Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel.

Chapter 207: Changes in Cangyun, Preparations for the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition

Due to the large number of believers who died, the level of cultivation dropped, which would take some time to make up for.

Chu Zheng once again spent three months, swallowing many elixirs to replenish his spirit, before he restored his cultivation to the level of the fifth transformation of the Divine Infant.

However, it will take some time to fully recover.

Originally, he wanted to continue his retreat, but a message forced him to come out of seclusion.

Now, there are less than two years left until the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, and many matters need to be prepared. Several major holy places and true immortal families have jointly agreed to meet with Chu Zheng in more than a month to discuss the matter.

Although the top spot of this session is undisputed, the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition is a grand event that is held once every hundred years in Cang Yun. The Immortal Alliance has given its word, and preparations have been made for a long time before this. The special envoy of the Martial Palace will also arrive as scheduled, so it will still proceed as scheduled.

Moreover, with the changes in the environment of heaven and earth, the geniuses in various forces have made a lot of progress in their cultivation. The top ten on the Potential Dragon List are now all Divine Infant cultivators.

In addition to the disciples of several major holy places, there are many young cultivators in other major sects who are looking forward to becoming famous in the Cang Yun Realm through this competition.

Some outstanding people may be able to gain the appreciation of the Immortal Alliance through this opportunity.

In terms of quality alone, this year's Wanzong Qianlong Competition is undoubtedly the strongest, but it is also the one with the least suspense.

As for the position of the champion of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, no force or cultivator believed that anyone could shake Chu Zheng's position.

Shang Zuling, the only one who had some hope, had already been defeated.

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It was just before dawn when Chu Zheng came out of the pass.

Before daybreak, many Taixuan disciples had already appeared on the square under the main peak, practicing breathing exercises.

Now, within the sect, except for Fu Quanliang, the oldest disciple is already fifteen or sixteen years old. Their bodies are gradually growing stronger, and many of them have stepped into the spiritual spring. There are even several who have condensed their immortal foundation and become cultivators entering the Dao realm.

The few people who have condensed their immortal foundation are all the best among the top-grade immortal bones.

Chu Zheng stood in the remaining night, looking at the disciples in front of him, with a faint light in his eyes.

The lack of successors is exactly what Taixuan is facing now.

Fu Quanliang, dressed in a red robe, walked among the disciples, occasionally speaking and correcting the practice of some of the younger disciples.

Now, Fu Quanliang is the only one in charge of Taixuan Holy Land. Originally, there were elders from various halls, but now, those elders have followed Geng Yiyang to the battlefield outside the domain.

The cultivation of those children with top-grade immortal bones is almost as good as his. If they are taught for a while longer, there is nothing more to teach. It all depends on their own perception.

After looking for a while, Chu Zheng called Fu Quanliang over through voice transmission.

"May the Holy Lord be well." Fu Quanliang came over quickly and bowed: "I just happen to have an important matter to report to the Holy Lord."

Now, Chu Zheng no longer shows any trace of his previous impetuousness in him, and his brows are full of calmness.

However, at this moment, Fu Quanliang couldn't help but feel nervous, and even the blood in his body began to flow faster.

He noticed the changes in Chu Zheng, as if there was suddenly an oppressive force from above, which made him feel a little scared.

The century-old god, sitting high in the temple, worshipped daily by hundreds of millions of creatures, has naturally developed an air of nobility that is incompatible with this mortal world.

"Tell me about it." Chu Zheng replied casually.

How could there not be any changes after ascending the throne? It’s just that Chu Zheng himself has not noticed it yet.

A hundred years was really too long, and he had even gradually gotten used to looking down on others.

"We need to hold a competition within the sect to select new inner disciples." Fu Quanliang replied respectfully.

Nowadays, the inner gate of Taixuan Holy Land only has the top-grade immortal bones that were selected when people first entered.

Among the remaining disciples, there are many with mid-grade immortal bones who are fully capable of entering the inner gate and are worthy of devoting more resources to their training.

Chu Zheng is the 759th Holy Lord of Taixuan Holy Land, and these disciples are also the 759th generation of Taixuan, and are of the same generation as Chu Zheng.

The resources of a sect are limited, and they need to allocate a portion of them to disciples with greater talents or who practice harder. This is the way for a sect to survive, and it should not be underestimated.

Chu Zheng pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "It's arranged. Let me know."

After saying that, he raised his hand to help Fu Quanliang repair the poison left in his body due to overdose of pills, then turned and left.

After a while, Fu Quanliang raised his head and stared in the direction where Chu Zheng left. He remained silent for a long time, with a hint of disappointment in his expression.

In just a short moment, his back was soaked with sweat, and he seemed not to be talking to Chu Zheng just now.

I don’t know when, but the Chu Zheng who I first met has disappeared without a trace.

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Chu Zheng slowly climbed to the top of Lingfeng Mountain.

The morning glow of sunrise filled the sky, illuminating bursts of divine light and auspicious colors, tearing apart the dark curtain.

On the martial arts arena on the top of the mountain, Song Lingxue was practicing as usual.

Almost every time Chu Zheng came here, Song Lingxue was practicing, like a running machine, not like a flesh and blood body at all, as if she would never get tired.

After a moment, Chu Zheng stopped at the edge of the martial arts field.

Song Lingxue turned around and saw Chu Zheng. The smile that had just risen on her face suddenly froze, and she subconsciously took half a step back. For a moment, she didn't even recognize Chu Zheng.

There was a gleam of light in Chu Zheng's eyes. The internal Qi in Song Lingxue's body had been refined to become more and more rounded. She was only one step away from forming a pill.

The martial arts way of holding the elixir is equivalent to the immortal way of condensing the soul, and is the third level of cultivation.

In addition to her innate talent, Song Lingxue's own diligence plays a big part in the reason.

"Sorry, I'm still a step late."

Chu Zheng spoke first, with a hint of apology in his tone:
"My current strength is still far from enough."

His current level of cultivation is not enough to keep Song Lingxue from the Wu Palace.

Now there are less than two years left. Even if he incarnates again to experience the tribulation and gains a lot, he can only reach the level of Tongxuan at most.

Compared with a giant like the Immortal Alliance Martial Palace that suppresses trillions of star fields, it is simply insignificant.

In other words, he didn't have the strength to break the rules. "You have done me no wrong, why are you apologizing?"

Song Lingxue came back to her senses, her lips curled up slightly with a faint smile:
"There is ample time……"

Over the years, Chu Zheng often went into seclusion, and each seclusion would take a long time. She knew very well why it was done.

Sometimes, Song Lingxue would even want to pull Chu Zheng aside and ask him to stop and rest, so that they could enjoy the little time left between them.

Chu Zheng is already the Holy Lord of Taixuan and poses no threat to Cangyun at all, but he still practices hard in seclusion for many years. She knows very well why.

Therefore, she could only watch Chu Zheng moving forward and watch the little time they could spend together disappear bit by bit.

During this process, she could only focus all her energy on practicing, so that she wouldn't have to think so much.

Once the people from the Martial Hall arrive, the situation will be completely out of control.

All future developments are unpredictable, and it may be a question whether she and Chu Zheng will have the chance to meet again in this life.

She did not doubt Chu Zheng's talent, but simply did not have enough confidence in herself. For the past ten years, she had almost always lived under Chu Zheng's protection.

The universe is so vast that it is heart-breaking. The distance between stars is so great that even light takes billions of years to travel, let alone flesh and blood.

Whenever she thought of this, she was in extreme anxiety almost day and night.

But when facing Chu Zheng, she couldn't show this feeling at all and still had to greet him with a smile, because she really didn't want to put more pressure on Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng has done enough for her.

After calming down the turmoil in her heart, Song Lingxue slowly walked to Chu Zheng and sat down at the edge of the martial arts field, swaying her long legs slightly. Her pretty face had gained a bit of maturity that came with the years.

"I have a talent for martial arts since I was young, and my father had high expectations for me, so when I started practicing martial arts, I rarely touched those ordinary girls' toys. When I was three years old, I could already distinguish between swords, spears, swords and halberds."

Looking at the rising sun, Song Lingxue looked a little dazed, with a flash of reminiscence in her eyes:

"Do you still remember the year you first entered the Song Mansion?"

"You should have been seven years old at that time. I had just celebrated my tenth birthday. It was near the New Year, and Daddy bought a group of slaves and maids for the mansion. You were standing among the crowd, skinny and inconspicuous, but I still saw you at a glance."

"When Lingqing was still young, her mother passed away. In addition, she had no talent for martial arts, so Dad always favored her. When there were new servants, he would always choose her first."

"To this day I still remember that day she asked me which one I wanted, I pointed at you, and then she chose you."

At this point, Song Lingxue's lips curled slightly and she chuckled, "Her temper is usually not obvious, but I know it. She can't be called arrogant, but she is a bit overbearing and doesn't care about other people's thoughts at all."

"I'm the eldest sister, so I should give in to her. Dad also told me not to make a fuss about it, so that's all."

"At that time, you were dull and straightforward, and you were not very popular in the mansion, but Ling Qing was willing to protect you, so you didn't suffer much."

Chu Zheng listened silently. These memories were also in his mind. However, his spiritual wisdom was sealed at that time and his spiritual perception had not yet awakened. Naturally, he looked a little dull and inflexible.

"Later, Ling Qing entered the Immortal Sect. After she left, I raised your treatment to the same level as the escorts in the palace. Even in winter when there are few prey and meat is scarce, I will always give you a share."

Song Lingxue sighed softly, with disappointment in her eyes, and a hint of resentment:
"I thought you would be very grateful, but you became more and more distant to me. Every day when you see me, you would avoid me. When I asked you to come to my side to do things, you would refuse. Do you think you are really that scary?"

Song Lingxue never understood the reason behind this, but Chu Zheng now knows it very clearly.

As a mere slave, he was treated like a bodyguard who lived on the edge of a knife. Naturally, he was envied by others. He suffered countless losses and exclusion, both openly and covertly. In addition, he was not very smart and offended countless people. Naturally, his life was very painful.

At that time, he only knew that these troubles came from Song Lingxue, so he naturally wanted to stay away from her.

Later, Chu Zheng's spiritual awareness revived, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the previous mess and never recalled it in detail.

Now that I think about it carefully, even the accidental breaking of the jade cup might have been deliberately planned by someone.

However, these trivial matters have long been gone with the wind, and even the Song Mansion has disappeared without a trace.

"Chu Zheng, I have always wanted to ask you."

Song Lingxue hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and asked:
"If nothing had happened, Ling Qing hadn't entered the Immortal Sect, and everything in the Song Mansion was the same as before, who would you choose?"

Hearing this, Chu Zheng couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, "If nothing had happened, would it be my turn to choose?"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, picked up Song Lingxue and walked towards the hall.

"I have been in seclusion for a long time. Let me take a bath and change clothes first."

There are not many new things in the world, they are just coincidences.

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Fu Quanliang quickly completed the coordination of matters concerning the sect competition.

After reporting the basic process to Chu Zheng, the screening process began in an orderly manner.

Since there were not many disciples, and many of them were only seven or eight years old and had just become sensible, the competition was concluded in less than three days.

More than 300 disciples successfully entered the inner gate. For the top three, Chu Zheng took out three top-grade magic weapons as rewards.

At the same time, Chu Zheng gave all the disciples in the sect an opportunity to give individual guidance.

His cultivation had reached this point, and his attainments in the Taixuan Divine Fire Sutra were not low. Coupled with his spiritual eyes, he could see through the confusions encountered by these disciples at a glance without any effort at all.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

During this month, Chu Zheng did not retreat again because Song Lingxue became very clingy and stayed with him almost all day long, and they were rarely able to separate.

For this reason, Song Lingxue even gave up her hard practice, buried herself in the jade bed all day, and indulged in the life of a pair of beautiful lovers.

It was not until the time for the several major holy places to meet approached that Chu Zheng was able to get away and set out on the road to the venue of the Wanzong Qianlong Competition.

Things are different now. As the Holy Lord of Taixuan, Chu Zheng has not arrived, the other holy places can only wait patiently.

Due to some delay, by the time he arrived at the 'Bi Luo Kingdom', the other major holy places and the True Immortal families had already arrived for a long time.

"It's only two years away from the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. This is a grand event that only happens once every hundred years in Cang Yun. I still need you fellow Taoists to take care of it."

"In this case, we still need to set a rule to decide which side will lead this competition."

After a round of greetings, someone soon turned the topic to Chu Zheng.

"Saint Lord Taixuan, you have already achieved great success, so you don't need to compete with those juniors. Now there are only two Saint Lords, Taixu and Taixuan, in the major holy places. Why don't you two take charge of the overall planning?"

(End of this chapter)