Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel - Chapter 720 - - 484: the beginning of slaughter (part 2)

At this moment, he only had a vague concept of the Heavenly Divination Technique, but lost the specific path to achieve it.

Chu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the two unresponsive garments in front of him, feeling a flicker of frustration in his heart.

Having lost this most direct and effective tracking method, finding Xue Qing in this vast cold night was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

In an instant, Chu Zheng suppressed this useless emotion, his gaze slightly fierce, and after a brief pondering, he made a decision.

Since he couldn’t directly track down Xue Qing, he would wait for her to come to him.

No matter where the news of Xue Qing came from, it would surely be sent back to the city hall; this hub of the city was the best place to obtain the latest intelligence.

He no longer hesitated, after a slight pause, he stuffed the two pieces of clothing close to his body, his figure flashed, merging into the shadows of the night wind, heading straight out of the small courtyard.

Utilizing the Invisibility Technique, stealthily and silently, Chu Zheng sped towards the city hall.

Cold wind swirled with snowflakes, hitting his face, as Chu Zheng swiftly darted across rooftops and through alleyway shadows, his figure agile and unpredictable.

Buzz–

Halfway there, a sudden emptiness surged from Chu Zheng’s dantian.

Chu Zheng couldn’t help but come to an abrupt halt, hiding under the shadow of a eave, gazing inwardly, discovering that the Yuan Qi within him was already somewhat thin.

The exertion of the Invisibility Technique combined with the rapid rush was consuming much more Yuan Qi than he had anticipated; this newly entered Spirit Transformation Realm body had too shallow a foundation.

This unfamiliar feeling of nearing depletion, an unsustainable force, furrowed Chu Zheng’s brows tightly for a moment.

Because of the existence of the repair panel, since embarking on the path of cultivation, fighting with others, he had never doubted due to insufficient Yuan Qi.

But now the common predicament faced by ordinary cultivators had truly fallen upon him.

“Hoo…”

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the gap in his mind, slowing down while starting to channel his circuit of Qi, drawing nature’s spiritual energy into his body to restore his Yuan Qi.

Soon, the city hall appeared in Chu Zheng’s view.

Unlike the darkness and deathly silence elsewhere, the city hall was brightly lit inside and out. The tall courtyard walls had guards every few steps, all armored and wary, blades drawn, the torchlight reflecting on their sharp edges, creating a tense atmosphere.

Chu Zheng once again activated the Invisibility Technique, his presence concealed like a stubborn stone, moving against the lofty courtyard wall shadows like a gecko, finding a relatively secluded corner, lightly touching his toes, Yuan Qi circulating, he flipped over the high wall gracefully, landing inside the city hall.

As his toes touched the ground, Chu Zheng’s mind immediately became alert, sensing a strong Qi.

This aura, within the mundane blood Qi-filled city hall, was particularly conspicuous, like a firefly in the night.

It wasn’t the blood Qi fluctuation of an ordinary person, but a more refined, condensed Life Yuan Qi, its concentration and quality far apart from the surrounding mortals, evidently belonging to a cultivator.

Judging by the strength of the Yuan Qi, Chu Zheng immediately made an assessment.

The owner of this aura has a cultivation stronger than his own meager initial Spirit Transformation Realm level, but still quite limited, not breaking out of the First Order range.

His mind remained highly focused, concealing his own aura to the utmost, ghost-like, hiding his form, slowly approaching the source of the cultivator’s aura.

Soon, he arrived at the main hall inside the city hall.

The hall was grand, with carved beams and painted rafters, windows tightly shut, bright candlelight glowing through the paper windows, casting flickering shadows of people inside, with the main door wide open.

Chu Zheng stepped straight into the doorway, holding his breath, observing the situation inside the hall.

Over a dozen robust guards, brimming with vigor, encircled the hall’s periphery like iron towers, hands on sword hilts, eyes alert.

In front of the main table inside the hall sat two figures.

One wore a dark green official robe, in his forties, with a short beard, his figure slightly lean, eyes reflecting the shrewdness of someone seasoned in officialdom, along with a lingering hint of panic.

Seated in the main position was a man in his thirties wearing black. He wasn’t dressed in official robes but in an exceptionally fitted black vestment robe, unparalleled in material, with faint flows of radiance.

Behind him was a sheathed long sword, its hilt ancient yet emitting a sharp aura; the cultivator’s aura that Chu Zheng sensed beforehand emanated from this person.

Chu Zheng strained to listen to the intermittent conversation within the hall, quickly understanding the identities of the two. The one in the official robe was the Lord of Iron Fate City, named Feng Ling.

The black-robed cultivator was from a cultivation sect known as the ‘Xuanxiao Sect,’ named Xiao Yu.

Judging by his aura, he also follows the path of drawing nature’s spiritual energy into the body, with ordinary blood Qi, not a Body Refining Practitioner; it’s unclear what his route is for now.

His cultivation level is estimated to be mid-stage First Realm, weaker than Chu Zheng anticipated.

At this moment, Feng Ling repeatedly cupped his hands towards Xiao Yu, his face full of gratitude and lingering fear:

“Today, thanks to the Superior Immortal’s timely intervention, the fiend was injured by thunderous means, otherwise my life would be forfeit. I, Feng, am endlessly grateful!”

Xiao Yu sat at the main seat, his expression indifferent, shaking his head slightly with a deep voice:

“City Lord Feng need not thank me, it was a minor gesture.”

He changed the subject with sharp eyes, his tone leaving no room for doubt:

“If you can capture that young girl, I hope that City Lord Feng will deliver her to me unharmed!”

Feng Ling’s face of gratitude froze, a barely discernible suspicion flickered in his eyes, and he asked cautiously:

“May I ask the Superior Immortal, who is this fiend?”

Xiao Yu’s expression remained unchanged as he explained calmly:

“The girl was born with an unusual root bone. Though she commits crimes, she might possess remarkable cultivation potential. I intend to take her back to the sect to see if she has the value for a bit of cultivation. If she remains obstinate, there is still time to deal with her.”

“Oh! I see, I see!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling immediately plastered a knowing smile on his face, repeatedly responding: “The Superior Immortal is merciful, willing to give such a fierce individual a chance to reform, truly benevolent!”

However, Chu Zheng’s keen eyes caught that fleeting trace of suspicion deep in Feng Ling’s eyes the moment he looked down.

Clearly, Feng Ling did not fully trust Xiao Yu’s explanation but dared not question it due to the Superior Immortal’s status.

The hall fell into a brief silence, the atmosphere subtle.

Step step—-

Heavy footsteps sounded, and an armored soldier dashed in from outside the hall, kneeling on one knee, speaking urgently:

“Reporting to the lord, blood-soaked footprints have been found in the Black Crow Forest four miles outside the city. The size of the prints matches that of the fugitive, and the tracks lead into the forest. It is assumed to be the fugitive.”

Black Crow Forest, blood-soaked footprints.

This critical information struck Chu Zheng’s ear like a bolt of lightning.

Xue Qing was injured, escaped into the dense forest, and the situation was not optimistic.

Chu Zheng’s mind was slightly shaken, his breath deepened, and the Yuan Qi running at the limit within him paused imperceptibly for a moment due to this emotional fluctuation.

“Who is there?!”

At the main seat, Xiao Yu, who had been sitting all along, suddenly opened his eyes wide, piercing lights shot out like cold stars, instantly locking onto the direction where Chu Zheng was hiding under the Invisibility Technique.

His perception, more sensitive than ordinary people, detected the slight leakage of Qi from Chu Zheng.

Xiao Yu’s face showed no hesitation or superfluous movements. His right hand lifted like lightning, and his wide sleeve suddenly flicked.

Woosh—-

Fu Lu covered in vermilion talismans scattered like celestial maidens scattering flowers. The moment they left his hand, they self-ignited without wind, transforming into over a dozen sharp divine lights of crimson red, dark blue, and even ghastly white, shooting fiercely towards Chu Zheng’s hiding place with piercing space-shattering sounds!

Xiao Yu’s gaze was cold, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

At the instant of throwing the Fu Lu, he twisted his body sharply, drew his sword in reverse, and the seemingly ancient longsword was drawn with a piercing sound, as if forcibly tearing the air apart.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of essence blood, so crimson it’s almost eerie, sprayed abruptly from Xiao Yu’s tongue, landing precisely on the buzzing trembling blade.

The blood, upon touching the sword’s spine, emitted a strange “hissing” sound as if boiling oil hitting snow, greedily absorbed entirely, without leaving a drop.

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The originally silvery-gray blade suddenly burst into a blinding bloody glow, numerous dense blood-colored runes flowed and gradually burned within the light.

Voom—-

The sword’s sound no longer a crisp metallic resonance, transformed into a shrill ferocious howl, like a deep abyss ghost’s roar, violently distorting the air throughout the entire hall.

“Get out!”

A stern shout rang like a thunderclap, the longsword swung down, a fierce blood light several meters long slashed out fiercely!