Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

After communicating for a while, Chu Zheng pulled out a Zeroth Order elixir and tossed it into the water as a toll.

Woo——

A melodious low moan came from underwater, and suddenly a wave surged up, reaching a height of a hundred zhang. Soon after, the dark shadow below receded.

The more than ten dark shadows that had been closing in on the fleet gradually dispersed as well, disappearing back into the water in the blink of an eye.

The man in blue on the main ship seemed slightly stunned, he took a deep breath as if he had survived a great disaster, his hand holding the compass soaked with sweat.

A hundred-zhang water column, at least at the Spirit Spring Realm Perfection, or even the Entry Dao Realm of Great Demons. Ordinary cultivators in the Entry Dao Realm might not even be a match for it underwater.

Regaining his composure, he unintentionally turned his head to glance at the small boat nearby, shook his head with a sigh, and thought that these two were incredibly lucky to have saved their lives in such a situation.

Seeing this, Geng Yiyang stopped paddling, his gaze slightly condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"During this period of time, I've killed many people, most of whom were nameless."

Before he could think it over, Chu Zheng had already begun speaking in a very calm tone:

"Not long ago, I was still a mortal, sold as a slave in a residence, only knowing some superficial martial arts, life and death determined by others."

"Fortunately, I later found the legacy of a senior, obtained a scroll of cultivation Immortal Laws, inherited various treasures, and only then did I enter the path of cultivation, first witnessing the wonders of heaven and earth."

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, Geng Yiyang resumed paddling and asked softly:

"Young man, where are you planning to go then?"

"To visit the Sect where that senior had lived, it's called 'Taixuan Holy Land,' which must be an extraordinary place."

A hint of longing appeared in Chu Zheng's eyes, his voice filled with anticipation.

To avoid Geng Yiyang having the ability to discern the truth or falsehood of his words, everything Chu Zheng said was true.

Sometimes, revealing part of the truth is the greatest Blinding Method.

With such a vast gap in power, he was already out of options, now he could only give it his all.

Silence followed behind him, not a sound was heard.

After a long silence, Chu Zheng instinctively turned around, only to meet Geng Yiyang's scrutinizing gaze.

"Little one, you're quite good at making up stories, I nearly got fooled by you."

Suddenly, Geng Yiyang grinned, his teeth still neat, a cold white gleam under the sunlight, resembling the sharp teeth of a ferocious beast, causing one's hair to stand on end.

"I wasn't quite sure before, but now it seems I underestimated you."

The expression on Geng Yiyang's face grew more animated, faintly tinged with murderous intent:

"Killing my people from Taixuan Holy Land and then daring to seek refuge at Taixuan Holy Land, you've got guts indeed!"

At his sharp cry, the entire river was instantly smoothed by a giant hand, devoid of any bumps, as stable as if on solid ground.

The world fell deathly silent, the invisible breeze too, stalled, hovering mid-air.

Chu Zheng quickly stood up, his gaze fixed on Geng Yiyang.

Under the terrifying pressure, his heartbeat unavoidably became chaotic, struggling to breathe.

Facing a Pseudo-Immortal was far more hair-raising than facing Ling Qi in the Capital of Great Zhou, under Geng Yiyang's gaze, he felt as if he were about to be crushed.

Quickly revisiting his own words and actions to confirm nothing was amiss, Chu Zheng steadied his spirit and still tried to struggle:

"What do you mean by that?"

Perhaps this old man was bluffing him, a misstep now meant death, he decided to be defiant.

"Why do you think I was waiting here for you?"

With a low murmur, Geng Yiyang's expression was indifferent: "You've just started on the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, naturally, you wouldn't know that Divine Fires can speak... "

"What means did you use to kill Fang Jiong? Using the Spirit Spring God-slaying Transformation, you must have relied on a Spiritual Treasure, it must have been mainly for killing, bring it out and let me see!"

Instantly, Geng Yiyang seemed like a changed person, fiery and increasingly casual in his speech, his tone rising as if intentionally provoking:

"Just like how you killed Fang Jiong, try to slay me! Come!"

Under the increasingly suffocating pressure, Chu Zheng's thoughts gradually began to lose their calm.

Upon hearing Geng Yiyang's words, his heart sank. Any scant hope he had harbored was completely shattered. His understanding of the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture was, after all, rather superficial—at least he could not yet hear the Divine Fire speak.

If the Lihuo Spear could develop a spirit, there was no reason the Divine Fire couldn't, especially a Fifth Order Divine Fire.

It was no surprise that Geng Yiyang had some undisclosed methods to communicate with the Fire Seed within him.

These ancient beings, who had lived for countless years, could not be easily deceived with just a few words. Geng Yiyang had likely gleaned most of the truth and was only testing him.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, ceased his struggles, and retrieved the Lihuo Spear from his Ethereal Ring.

He did not ask the Lihuo Spear to help him; he simply stood quietly, in total silence.

Geng Yiyang was too strong, overwhelmingly so, to the point of despair. Even the Lihuo Spear would stand no chance against him.

Chu Zheng's act of taking it out was merely to give the Lihuo Spear a chance to escape on its own.

If he were to wait until he was dead, the Lihuo Spear would have to first shatter the barriers of the Ethereal Ring before escaping, doubtlessly a slower process.

After all, the Lihuo Spear had once helped him through a major catastrophe, and he owed it that much.

"It really is you..."

Geng Yiyang regained his composure, glanced at the red spear, and then could not take his eyes off it again.

"Lihuo Spear?!"

His face slightly stunned, he blurted out the name of the spear. His muddy eyes filled with a sudden surge of light, filled with disbelief:

"You have received Ye Yulou's legacy?! Where is the Fire Seed of the 'Indestructible Sky Kirin Fire'?!"

"Indeed, it is a relic left by Senior Ye. I have never seen the Indestructible Sky Kirin Fire you speak of."

Chu Zheng nodded, suddenly sensing that the ambiance of killing intent that enshrouded them was gradually dispersing, leading to a new bout of confusion in his heart.

"Where are his bones?"

Geng Yiyang no longer maintained his calm demeanor, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

Chu Zheng was silent for a moment, then focused his mind on the Condensing Space Bracelet and opened the passage.

After his death, Geng Yiyang would still obtain the Condensing Space Bracelet; lingering was pointless.

However, Chu Zheng faintly sensed a glimmer of hope for survival—Geng Yiyang seemed not entirely keen on killing him.

The two entered the Small World one after the other, the Lihuo Spear, unusually, following them in. It seemed to also recognize Geng Yiyang and didn't show much resistance.

In the void, faint ripples flickered as Divine Senses interacted, the man and weapon communicating silently.

Tens of thousands of years was too long a time—words fell short. Through an exchange of Divine Senses, understanding was reached in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the skeleton.

Surveying the green-robed skeleton before him, Geng Yiyang scanned his surroundings. Noticing the traces left on the ground, his eyes reflected a clear sadness:

"So it is... The sect has been unable to summon him back; he was trapped and perished in this realm, a genius envied by the heavens."

After a deep sigh, he murmured, "I know Brother Ye's character. He is not one to lose his wisdom over lust. His departure from the sect must have had its reason; only the naive would believe he was bewitched by demons."

With that, Geng Yiyang slowly raised his hand and extracted a bluish flame from between the bones.

In an instant, the flame danced in his palm, morphing into a Jade Qilin.

Closing his eyes to feel for a moment, Geng Yiyang's expression turned somewhat desolate.

Even the Immortal Flame could not extend his life any longer.

"You, my boy, are truly fortunate."

Regaining his composure, Geng Yiyang's eyes flashed with a hint of envy:

"The Indestructible Sky Kirin Fire is a true Immortal Flame, sourced from within a Holy Beast and not of this world. It was granted by the Immortal Alliance when a True Immortal slayed an Undying Qilin in battle, capturing this True Flame. Only two Fire Seeds were ever forged."

"If not for Brother Ye's exceptional talent, he would not have been accorded this honor. Once you achieve the Divine Transformation, and refine this seed, you can directly master the Immortal Qilin Transformation and sweep through your peers invincibly."

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, his heart unable to suppress a surge of elation.

The intent of Geng Yiyang was quite clear—he intended to spare his life. As for the reason, Chu Zheng was not concerned.

Surviving was fortunate enough. Further questioning why Geng Yiyang had not killed him seemed rather foolish.