Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

She gazed at Chu Zheng, her eyes clear with no excess emotion, almost commanding in her reminder:

"Hurry up and eat before it gets cold."

She put the bowl down and casually said, "Keep the bowl, you don't need to give it back to me."

Pausing, her tone became heavier, carrying a note of admonition:

"Remember, hide it well, don't let others snatch it away."

It was only at that moment that Chu Zheng's gaze truly focused on the girl's face, not yet fully grown but already showing some semblance of features.

This face...

In that instant, memories from deep within his soul, spanning across the river of space-time, burst forth like a dormant volcano erupting.

Countless fragmented images continued to emerge in his chaotic mind, interweaving to form some broken memories.

A name slipped out instinctively:

"Ling... Xue..."

The voice was dry and hoarse, laden with a heavy sense of unfamiliarity, as if it did not belong to him.

The girl, preparing to stand, suddenly halted, turning her head abruptly, her large, clear eyes widening in undisguised astonishment:

"You're not mute?!"

Her voice suddenly escalated with some surprise, "Could that beating have fixed you?!"

She scrutinized Chu Zheng from top to bottom but quickly calmed herself, this foolish beggar suddenly being able to speak was strange, but nothing worth delving into deeply.

The girl stood up, waved at Chu Zheng:

"Alright then, if you're no longer dumb, stay with me from now on, and if you're bullied again, you can use my name."

She lifted her chin, enunciating each word crisply:

"Remember, my name is Xue Qing, everyone around here gives me some respect."

Having finished, she did not linger, turned around and left, her figure swiftly disappearing at the alley corner.

Chu Zheng stared blankly at the direction, at the place where Xue Qing vanished, his chaotic consciousness like mush, unable to grasp the meaning of Xue Qing's words as they buzzed in his mind.

He didn't know how long it had been until his cheek was burned by the heat rising from the bowl of wontons, and he snapped back to reality.

He picked up the bowl, his fingertips trembling, ignoring the scorching heat, he gulped down the wontons ravenously.

Feeling the cold and wet earth beneath him, and the dull pain still lingering at the back of his head, he moved his body with difficulty, crawling toward the alley corner.

In the corner of the alley, the rainwater left from last night gathered in the pits, forming a small patch of muddy puddle.

The surface of the water slightly rippled, reflecting the dim morning light of the sky, also reflecting Chu Zheng's own face.

Clothes ragged, barely covering the skinny, bony body, hair tangled and matted, smeared with dirt, face streaked with black and yellow, making it nearly impossible to discern the original skin tone.

Those eyes, large and vacant, filled with bewilderment and a hint of daze.

Cheeks sunken, ribs clearly visible, the whole body frail as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

In Chu Zheng's mind, fragments of memory images subtly began reviving, the scene before his eyes felt familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere before.

But despite pondering over it for a long time, he still couldn't find any trace.

Having crossed the river of space-time, many memories were washed away, many became vague, yet in contrast, memories of his past life grew progressively clearer.

At this moment, he could recall the Great Circulatory Qi Guideline, but couldn't remember the various divine secret skills within the Eternal Calamity Treasure Record, even the names were hard to complete.

Chu Zheng leaned against the wall of the alley, striving to recall his memories, struggling for a long time before he vaguely grasped the outline.

He had come from the future, to investigate the events of that battle in ancient times, for the Reincarnation Road, and also...

A marriage certificate suddenly appeared in his mind, he suddenly understood, he was married, his wife's name was Song Lingxue...

The strength of a child's divine soul made it difficult to digest the overwhelming memory influx; many memories were sealed, compressed deep within Chu Zheng's divine soul.

With his consciousness fully awake, the enormous feeling of temporal dislocation brought waves of dizziness.

Chu Zheng gradually calmed his emotions and instinctively attempted to activate the Qi Cultivation Mnemonic.

Waves of weakness surged, an unprecedented sense of sluggishness instantly filled his entire body.

Years of Qi refining, the breathing of Qi-refining Technique, for Chu Zheng, had almost become instinct, engraved deep within his soul.

Once, Qi-refining Technique flowed in his hands like stars surging, vast and boundless, where his thoughts reached, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi bowed, completing the circulation instantly, nourishing the Daoist Body, converting divine power.

But now, this weak body, meridians like dried creeks, became the greatest obstacle, under his conscious control, the weak blood and Qi within him tried in vain to follow the route of Qi-refining Technique, but was blocked at every turn.

Meridians narrowed and congested, the abundant Yuan Qi in the world was, for the time being, difficult for this body to effectively absorb.

Every push of thought felt like trudging through muddy swamps, heavy and stagnant, completely devoid of the seamless fluidity and synergy of the past.

"Indeed..."

Chu Zheng was not surprised, having lost the Dao Seed, all cultivation could only rely on this mortal body itself, starting from scratch, able to proceed only one step at a time.

He forced himself to endure the dull pain still faintly emanating from the back of his head, suppressing the weakness and discomfort brought by long-term hunger and injuries, sitting cross-legged, hands open towards the sky.

This action was still somewhat strenuous for this frail body; he set aside all distracting thoughts, immersing his entire mind within, like a true beginner, once again sensing the meager Yuan Qi drifting between Heaven and Earth.