Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Taixuan Holy Land.

Inside the main hall of the main peak.

The red crystal pillars scattered in all directions, supporting the entire dome, reflecting the warm firelight.

The temperature here is extremely high, making it difficult for ordinary Lingquan monks to stay there for long.

The hall was empty, except for Geng Yiyang and Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng sat on the floor, breathing steadily, and suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly.

[Celestial Pattern Immortal Fire Palace (Eighth Level): A low-grade fairy treasure, from the hands of an immortal weapon master, suppresses a ball of fairy fire below, the grade is unknown. 】

Low grade fairy treasure.

Looking at the prompts on the panel, Chu Zheng's eyes couldn't help but have a strange look. It was a complete low-grade immortal treasure. Its power was impossible to estimate at all. I was afraid it would not be weaker than a true immortal.

Taixuan Holy Land is worthy of being the Taoist tradition that has produced true immortals. This hall is a rare immortal treasure in the world. It is not known whether it has other heritage.

"You went to Taixuan today. Isn't it because you suddenly had a whim and wanted to hang out? What do you want to do?"

Chu Zheng suddenly came to Taixuan and showed his talent for super-grade immortal bones. Although Geng Yiyang was surprised, he was also a little cautious.

In his eyes, Chu Zheng was too irrational. A person who was not afraid of death would find it difficult to consider the consequences of his actions.

"I'm here to see my first wife, why not?"

Chu Zheng turned his attention away from the Immortal Palace and said slowly:

"When did I become the Holy Son of Taixuan?"

The Holy Son is a candidate for the Holy Lord. He became the Holy Son. With the current situation of Taixuan, there is almost no dispute that he will become the next Holy Lord.

However, he has no interest at all in being the Taixuan Saint Lord.

"If you nod your head today, you will be my only saint son, Taixuan. After I die, you will take over the throne of Taixuan Saint. Everything in Taixuan will be yours."

Geng Yiyang's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said slowly: "The master of a holy land, isn't it enough for you to leave a name for future generations?"

"I've met Ji Xian."

Chu Zheng did not hide the fact that he had met Ji Yuyan, and said bluntly: "How long the Cangyun Realm can exist is still unknown. How can it leave a name for future generations?"

"Ji Yuyan?"

Upon hearing the word Ji Xian, Geng Yiyang's eyes narrowed slightly and he sat upright:

"What did he say to you?"

"Talked about some things in the universe..."

Speaking of this, Chu Zheng paused slightly and then said:

"After this Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition, he will ask the Immortal Alliance for permission to take me into the Little Immortal Realm."

Hearing this, Geng Yiyang slightly closed his palms and slowly clenched them into fists. After a while, he loosened them slightly weakly and his expression returned to calm.

Compared with the Immortal Alliance, the competitiveness of Taixuan Holy Land is too weak. If he were Chu Zheng, he would choose the Immortal Alliance without hesitation.

What's more, the relationship between him and Chu Zheng was too fragile. At first, it was maintained by threats. It was expected that it would develop into what it is now.

However, it is inevitable that there will be some unwillingness.

"I have no plans to go to Little Fairyland."

Chu Zheng's voice sounded again, making Geng Yiyang a little surprised for a moment:

"Why?"

"I have no plans to join the Immortal Alliance for the time being."

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly. If he wanted to go further on the road of refining Qi, he couldn't have too much involvement with the Immortal Alliance.

It is not difficult to analyze from Ji Yuyan's words that once he condenses the golden elixir, it will be difficult to turn back in the Qi refining line.

Judging from the fact that the Immortal Alliance rejects people of different sects, it is impossible to tolerate him practicing the Qi refining method.

Chu Zheng has already made a conclusion about the choice between these. He is not an indecisive person, and he will give up whenever he wants.

What's more, looking forward and looking back is often a thankless task.

"Then the position of the Holy Son..."

"I will not take over Taixuan. After cultivating Tongxuan, I will leave Cangyun on my own." Chu Zheng did not play riddles and said straight to the point:

"Before this, I have always been the chief of the Taixuan True Tradition and the position of the Holy Son. You will choose another person before your death."

"What do you want?"

Geng Yiyang condensed slightly. Chu Zheng's words were exactly what he wanted. It must have been hundreds of years before Chu Zheng became enlightened.

By that time, the younger generation in the Holy Land must already have someone who can carry the cauldron, and with the addition of the Immortal Treasure Sect, it will be enough to maintain this foundation.

But Chu Zheng would never help him so easily, he must have something to ask for.

"Sacred fire, and training resources." Chu Zheng spoke concisely and made the conditions.

He needs the foundation accumulated in Taixuan Holy Land for thousands of years. He will try to raise all the five Taoist foundations in Dantian to the ninth level of perfection.

Relying on his own strength, it would be difficult to gather these spiritual objects in a short time.

"Yes, you can use all the resources in Taixuan at will."

Geng Yiyang responded without any hesitation, and then said:

"This is something decided between you and me. Only you and I know about it. To the outside world, you are the Holy Son of Taixuan. How about it? According to the rules, I can only give you some resources if you become the Holy Son."

"Okay." Chu Zheng nodded in agreement without hesitation.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again and mentioned the old owner of the Ning Kong Bracelet, You Ziyun:

"You Ziyun died under the Taiyuan Dragon Sword Dance. I think it is closely related to the people of Taixu Holy Land."

After the words fell, Geng Yiyang's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and his eyes darkened: "How are you sure?"

Chu Zheng slowly raised his hand, his fingertips flashed with spiritual light, and a sword energy formed by water flowed through his palm like a swimming dragon:

"I have learned the Taiyuan Dragon Sword Dance, and it matches the traces left on You Ziyun's corpse."

This was naturally a temporary excuse Chu Zheng came up with.

When he and Geng Yiyang came into contact with You Ziyun's body, he already knew the real cause of his death, but he only delayed telling the truth until now.

Looking at the small sword swimming in Chu Zheng's palm, Geng Yiyang's pupils were slightly dilated, unable to conceal his shock.

As for the cause of You Ziyun's death, he had already speculated before, but it was only confirmed at this moment.

What shocked him so much was Chu Zheng's control over Taiyuan Dragon Sword Dance.

Taiyuan Dragon Sword Dance, this sword technique has extremely high requirements for talent. If you want to reach the level of Chu Zheng, a genius with high-grade immortal bones will have to spend at least ten years of hard work.

Even the super-grade immortal bones were the fastest to be mastered in the history of Taixu Holy Land. It took a full two years to get started.

Geng Yiyang had already heard about Chu Zheng's acquisition of several immortality techniques, but he never expected that Chu Zheng had become so proficient in the Taiyuan Dragon Sword Dance.

After a while, Geng Yiyang came back to his senses, with a complex look in his eyes.

He was worthy of being an accomplished monster who could forcibly practice different ways in the Cangyun Realm. Chu Zheng's talent far exceeded his imagination.

Super-grade immortal bones are by no means the limit of Chu Zheng. Compared with root bones, this person's understanding is truly terrifying.

He was basically certain that Chu Zheng practiced hereticism, but he was not prepared to point it out.

If you say it at this time, it will inevitably look threatening. In addition, Chu Zheng's mind is sharp and changeable, and there will inevitably be a lot of speculation. When the time comes, there will be a gap in the heart, which will not be good.

Now that Chu Zheng has met Ji Yuyan, the stage of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition is now over.

As for the problem that after the competition, Song Lingxue left the boundary and the deviation of the heavenly path still could not return to the original point, he would try to find a way to cover up for Chu Zheng.

There are still eight years left, enough for him to prepare.

Seeing that Geng Yiyang was silent for a long time, Chu Zheng only thought that he was considering his relationship with Taixu Holy Land and did not bother him.

"Let's go, I'll show you the people in Taixuan Holy Land now."

After a while, Geng Yiyang spoke again and stood up slowly, with no trace of happiness or anger in his expression.

Chu Zheng calmly stretched out his hand and touched the hall under him, then stood up and followed Geng Yiyang out.

At the foot of the main peak of Taixuan is a wide square.

More than ten thousand years ago, this place was a place where only true disciples and inner disciples could set foot, but now it has been temporarily converted into a residence for a group of disciples.

At this moment, the square was full of people. More than two thousand little carrot heads gathered in a mighty pile, and the sound of laughing and playing could be heard endlessly.

Children of the same age can get along with each other with just two or three sentences, and since there are no elders around at the moment, it is even more troublesome.

There were only a few dozen children at the front, sitting upright with solemn expressions on their faces. They were wearing the clothes of Taixuan inner sect disciples.

From the day they entered the door, they knew that they were different from the children who were still staying at the outer door, and there was an invisible sense of distance.

"Quickly, stand still and stop making trouble. Shen Mao, what are you doing?! Why are you taking off someone's pants!"

"Jiang Shouhui! Damn it, is this the place where you pee?!"

Fu Quanliang walked among the children, his face full of pain, and it was impossible to control these little devils.

After a long period of confusion, the team finally managed to stand in line.

Not long after, with the arrival of a Taixuan elder, the place fell silent for a moment.

The children who were noisy just now fell silent for an instant.

They were not afraid of Fu Quanliang, because Fu Quanliang would only curse a few words at most and would not hit them at all.

But these elders are different. Each one of them is a rare great monk in the world. The pressure alone makes people feel afraid from the bottom of their hearts. No one dares to offend them.

Fu Quanliang slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and saw Geng Yiyang and Chu Zheng walking from the top of the mountain. He was a little nervous for a moment.

In the position of the chief of the inner sect, he sat on tenterhooks, with no talent to support him. He was almost walking on thin ice every day, fearing that he had done something wrong.

A group of Taixuan elders arrived one after another, faced Chu Zheng, and bowed slightly to indicate:

"I have met the Holy Son."

The Holy Son, in terms of status, is higher than many elders. Geng Yiyang is so prestigious in Taixuan that no one dares to argue with his decision.

He believed that Chu Zheng was the Holy Son of Taixuan, and that Chu Zheng, just like Fu Quanliang, had low-grade immortal bones and could still be the chief of the inner sect.

This is not a false reputation. The amount of practice resources that the inner sect chief enjoys every month is something outside monks can never imagine.

"See the Son."

Fu Quanliang knelt down on one knee and saluted. A group of children behind him followed suit and knelt down, saying unevenly:

"See the Son..."

Chu Zheng looked at the group of people in front of him, his eyebrows slightly raised. He had never felt so intuitively the predicament of Taixuan Holy Land's current situation.

A group of old people who are about to die, and a group of children who have just been enlightened.

In a hundred years, these elders will almost be dead. By then, the entire Taixuan will be destroyed in just one day.

If he hadn't been forced to do so, Geng Yiyang would not have backed down in front of him.

Apart from him, there will be no other suitable person who can temporarily take charge.

"This is the head of the execution hall, Ge Yuan."

"Master of the Alchemy Hall, Gong Rulong."

"The head of the weapon refining hall is Qi Ying."

…

Geng Yiyang took Chu Zheng to meet many elders one by one and left a basic impression.

All the elders had a very calm attitude and were not overly enthusiastic.

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

They have lived too long, and their bad habit of making hasty judgments about a person has long been lost in the past.

Regarding Chu Zheng, they all reserved their own opinions. Only by having more contact in the future can they have a more intuitive feeling.

The same is true for Chu Zheng. He is habitually a little wary of these old antiques whose cultivation is at least above the realm of divine transformation.

After a brief introduction, many elders quickly dispersed. If there was nothing important, they would rather stay in the cave and save as much energy as possible.

In this way, they might be able to live a few more years and accompany Tai Xuan to move forward.

Fu Quanliang originally wanted to say something to Chu Zheng, but after looking at Geng Yiyang on the side, he stopped and turned around to send the junior brothers and sisters back first.

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

Chu Zheng was silent for a while and said bluntly:

"The building is about to collapse and is in danger."

If Chu Zheng does not exist, Geng Yiyang's best plan is to find a successor with sufficient cultivation from the outside.

But doing that would be tantamount to giving away Taixuan's foundation.

"It's really merciless."

Geng Yiyang grinned and waved his hand:

"You don't need me to tell you where Song Lingxue is, right? Just go on your own."

Chu Zheng didn't say much. After bowing his hands, he turned around and left.

Most of the reasons for his trip to Taixuan were to send Wubi to Song Lingxue.

Song Lingxue's location is on a spiritual peak on the edge of Taixuan, some distance from the main peak.

It took a while before Chu Zheng arrived.

As soon as he got down, Chu Zheng saw Song Lingxue on the martial arts stage, her slightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxing.

Although he knew that Geng Yiyang would not embarrass Song Lingxue too much, he could not help but feel worried.

Seeing that she was in excellent condition at this moment, she was naturally relieved.

Chu Zheng took a step forward and was already on the martial arts stage. Before Song Lingxue could react, a figure appeared behind him.

Her subconscious instinct made her hair suddenly rise, and the familiar smell that followed made her unconsciously put down the hand she had just raised, and turned around in disbelief.

The young man behind him had an upright posture and a warm smile. His breath was as warm and clean as ever. His clear eyes reflected a familiar face full of confusion.

"You're welcome and safe."

Listening to the words coming from her ears, Song Lingxue seemed to have a tight string slowly unwinding in her heart.

After looking at Chu Zheng for a long time, she slowly raised her hand and combed his slightly messy hair at the temples, with a smile in her eyes:

"Everything is fine."