Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Within the main hall.

Feeling the vitality emanating from her body from the inside out, Yu Ning felt uncontrollable ecstasy in her heart and stood up suddenly.

The blood mixed with the spiritual spring meandered down the tight skin, creating a ruddy shimmer.

The vigorous vitality brought by her body even loosened the bottleneck of her cultivation.

Yu Ning took a deep breath, feeling the powerful blood steaming from the essence and blood on his body, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the strength of this blood energy, Chu Zheng's physical body is not much better than that of martial arts monks.

Immortal monks, nourishing the soul, relying on magical weapons and spiritual weapons, can exert 100% of the power with three points of magic power, and even more powerful weapons.

Even if the physical body is severely injured in an instant, as long as the soul is intact, the combat power will not be affected much. In even an instant, muscles and bones can be regenerated, bringing the physical body back to life.

Martial arts monks, on the other hand, pay more attention to physical fitness. Physical fitness is the foundation of combat power. Physical injuries will have a great impact on combat power.

The physical strength of martial arts monks is almost as strong as the magical weapons of immortality.

However, if the weapon is damaged, it can still be smelted and recast, but the body is not a weapon after all. Once damaged, it is basically impossible to perfectly restore it to the original state.

Unless you embark on the path of spiritual practice and never get hurt, there will always be some hidden wounds over time.

The secret medicine that can make up for hidden injuries is also a rare thing in the Martial Palace. Only those with extraordinary talent, or those who have reached the peak of the saint or even the great saint realm, can use it.

"Thank you very much, Lord Taixuan."

Yu Ning cupped her fists and saluted with a solemn expression. This was a great favor that affected her path.

Just to repair the hidden wounds in the body, this trip to Cangyun was worthwhile.

"Special envoys don't need to be polite. Now I have a request from you two. Please do your best and do what you deserve."

Chu Zheng waved his hand, gathered up his clothes, covered the slightly hideous wound on his chest, and said slowly:

"It's just that this method is very damaging to me. I need to rest for a few days before I can continue to heal Special Envoy Xie."

Looking at Chu Zheng's face as pale as paper, Yu Ning frowned slightly. Without saying anything, she put on her outer robe and strode out of the dormitory.

Seeing Yu Ning come out and Xie Xingzhong waiting outside the hall, a glint flashed in his eyes:

"how?"

Yu Ning took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "To conquer the heavens, restore the old as new, return to the original."

At this moment, her internal organs were in the same state as when she first entered martial arts. She didn't feel any discomfort, and her whole body felt indescribably light.

Xie Xingzhong's eyes widened and he looked at Chu Zheng who was following behind. Seeing that his energy and blood were greatly exhausted and his face was pale, he couldn't help but wonder: "Holy Lord, this is..."

‘I’ll tell you more about it later. ’

Yu Ning glanced at Song Lingxue who was not far away. She stopped Xie Xingzhong's questions via voice transmission and turned back to look at Chu Zheng:

"The two of us will stay temporarily in Taixuan City. After ten days, we will come again and the Holy Master can rest in peace."

After saying that, she took out the storage spirit ring that Chu Zheng had given her before and handed it back:

"The conditions given by the Holy Lord are generous enough. Please take them back."

Chu Zheng did not refuse, nodded and accepted, and said slowly: "But if you need it, you can send a message at any time. I will try my best to prepare for you two within my ability."

From beginning to end, his posture was very low.

Now that he is asking for things from others, he naturally needs to have the attitude of asking for things from others.

"Farewell, the Holy Lord will stay."

Yu Ning left without saying much and left with Xie Xingzhong.

After watching the two people leave, Chu Zheng turned around and looked at Song Lingxue, his pale complexion having returned to rosy.

"Just now..."

Song Lingxue hesitated to speak. She wanted to ask what happened in the palace, why Yu Ning wanted Chu Zheng to rest in peace and cultivate himself, and why Chu Zheng's face was so pale just now.

"It's nothing, don't think too much."

Chu Zheng did not intend to let Song Lingxue know about what happened in the palace. It would only make her worried and guiltier, which was meaningless.

Song Lingxue lowered her head, and the fingertips in her sleeves were tightly clasped into her palms. Her knuckles turned slightly white, and a huge feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.

At first, because of her, Chu Zheng bowed his head to Geng Yiyang, and he had the shackles on his body called Taixuan Holy Land.

Now for her, Chu Zheng lowered his head again and paid a price she didn't know.

Things shouldn't be like this...

Seeing Song Lingxue lowering her head and saying nothing, Chu Zheng raised his hand to caress the top of her head and spoke warmly:

"Don't worry, I will try my best to help you pave the way. Leaving Cangyun is also a good thing for you. I will go to find you before long."

Song Lingxue's eyes were a little bitter, and she buried herself in Chu Zheng's arms. She raised her hands and hugged his waist tightly. She held back the tears that were about to burst out and said in a low voice:

"This is the last time, I promise."

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Xie Xingzhong left Taixuan all the way. After entering Taixuan City, they randomly found an inn to stay.

"How? What kind of secret method did Chu Zheng use? Is it really so effective?!"

After entering the room, Xie Xingzhong spoke impatiently.

"Chu Zheng used the essence and blood from his heart and supplemented it with secret techniques to warm my body. Now, all the injuries in my body have indeed recovered."

Yu Ning's expression condensed slightly: "This method will cause great damage to oneself, and may even shake the foundation of cultivation."

The essence and blood in the heart is very important to a monk. Even if it is slightly damaged, it will take a long time to cultivate. This secret method of draining one's own essence and blood to warm others is too costly for a martial arts monk.

Hearing this, Xie Xingzhong looked a little regretful. Such a method that could not be replicated in large quantities was a little useless for the Martial Hall.

"This Chu Zheng is a man of character. He is willing to do this for his wife."

Yu Ning's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed softly: "I thought that most people in the immortal way were unfeeling and unrighteous, but I didn't expect that there would be such a sentimental person. It's really amazing."

"After all, he is just a child in his twenties. Who can say what he will become in a thousand years."

Xie Xingzhong shook his head slightly, his expression a little complicated: "The immortal and the martial arts are different. The efforts he spent are destined to be in vain."

It is really difficult for a cultivator to go far if he attaches so much importance to the love between men and women.

"That may not be the case."

Yu Ning's idea was obviously different from Xie Xingzhong's:

"Song Lingxue's bones are indeed top-notch. Although her comprehension is not yet clear, if she is well cultivated, she should have the opportunity to become a great saint in the future. If..."

The great saint of martial arts is already comparable to the immortal king of immortals and stands at the top of the universe. A strong man of that level will not have so many constraints when he wants to do things.

"Even if she really becomes a great saint one day, it will be a long time, how can she remember this short period of more than ten years."

Xie Xingzhong sighed: "The cultivators from the Cangyun Realm cannot fuse the true blood of the immortals. At best, they are just true immortals. I am afraid that they will hardly meet again in the future..."

At this point, he stopped talking.

Although the Immortal Alliance and the Martial Palace seem to be in harmony now, they are ultimately different and cannot make plans together.

If Song Lingxue really entered the Martial Hall, the two of them might meet in the battlefield of the Daoist struggle in the future, which would be the real fate.

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Time passed in a flash, and ten days later, Xie Xingzhong brought Yu Ning to visit again.

Chu Zheng spent two days and bathed Xie Xingzhong in blood twice before he was completely repaired.

Two days of bloodletting almost drained Chu Zheng's blood and vitality, and his eyes were dim and his face was like gold paper. At first glance, his body was exhausted.

The moment his injuries were completely healed, Xie Xingzhong went a step further, his blood and qi rushed straight into the sky, summoned the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, and stepped into the realm of half-saint of martial arts.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Chu! I am grateful for your kindness today. If there is a chance in the future, I will repay you generously!"

Xie Xingzhong could not suppress his excitement and bowed with his fists.

The semi-saint realm is equivalent to being on the edge of the martial saint, and the meaning is completely different.

"This is the result of the accumulation of Daoist Xie. I am just doing a favor."

Chu Zheng leaned against the wall of the hall, smiled and spoke, his cheeks were pale, his chest was open, and deep in the hideous wound, he could vaguely see his slowly beating heart.

He had never felt so weak as he did at this moment, just one step away from the gates of hell.

It would not be enough to win people's trust if it was not such a huge price.

Xie Xingzhong restrained his blood and qi, walked quickly to Chu Zheng, fed him a magic pill to nourish blood and qi, and solemnly promised:

"Daoist Chu, rest assured, as long as I, Xie, am still alive, I will definitely protect Daoist Song and live up to your trust."

"Thank you."

The effect of the medicine gradually dissolved, and Chu Zheng's face looked better. After tidying up, he walked out of the hall.

Yu Ning stood outside the hall. When she saw the two of them coming out, she immediately nodded and greeted them. After looking Chu Zheng up and down, she couldn't help but frown.

People in the martial arts are most sensitive to the perception of qi and blood. Chu Zheng's appearance shows that he is not far from death. Even if there is a life-extending elixir or a peerless medicine, it will be difficult to recover without several years.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please rest assured to retreat and heal your wounds. We will rush to the Biluo Kingdom first. After the competition is over, we will come to pick up Miss Song before leaving."

Yu Ning was very considerate and left this last part of free time for Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue.

"I will go to the Biluo Kingdom with you."

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered and he shook his head.

"Why?" Yu Ning was slightly surprised. In Chu Zheng's current state, retreating to heal his wounds is the most important thing. Going to the Biluo Kingdom can be put aside.

"There are still some matters to deal with."

Chu Zheng smiled faintly and didn't elaborate.

Now that the Wanzong Hidden Dragon Competition is approaching, Song Lingqing should have arrived in the Biluo Kingdom. After all, they are sisters, and Song Lingxue wants to see her again before leaving Cangyun.

In this regard, Chu Zheng naturally wants to help her. There is not much time left before the competition begins, and it will take some time to find someone.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, make your own decision."

Seeing this, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning said no more. Since Chu Zheng has his own ideas, they can't interfere too much.

In addition to Song Lingxue, Chu Zheng is also going to bring more than a hundred inner disciples on this trip.

The strongest of these disciples have already entered the Dao, which is enough to participate in the competition and win a place.

Although only the winner can enter the Immortal Alliance, if they stand out in the competition, they can also get rewards from the Holy Land.

These disciples of Taixuan only have this one chance in their lives to participate in the Wanzong Hidden Dragon Competition. It would be a pity not to see it.

There will be casualties, which is inevitable, but we can't give up because of fear. We have to see the world.

What's more, Chu Zheng is here. As long as he has a breath left, Chu Zheng can save their lives.

Fu Quanliang had no intention of participating in any competition and chose to stay in the holy land. He always knew his own limitations. Compared with those geniuses, his fighting power was really limited.

Moreover, Taixuan now also needed people.

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Biluo Country.

In Wanlong City, where thousands of arenas were gathered, there was a huge flow of people at this moment. Countless spiritual lights came from all over the world and all sank into this killing land.

The invisible dispute had gradually opened up, filled with thick gunpowder smoke.

A stream of light stopped in the sky above Wanlong City, and more than a hundred figures came out in a line. They were all wearing red robes, golden crowns and jade belts. They were fifteen or sixteen years old. They were full of vigor and vitality, like the rising sun, and instantly attracted the attention of many cultivators.

"Which force is this? Why are they all children?"

"I have never seen them before."

The Taixuan Holy Land had not been seen for a long time, and it seemed a little strange to all forces and cultivators.

"Golden crown for hair, divine fire clothes... It's Taixuan Holy Land!"

"How long has it been since Taixuan Holy Land reopened? In addition to the Taixuan Holy Lord, are there any disciples preparing to participate in this competition?!"

"It is worthy of being a holy land with profound heritage. Less than ten years after the mountain gate was reopened, there are already younger disciples entering the Tao?!"

Among the crowd, there are still knowledgeable people who recognize the clothing of Taixuan Holy Land.

For the cultivation level revealed by many inner disciples, many cultivators showed shock on their faces.

In such a short period of time, it takes energy and resources to cultivate such a generation of disciples, which is unimaginable for many small sects.

Among the many cultivators gathered around, a figure wearing a bamboo hat raised his head slightly, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

After spending thousands of days and nights, she finally relied on herself to walk to this Wanlong City.

What she saw and heard along the way has greatly changed her mentality.

In the muddy corners that the great monks above the clouds could not see at all, there were countless low-level monks struggling and licking blood on the edge of a knife. It was not enough to describe what she had experienced.

Song Lingqing's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the man standing in the center of the Taixuan disciples.

He was tall and straight, like an eagle with wings spread high in the sky. His eyes were like a cold pool, deep and bottomless. He wore a scarlet and gold-patterned robe, which added a sense of dignity. He looked around like a god king on earth. Every move was filled with chilling oppression.

After only a few years of not seeing each other, Chu Zheng had something else that she could not understand.

Song Lingqing's eyes moved to the right and fell on Song Lingxue beside Chu Zheng. A trace of disappointment inevitably surged in her heart.

Her sister could hide under the wings of that man with peace of mind, but she could not.