Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, with a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Although I can hardly protect myself now, I might be able to help a little."

The Lower Realm is ultimately the Lower Realm, different from the Upper Realm. No one would dare slight him; in certain matters, he should be able to speak up.

Chu Zheng did not refuse. He accepted the jade talisman and thanked him:

"Thank you, Brother Yun."

The meal ended quickly, Xue Qing was content, his face showing satisfaction after the meal, and the Qi Pill within him was stable without the fluctuations that typically follow a breakthrough.

Yun Tianji looked at the messy table, his eyes hollow for a moment, then he got up, nodded slightly to Chu Zheng, and turned away, his thin figure soon disappearing beyond the luxurious gates of the Treasure Pavilion.

Xue Qing seemed uninterested in Yun Tianji and casually asked:

"Where are we heading next."

"Earn some spirit stones, so you can have this meal every day."

Chu Zheng replied as he led Xue Qing away from the Treasure Pavilion and found an inn to temporarily stay at.

In the following days, Chu Zheng didn't rush into action; he wandered aimlessly around Wanliu City.

During this process, Chu Zheng began to intentionally gather information about prices, the grades of circulating Immortal Laws, the distribution of major powers, and even the credibility of trading venues, as well as some of the city's unwritten rules.

After a period of observation and information integration, Chu Zheng acquired a relatively clear understanding of the layout of Wanliu City.

This place is already the core of the Lower Realm, and any force with some reputation basically has a branch here.

The largest power across the Near Immortal Realm is undoubtedly the three major clans, 'Song', 'Zhao', and 'Yuan'.

The ancestors of these three clans had all been in the Ancestral Realm, their power reaching the heavens, and currently, each clan still has a presence in the Realm of Ancient Myths.

Most members of these clans live in the Upper Realm, while only some collateral bloodlines reside in the Lower Realm.

Yet, even with only collateral bloodlines, these three clans still hold nearly seventy percent of the discourse power in the entire Lower Realm.

The Song Clan mainly operates in the business of magic treasures and the trade of formation Fu Lu.

The Zhao Clan primarily focuses on cultivating spirit beasts, complemented by surveying veins, mining, and refining metals.

The Song and Zhao Clans have close ties, with all materials for forging magic treasures sourced from the Yuan Clan, and business is often conducted.

Lastly, the Yuan Clan focuses its energy on trade, particularly in the realm of elixirs and spirit grass.

Ultimately, Chu Zheng's target was locked on the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower under the name of the Yuan Clan.

This is the largest trading center in Wanliu City, and even in the entire Central Continent region, whether for purchasing or consigning wonderous treasures and cultivation techniques, it is the prime location.

Of course, the threshold is also extremely high.

Being a force at the level of the Yuan Clan, they wouldn't even look at a cultivation technique like the Immortal Ascension Method; but as a suitable trading platform, it suited Chu Zheng well enough.

The Ten Thousand Treasures Tower, nine stories high, is entirely constructed from a rare spiritual material called 'Star Pattern Steel', reflecting a deep and restrained stars' glow under the brilliance of the great sun.

The entire tower is enveloped by a gigantic formation, emitting an overwhelming spiritual pressure that makes one's heart pound.

The expansive plaza in front of the tower accommodates various luxurious carriages, and the cultivators coming and going have clearly stronger auras compared to other parts of the city, most with composed expressions and hurried steps.

Chu Zheng led Xue Qing inside, glancing at the huge plaque and directly stepping into the first floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.

The scene before them suddenly opened up, as if entering an independent small world, with void hidden within, far more spacious than seen from outside.

The high dome is embedded with formations simulating the movement of stars, spreading soft starlight, and the floor is smooth as a mirror made of warm jade, reflecting the silhouettes of people overlapping.

The zoning on the first floor is very clear: elixirs, spiritual materials, magic artifacts, Fu Lu, etc., distinctly defined, with crowds bustling yet order remains intact.

All attendants wear a uniform cyan magic robe.

All items are placed on specially designed glass showcases, wrapped in formations, clearly marked with names, effects, quality, and prices, mostly ranging from hundreds to thousands of mid-grade spirit stones.

Xue Qing's gaze wandered everywhere but mainly lingered in the spiritual materials area, where there was a large amount of spirit beast flesh.

Chu Zheng's gaze did not stop, having scoped out the area before, his target clear, he led Xue Qing directly to the transmission array leading to higher floors.

At each floor entrance, there are guards for verification, requiring at least two thousand mid-grade spirit stones in reserves or cultivation at the Second Order and above.

The guard's gaze swept over them, slightly bowing to make way for the passage.

The transmission array flashed with light, and the two were now on the second floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.

The space here remained vast, but the layout was noticeably more open.

The air was filled with calming incense, and the concentration of spiritual energy was much denser than on the first floor.

Items displayed were significantly fewer, but each was inherently valuable and brimming with spiritual energy, with prices jumping to several thousand up to tens of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones.

Visitors were obviously fewer, many were Third Order cultivators, the environment quieter.

Chu Zheng still did not stop, walking toward the transmission array leading to the third floor, smoothly entering using Xue Qing's Third Order cultivation.

The third floor's layout transformed again, resembling individual quiet rooms, the ambiance growing more serene with soft lighting.

Those lingering around this floor were either wealthy or noble, with cultivation crossing into the Fourth Realm, quite common.

Chu Zheng's steps halted here; his aim was not buying but selling, where he should meet people with higher discourse power.

Seeing them stop, a female attendant in a moon-white magic robe with a gentle temperament approached, casting her gaze over the two before respectfully greeting Xue Qing:

"Honorable guests, how may I assist you?"

"Appraise cultivation technique." Chu Zheng spoke plainly in a calm voice.

Upon noticing Chu Zheng speaking, the attendant showed a brief hint of surprise but didn't inquire further, only smiled and nodded:

"Honorable guests, please follow me."

She led the pair through several quiet rooms, arriving at a relatively secluded corridor deep on the third floor.

On either side of the corridor were numerous quiet rooms inscribed with formations, isolating all divine sense probing.

"Appraisal room number three is currently available, honored guests please wait here briefly; the appraiser will arrive shortly."

The attendant led them into one of the quiet rooms, served spiritual tea, then bowed and exited.

Only Chu Zheng and Xue Qing remained in the quiet room, the air filled with gentle formation fluctuations and soothing incense.

Xue Qing showed little interest in the room's opulent decor, while Chu Zheng sat upright in his chair, eyes slightly closed, organizing in his Sea of Consciousness the Immortal Scripture he was about to present.

"Mystic Sun True Understanding."

A single step capable of cultivation to the Eighth Order Ninth Layer, a high-level Immortal Technique.

This Immortal Scripture; he no longer recalled its origin, nor was it complete, he reconstructed it based on his own understanding.

Any cultivation skill relies on the operation of the Heavenly Dao Laws, and having once commanded thirty percent of the Heavenly Fate, he had long been aware of the laws' mechanisms.

So-called cultivation techniques, in his eyes, were merely symbols to be combined and arranged at will, bearing no substantial meaning.

This "Mystic Sun True Understanding" excelled in being upright and harmonious, relatively lenient in mindset requirements during cultivation, not prone to extremes. It's well-suited as a core inheritance for some sects.

A moment later, the door to the quiet room was silently opened.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black Ten Thousand Treasures Tower robe stepped in, his complexion ruddy, gaze sharp like electricity, aura deep as an abyss, clearly a cultivator already at the peak of Fourth Order.

The man's gaze swept over the room's occupants, pausing briefly on Xue Qing, a flash of surprise flickered deep in his eyes, yet his expression remained composed. Seated opposite them, he spoke calmly:

"My surname is Yuan, given name Yu; I serve as a Second Class Treasure Appraiser at the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower. What cultivation technique do the honored guests wish to have appraised?"

Being surnamed Yuan, he's presumably of the Yuan Clan's main line.

Chu Zheng met Yuan Yu's eyes and spoke calmly:

"I hold an ancient scripture passed down in my family, but because its cultivation path is not suitable, I wish to sell it to your tower. What are your terms and pricing for acquiring such texts?"