Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

After entering the spiritual transformation realm, time was short, and Chu Zheng only cultivated two magical powers, one was the invisibility technique, and the other was the Tongsheng Seal.

The invisibility technique is to save life, and this Tongsheng Seal was specially cultivated by him for Fu Quanliang.

The Tongsheng Seal has great restrictions. It can only be used on one target. It cannot be used on another creature until the Tongsheng Seal is released or the creature carrying the Tongsheng Seal dies.

Ancient Qi practitioners usually used this method to tame some powerful strange beasts. As a long-term companion on the path of cultivation, this magical power was born in order to have something reliable behind them.

In fact, the role of the Tongsheng Seal is far more than that. After placing the seal, Chu Zheng was vaguely aware of the changes in Fu Quanliang's mood.

"ah?"

Fu Quanliang was stunned for a while, and then stood up suddenly. He looked at the slightly cold expression on Chu Zheng's face. His face was blue and white. He struggled in his heart for a moment, then sat back feebly and murmured:

"What do you want to do by placing this kind of restriction on me? How can I help you?"

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, then casually threw the wind-walking sword in front of Fu Quanliang, and said slowly: "We'll wait until you survive."

"What do you mean?"

Fu Quanliang glanced at Feijian, a little confused.

"You killed the man, so naturally this flying sword should be in your hand."

Chu Zheng walked to Jiang Cunhu's body and squatted down. He touched around and soon found a small bag as big as a palm from the back of his waist.

The rope was tied so tightly that it couldn't be pulled open with brute force.

"What's this?"

Chu Zheng made no secret of his ignorance and handed it to Fu Quanliang.

"The storage bag requires magic power to open. I can't use it." Fu Quanliang shook his head: "Jiang Cunhu's things should be inside."

Chu Zheng's heart moved, and the energy in his body surged lightly, and he reached into the storage bag in his hand.

A space half a foot square appeared in his mind, with many items scattered here and there.

Chu Zheng took stock and took out a finger-long piece of jade.

Before Chu Zheng could ask, Fu Quanliang on the side took the initiative to explain: "Lingshi can speed up the practice, and it can be regarded as gold and silver in the world of cultivation."

"How much can such a piece be exchanged for? Can it be exchanged for worldly gold and silver?" Chu Zheng wanted to find out the purchasing power of the spiritual stone.

If it could be exchanged for worldly gold and silver...

"In the mortal world, this piece of money could buy the entire Song family, but no one would exchange it for gold and silver."

Fu Quanliang replied, then shook his head and said:

"It still depends on the region. There is no shortage of spiritual stones in the Holy Land of Cultivation. Low-grade spiritual stones are not worth much, and they are shabby when used as gifts. In some small and run-down sects without spiritual veins, you can occasionally exchange them for good things. Usually, they are basically It’s used for practice.”

Chu Zheng was a little disappointed, and then he took out all the unfamiliar things and asked Fu Quanliang to answer his questions one by one.

After a while, he put away the storage bag with satisfaction and slowly refined it with his own Yuan Qi.

Killing Jiang Cunhu didn't bring much gain. The most valuable thing was the wind-walking sword, but it opened up a corner of the world of cultivation for Chu Zheng and revealed some glory.

This is enough.

It was not until dusk that Song Tonghai and Song Lingxue entered the courtyard and began to arrange for people to clean it.

The moment Jiang Cunhu arrived, they heard Chu Zheng's message and had been hiding until now.

The few dancers in the room were already in a state of confusion. They hugged each other, huddled together, and shivered in the corner, not knowing what was going on outside.

After Song Lingxue sent a few people away, at Chu Zheng's request, she adjusted Fu Quanliang's residence to the edge of the Song Mansion, far away from Chu Zheng.

Jiang Cunhu is dead, and now Yeguang Pavilion's next reaction is crucial.

Whether Fu Quanliang can hold up as a shield remains to be seen.

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Time is like quicksand at the fingertips, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, the Song Mansion has been calm, without any abnormality. The calmness is a little strange, which makes Chu Zheng feel a little uneasy.

In the morning, the sky breaks.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged in the courtyard, circulating Qi around the sky, inhaling the essence of the sun and moon, and improving his power.

Different from when he was refining Qi for a hundred days, his strength gradually began to progress slowly, and the yin and yang Qi around him gradually became thinner for him.

Although it is still possible to practice, the speed is undoubtedly limited.

A burst of footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard. Chu Zheng slowly finished his work and looked at Fu Quanliang, who was running quickly, feeling slightly uncomfortable:

"What happened?"

Fu Quanliang has been warned by him not to move towards him unless there is something important.

"I just received a summons from the sect, ordering me to return to the sect immediately. It was said that it was the Song family's business and that there was no need to worry about it."

As he spoke, Fu Quanliang's expression became increasingly strange:

"One of my junior brothers in the sect sent me a secret letter at the same time, saying that Senior Sister Song was ambushed and the protector, Elder Qin, was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but he luckily escaped back to the sect."

"Is Song Lingqing dead?" Chu Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his mouth to confirm.

"The junior brother didn't mention her life or death in the letter he gave me, I'm afraid..."

Fu Quanliang hadn't finished speaking, but Chu Zheng had already figured it out.

Qin Feng suffered heavy losses, not to mention Song Lingqing. Judging from the actions of the Huanling Sect in recalling Fu Quanliang so that he no longer had to worry about the Song family, this person was most likely dead.

Snapped--

There was a crisp sound in front of the courtyard door. Song Lingxue stood outside the courtyard with a blank look on her face, with food boxes scattered on the ground at her feet.

Chu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and soon he couldn't suppress a low laugh.

This knot was finally untied.

During the laughter, Song Lingxue came back to her senses, her eyes turned red, and she said hoarsely: "Why are you laughing?"

Chu Zheng didn't pay attention to her reaction, the smile on his face became more and more prosperous, he shook his head and said:

"Song Lingqing is dead now, and you have no value at all in the eyes of those in the Immortal Sect."

This is true for the Phantom Sect, and it is also true for the Yeguang Pavilion.

Jiang Cunhu's death will naturally be blamed on the Phantom Sect, and no one will connect this matter with the Song family.

Even if there is anger, the Song family is now qualified to escape and will not be hunted down by the Immortal Sect.

At least, there is hope to live.

Song Lingxue didn't listen anymore, turned around and ran to find Song Tonghai.

Chu Zheng slowly suppressed his smile, looked at Fu Quanliang beside him, and said in a deep tone:

"I have something I want you to do."

"What's the matter?" Fu Quanliang's heart tightened.

"Before, it was the Phantom Spirit Sect that forced you into a dilemma of life and death. Don't you want to take revenge?"

"revenge?"

Fu Quanliang felt a sense of absurdity: "How to repay?"

He had never even thought about the word revenge. How could a low-grade immortal bone take revenge on a giant sect of the Immortal Sect?

"Everyone must pursue something in his life."

Chu Zheng stood up slowly, looked far into the distance, slowly raised his hand and held it empty, as if holding the sun in his palm:

"I was born to do great things."

"There is something wrong with the Song family. You lure me into the Phantom Sect, and I will help you destroy him."

"What you can't do, I'll do it."