Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Zhao Qingchen was dressed in a dark green brocade robe, exuding a noble aura laced with arrogance. He entered the private room with several followers whose presence was as deep and immeasurable as an abyss, casting a glance at Yuan Feng before heading straight inside.

His eyes, sharp as lightning, quickly swept across the scene in the room. Upon spotting Chu Zheng and Xue Qing standing to the side, the tense expression on his face suddenly relaxed, a hint of relief even flashed deep within his eyes.

Finally found them.

"Mr. Zhao, may I ask what brings you here?"

To the side, Yuan Feng spoke up bravely, a somewhat forced smile on his face, his heart sinking slightly.

The eldest son of the Zhao Clan, his status far above Yuan Feng's. Today's event might not end well.

"None of your concern."

Zhao Qingchen ignored Yuan Feng standing aside, his gaze intense, his face showing a seemingly gentle yet condescending smile, striding forward with large steps.

"You two." There was a hint of urgency in Zhao Qingchen's expression: "Come with me quickly!"

As he spoke, he reached out directly, intending to grab Chu Zheng's arm, his posture simply one of summoning two children.

Chu Zheng's brow furrowed slightly, his feet unmoved, his figure shifting subtly so that Zhao Qingchen's outstretched hand grabbed nothing but air.

He calmly lifted his gaze to this uninvited guest, his voice flat and emotionless:

"What do you want?"

Zhao Qingchen's smile slightly froze, seemingly surprised at such an ungrateful response.

He withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back, the urgency previously in his eyes vanished, his tone indifferent, laced with an air of superiority:

"I am here for your celestial opportunity."

"An exceedingly noble gentleman has taken a fancy to your talent and roots and wishes to guide you, keeping you by his side to serve, intending to break protocol to take you away from this barren Lower Realm to cultivate in the Upper Realm. This is a fortune that many cultivators couldn't achieve in several lifetimes."

He deliberately emphasized the words "Upper Realm," an almost unimaginable paradise to cultivators of the Lower Realm.

Beside him, Yuan Feng felt a sense of ridiculous relief when Zhao Qingchen burst in and explained the opportunity.

He initially thought the Zhao Clan was seeking revenge, but no, it turned out to be because an esteemed figure from the Xu Family had noticed these two's talents.

This truly was a celestial opportunity!

Feeling slightly relieved, Yuan Feng turned to look at Chu Zheng and noticed his expression, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

Chu Zheng's face showed no change, still as calm as a placid well, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, only asking calmly:

"What if I say... I don't wish to go?"

"Don't wish?!"

Zhao Qingchen's smile slightly stiffened, his eyes flashed with surprise, his tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an innate arrogance of a noble family:

"Which family do you belong to? What's your surname and name? Have you heard of the Zhao Clan?"

Facing his disdainful gaze, Chu Zheng remained expressionless, calmly stating:

"Not from any clans, but I've heard of the Zhao Clan."

"Ignorance is fearlessness. The gentleman who wants to take you belongs to the Xu Family, where powerful figures are as numerous as clouds. His bloodline is noble and revered, even surpassing my Zhao Clan of the Upper Realm, truly the descendant of an Ancient Ancestor!"

As a descendant of an Ancient Ancestor, it is one of the most esteemed bloodlines in the world today, ranking among the top ten ancient clans that oversee the entire Great Universe.

"The so-called Great Realm, in the eyes of such clans, can be destroyed at will."

"Being a servant to such an existence is the glory countless Lower Realm cultivators dream of, this is your only chance to transcend, an opportunity to escape the fate of ants. In the future, entering the Upper Realm, receiving his guidance, your prospects will be limitless, far beyond what you can hope to achieve struggling in this Lower Realm."

Zhao Qingchen believed his words to be very earnest, but to his surprise, the expressions of the two in front of him remained unchanged, both equally indifferent.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingchen couldn't help but frown slightly, recalling what Xu Menghan had previously said, a sense of foreboding suddenly emerged in his heart.

Those with exceptional talents naturally possess a proud spirit, preferring to be the head of a rooster rather than the tail of a phoenix.

To such individuals, ordinary favors and generosity are merely humiliating and counterproductive.

He may have messed things up.

Yuan Feng's heart abruptly sank. Having interacted with these two for only a short time, he could generally understand that these distinguished guests were by no means ordinary. Such attempts to recruit them were bound to backfire.

When he turned and saw Chu Zheng and Xue Qing's expressions, the slight hope that had just arisen in Yuan Feng's heart plunged into an endless icy abyss.

Chu Zheng's eyes were filled with profound indifference, as if watching an irrelevant, clumsy performance, or as if looking down at a ridiculous clown.

Next to him, Xue Qing's face had completely darkened, seemingly covered with a layer of frost, with a murderous intent rising in her ice-spring-like eyes, as if tangible.

The murderous intent was pure and intense, her aura suddenly becoming extremely dangerous, as if ready to explode at any moment.

The faces of the followers standing behind Zhao Qingchen changed slightly. They stepped forward, shielding Zhao Qingchen behind them.

But this gesture only made Zhao Qingchen feel deeply humiliated, and he shouted sharply:

"Get back!"

He had already reached the Fourth Realm in cultivation; how could these two, one being Martial Arts Third Rank and the other barely in the Second Realm, pose any threat to him?

For a moment, Yuan Feng's heart almost stopped, his scalp tingling.

It was over, completely over. To such individuals, asking them so plainly to become servants isn't much different from killing them.

Chu Zheng's eyes slightly narrowed, and suddenly, fragments of a broken and obscure memory flashed through his mind.