Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Cangyun Realm, Song Lingxue."

Song Ling raised her head, spoke softly to declare her identity, and quietly sized up the person before her.

The figure was indistinct, surrounded by a mist of blood, clearly just a projection; close to forty years old, eight feet tall, clad in a grey martial robe, the edges and sleeves embroidered with golden threads depicting various patterns of Otherkind.

The patterns seemed to bleed, and faintly, the roars of Otherkind could be heard.

"Martial Hall Guide Envoy, Ji Hong, has seen Song Zhenchuan."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists in salute and flipped his hand to produce a blood-colored Spirit Pill, presenting it before Song Lingxue:

"The Hall Master has been informed that you passed the Blood Trial; please, after Song Zhenchuan rests, follow me back to the Martial Hall."

Song Lingxue took the Spirit Pill but did not consume it, manipulating the Blood Fiend beside her to support her body.

Without the protective Blood Fiend that she had condensed, her veins would have already ceased, and her blood drained, leading to her death.

She glanced at Ji Hong before her, speaking in a deep tone,

"I want to see Xie Xingzhong, Yu Ning."

These two were the only people she knew within the Martial Hall; apart from them, she had to be wary of anyone else.

Moreover, her father, Song Tonghai, and other Martial Cultivators who had come with them, including Li Mingzhou, were still with Xie Xingzhong.

"Currently, these two should be at The Battlefield of All Heavens; rest assured, Song Zhenchuan, the Martial Hall had already issued orders before I came here; Xie Xingzhong is already on his way back."

"After arriving at the Martial Hall, all arrangements concerning you will be handled by Xie Xingzhong; I am merely here to escort you back to the Martial Hall."

Ji Hong was not surprised by Song Lingxue's reaction. Leaving one's homeland and being alone in foreign lands, some wariness was only natural.

"Thank you, Guide Envoy, for leading the way."

Hearing this, Song Lingxue no longer insisted and nodded in agreement.

"Please follow me."

Ji Hong spoke softly in a gentle tone, then turned and stepped into the spatial passage. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

Throughout, his attitude was very friendly, even going so far as to offer a Spirit Pill from his own pocket, all to leave a good impression.

From the Immortal Realm World, those who broke free from the shackles of Heavenly Fate and stood out as Martial Arts Geniuses, none were simple characters; in the future, they could at least become Great Saints of the Martial Path, or even possibly step into the Space-time Domain and become Taoist Masters.

Moreover, Song Lingxue was one of the rare geniuses who chose to enter the Martial Hall by successfully passing the Blood Trial, a rarity even among the True Inheritors.

Therefore, the Hall Master was closely monitoring her condition.

In the years to come, Song Lingxue would surely have her place in the Martial Hall; establishing good relations in advance could do no harm.

Song Lingxue glanced at the rhino beneath her feet, activated the Slaughter Blood Descending Dragon Technique, and extracted most of its blood energy.

During the past half-year of relentless battles, the rhino's blood energy had nearly depleted, leaving only a small portion.

The blood energy transformed into a warm flow, coursing through her limbs and body, eventually accumulating in the Divine Orifice within her.

Her cultivation had just entered the Fifth Realm not long ago; only twelve Divine Orifices in her body were activated, but with the Divine Orifices for support, her physique had greatly improved, nourished by the blood energy, her rapid breathing soon smoothed.

Taking a breath, Song Lingxue quickly followed behind Ji Hong and stepped into the spatial passage.

The spatial passage was extremely short; in just a moment, Song Lingxue was already standing on solid ground.

Before her lay the vast expanse of the universe's starry sky, behind her stood a colossal light gate nearly ten thousand li high, its inner space brimming with starlight and reflecting the Luotian Starry Sky.

Beneath her feet lay a vast continent that spanned hundreds of thousands of li, which compared to the boundless starry sky, seemed like a solitary island.

Such islands, countless in number under the dome of this starry sky, stretched as far as the eye could see.

Before Song Lingxue could gather her wits, a group of people approached slowly, fourteen in total, all women dressed identically in outfits adorned with bright silver armor plates, the leader nearly thirty years old with exceptionally strong Blood Qi, having entered the Sixth Realm of Martial Arts, Divine Communication.

"These are Martial Servants, servants of the true inheritor of the Martial Hall. Starting today, they will take care of your daily needs. Anything you require for your cultivation, you can simply ask them to fetch," Ji Hong explained, then continued, "Song Zhenchuan just passed the Blood Trial, exhausted, and will first recover. In a month, the Hall Master will personally meet with you."

"Thank you."

Song Lingxue came to her senses and nodded in thanks.

"It's no trouble. As fellow members of the Martial Hall, it is only right," Ji Hong waved her hand and did not linger longer; her projection slowly dissipated.

To forge closer ties, there was no need to rush; showing too much eagerness at this moment could backfire. The balance in this interaction needed to be delicately handled.

Song Lingxue turned to the woman leading the group and asked softly, "What is your name?"

The woman bowed deeply, her expression respectful, and said, "Song Yi."

Hearing this, Song Lingxue furrowed her brow slightly and scrutinized the Martial Servants in front of her. After a moment, she noticed something unusual.

The skin of these women subtly exhibited a metallic sheen, unlike the flesh of normal living creatures, more akin to weapons.

Song Lingxue looked at the other Martial Servants and asked a few more questions.

Indeed, the remaining thirteen individuals were named Song Er to Song Shisi, all bearing her surname without their own given names.

Martial Servants, as it turned out, were not normal living creatures, but rather a type of unique puppet crafted by the Martial Hall, inspired by other Taoist orthodoxies.

These puppets were convenient to use, as one did not need to consider their loyalty; the only drawback was that the crafting process was complicated, required significant resources, and needed time for meticulous training and the implantation of extensive information about the Martial Hall.

The resources spent on crafting Song Yi alone could have created more than ten, possibly many more, Martial Artists in the Divine Communication Realm. Mass production was not economical for the Martial Hall.

These fourteen individuals named Song Yi, newly created specifically for Song Lingxue, were a privilege reserved for the true inheritors of the Martial Hall.

Song Yi opened a space portal with a gesture and bowed, "I will take you to the Lingxue Realm for recovery. Please follow me."

"Lingxue Realm?"

Song Lingxue paused for a moment, asked briefly, and then was struck with indescribable amazement.

Each true inheritor of the Martial Hall had their own Great Realm, with all resources within that realm belonging to the inheritor.

The Great Realm that now belonged to Song Lingxue had just been renamed 'Lingxue' today.

Through Song Yi, Song Lingxue learned about the specifics of her Great Realm.

This Great Realm was governed by an Eighth Order Otherkind in charge of the Heavenly Dao, with over a hundred Seventh Order living creatures and more than one hundred billion Sixth Order and below, overflowing with cultivation resources.

From today on, all these had become the private property of Song Lingxue.

Having just joined the Martial Hall, Song Lingxue had already realized what it meant to be immensely wealthy; the welcome gift from the Martial Hall was even more formidable than the Cangyun Realm she remembered.