shanyong was practicing some kind of Breathing Technique, slowly absorbing nature's spiritual energy.

But the efficiency seemed rather low.

No one was around, there was no disturbance, and everything was very quiet.

Feeling the approach of the two men, Qi Shanyong opened his eyes, glanced at Chu Zheng, and immediately frowned:

"Where's his chain? Why is he being so willful? What if he hurt you, then what?"

Nie Longhu didn't bother with any idle talk, and quickly stepped forward, his palm manifesting a vision of windswept clouds mixed with the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls.

In the blink of an eye, before Qi Shanyong could react, the delicate and fair palm had already pressed against his chest.

Thump—

Qi Shanyong's feet shifted slightly, and an internal thump sounded from within. After a few breaths, he fell backward, blood spewing from his seven orifices, dead on the spot.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng felt a chill in his heart. Nie Longhu's control over his power was undoubtedly at a kind of extreme pinnacle. Qi Shanyong's body showed no visible injuries, but his internal organs were thoroughly shattered into a bloody pulp.

Watching Nie Longhu start skinning the body, he asked subconsciously:

"Will this not interfere with the tribulation process?"

Having previously used the identity of Fu Quanliang as a precedent, Chu Zheng had always held some psychological shadow about such methods; that was the closest he had come to death.

Even though the environmental conditions of heaven and earth are different, and in Cangyun Realm, he was the only Qi Cultivator, there were still common factors.

"It seems Fellow Daoist has suffered before."

Nie Longhu didn't seem surprised by Chu Zheng's reaction and shook his head slightly:

"Here, there are no Heavenly Dao Laws to uphold, so using such methods occasionally is of no concern."

Soon, he used his divine skills once more, helping Chu Zheng to put on the skin of Qi Shanyong, and then he destroyed the corpse and erased all traces.

"My surname is Nie, given the name Longhu by my master. I am a disciple of the Great Clarity Primordial Daoist Lord lineage, my master is the North Spirit Golden Immortal. He cultivates in the Chuyun Cave of Liyang Mountain within the Guangyuan Realm, and has been doing so for thirty-eight thousand four hundred years."

Once the dust had settled, Nie Longhu got straight to the point, voluntarily disclosing his own background, and then he inquired:

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, from which celestial home do you hail?"

"My surname is Chu, given name Zheng. As for my background… it is inconvenient to disclose. I hope fellow Daoist Nie will not take offense."

Nie Longhu treated Chu Zheng with sincerity, and Chu Zheng did not excessively hide anything, but when it came to discussing his background, he hesitated for a moment.

A Heavenly Immortal like Chu Zheng was still a bit too powerful for the current Cangyun Realm, not to mention, behind Nie Longhu there was the existence of a Golden Immortal level being.

"Chance encounters are like drifting water; it's normal for Daoist Chu to have reservations."

Nie Longhu didn't mind this at all.

After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng voiced the question he had been suppressing for a long time: "Is this place part of the Myriad Realms or is it among the All Heavens?"

"Neither," Nie Longhu shook his head: "This place belongs to the Chaos Sea."

"Chaos Sea?" Chu Zheng's heart shook violently; he remembered Zhao Tingxian.

After betraying the Immortal Alliance, Zhao Tingxian had fled into the Chaos Sea and vanished without a trace.

He had not expected that by arbitrarily choosing a world to travel to, he would also end up in this place.

"In the Myriad Realms' Great Realm, the Heavenly Dao Laws are basically under someone's control. Alien Realm soul divisions wanting to enter are simply impossible; they would be directly exterminated, the risk is extremely high, and as for the All Heavens… there are few of the Human Race, making survival even less likely."

Nie Longhu sighed softly: "Only in this Chaos Sea, though also rampant with alien species, can it be considered a pure land, yet untouched by various forces."

From Chu Zheng's question, Nie Longhu had already seen his lack of experience and quickly came to a conclusion:

"Fellow Daoist, you are quite fortunate this time."

For a Qi Cultivator entering a world like the Tianyao Federation to experience tribulations, this was already a very good start.

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Thanks to the face of Qi Shanyong, Chu Zheng was granted a brief respite.

After stabilizing, the first thing Nie Longhu did came as a surprise to Chu Zheng.

He crafted a Golden Body for the Ancestral Dao.

Within the confines of a temple spanning thirty feet.

Looking at the clay model that had been formed in front of him, Chu Zheng appeared somewhat hesitant; this clay model was almost identical to the one he had seen in the Cangyun Secret Realm.

The only difference was that this one seemed to look even more like his true self.

"Do you feel that this statue resembles your true appearance when you look at it?"

Seeing Chu Zheng lost in thought, Nie Longhu couldn't help but let out a faint smile:

"I was abandoned by my parents at a young age and raised on the charity of others, never having seen the faces of my mother and father. When I first saw the Ancestral Dao Statue, I was quite startled, it seemed almost exactly like myself. At that time, I almost suspected the Ancestral Dao to be my birth father."

"Later, my master told me that the Ancestral Dao has severed all karma, unaffected by the myriad ordeals of the world and the Heavenly Dao. This Divine Statue, for the Ancestral Dao, represents invisible threads of karma; thus, no one can recreate his likeness."

"But the Ancestral Dao is there, impervious to erosion. By using a specific method, one can still craft his Golden Body, yet what beings see is their own true likeness."

Nie Longhu provided an answer to Chu Zheng's doubts.

This once again exceeded Chu Zheng's expectations; the countenance of the Ancestral Dao could not be captured by commonplace means.