Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 646 - 451: Encounter and Probe
Chapter 646 -451: Encounter and Probe
In the dimly lit great hall, an illusory figure hovers in mid-air.
His posture stands like a solitary peak, with broad shoulders and a straight back, resembling an eagle soaring through the clouds. His facial features appear to be carved from cold jade, with eyebrows like the hook of a cold moon silver, slanted into his temples, eyes as deep as millennia-old cold springs, with corners slightly raised, akin to a phoenix feather.
Watching the projection of the middle-aged man, the eyes of Heavenly Punishment narrowed, murmuring to himself:
“Zheng Chu… Chu Zheng…”
This figure before him is identical to the Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu he once saw in the river of time.
“When the Martial Hall commanded for the search of the Ancestral Dao’s traces, I reported this matter to the Deputy Director, along with many others.”
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, with a slightly puzzled expression: “However, the Deputy Director didn’t seem in a hurry to address this matter.”
“Wan Wenfeng?”
The brow of Heavenly Punishment furrowed slightly, immediately raising his hand to send a communication.
After a while…
That communication vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.
“Well… well done, Wan Wenfeng…”
Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor’s voice was icy and piercing as he slowly rose from the throne, his form clad in Blood Jade Armor, like a dormant volcano on the brink of eruption, suppressing a hidden wrath.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man was as silent as a cicada in winter, lowering his head without speaking.
Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor quickly calmed down, contemplated for a moment, then raised his head again, speaking slowly:
“Summon Song Lingxue to meet me.”
The urgent task now is to determine whether this suddenly emerged Immortal Monarch is the same person as Chu Zheng from back then.
“Yes.” The middle-aged man responded and departed.
A moment later.
The heavy hall doors were pushed open by an invisible force, and a figure in Dark Gold Battle Armor stepped into the dim great hall.
The newcomer was none other than Song Lingxue.
The armor she wore was simple yet fierce, covering her slender form, outlining smooth lines, with dark red blood stains still clinging to the armor plates, evidently having just returned from the battlefield.
Her jet-black hair was simply tied at the back of her head, with an indifferent expression, her eyes cold as stars, like ice that hasn’t melted for millennia, as if all the clamor and slaughter of the outside world could not stir the slightest ripple in her gaze.
She strode into the great hall, stepping steadily, her battle boots clicking on the crystal stone floor as dark as congealed blood, emitting clear and cold echoes.
She glanced at Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor sitting high before the jade throne, her eyes lacking reverence, lacking fear, only an almost hollow calmness.
After coming to a halt, she cupped her fist in salute towards the direction of the throne.
The gesture was standard but devoid of warmth, her voice cold and steady, like an ice spring:
“Greetings to the Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor.”
The demeanor was neither overbearing nor humble, yet it was distant to the extreme.
“Within the Immortal Domain, before the sixth Immortal Pass, our Martial Hall’s vanguard suffered a setback, nearly wiped out.”
Heavenly Punishment paused for a moment, observing Song Lingxue’s reaction.
Song Lingxue’s cold eyes remained calm and unwavering, as if what she heard was merely an irrelevant battle report.
Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor continued, “The position of the vanguard’s main general is vacant; the battlefield cannot be leaderless. General Song, I’m entrusting you to take a trip, assume the role of main general, regroup and reconnoiter the reality of the Immortal Alliance.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand, flicking his fingers towards Song Lingxue.
A Command Token entirely made of jade, entwined with strands of blood-colored baleful aura, shot towards Song Lingxue like an arrow off the string, stopping before her, suspended in mid-air.
On the token, only the word ‘Punishment’ was inscribed, representing the appointment by the Martial Hall’s Execution Department.
“I accept the order.”
It was still that unperturbed voice; Song Lingxue didn’t even look up at Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor again, directly accepting the Jade Token.
To her, this was merely an ordinary order of transfer.
After accepting the order, Song Lingxue turned without hesitation, her Dark Gold Battle Armor creating a sharp arc of light in the dim great hall, heading towards the exit.
The sound of her battle boots tapping the ground echoed in the deathly silent great hall, growing fainter with every step.
Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor watched Song Lingxue’s figure disappear beyond the hall’s door, a playful yet cold gleam in his eyes, murmuring:
“Chu Zheng… Zheng Chu… Song Lingxue…”
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Among the cold, dead silent Starry Sky Barrier.
Song Lingxue traversed the starry sky like a meteor, heading swiftly towards the direction of the fifth Immortal Pass.
The Martial Hall still had a large accumulation of battle forces here; she only needed to go and take over the position of main general.
Buzz—
A stream of radiance, extremely concealed and nearly merging with the universe, silently broke through the time-space barrier, landing precisely in Song Lingxue’s palm.
It was a Communication Jade Talisman.
Song Lingxue’s cold gaze tightened slightly, her fingers subconsciously closing in, feeling a familiar imprint in her palm from the talisman, originating from—Wan Wenfeng!
Her thoughts stirred, and the information contained in the communication rushed instantly into her Sea of Consciousness.
[Chu Zheng is now at the forefront of the Immortal Alliance battlefield. Heavenly Punishment has noticed the signs, and Martial Ancestor has commanded me not to meddle in this matter any further. Take care of yourself.]
The information was concise, yet every word was like a knife.
Chu Zheng eventually came to this battlefield.
This communication was like a boulder thrown into Song Lingxue’s nearly frozen heart lake, instantly stirring up overwhelming waves.
Even though she had anticipated that it would be difficult for Chu Zheng to stay out of the Dao struggle, when this news reached her in such a definitive way, she still felt somewhat unsettled.
An amalgamation of innumerable emotions surged violently in her mind—worry, anxiety, bitterness… and a trace of fear she wouldn’t even admit to herself.
He was there right now, on that sixth defensive line that just swallowed up the Martial Hall’s vanguard, at the front of this meat-grinder-like Dao struggle.
What further muddled her thoughts was that Chu Zheng had not communicated this to her.
