Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 555 - 394: A Huge Favor, Life-saving Talisman

Chapter 555 -394: A Huge Favor, Life-saving Talisman

Cultivation has reached the level of Wan Wenfeng, he wouldn’t mention meaningless words without reason.

The moment he spoke just now, Song Lingxue’s heart became alert.

The Execution Department is the core of the Martial Hall Master’s war faction. Wan Wenfeng is also a member of Fu Pinglan’s faction, not on the same path as her, and is very dangerous for Chu Zheng.

She didn’t care what Wan Wenfeng was thinking, but when it concerned Chu Zheng, she could no longer remain ambiguous in her attitude.

These times are different from the past. She is now an Upper Realm Great Saint, just a step away from the Space-time Domain. With the Martial Ancestor as her master in the Martial Hall, relying on this great support, she now has a certain amount of influence.

Moreover, she already has the support of Ji Zhouyin, so on this issue of stance, she cannot have any hesitation.

She wants everyone in the Martial Hall to know that Chu Zheng is very important to her.

Fu Pinglan had previously personally ordered the killing of Chu Zheng. If today passed vaguely, and Wan Wenfeng received some wrong information from her, it could pose a great threat to Chu Zheng’s safety.

As for whether these words were somewhat offensive to Wan Wenfeng, this was completely beyond Song Lingxue’s concern.

The previous Martial Ancestor once predicted her fate, stating that she was destined to die by the hands of her kin under the Blood Fiend fate.

In other words, except for her kin, no one else had the qualification to kill her.

Even though Wan Wenfeng is now a Martial Emperor, in her eyes, he is only like decaying wood and rotten grass.

Given some more time to step into the Space-time Domain, even a Martial Emperor would be nothing.

Faced with Song Lingxue’s straightforward reply, Wan Wenfeng did not become angry, but slightly narrowed his eyes, murmuring:

“It was my misspeak.”

In just a few exchanges, the Space Channel had reached its end, and the Martial Hall was already in sight.

Wan Wenfeng glanced at Song Lingxue and said in a deep voice:

“There is still a vacancy in the Ancestral Realm quota. The Martial Ancestor no longer sees us. If Song Zhenchuan gets some news from the Martial Ancestor, I hope you will not hesitate to inform us. At that time, I will have a generous gift.”

After speaking, he added:

“A great gift beneficial to both you and your husband.”

Upon hearing this, Song Lingxue’s expression slightly shifted, the hint of goodwill in Wan Wenfeng’s words was quite clear.

The Martial Hall currently has a vacancy of half of Heaven’s Fortune, but there are forty-three candidates for the Martial Emperor.

These forty-three are all in the Perfect Martial Emperor Realm.

Martial Cultivators’ combat power is often linked to age, as one gets older, their vitality declines, naturally reducing combat power.

Apart from some who are very old and would find it hard to extend their life upon entering the Ancestral Realm, Wan Wenfeng still has at least thirty competitors.

The Heavenly Punishment Martial Emperor from Fu Pinglan’s war faction has already entered the Ancestral Realm with Heavenly Fate. With Ji Zhouyin as the Martial Ancestor, this quota naturally leans towards the conservatives.

“I noted it.”

Song Lingxue nodded in acknowledgment, casually opening a Space Channel that led directly into the depths of the Martial Hall.

Various Martial Emperors were returning one after another. The Martial Ancestor was not seeing anyone, but Song Lingxue was clearly an exception.

As soon as she entered the Martial Hall’s range, a space portal appeared in front of her.

Beyond the portal was the familiar ordinary Stone Hall, its violet-black stone walls engraved with patterns.

Last time she visited, Song Lingxue felt that the stone walls emitted a demonic sound, like wailing ghosts howling in her ears.

Now, with her cultivation change, the wailing howls turned into battle roars, interspersed with some Martial Arts Scripture meanings.

“Disciple Song Lingxue, greets the Hall Master.”

Song Lingxue’s demeanor was respectful, bowing deeply in salute.

Ji Zhouyin sat cross-legged in the hall, raised his eyes to look at Song Lingxue, and couldn’t help but show a trace of admiration:

“You forcibly consumed a Great Realm, and your body can actually withstand it, this Martial Arts Scripture… truly remarkable.”

At over two thousand years old, crossing into the Great Saint Peak, even the Ancient Martial Ancestor hadn’t achieved that.

After a moment, Ji Zhouyin slightly shook his head, his voice tinged with regret:

“Even if you step into the Space-time Domain, your lifespan may not reach one hundred thousand, still less than a Great Saint of Martial Path. If the battles are more frequent, it would be even shorter, perhaps you might die before me…”

“Traversing in two thousand years a path others couldn’t in twenty thousand, there must be a cost to bear. Barely surviving, merely extending a life, has no meaning for me.”

Regarding her lifespan, Song Lingxue didn’t care. In her view, living meaningfully is far more important than living long.

Recalling Wan Wenfeng’s words, Song Lingxue paused in silence for a moment, then respectfully asked, “Wan Wenfeng seeks to probe through me. Dare I ask Martial Ancestor, is there any decision?”

“I have chosen three people, you look over them.”

Ji Zhouyin did not shy away, lifting his hand lightly, and three names appeared in the void.

‘Yu Heming’, ‘Yu An’, ‘Wan Wenfeng’

Song Lingxue looked at these three names, frowning slightly in doubt.

Now she was no longer completely ignorant about the Martial Hall’s situation. If she remembered correctly, all these names are from Fu Pinglan’s war faction.

“These three are in their prime vitality years, slightly less gifted than the Heavenly Punishment, each was the leader of True Inheritors back then, giving the quota to any is feasible.”

Ji Zhouyin slowly raised his hand, pushing the three names in front of Song Lingxue, saying in a deep voice:

“You choose.”

“Me?”

Song Lingxue was startled, somewhat incredulous: “Do I have this qualification?”

She wouldn’t undervalue herself but wasn’t so arrogant to this extent.

This is a quota for entering the Ancestral Realm, an opportunity to transcend the masses, concerning the future of the Martial Path.

“If I say you have, then you naturally have.”

Ji Zhouyin spoke in a deep voice: “The person you choose, I will inform him, this quota is due to your choice.”

“Hall Master… what do you mean by this?”

Song Lingxue was puzzled, such a major affair couldn’t plainly be child’s play.

“In the Martial Hall, you need a foundation, otherwise, in the future when facing a calamity, you won’t be able to pass it.”

Ji Zhouyin gradually lowered his eyelids, his tone growing somber: “I give you this favor, as your foundation.”

This answer clearly revealed nothing, Song Lingxue’s face was solemn, she frowned and inquired, “Please Hall Master, enlighten me.”

“When the Martial Ancestor predicted your fate back then, it was divined that you would face a great calamity, partly due to Chu Zheng, and partly to shield you from it. So, the Martial Ancestor specially left you a life-saving talisman.”

Ji Zhouyin did not conceal, straightforwardly explaining: “This great calamity is perilous, to avoid unexpected incidents, you need more allies within the Martial Hall, this favor is your entry point.”

At this point, his gaze suddenly turned sharp:

“Since the Martial Ancestor has foretold your fate, then your destiny cannot change. You must complete the journey of your life, and die when it’s your time to die!”