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Chapter 210 The competition is coming soon, see you later

Within the main hall.

Feeling the vitality emanating from her body from the inside out, Yu Ning couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her heart and stood up suddenly.

Blood mixed with spiritual spring water flowed down along the tight skin, creating a layer of rosy glow.

The vigorous vitality brought by her physique even loosened the bottleneck of her cultivation.

Yu Ning took a deep breath, feeling the strong blood energy steaming from the essence and blood on the surface of his body, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the strength of his blood and energy, Chu Zheng's physical body is not inferior to that of a martial arts practitioner.

The immortal cultivators cultivate their primordial spirit and rely on magic weapons and spiritual treasures. With only three percent of their magic power, they can unleash tenfold power, and they place greater emphasis on controlling the weapons.

Even if the physical body suffers severe damage in an instant, as long as the soul is intact, the combat effectiveness will not be affected much. In an instant, the flesh and bones can be regenerated and the physical body can be revived.

Martial arts practitioners, on the contrary, pay more attention to the physical body. The physical body is the foundation of combat power. Damage to the physical body will have a great impact on combat power.

The strength of the martial arts practitioners' physique is almost as good as that of the magical weapons of immortals.

However, if a weapon is damaged, it can be melted and recast, but the body is not a weapon after all. Once damaged, it is basically impossible to restore it perfectly to its original state.

Unless you embark on the path of cultivation and never get hurt, over time, there will be some hidden injuries.

The secret medicine that can heal hidden injuries is also a rare item in the Martial Hall. Only those with extraordinary talents or those who have reached the level of Saint or even Great Saint can use it.

"Thank you, Holy Lord Taixuan."

Yu Ning clasped her fists and bowed with a serious expression. This was a favor from a great man that would affect her career.

Just to repair the hidden injuries in the body, Cang Yun's trip was worthwhile.

"Special envoy, there is no need to be polite. I have a request for you two now, so it is my duty to help you."

Chu Zheng waved his hand, gathered up his clothes, covered the slightly hideous wound on his chest, and said slowly:
"However, this method is extremely exhausting to me. I need to rest for a few days before I can continue to heal Envoy Xie."

Looking at Chu Zheng's face as pale as paper, Yu Ning frowned slightly, said nothing, put on his outer robe, and strode out of the bedroom.

Seeing Yu Ning coming out, Xie Xingzhong, who was waiting outside the hall, had a gleam in his eyes:
"how?"

Yu Ning took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "Seize the creation of heaven, restore the old to its new state, and return to the origin."

At this moment, her internal organs were no different from the state when she first started practicing martial arts. She did not feel any discomfort, and her whole body felt indescribably light.

Xie Xingzhong's eyes lit up as he looked at Chu Zheng who was following behind him. Seeing that Chu Zheng's blood and qi were greatly depleted and his face was pale, he could not help but wonder: "Holy Lord, what is this..."

'I'll tell you more about this later.'

Yu Ning glanced at Song Lingxue who was not far away, and stopped Xie Xingzhong's questioning with a voice transmission, then turned around and looked at Chu Zheng:
"The two of us will stay in Taixuan City temporarily. We will come back to bother you after ten days. Holy Lord, rest and recuperate."

After saying that, she took out the storage ring that Chu Zheng had given her and handed it back:

"The conditions offered by the Holy Lord are already generous enough. Please take them back."

Chu Zheng did not refuse. He nodded and accepted it, then said slowly, "If you need anything, you can send me a message at any time. I will do my best to prepare it for you two within my ability."

From beginning to end, he kept a low profile.

Now that he needs help from others, naturally he should have the attitude of asking for help from others.

"Goodbye, Holy Lord, please stay."

Yu Ning didn't say much and left with Xie Xingzhong.

After watching the two people leave, Chu Zheng turned around and looked at Song Lingxue. His pale face had regained its rosy color.

"Just now..."

Song Lingxue hesitated to speak. She really wanted to ask what happened in the hall, why Yu Ning wanted Chu Zheng to rest and recuperate, and why Chu Zheng's face was so pale just now.

"Nothing, don't think too much."

Chu Zheng did not intend to let Song Lingxue know what happened in the palace. This would only make her worried and make her feel more guilty. There was no point in that.

Song Lingxue lowered her head, her fingertips in her sleeves clasped tightly around her palms, her knuckles turning slightly white, and a huge feeling of powerlessness surged from her heart.

At the beginning, because of her, Chu Zheng bowed his head to Geng Yiyang, and was shackled with the shackles called Taixuan Holy Land.

Now, for her, Chu Zheng bowed his head again and paid a price she didn't know.

It shouldn't be like this...

Seeing Song Lingxue lowering her head and keeping silent, Chu Zheng raised his hand and gently stroked her head, speaking in a gentle voice:
"Don't worry, I will do my best to pave the way for you. Leaving Cangyun will be a good thing for you. I will come to find you soon."

Song Lingxue's eyes were slightly sore, and she buried her head in Chu Zheng's arms, raised her hands and tightly wrapped them around his waist, holding back the tears that were about to flow, and spoke in a muffled voice:
"This is the last time, I promise."

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Xie Xingzhong and his companion left Taixuan and after entering Taixuan City, they randomly found an inn to stay at.

"How is it? What secret method did Chu Zheng use? Is it really so effective?!"

After entering the house, Xie Xingzhong couldn't wait to speak.

"Chu Zheng used his heart essence and blood along with secret techniques to nourish my body. Now, all the injuries in my body have fully recovered."

Yu Ning's expression was slightly tense: "This method will cause great damage to oneself, and may even shake the foundation of one's cultivation."

The essence and blood in the heart are extremely important to a cultivator. If there is even a slight damage, it will take a long time to recover. This secret method of draining one's own essence and blood to nourish others is too costly for a martial arts cultivator.

Hearing this, Xie Xingzhong looked a little regretful. Such a method that could not be replicated in large quantities was a bit useless to the Martial Hall.

"This Chu Zheng is a man of character. He is willing to do this for his first wife."

Yu Ning's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed softly: "I thought that most people in the immortal way were heartless and unloyal, but I didn't expect there would be such a sentimental person. It's really amazing."

"After all, he is only a child in his twenties. Who can say for sure what he will become in a thousand years?"

Xie Xingzhong shook his head slightly, his expression somewhat complicated: "The paths of immortals and martial artists are different. All the efforts he has spent are destined to be in vain."

It is difficult for a spiritual practitioner to go far if he places so much importance on love between men and women.

"That may not be the case."

Yu Ning's idea was obviously different from Xie Xingzhong's:

"Song Lingxue's aptitude is indeed top-notch. Although her comprehension is still unknown, if she is well cultivated, she should have a chance to become a great saint in the future. If..."

The Great Sage of Martial Arts is already comparable to the Immortal King of Immortals and stands at the pinnacle of the universe. A strong person of that level would not have so many constraints when he wanted to do things.

"Even if she really becomes a great sage one day, it will be a long time in a long time. How can she remember this short period of time of more than ten years?"

Xie Xingzhong sighed: "The cultivators from the Cangyun Realm are unable to fuse the true blood of the immortals. At best, they are just true immortals. I'm afraid that the two of them will hardly have the chance to meet again in the future..."

Having said this, he stopped talking.

Although the Immortal Alliance and the Martial Palace seem to be in harmony now, they are ultimately different and cannot work together. If Song Lingxue really enters the Martial Palace, the two of them may meet in the battlefield of the struggle for the orthodoxy, which is the real fate.

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Time flies, and ten days later, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning came again.

As for Xie Xingzhong, Chu Zheng spent two days and bathed him in blood twice before he was able to completely repair him.

Two days of bloodletting had almost drained out Chu Zheng's blood. His vitality was severely damaged, his eyes were dim, his face was pale, and at first glance, his body looked much weaker.

The moment his injuries were fully recovered, Xie Xingzhong unexpectedly made further progress. His energy and blood rushed into the sky, summoning strange phenomena from heaven and earth, and he entered the realm of semi-saint in martial arts.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu! I am deeply grateful for your kindness today. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you generously!"

Xie Xingzhong could hardly suppress his excitement and bowed deeply with his fists clasped.

The semi-saint realm is equivalent to being on the verge of becoming a martial saint, and its meaning is completely different.

"This is thanks to Brother Daoist Xie's accumulation of experience. I am just doing you a favor."

Chu Zheng leaned against the wall of the hall and spoke with a smile, his cheeks pale as a trace of blood. His chest was open, and deep in the hideous wound, a slowly beating heart could be vaguely seen.

He had never felt so weak as he did at this moment, and was only one step away from the gates of death.

If the price wasn’t so huge, it wouldn’t be enough to gain people’s trust.

Xie Xingzhong gathered his energy and blood, walked quickly to Chu Zheng, fed him a blood-nourishing elixir, and made a solemn promise:
"Fellow Daoist Chu, please rest assured. As long as I, Xie, am still alive, I will definitely protect Fellow Daoist Song and live up to your trust."

"Thank you."

The effect of the medicine gradually dissipated, and Chu Zheng's complexion looked a little better. After tidying himself up, he walked out of the hall.

Yu Ning was standing outside the hall. When she saw the two men coming out, she immediately nodded and greeted them. After looking Chu Zheng up and down, she couldn't help but frown.

People who practice martial arts are most sensitive to qi and blood. Chu Zheng's condition shows that he is not far from death. Even if he has a life-extending elixir or a miraculous medicine, it will be difficult for him to recover without several years.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please rest assured and recuperate. We will rush to Biluo Country first. We will come back to pick up Miss Song after the competition is over and before we leave."

Yu Ning was very considerate and reserved this last bit of free time for Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue.

"I will go to the Kingdom of Biluo with you."

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered and he shook his head.

"Why?" Yu Ning was slightly surprised. In Chu Zheng's current condition, it was important for him to retreat and recuperate first. Going to Biluo Country could be put off until later.

"There are still some matters to be attended to."

Chu Zheng smiled faintly and didn't elaborate.

Now that the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition is approaching, Song Lingqing should have arrived in the country of Biluo. After all, they are sisters, and Song Lingxue wants to see her again before leaving Cangyun.

Chu Zheng naturally wanted to help her in this regard. There was not much time left before the competition started, and he would have to spend some time looking for someone.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please make your own decision."

Seeing this, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning said no more. Since Chu Zheng had his own ideas, they should not interfere too much.

On this trip, in addition to Song Lingxue, Chu Zheng also plans to bring more than a hundred inner disciples.

The strongest of these disciples has already entered the Dao, and is fully qualified to participate in the competition and win a place.

Although only the winner can enter the Immortal Alliance, if you stand out in the competition, you can also receive rewards from the Holy Land.

These disciples of Taixuan only have this one chance in their lifetime to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. It would be a pity if they don't go and see for themselves.

Naturally there will be casualties, which is inevitable, but we cannot give up because of fear. We must finally see the world.

What's more, Chu Zheng is here. As long as he has a breath left, he can save their lives.

Fu Quanliang had no intention of participating in any competition and chose to stay in the holy land. He has always been self-aware and knew that compared with those geniuses, his fighting ability was really limited.

What's more, Taixuan nowadays cannot do without people.

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The country of Biluo.

The Wanlong City, which is composed of thousands of arenas, is now crowded with people. Countless spiritual lights come from all over the world and are all immersed in this place of killing.

The invisible dispute has gradually unfolded, filled with thick smoke of gunpowder.

A stream of light stopped in the sky above Wanlong City, and more than a hundred figures emerged one after another, all wearing scarlet robes, golden crowns and jade belts. They were teenagers of about fifteen or sixteen years old, full of vigor and vitality, like the rising sun, and instantly attracted the attention of many cultivators.

"What kind of force is this? Why are there only children?"

"Never seen it before."

The Taixuan Holy Land has not been seen for a long time, and it seems a little unfamiliar to various forces and cultivators.

"The golden crown on the hair, the divine fire robe... this is the Taixuan Holy Land!"

"How long has it been since Taixuan Holy Land reopened? In addition to the Taixuan Holy Lord, are there any disciples ready to participate in this competition?!"

"As expected of a holy land with profound heritage, it has been less than ten years since the mountain gate was reopened, and there are already younger disciples entering the Dao?!"

Among the crowd, there were still some knowledgeable people who recognized the costumes of Taixuan Holy Land.

Many cultivators showed shock on their faces at the cultivation levels displayed by the inner disciples.

To be able to train such a generation of disciples in such a short period of time requires energy and resources that are unimaginable for many small sects.

Among the many monks gathered around, a figure wearing a bamboo hat raised his head slightly, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

After spending thousands of days and nights, she finally reached the Wanlong City on her own.

What she saw and heard along the way has brought about a great change in her mentality.

In the muddy corners that are completely invisible to the great monks above the clouds, there are countless low-level monks struggling and licking blood. It is simply not enough to describe what she has experienced.

Song Lingqing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the man standing in the center of the Taixuan disciples.

His figure was tall and straight, like an eagle soaring into the sky with wings spread, his eyes were like a cold pool, deep and unfathomable, and he wore a scarlet robe with gold patterns, which added an air of nobility to him. Glancing around, he was like a god descending to earth, and his every move was filled with terrifying oppression.

After just a few years of not seeing each other, there were some things about Chu Zheng that she couldn't understand.

Song Lingqing's gaze moved to the right and fell on Song Lingxue beside Chu Zheng, and a sense of disappointment inevitably welled up in her heart.

My sister can hide under that man's increasingly powerful wings with peace of mind, but she can't.

(End of this chapter)