Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The attendant's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise and respectfully complied.

Shortly, several plates of Spirit Beast meat, a small basin of clear soup with floating golden fish pieces, and ten buckets of crystal-clear rice exuding faint Spiritual Energy were brought up.

This kind of spiritual rice contained quite a bit of essence, enough to fill Xue Qing's stomach.

Although they were already quite restrained, this meal still cost nearly a thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

After paying the Spirit Stones, Xue Qing said no more, picked up a bowl larger than her face, pressed it full of rice, and began to eat with her head down.

She ate incredibly fast, her cheeks bulging, and the slight pained look on her face was soon replaced by the satisfaction of a full stomach, as her eyes slightly narrowed.

Chu Zheng looked at the slightly bland soup and the mountain of rice, sighed inwardly, took two bites, and began to select a suitable Immortal Scripture in his mind.

The Immortal Ascension Method in his mind was as numerous as stars, and the cultivation process, though diverse, was similar. Even creating an Immortal Scripture now wouldn't be difficult for him.

He found any Immortal Law that could be cultivated to the Eighth Order lacking in mystery.

It's just uncertain how much these Immortal Ascension Methods would be worth in Spirit Stones in this Lower Realm.

While the two were focused on eating, a group of people walked into the Treasure Pavilion, a strange scent mixed with faint incense drifted in.

The leading few were dressed in shimmering, ornate Vestment robes, with faint flowing symbols on them, indicating their high value.

They looked young, the leader was about seventeen or eighteen, handsome, with innate arrogance on his brow, and the few behind him were also remarkable, chatting and laughing, their demeanor showcasing the style of family heirs.

However, at the tail end of this bright, young group was a mismatched figure.

That was an even younger boy, looking only around eleven or twelve, with a thin frame, wearing a decent-quality robe yet appearing somewhat disheveled.

The hem of his robe was stained with a few dark red bloodstains, vaguely steaming auspicious energy, carrying a hint of red divine light, like flowing amber.

The boy's face was slightly pale, his eyes held a trace of confusion and blankness, walking with unsteady steps at the end of the group, like a lost lamb.

Despite his disheveled appearance, the bloodstains on him instantly caught Chu Zheng's full attention.

These stains, in the Qi Cultivator's Spiritual Perception, were extremely terrifying, containing the laws of the Great Dao.

Chu Zheng was all too familiar with this feeling.

This was Ancestor Blood!

But the essence within the Ancestor Blood had already flowed away, perhaps taken by someone else, leaving only its surface power, devoid of actual energy.

Otherwise, a drop of Ancestor Blood would be enough to cause drastic changes in this realm.

Chu Zheng slightly furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of disbelief, the boy's Cultivation was quite ordinary, just the Second Realm on the Immortal Path, Entry Dao Realm, his Celestial Foundation just starting.

Yet on his robe was Ancestor Blood, the difference between the two was beyond description, even Heaven and Earth wasn't enough to depict it.

Chu Zheng placed down his chopsticks, casting a sidelong glance at the boy, inwardly pondering.

No matter the reason, anyone involved with the Ancestral Realm was never simple.

The group walked straight to the center of the Treasure Pavilion, to the best view and most luxurious empty table.

The handsome leading youth sat boldly, others followed suit, laughter resumed, discussing city anecdotes and some upcoming event.

Only the blood-stained boy stood lonely at the table's edge, without a seat.

He seemed to want to say something, his lips moved slightly but ultimately only bit down lightly, eyes cast down, hands rubbing the hem of his robe in bewilderment and helplessness.

His blood-stained robe was especially conspicuous against the backdrop of dazzling companions and opulence.

Soon, the Treasure Pavilion's attendant astonishingly quickly served them Spiritual Tea, visibly respectful.

The leading youth sipped elegantly from a crystal-clear Jade Cup, his gaze inadvertently passing over the boy at the table edge, a smirk of undisguised mockery on his lips.

Deliberately raising his voice, he spoke playfully and harshly to his companions:

"A mongrel of an alien surname, if he hadn't gotten lucky back then, catching Grandpa's brief compassion, choosing to protect his wretched life, he wouldn't even qualify to be in the same room as us!"

He emphasized heavily on "alien surname," "mongrel," "wretched life," like poisoned needles.

At this, a girl in an orange Vestment robe covered her mouth laughing lightly, chimed in:

"Exactly, as I see it, Grandpa might truly be senile. In our Xu Family, talent abounds, and now the main lineage even has the 'Xu Heavenly Son,' yet he protects such a waste."

"Wasting clan resources not to mention, even when faced with Sun-Eroding Cry, he only took him alongside, leading to Grandpa's head being taken, Divine Soul restless. If I were him, I'd have long since sacrificed myself in shame. No face to linger in the world!"

"Now directly sent to this godforsaken Lower Realm, under the guise of training, I suppose it's just exile, out of sight out of mind."

Several continued, unrestrainedly observing the boy, eyes overtly disdainful:

"I think he's just like that, mud can't stick to a wall."

"Look at him, a picture of a lost dog, nothing but shame for Yun Family offspring, no wonder Yun Family refuses to accept him."

Someone sneered, glancing at Yun Tianji robe's bloodstains, eyes complex.

The chilly mockery surged in waves into the boy's ears, his head sank lower, thin body trembling slightly, bitten lip even bleeding a trace, deep in his eyes, bottomless humiliation and seething hatred.

Chu Zheng's gaze wandered around the group, but hearing Sun-Eroding Cry's name, he was momentarily dazed, memories surging within.

He recalled Sun-Eroding Cry but couldn't quite remember the details of their exchanges, the fragmented memories in Heart Burning Corridor were too scattered to piece together quickly.

To this day, he hadn't recalled complete memories from Heart Burning Corridor.

Soon, the group was satisfied with food and wine, leaving half the dozen dishes untouched, some with just two bites taken.

"The leftovers are yours, so outsiders won't claim I'm treating you harshly."

The leading youth sneered, waved, stood, and departed with the others.

The boy still stood at the table, head dropped, shoulders trembling lightly.

Xue Qing's gaze also fell on the boy, not at him but the table's rare mythical beasts.

This spread of dishes cost tens of thousands of Mid-grade Spirit Stones, quite a waste.

The boy sat silently, seemingly starved for long, eating ravenously, eyes slightly red, water glinting.

Chu Zheng watched the boy, his palm subtly clenched, eyes probing.

Someone with ties to Sun-Eroding Cry...

After a brief thought, Chu Zheng held Xue Qing's hand: "Wait here for me."

With that, he rose and approached the boy.

Understanding nothing of the power landscape in the Primordial Era, perhaps acquiring information about Sun-Eroding Cry from this boy could trigger more memories.

Seeing Chu Zheng approach, the boy raised his head, holding back tears about to fall, awkwardly wiping his mouth, eyes carrying a hint of confusion.

Chu Zheng bowed respectfully: "I am Zheng Chu, may I ask your honorable surname?"

The boy hesitantly stood, his face turning serious, replied solemnly:

"My surname is Yun, name Tianji, whose child are you?"