Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

If Zhuo Xiu had had this set of battle armor from the beginning, she wouldn't have wasted so much time with Yan Lang and the others, and she definitely wouldn't have offered a silver note to negotiate.

This Tianyao War God Series Armor must have just recently come into Zhuo Xiu's hands by some means.

Transporting such a set of armor across the universe in an instant, even the powerful beings from the Tongxuan Secret Realm would hardly achieve that.

"You have all violated Volume One, Article Three of the Tianyao Federation Cosmic Law, committing an unforgivable crime against my federation's citizens and severely threatening the lives of my federation's citizens. Zhuo Xiu, by law, sentences you four to death."

With the armor equipped, Zhuo Xiu's aura had changed drastically compared to before, the electronic synthesized voice from the armor cold and merciless.

She slightly twisted her palm, and there appeared a silver-white pistol in her hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Lang clutched the hundred thousand taels of silver notes he grabbed, turned, and fled, his inner strength surged like a cloud-stepping swallow, he moved dozens of meters in a step, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared completely into the dense forest.

The remaining three finally reacted and hurriedly followed suit, fleeing desperately, cursing their parents for not giving them an extra pair of legs.

Such a monster, beyond their comprehension, didn't spur even a trace of resistance inside them.

Zhuo Xiu didn't pursue, the red light on the faceplate flickered, locked on the few men, and then she fired four shots into the sky.

After shooting, she did not bother to check the outcome; she simply disengaged the armor and turned back to wake up the six stunned travelers.

Soon, all six woke up. From the data on Zhuo Xiu's chip, they had seen what just occurred. Their first reaction wasn't fear but excitement and regret.

This thrill of life-and-death adventure, they rarely had the chance to experience; unfortunately, they were unconscious at the time and unable to experience its intricacies themselves.

Zhuo Xiu could only sigh lightly at this and led the group back to the inn.

Only after Zhuo Xiu and her group had left did Chu Zheng move his body and started to follow the direction Yan Lang had fled in.

Soon, by following scant clues, he found Yan Lang.

Yan Lang's body was under an ancient tree so wide it would take three people to encircle it, his head already vanishing without a trace, and the stump of his neck scorched black as if seared by high heat, with not a trickle of blood.

In his palm, he still tightly clutched the bundle of silver notes.

The deaths of Yan Lang and the others were purely self-inflicted, their greediness led to such an end.

Indeed, if he had simply taken the silver notes and left, Zhuo Xiu probably wouldn't have pursued them to kill.

However, with Chu Zheng behind them, even if they had decided to stop in time and leave immediately, they wouldn't have survived the night; their fate was sealed.

Chu Zheng stepped forward, pried open his fingers, counted the silver notes, then started searching the body.

Soon, he gathered some items: a bundle of silver notes, a few pieces of broken silver, totaling a few thousand taels of silver, and two martial arts manuals.

Chu Zheng glanced at them and tossed them aside.

Zeroth Order martial arts, with no potential whatsoever. With his current level of insight, a glance was all he needed to see through them, with nothing worthwhile.

After confirming there was nothing overlooked, Chu Zheng stood up and left; the idea of giving Yan Lang a proper burial never crossed his mind.

The forest teemed with wild wolves; this end, for Yan Lang, was suitable.

As for the bodies of the other three, Chu Zheng didn't plan on searching for them. Yan Lang had so little to his name, the rest could be imagined, not worth the effort to investigate.

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The following morning.

The sun rose, sweeping away the chill of the night. The treetops gleamed with morning dew, bursting with vitality.

Ping An Inn.

"I'm very sorry, dear travelers, this sightseeing trip is going to end ahead of schedule,"

Zhuo Xiu stood in front of the many travelers, her face expressing apology:

"Due to my negligence, you were put in danger, and even your central nerves have been damaged to varying degrees by the drugs, for which I am truly very sorry."

"After you return, you can seek medical treatment on your own, and then send the medical center's billing statement to my private email. I, Galaxy Travel Agency, will reimburse all the medical expenses for this incident, and the travel costs will also be fully refunded."

Regarding this, the reactions of many travelers varied; some were left wanting more, some discontented, while others, feeling a bit frightened, were ready to leave this contentious place.

After all, many people considered their own safety of utmost importance, valuing their lives above all else.

Not everyone was willing to risk their lives for the thrill of adventure.

This incident also had a significant impact on Zhuo Xiu.

Though these travelers hadn't suffered any physical injuries, the anesthetic drugs of this era had severe side effects on the human body, damaging the central nervous system and even causing cognitive disorders.

Under her leadership, these tourists had sustained these injuries, and even though she had tried her best to avert irreversible consequences, her career as a guide was likely to suffer a major blow.

A group left the inn in high spirits.

Zhuo Xiu looked up and surveyed her surroundings when her expression suddenly turned perplexed.

In the corner of the bustling street, an unforgettable youth was sitting at a wonton stall by the roadside.

Feeling her gaze, Chu Zheng put down his bowl and met Zhuo Xiu's eyes with a nod and a smile.

The two looked at each other from across the street, silent for a long time.

During this period, Zhuo Xiu looked several times at the armor stored in her space, hesitated for a long time, but eventually chose to let it go.

After all, the youth had never troubled her, and even though he had killed, it should be the locals who judged him.

For her to take action now would seem too much like misdirected anger.

Until this youth harmed a federation citizen, she had no reason to strike him.

Without another glance, she turned and led the group of travelers out of Yuncao City, setting off on their return journey.

Chu Zheng watched as the group disappeared from view, picked up his bowl, and downed the wontons in one gulp before getting up to leave.

At first, he hadn't understood why Yan Lang had provoked Zhuo Xiu. It was only after he dealt with You Dawu's corpse yesterday that he realized it.

It must have been because of that jade thumb ring, a series of unfortunate misunderstandings had caused troubles for Zhuo Xiu because of him.

Chu Zheng didn't think this was his fault, as Zhuo Xiu had wanted to buy the thumb ring herself, which was beyond his control.

It was just an extreme coincidence.

Chu Zheng slowly left the city and found a site with good feng shui; he hired several skilled craftsmen and built a luxurious tomb for Tree Root, thereby settling a lingering obsession.

Previously, he had been short on money, but now he had some spare cash to settle these trifles.

He had visited Tree Root's old home, only to find nothing but ashes left.

Chu Zheng had already resigned from his job at Fu Kang Pawnshop in the morning since it was initially just a way to make a living; now, he did not need to waste his time there anymore.

Chu Zheng stayed in the countryside for over half a month, until the tomb was completely restored, and he had crossed the hundred-day threshold, entering the Spirit Transformation Realm.

This time, entering the Spirit Transformation, his feelings were vastly different; the power was much weaker than when he was in Cangyun Realm, several times weaker.

The change in nature's spiritual energy significantly affected cultivation; shallow waters cannot breed a True Dragon.

In such a place sparse in spiritual energy, Chu Zheng's cultivation wouldn't be strong, despite refining Qi until death, unless he used the Method of Qi Absorption, and gradually depleted all the stars.

However, the killing that would cause was far too severe.

Chu Zheng leisurely made his way back to Yuncao City.

Compared to when he left, many changes had happened outside the city gates, with several portraits of newly wanted criminals displayed.

One portrait was unmistakably that of Tree Root.

"Yuanfeng Royal Tomb Guardian, surnamed Tree, named Root, accused of plundering the tomb he guarded..."

Chu Zheng scanned the wanted poster and fixed his gaze on the reward amount listed at the bottom, frowning:

"Why only a hundred silver?"