Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

By noon, the flow of people before Yuncao City was like a woven tapestry.

Before the city tower, a bounty list was posted, with a glance revealing no fewer than twenty-odd posters.

Committing crimes through martial arts was not anything new since ancient times; with the vastness of the world, even for Grandmasters with profound inner strength, seeking someone was like searching for a needle in the ocean, relying only on wanted orders to find clues.

Chu Zheng scanned over these wanted posters, the reward amounts varying. The highest was worth a hundred thousand taels of silver, for a Grandmaster who had vanished without a trace for nearly twenty years.

The most recent news about this Grandmaster was that they had appeared near the Imperial Capital, and considering the safety of the Imperial Capital, the reward for this Grandmaster had recently increased by a significant amount.

As for the bounty on Tree Root, it was only a hundred taels, ranked at the very bottom. In fact, if it weren't for the issue concerning the tombs of lords and princes, Tree Root would not even qualify to be on the list.

Chu Zheng stared at the wanted posters for a moment, then stepped out from the crowd and approached the wanted orders.

This action immediately attracted the attention of many people. Soon, someone recognized that his appearance was identical to the one on the wanted orders, stirring up a wave of whispers.

"My surname is Chu, and my name is Zheng, not Tree Root."

Chu Zheng lifted his hand, took down the wanted order, turned back to face the crowd, and spoke in a calm voice:

"From today onwards, I claim to be the number one under the heavens. Those who disagree, come find me in the Imperial Capital. I will stay in the Imperial Capital for two years, giving everyone an opportunity."

He could no longer use the name Tree Root; walking the world without his real name made this life's trials and tribulations meaningless for him.

Now that he had reached Spirit Transformation, the people on this planet were hardly a challenge for the current Chu Zheng.

He did not plan to stay on this planet for too long; he intended to acquire as many resources as possible in the shortest time, push his cultivation to the pinnacle, and then contacting the Tianyao Federation was his next course of action.

Lingering here, with a weak foundation, was like a Hidden Dragon trapped in shallow waters, a sheer waste of time.

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious scoundrel!"

Shing——

Angry shouts mixed with the sounds of swords and sabers being drawn exploded in unison.

The Imperial Guards stationed near the wanted orders reacted immediately, drawing their blades and encircling Chu Zheng like a pack of wolves.

"Imperial Guards apprehend the thief, bystanders step back!"

A general clad in dark armor, holding a long spear, strode over with the might of a dragon and tiger. The clanging of his iron armor resounded, and with a long howl like a booming bell, it shook the field, clearly having cultivated inner strength.

He leaped up suddenly, shattering more than a dozen blue bricks; as his imposing figure rose into the air, his long spear came down like a giant axe aimed at Chu Zheng's crown. The strike, with Colossal Strength of thousands of pounds, would tear apart even tigers and wolves.

Chu Zheng was unmoved; he neatly folded the wanted order and placed it in his pocket, then turned and headed towards the port.

Whoosh——

A rumbling gust of wind sounded in the void, a mighty whirlwind that appeared from nowhere, sweeping up by Chu Zheng's side, sweeping in all directions.

The furious charge of the dark-armored general, along with dozens of Imperial Guards, were all swept away by the hurricane, like leaves in the wind, pushed back hundreds of yards.

In the Spirit Transformation Realm, possessing Divine Abilities and Techniques, to mortals he was nothing less than an Immortal, an insurmountable barrier.

Chu Zheng strode across the street without a sideways glance, quickly reaching the vicinity of the port.

The Imperial Guards following him numbered in the hundreds; facing several hundred elite warriors in iron armor, including masters who had cultivated inner strength, even a common Grandmaster would taste defeat.

Learning from their previous encounter, these Imperial Guards didn't approach Chu Zheng, but drew Strong Bows and crossbows, loading them with Feathered Arrows gleaming with cold light.

Swish——

In the blink of an eye, two volleys were loosed; the arrows sliced through the air, their piercing whistles echoing continuously, a terrifying sight with a thousand arrows filling the sky.

Chu Zheng stopped in his tracks, his robe billowing gently; as the crossbow arrows approached within three yards of him, they all fell to the ground, not a single feather touching him.

"No more than three offenses; provoke me again, and I'll take your heads," he said glancing at the nearby Imperial Guards, his low voice halting the movements of hundreds of soldiers. The arrows were nocked, yet no one dared to shoot.

All were martial practitioners, and in just two short exchanges, they had recognized the vast gulf between them and Chu Zheng—an unbridgeable chasm, and to engage again would likely be suicidal.

In that moment, the expressions of the many captains of the Imperial Guards, as well as the martial bystanders, were filled with utter shock.

Since the inception of the Yuangu Dynasty 576 years ago, there had never been someone who regarded hundreds of elite iron-armored soldiers as nothing.

Moreover, the youth before them looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old; even if one had practiced martial arts since the womb, they should not possess such inhuman strength.

Under the gaze of hundreds of Imperial Guards, Chu Zheng entered the port, randomly picked a small boat, and took out a silver note worth a hundred taels, tossing it to the boatman:

"I've bought this boat," he said succinctly.

Once the boatman carefully verified the authenticity of the silver note, joy spread across his face, and he hurriedly disembarked and went ashore:

"As you please, hero."

Chu Zheng, without a word, lightly activated the Yuan Qi within him; at the stern, a hundred-yard wave erupted like an arrow, speeding down the river, straight toward the Imperial Capital.

Even in the bleakest of lands, heaven sometimes yields ancient medicine and Heavenly and Earthly Treasures; the Imperial Palace was bound to be filled with countless rarities, making it the most time-efficient destination.

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Yuncao City was well-connected, and in just one night, the news of a peerless young Grandmaster's emergence spread like wildfire throughout the world, causing a sensation.

To be merely fourteen or fifteen and openly declaring to be the foremost under the heavens.

This was the first time in recorded history that anyone had dared to make such an audacious claim.

But with him single-handedly repelling hundreds of Imperial Guards and thousands of arrows falling without touching a feather, many had witnessed this astonishing feat with their own eyes—it was genuine and substantial.