Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Thunderclouds brooded in the sky, and the occasional flash of blazing white lightning made Ying Chongyun's complexion grow even paler.

At this moment, his mind was a complete mess, and he simply could not comprehend how the zombie before him could wield the supremely rigid and yang Thunder Method.

Boom—

The thunderous blast brought his wits back, and his expression suddenly grew fierce. He formed hand seals and directly summoned down Heavenly Thunder.

The fierce lightning tore through the long night, overshadowing the starlight in the sky and crashing down violently, aimed straight at Chu Zheng's crown, intending to reduce him to ashes.

Chu Zheng didn't step back an inch; he suddenly opened his mouth and took a light breath, and the thunder pouring down from the sky was completely swallowed into his belly without missing a single strike.

In an instant, his limbs and bones emitted light, revealing glistening, jade-like muscles and bones, and his green hair sparkled, with the power of thunder overflowing from the tips.

"I said before that your Thunder Method is still lacking in maturity."

The next instant, Chu Zheng sharply lifted his hand, and layers of electrical arcs leaped within his palm. Lightning burst forth, sweeping across the void like a heavy hammer, crashing into the Luminous Treasure Mirror in the sky.

Crack—

The mirror shook violently, its surface fissured with dense cracks. Its spiritual light greatly diminished, and the leaking thunder swept toward Ying Chongyun.

Ying Chongyun's face was grave; he did not dare to take the blow head-on. He retreated while forming hand seals and once again summoned a crimson Flying Sword. Heat waves churned, instantly dragging the surroundings into scorching heat, and fire clouds spread across the sky.

Chu Zheng's eyes were indifferent. Once again, he opened his mouth and took a light breath, operating the Method of Qi Absorption and drew out the Essence Qi from the flames all around.

Snap—

The fire clouds engulfing the sky, as if their backbone had been removed, shattered into pieces and fell like meteoric fire rain.

The flames and Essence Qi swallowed by Chu Zheng were instantly refined into Yang Qi. When mixed with the yin evil within his body, his Cultivation gained some increase.

Buzz—

Amidst the rain of fire, a piercing shriek suddenly rang out like a sword cutting through gold; the sharp-edged Flying Sword was hidden within the fire rain, striking with the swiftness of thunder, and pierced through Chu Zheng's chest.

The crimson Sword Qi danced wildly, tearing open a human-head-sized hole in Chu Zheng's chest; the edges of the wound were pitch-black, with remnants of fire poison. The majority of his internal organs were pulverized into dust.

Ying Chongyun stood in the air, his face stern. Seeing that his strike had succeeded, his expression relaxed slightly.

This Corpse Demon was not invincible. After capturing it later on, he could naturally force it to reveal how it had learned the Thunder Method.

Thunder represents the authority of the heavens; it's supremely rigid and yang, the purest of Techniques and Divine Skills.

Such profound methods are not even guaranteed to be mastered by ordinary Cultivators, and yet this abomination was able to wield them—there must be a great secret behind it.

Chu Zheng was indifferent to the wound on his chest. A zombie's body was not affected by such superficial injuries; even decapitation was just a minor injury to him, let alone a slash across his chest. Moreover, he possessed a recovery mechanism.

The next instant, the grotesque hole in his chest healed instantaneously. This time, Chu Zheng did not wait for Ying Chongyun to make a move and took the initiative by stomping fiercely. The ground within a thousand cubits heaved up layers of earth waves, and dust surged into the high skies.

Amidst the enveloping dust, a faint green beam of light streaked across the sky, heading straight for Ying Chongyun.

Seeing Chu Zheng's injury instantly recover, a hint of shock flashed in Ying Chongyun's eyes. Such rapid healing was something he had only heard of in legends about the Undying Body.

But the Undying Body was a true Great Divine Power, which many Cultivators of the Seventh or even Eighth Realm were unable to achieve. How could this mere Fourth Realm Corpse Demon be capable of such a feat?!

Recalling the earlier Thunder Method, a trace of hesitation rose in Ying Chongyun's heart. This Corpse Demon had already displayed too many strange occurrences; it could no longer be judged by common sense.

In that brief moment of distraction, Chu Zheng had already closed the distance alongside him to less than a hundred feet, his hands shaping the Fist Seal with a murder intent flickering in his eyes.

Since this battle had begun, Chu Zheng had never intended to let Ying Chongyun go. The Taoist Orthodoxy behind this man posed too great a threat to his current situation; he must cut him down here.

Including those Cultivators from the Bai Family, not a single one could be left alive; as for now, the news must not leak out.

Chu Zheng's yin evil within softly stirred as his muscles and bones stretched out, setting off a thunderous roar, and he launched the Fist Seal through the air.

Crack—

The air condensed under the pressure, forming invisible Fist Gangs that rolled across the Void and bore down directly on Ying Chongyun.
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Caught off guard, Ying Chongyun was too late to dodge and could only rely on the recently recalled Flying Sword for protection.

In an instant, the first Fist Gang had already pressed down.

Clang—

The Fist Gang clashed with the sword's edge; the crimson Flying Sword trembled violently, buzzing as it was knocked thousands of feet away.

The remaining Fist Gangs followed in close succession. High above, amidst a buzzing sound, the face of Ying Chongyun was twisted even before the fists arrived, by the fierce Aura wind.

Under the crushing force of the Aura wind, the Void became as viscous as mud, impossible to break free from. He could only forcibly circulate his Mana, barely pulling away a few feet.

But this trivial distance was not enough to evade the Fist Gangs. Ying Chongyun's half body was grazed, and a colossal strength nearly tore his flesh asunder.

Despite being just a graze, most of the bones in his upper body were shattered and blood flowed freely, staining his Taoist Robe red as he tumbled awkwardly thousands of feet away in the Void.

Such godly power was terrifying to the extreme.

Chu Zheng had not grown wings and could not sustain himself in the Void, uncontrollably falling back to the ground.

Ying Chongyun steadied himself and saw Chu Zheng return to the earth, his heart slightly relaxing as his fright lessened substantially.

Without entering the realm of the Flying Corpse, this Corpse Demon could only move upon the land. At best, a leap could span thousands or tens of thousands of feet; with a bit of caution, not even the corner of his robe could be touched.

From the beginning, he had already secured an unbeatable position.

Now it seemed, to subdue this demon by himself was too difficult; he must return to the Sect Gate first for help.

Watching Ying Chongyun's rapidly fleeing figure, Chu Zheng's gaze turned cold. He reached out and from the hands of the nearby Cultivators forcefully drew over several Magic Artifacts and Magic Treasures, then with Tool Control, he soared into the sky to pursue.

Seeing this scene, Song Zhao, standing among the Cultivators of the Gu Family, had a numb look on his face.

Not only did he know the Thunder Method, he was not afraid of the might of thunder and fire, and now he had even self-taught the skill of controlling Magic Artifacts with ease.

These kinds of abnormalities made him unable to consider this corpse demon, which he created, as just a zombie that had awakened its spiritual intelligence.

No matter how smart it was, it was impossible to make such rapid progress in such a short period, so these skills must have been innate to the zombie itself.

Thinking of this, Song Zhao's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had some guesses in his heart as to why this zombie was so special.

If there were no problems with all the steps, then the problem could only lie in the residual soul he had summoned!

Initially, to hasten the awakening of the zombie's spiritual intelligence, the residual soul he had summoned must have been significant, perhaps the Spirit Soul of some great individual, which he had summoned and locked inside this zombie.

At the thought of this possibility, a shiver ran down Song Zhao's spine.

If this were true, it meant he had interfered with the reincarnation of some great individual, and what's more, had trapped it inside the body of a Corpse Demon, a grave offense.