Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel - Chapter 717 - : 483: derailment

Chapter 717: Chapter 483: Derailment

Hundred Days Spiritual Transformation of Qi Refining, Sun and Moon Essence enters the body, increasing Qi Strength by a hundred pounds a day.

After a night had passed, Chu Zheng was no longer as frail as before, his once thin frame gradually becoming robust.

Chu Zheng slowly got up and walked towards the guardian river at a leisurely pace.

The wide river surface glimmered with a grayish hue under the morning light, the water flowing slowly, the riverbanks overgrown with weeds, and some crooked wooden stakes slantingly inserted on the banks, entangled with some tattered fishing nets and debris.

A faint smell of riverine brine lingered in the air.

Chu Zheng’s gaze fell upon the guardian river, as if staring into a mirror reflecting the future.

As another night passed, some fragmented memories seemed to gradually awaken in his mind.

His journey to Ancient Times seemed to have another reason…

Zheng Chu.

The moment this name surfaced in his mind, Chu Zheng’s brows furrowed slightly, flashing scenes of memory fragments in his mind.

After a long time, until the afternoon, he finally digested these memory fragments.

Chu Zheng recalled the visions he saw in the Heart Burning Corridor; he had long ago seen Xue Qing.

So now… has he become Zheng Chu?

Sensing this, his expression slightly tightened as he instantly turned around, racing back to Xue Qing’s small courtyard without a moment’s hesitation, flipping over the courtyard wall effortlessly.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, almost lifeless and dead silent.

This scene was entirely different from what he remembered, his doubts in his mind growing incessantly.

With his gaze fixed, Chu Zheng no longer hesitated, quickly stepped forward, and pushed open the door.

The door was ajar and swung open with a light creak.

The room was dimly lit and sparingly furnished, with a battered wooden table and a few benches.

In the center of the room, against the wall, stood an equally worn altar, yet it was wiped very clean.

Upon the altar were two ancestral tablets, standing side by side, resembling lonely gravestones in the dim light.

Chu Zheng’s pupils contracted sharply as he strode to the altar, his gaze fixated intently on those two tablets.

The left tablet bore the inscription: ‘In Memory of Father Xue Lishan.’

The right tablet was inscribed with the same handwriting: ‘In Memory of Mother Su Yunwan.’

A chill swiftly crept from the soles of Chu Zheng’s feet to the top of his head, leaving him shivering, his brows tightly furrowed, eyes filled with incredulity and suspicion.

No, none of this is right.

The scene before him greatly deviated from the blurred yet intensely vivid memory fragments in the depths of his soul.

According to the past he learned in the Heart Burning Corridor, Xue Qing’s mother, Su Yunwan, should still be alive at this moment.

Xue Qing’s father had died early, her mother, though elderly and plagued by lung disease, often coughing, was at least supposed to survive until winter according to his memory.

But now, only these memorial tablets remained before Chu Zheng’s eyes.

Evidently, some deviation had occurred.

Either the memories he witnessed in the Heart Burning Corridor were false, or the timeline he currently found himself in had diverged.

Could this be a chain reaction caused by his reversal of time?

For a moment, a sense of crisis welled up in Chu Zheng’s heart; the past might have already changed because of him.

Then, will the future be altered too?

While Chu Zheng was lost in thought, a light sound suddenly echoed from the courtyard gate.

Squeak—-

Xue Qing had returned.

Chu Zheng turned to look outside, seeing Xue Qing enter, her body steaming with heated mist, her tight-fitting outfit almost soaked through, clinging to her body, outlining her graceful curves.

Her chest heaved slightly, sweat trickling down her smooth forehead, dropping onto the ground and kicking up a light dust, a few strands of her black hair sticking to her temples, her expression somewhat weary.

In a split second, Xue Qing’s gaze pierced through the open door, capturing the figure that should not have been there.

“What are you doing here?”

Xue Qing’s voice questioned harshly, tinged with an unrestrained anger, her black-and-white eyes as sharp as blades, pinned onto Chu Zheng, even flashing a hint of killing intent.

Before Chu Zheng could explain, Xue Qing’s eyes scanned the entire courtyard like lightning, confirming no other traces of intrusion, and in the next instant, she lunged towards Chu Zheng like a tiger unleashed.

“Get out!”

With a cold shout, Xue Qing reached out like an iron vice, suddenly grabbing the collar of Chu Zheng.

Her palms were not large, but they were covered with thin calluses, incredibly powerful.

With an overwhelming force, Chu Zheng felt himself being lifted off the ground, his newly started cultivation body’s strength, slightly over a hundred pounds of Qi Strength, rendered utterly powerless against Xue Qing’s grip, no more than a helpless chick.

Whoosh—-

The wind rushed past his ears as Chu Zheng’s feet left the ground, and he was directly hauled out of the door by Xue Qing.

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In just a few steps, he was near the courtyard gate, and then Xue Qing twisted her waist and kicked, delivering a fierce blow to Chu Zheng’s side.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Chu Zheng’s petite body was kicked like a ragged bag, hurtling through the air in a wretched arc, crashing heavily on the outside yellow earth of the courtyard, rolling two or three times before stopping, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Intense pain shot through his side and from where he landed, causing his vision to black out momentarily, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed.

Xue Qing stood at the courtyard entrance, looking down at the curled-up Chu Zheng on the ground, her eyes icy, devoid of any pity, her voice cutting like ice and clearly echoing in Chu Zheng’s ears: