Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

"Taixu Holy Land?"

This is not the first time Chu Zheng has heard this name. Fu Quanliang also mentioned it when he was in the Song Mansion last time.

Zhao Tingxian, a genius with high-grade immortal bones who was born in the Zhao family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, once served as a holy son in the Taixu Holy Land.

"Yes, it is no small matter for the Immortal Sect to go to war. If there are no checks and balances, it will affect billions of people. Dozens of countries in the surrounding area will be plunged into war. The impact will last for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. The Holy Land will usually end in mediation."

Fu Quanliang pondered for a moment, and then said: "The special envoy of the Holy Land came here three years ago because of the matter of the high-grade immortal bones. At that time, Senior Sister Song had only been in the sect for half a month, and she happened to be taken out by the Supreme Elder, so she didn't meet her for a while."

"The news spread so quickly?" Chu Zheng was a little surprised.

"With a radius of tens of millions of miles, there are hundreds of sects, large and small. Each sect accepts disciples. In addition to touching the bones, they also need to pass the judgment of stepping on the immortal stone to see the true grade of the immortal bones."

"What is the immortal stone?" Chu Zheng was a little surprised. He thought that the immortal bones should be easy to distinguish.

"The Immortal Stepping Stone was issued by the Holy Land of Taixu. It can sense the level of the Immortal Bone. The higher the level of the Immortal Bone, the more violent the reaction of the Immortal Stepping Stone. It is said to be a clone of an immortal treasure."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng's expression changed, and his first reaction was that Taixu Holy Land was engaging in a monopoly on geniuses and protectively absorbing all geniuses who might pose a threat.

No matter which sect has a genius, Taixu Holy Land can introduce him to the Holy Land first, which not only avoids possible enemies in the future, but also adds a bit of sect's heritage, which is undoubtedly killing two birds with one stone.

The strong always stay strong.

Fu Quanliang looked around and said via voice: "I heard that this special envoy is here not only for the sect to start a war, but also partly for Zhao Tingxian."

"What does this have to do with Zhao Tingxian?" Chu Zheng looked increasingly confused.

"I heard from a senior sister that the Huanling Sect's branch in Dazhou has evacuated because Zhao Tingxian suddenly appeared as a saint and killed an elder of Yeguang Pavilion in Song Mansion."

"Song Mansion?" Chu Zheng took a deep breath.

He did not expect that the affairs of the Song family would actually alarm an elder of the Immortal Sect. The elder was still dead. If he had walked slower at that time, he might have been dead by now.

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment and asked Fu Quanliang's opinion: "Do you think this battle can be fought?"

"It's best not to fight. If this battle really breaks out, both sides will suffer. I will definitely be the first to enter the battlefield."

Fu Quanliang frowned slightly and said uncertainly: "I feel that this matter should be reconciled under the mediation of the Holy Land."

Chu Zheng also had the same idea. It was impossible for the Phantom Sect to pay such a high price for Song Lingqing. If a war really started, Yeguang Pavilion would obviously be much stronger.

The best option for the Phantom Sect is to seek some benefits through the mediation of the Holy Land.

Perhaps, this is the original intention.

Chu Zheng rubbed his eyebrows and organized his thoughts. The ideas in his mind became clearer.

Three years ago, the special envoy of Taixu Holy Land came here due to the incident of stepping on the Immortal Stone, so it is certain that the person with high-grade Immortal Bones must exist.

If the Phantom Sect deliberately concealed it, it was because they wanted to hide this person and leave a way out for their sect.

Song Lingqing was originally a substitute, so the shattering of the immortal bones might have been arranged long ago.

Now, it has been some time since Song Lingqing's immortal bones were shattered. However, the news of the change of position of the true disciple has not come yet. Perhaps he is deliberately waiting for the special envoy of the Holy Land.

"Wait for me for a moment."

After coming back to his senses, Chu Zheng carried a bag of waste elixirs into the hay shed and spent half an hour repairing all the zero-level elixirs.

He picked two power-increasing elixirs, filled several hundred pills in a bowl, walked out of the hut, and handed them to Fu Quanliang:

"These should be of some use to you."

Seeing the sharp pills emerging from the bowl, Fu Quanliang was momentarily distracted. In the ten years he had been in the sect, he had never seen so many spiritual pills that could increase his power.

So many elixirs can be exchanged for several high-quality magic weapons in Phantom City.

"This is……"

Fu Quanliang quickly thought of those waste elixirs just now, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. When he raised his head to ask, he saw Chu Zheng shaking his head.

"I see."

He was always measured and reacted quickly. With a serious look on his face, he wrapped the sea bowl in a cloth bag.

This astonishing method can be called a blessing, and even the Holy Land will be tempted.

After knowing Chu Zheng for so long, this is the first time Fu Quanliang has seen real benefits, and it is inevitable that he has some ups and downs.

"These elixirs can only be eaten and cannot be resold. I don't need to tell you the pros and cons. You know them well," Chu Zheng reminded.

Although these elixirs are not of high grade, their medicinal power is definitely several times better than the same type of elixirs.

When refining any elixir, some of its potency will be lost, and after repair, these missing parts will be made up. This is something that no alchemist can do.

"I see."

Fu Quan nodded and hugged the cloth bag in his arms tightly: "I will be more careful when taking the waste pill so that no one will notice."

With the support of these elixirs, no matter how poor his talent is, it will be easy for him to enter Lingquan within a year.

This is tantamount to Chu Zheng helping him change his life.

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A few days later.

At noon, the main peak of the Phantom Sect is reached.

In the main hall at the top of the peak, there were more than a hundred figures standing scattered, with two figures occupying the main position.

Sitting on the chair in the middle was a middle-aged man, wearing a moon-white robe. He was tall, with silky hair, deep eyes, and traces of time on his face.

Although he looks to be in his late fifties, sitting on the chair at this moment, he is like a crouching tiger, looking down in all directions, suppressing all the disturbances in the hall.

The special envoy of the Taixu Holy Land, Ling Qi, is an invincible strongman who has stepped into the Seven Transformations of the Divine Infant.

He alone can overwhelm the entire Phantom Sect.

Beside him is a man in his thirties, dressed in a green robe, with a tall figure, a handsome face, and a temperament as clear as the moon. The master of the Phantom Sect, Gu Chunyang, has perfected his cultivation as a divine infant.

Ling Qi glanced at the main hall and asked in a calm tone, "Where is the person?"

Gu Chunyang immediately waved his hand: "Biography of Song Lingqing."

A figure slowly walked into the hall and reached the center of the hall.

Song Lingqing raised her head and scanned the surroundings silently. The great elders of the inner and outer sects, the Alchemy Hall, the Punishment Hall, several peak masters, and several supreme elders in retreat were all present.

She had only seen such a large formation when she joined the sect. When she recalled it now, her memory was a little blurry. The elders at that time did not look at her.

Before Gu Chunyang could speak, Ling Qi had already stood up, took a step forward, and was standing in front of Song Lingqing in the next moment:

"The child suffered."

Ling Qi's eyes were soft and he raised his hand to touch the back of Song Lingqing's head. His eyebrows slowly wrinkled and his eyes were slightly cold:

"Is this the top-grade fairy seedling?"