Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The process was far more difficult than he had anticipated.

The Yuan Qi in the air was as elusive as sly fish, hard to catch. His thoughts were like a dulled tool covered in dust, difficult to precisely guide the weak circulation of blood and Qi, always finding it hard to channel Qi into the body.

Time passed little by little.

Sweat soaked through Chu Zheng's tattered clothes, mixed with dirt and grime, sticky and uncomfortable. The wound on the back of his head, under the sustained concentration of thought, seemed to begin to faintly ache again.

In the blink of an eye, nearly an hour had passed.

For Chu Zheng, who once could circulate thousands of circuits of Qi in just a finger snap, this hour felt as long as a century.

He could only grope like a blind man in the dark, slowly eliminating the interferences inside and outside his body, repeatedly adjusting his breathing.

In the blink of an eye, another moment passed, a wisp of Yuan Qi so weak it was almost imperceptible, like a spark in a long night, emerged in his meridians.

Chu Zheng's spirit was slightly lifted, not daring to slacken in the slightest, he cautiously wrapped this wisp of faint Qi sensation with his thoughts, like protecting a candle flickering in the wind, guiding it along the most basic and simple circulation of the Qi-refining Technique, starting an extremely slow operation.

One Grand Circulation.

For someone once in the Ancestral Realm, this basic circulation that didn't even count as breathing, now consumed a huge amount of Chu Zheng's mental energy.

His thoughts were highly concentrated, sweat trailing down his gaunt cheeks, dripping onto the cold yellow earth, his body trembling slightly as if under invisible pressure.

That wisp of weak yet very real Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, after completing one whole Grand Circulation with great difficulty, finally successfully transformed into a strand of the purest Life Yuan Qi.

A cool, gentle breath rose from the Dantian, slowly flowing towards the back of his head, the dull ache that clung to his bones like a maggot seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible hand, starting to significantly ease.

The discomfort all over his body caused by weakness and old injuries also seemed to be injected with a faint vitality, receiving initial nourishment and recovery.

Although it was still far from healing, at least it was no longer pure torment.

Feeling this tangible change, Chu Zheng didn't have much joy in his heart; instead, an extremely complex emotion welled up, with a hint of self-mocking absurdity.

Hundred Days Spiritual Transformation…

He, Chu Zheng, once the supreme in command of Heavenly Fate, overlooking the Myriad Heavens and Realms in the Ancestral Realm, unexpectedly one day, had to tread the path of Hundred Days Spiritual Transformation on the road back to cultivation.

Time slipped away in focused cultivation, from the blistering sun overhead to the shadows of the setting sun.

Chu Zheng, like a stone statue, remained seated cross-legged in the cold corner of the alley, all his mind immersed in the process of repeatedly conducting Grand Circulations, guiding that faint Yuan Qi to nourish and repair this battered body.

Until sunset.

The Nine Major Circuits of Qi completed, the clouds at the edge of the sky had been dyed a magnificent gold-red, and the light in the alley became dim and hazy.

Chu Zheng finally slowly finished his practice, exhaling a long breath mixed with a bit of impurity.

With the completion of the final Circuit of Qi, the wisp of faint Qi within temporarily settled in the Dantian, still as thin as a strand of silk, but now able to exist stably and gradually circulate on its own, continually nourishing the body.

The dull pain at the back of his head had mostly disappeared; the injury had mostly healed under the nourishment of Yuan Qi, leaving only a faint soreness.

Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar heaven and earth before him, hesitating for a moment, then got to his feet.

At this moment, the hunger in his belly was like a burning fire. The solution he could think of, apart from begging, was to find the girl named Xue Qing he met during the day.

In his current state, wandering outside risked starving to death on the streets.