Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel.

Chapter 256 The sea is open to all rivers
The sun is rising, the air is filled with moist morning dew, and the yang energy between heaven and earth is gradually rising.

Inside the valley, there lies a deep pool, beside which grow many exotic flowers and plants. Apart from the green cow, there are no other living creatures. It is truly a secluded and peaceful place.

The laws of heaven and earth in this vast world before us are completely different from those in the Immortal Alliance territory, and there are also some differences from those in the Chaos Sea.

The invisible destiny was very scattered and had no specific inclination. Chu Zheng could vaguely feel that there was a destiny among them that belonged to the Qi cultivators, but it was of little help to him personally.

The destiny of a Qi practitioner must be fought for by himself, and the destiny he obtains belongs only to himself.

Many Qigong practitioners will only open their own temples and accept successors when they are at the end of their rope and are about to die.

This path was doomed to be difficult to flourish from the very beginning. Even with a figure like Daozu, the Qi-refining lineage is still unable to become a force like the Immortal Alliance Martial Palace.

Looking back now, Chu Zheng's original idea of ​​spreading his teachings throughout the world seems even more fanciful.

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, then used the divination technique to search for Geng Yiyang's presence. The situation had changed too quickly before, and he had no time to send a message to Geng Yiyang.

The Taixuan Holy Land is in danger and needs someone to go back to take charge of the situation. Geng Yiyang currently knows nothing about this.

After some calculations, Chu Zheng had no choice but to give up. Perhaps this world was too far away from the battlefield. He couldn't even calculate Geng Yiyang's location.

After all, his cultivation is still shallow, and it is difficult for him to display the true power of his supernatural powers.

Shaking his head slightly to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind, Chu Zheng took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the pond, sat cross-legged, and unlocked the layers of seals on his middle dantian.

The moment the seal was released, the Nine-Aperture Golden Pill began to vibrate, as if a long drought finally came to an end, and began to madly absorb and exhale the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

His Qi-refining cultivation had been suppressed for too long. Now that the restrictions were released, his accumulated strength began to grow rapidly.

In an instant, his cultivation had advanced further and he entered the realm of spirit refining. Deep within his soul, there was a throbbing and a transformation began to take place.

The moment he crossed the barrier of spirit refining, Chu Zheng instantly sensed something was wrong. His Qi refining skills were still skyrocketing at an alarming rate, with no sign of stopping.

After sensing it, he suddenly understood.

Refining Qi and transforming it into a spirit is actually about tempering the strength of the soul in order to hold the Original Yuan and maintain Oneness, and prepare for cultivating a pure Yang Original Spirit.

And because of his immortal path, he had already cultivated the Yin-Yang Divine Infant at an early stage, and the strength of his soul had far exceeded the limit of the Spirit Refining Realm.

Although they are two different paths, he has only one soul. In him, the immortal path and the Qi refining method have vaguely merged. It is still unknown whether this fusion is good or bad.

Chu Zheng focused his mind, absorbed the vital energy of heaven and earth, and improved his magical powers. At the same time, he began to continuously refine the incense and vows coming from the other side of the starry sky to nourish his own spirit.

As the sun rises and the moon sets, the yin and yang Qi circulate between heaven and earth, constantly nourishing the primordial Qi in his body.

In a blink of an eye, Chu Zheng had been sitting in the valley for more than half a year.

Within this short period of time, his method of refining Qi has undergone a qualitative change, and he has crossed over to a new realm, from the perfection of the Golden Elixir Realm to the great perfection of the Spirit Refining Realm. He is only one step away from the realm of returning to the void.

During this process, he did not take any elixirs or secret medicines. He relied entirely on his own natural growth in cultivation, but still made such amazing progress.

The most obvious sign of the growth of his Qi-refining skills is the change in Chu Zheng's aura, which becomes more transparent and agile, and his connection with the laws of heaven and earth becomes closer, and his supernatural powers increase greatly.

What the Qi cultivators seek is to return to their original nature, and what they pursue is the most essential power between heaven and earth. Naturally, they will be in close contact with all spirits in heaven and earth. If there were no disasters to disturb them, the path of Qi cultivators should be the most carefree and happy one.

After calming the breath in his lower body, Chu Zheng slowly stopped practicing and looked around.

The green ox that he had seen before had disappeared. For a moment, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He hadn't eaten for several years, and his mouth tasted a little bland. He originally wanted to have a good meal.

Chu Zheng tried to sense Geng Yiyang's aura again, but still found nothing.

After thinking for a while, he no longer insisted on it. He stood up, walked out of the valley, and headed east.

Now his soul has undergone another transformation, and is even stronger than the immortal cultivator who has just entered the secret realm of immortal tribulation. With his divine sense spread out, he can see everything within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, and can clearly see where there are human traces and cities.

After traveling more than two thousand miles east, Chu Zheng arrived at a city. It was only more than twenty miles long and wide, and could only be considered a small city. There were many auras floating in the city, and the strongest was only at the third level, which was equivalent to a cultivator in the Ningpo realm of the immortal way.

In Chu Zheng's eyes today, this level of cultivation is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Now is the time when the Immortal Alliance is at war with the Myriad Realms. In order to avoid trouble, Chu Zheng uses his magical power of false form to conceal the immortal aura.

However, the method he used now could at most deceive seventh-level creatures. Creatures above the eighth level could still detect the clues.

However, in a small wilderness town like this one, the probability of encountering an eighth-level strongman is no less than spirit stones raining down from the sky. As long as you are careful and cautious, nothing will go wrong.

As soon as he entered the city, Chu Zheng felt a surge of worldly air blowing towards him.

If it were in the Cangyun Realm, a city where Soul Condensing cultivators were active would already be an immortal market, with an aura of being detached from the world and otherworldly.

The small town before us was more like a mortal kingdom, with vendors hawking their wares on both sides of the street, and the monks coming and going were no different from peddlers in the mortal world.

What is different from the territory of the Immortal Alliance is that here you can't see even a single mortal being. Everyone has cultivation skills. No matter who they are, they can find a suitable method of cultivation in all realms.

The sea embraces all rivers, which is the real secret of the existence of the universe to this day.

The auras of these cultivators coming and going were quite mixed. Standing on the street and taking a quick glance, Chu Zheng saw no less than dozens of strange auras.

There are so many sects coexisting, but there is no sense of conflict, as if it is supposed to be this way, perfect and flawless.

Within this small city, there are all kinds of things, including Taoist temples, Buddhist halls, ancestral halls and academies.

Chu Zheng opened his spiritual eyes and scanned many cultivators one by one. He was surprised and felt like he had finally seen the world.

After finding an empty corner, Chu Zheng quietly released Bai Nian, who had been trapped in the small world.

Here, Bai Nian no longer has to hide and can live openly under the sky.

Bai Nian followed beside Chu Zheng, looking at the city in front of him in a daze. He hadn't seen so many people for a long time. After being isolated from the world for so many years, he almost forgot what it felt like to live among a crowd.

Among the monks coming and going, he saw many people wearing Confucian robes and silk scarves on their heads, dressed like students. Their every move exuded a sense of righteousness and they had a sense of integrity.

After a while, Chu Zheng stopped in front of an inconspicuous wonton stall.

The small wonton stall owner has reached the second level of cultivation and is a rare master in this city. The wontons he makes are also very spiritual.

Chu Zheng sat down with Bai Nian, ordered ten bowls of wontons, and drank them slowly.

He always has an inexplicable difficulty in giving up wontons. If he comes across them in his spare time, he will definitely stop and have a few bowls.

Bai Nian was still somewhat absent-minded, his eyes lingering on the long street, reluctant to look away, as if he was afraid he was dreaming.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Worlds?"

After a long while, he finally squeezed out these words from his throat, looking stunned.

Before Chu Zheng could answer, the sound of reading suddenly came from not far away. The quotations of the saints echoed in the void, carrying the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, majestic and magnificent. Bai Nian's eyes lit up slightly, and the noble spirit in his body was aroused, and a faint glow appeared involuntarily.

"How about it? Want to go and have a look?"

Seeing this, Chu Zheng asked casually.

After a slight hesitation, Bai Nian nodded: "I want to."

"Go if you want."

Chu Zheng finished the remaining bowls of wontons, threw down a few spirit stones, and took Bai Nian with him, following the sound along the long street.

Along the way, he bought a few books about this world and learned a little about it.

After just a cup of tea, the two stopped in front of a academy.

"Huanhua Academy..."

Looking at the words on the plaque, Bai Nian was a little surprised after he realized what was happening: "This handwriting is obviously different from what I learned before, why can I recognize it?"

Chu Zheng looked up at the plaque. The characters were unfamiliar and he couldn't read even half of them. He didn't recognize a single word.

At one side of the academy gate stood a little book boy about seven years old, with a handsome face, red lips and white teeth. Hearing Bai Nian's words, he couldn't help but smile:
"We are all disciples of saints, and our minds are connected with our spirits. No matter how the appearance changes, the true meaning will never change. How can you not recognize it? How did your teacher teach you to read?"

Chu Zheng's eyes fell on the plaque, and suddenly his mind moved slightly, and he sensed something strange.

This plaque has a ray of majestic energy attached to it, which enables cultivators from other sects to understand its meaning even if they do not recognize it.

However, Chu Zheng's soul is now close to that of an immortal, with mysterious supernatural powers. The cultivator who wrote this plaque is far inferior to him in cultivation, so the righteous energy on the plaque was naturally affected by his soul and changed.

As his mind moved slightly, the words on the plaque gradually twisted and changed. After a few breaths, they turned into the simple font he was familiar with.

This is the most obvious dispute over Taoism. If the person who wrote the plaque is not as good as Chu Zheng, he can only cater to his cognition, and vice versa.

Seeing this, Bai Nian's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why did the handwriting change again? I don't recognize it."

"Are you kidding? This plaque has been hanging for thousands of years. Has it ever changed?"

The book boy subconsciously looked up, and after seeing the words on the plaque clearly, he was shocked for a moment, turned around and ran into the yard, shouting:

"Sir! Sir! Something strange has happened!"

The sound of reading coming from the yard stopped abruptly. After a moment, a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked out quickly with a serious look on his face.

Chu Zheng took a quick glance and saw through his background without opening his spiritual eyes. A cultivator at the third level of Confucianism and Taoism was already one of the top powers in this small city.

The man glanced at the plaque, looked at Chu Zheng, and bowed:
"My name is Xi Ji'an, the current head of Huanhua Academy. What is your name, fellow Taoist?"

"Chu Zheng, Qi Refiner, I am sorry to bother you by visiting me without permission today."

Chu Zheng returned the salute and withdrew his divine consciousness that had fallen on the plaque. The words on it twisted for a moment, but soon returned to their original state.

Seeing this, Xi Jian breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to signal: "You are a guest, please come into the courtyard and chat."

"Thank you for bothering me."

Chu Zheng brought Bai Nian and followed Xi Jian into the academy, passing through the waterside pavilions, bamboo forests, and tile houses, and entered a quiet courtyard.

The air is filled with an extremely fresh scent of grass and trees, which is relaxing and pleasant.

The three of them sat opposite each other. Xi Jian slowly brewed a pot of spiritual tea, filled it for Chu Zheng and Bai Nian, and raised his hand to signal, "Please."

Chu Zheng took a sip and felt the fragrance lingering between his teeth. The sweetness was endless and the flow of the Yuan Qi in his body became faster. He couldn't help but praise, "Good tea."

He rarely tastes tea, but among all the teas he has tasted, this is considered first-rate.

"From my observation, this young Taoist friend seems to have just cultivated the righteousness not long ago. At his age, isn't it a bit late for him to start studying?"

Xi Jian glanced at Bai Nian and took the initiative to start a conversation. A person who had nothing to do with a Qi cultivator suddenly came to the academy, so he must have a purpose.

"Indeed, he has only read some scattered quotations from saints and realized the great spirit. I think he has some talent, so I would like to ask Mr. Xi to teach him."

Chu Zheng nodded in acknowledgement. Bai Nian was about the same age as Chu Zheng, only three years younger, and was almost thirty years old now.

At this age, he has just begun to cultivate his noble spirit. In the eyes of ordinary people, he has no talent in Confucianism or Taoism.

"Self-taught? Have you never been enlightened?"

After hearing what Chu Zheng said, Xi Jian looked Bai Nian up and down, a little surprised for a moment.

It is not easy to cultivate the great spirit on one's own by relying on a few scriptures without the guidance of a learned person. At least most ordinary people cannot do it.

"Bai Nian has indeed never been to school. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Bai Nian felt a little embarrassed. He didn't have immortal bones and his talent in martial arts was average. The only thing he seemed to have some talent in was studying.

Now that I suddenly meet my senior colleagues, I can’t help feeling a little nervous.

He was a little worried that his talent was mediocre compared to Confucianism and Taoism.

If this is true, the blow is quite heavy.

Xi Jian pondered for a moment, nodded and smiled:

"Well, Fellow Daoist Chu, stay at my academy for a few days, and I will test Bai Nian to see if he has talent. If he is really a good student, I will be generous and teach him for a while. What do you think?"

"Thank you very much, fellow Taoist."

Chu Zheng took out a long box and pushed it in front of Xi Jian:
"This will be considered as Bai Nian's gift. I hope Brother Xi will not refuse it."

He had never studied the Confucian classics, but he still understood the basic rules. What's more, he didn't want to owe anyone a favor because of such a small matter.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, your words are respectful."

Xi Jian took it with a smile, but put it away without opening it.

Bai Nian stood up with some excitement and bowed:
"My student Bai Nian, nice to meet you, sir!"

"No need to be so polite. I have some scriptures here. Take them back and study them. I will test you in three days."

Xi Jian waved his hand, took out a few books from his sleeve, handed them to Bai Nian, and then chuckled:
"I'll be frank with you. If you can't pass the test, don't blame me for being rude. I won't return the gift."

(End of this chapter)