Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"What's your name?"

Xue Qing glanced at Chu Zheng, then without waiting for his reply, she directly said:

"Forget it, I never cared about you before. From today on, I'll give you a new name, Zheng Chu. Live honestly and start anew."

Upon hearing the name Zheng Chu, Chu Zheng's brows slightly furrowed, once again doubting whether the illusion before him was real or fake.

This name... is it really the origin?

"From today on, your name is Zheng Chu. Remember it?"

Xue Qing asked, and seeing Chu Zheng nod, she then pulled out five translucent Spiritual Coins from her sleeve and stuffed them into his hand:

"Return them to whichever family they belong to, and remember to come home for lunch at noon."

Having said that, she turned straight and walked out of the secluded alley.

Weighing the Spiritual Coins in his hand, Chu Zheng casually put them into his chest, not caring much about Xue Qing's words.

In the Near Immortal Realm of ancient times, compared to Cangyun, the environment was much stronger. The common folk here also used Crystal Coins made from Spirit Stones.

The Crystal Coins given by Xue Qing were of the lowest class, essentially made from used Spirit Stones, circulating only among mortals. The secular dynasty remained under the supervision of the Cultivation Sects, this had not changed.

Although there were many Taoist Orthodoxy existing in the Near Immortal Realm now, each orthodoxy had certain thresholds. For most mortals, it's still an unreachable gate to heaven.

Moreover, the reproduction rate of mortals was incredibly fast, each decade bringing a new generation, causing the population to rise exponentially over a hundred years.

All living creatures have the right to reproduce, not to mention among these mortals, there might be those born with extraordinary talents, so no one would forcibly interfere with management, relying only on the hands of the secular dynasty.

And the only ones capable of manufacturing Spiritual Coins were the Cultivation Sects and the secular dynasty. With this lifeline on their hands, management becomes relatively easier.

Chu Zheng wandered outside for quite a while, only returning to Xue Qing's residence at noon.

A secluded courtyard, leaning against the corner of the city, occupying a space of seven to eight zhang square, less than ten steps away was the moat.

Xue Qing's father had died early, her mother was old, had aspirated water in her early years during a flood, leaving her lungs with chronic illness, coughing and gasping throughout the year, bedridden for the past two years, the household was just the two of them.

Upon entering, Chu Zheng found Xue Qing sitting in the courtyard, and as soon as he returned, she immediately came forward with a stern face to search his body.

In just a few moves, she found those five translucent Spiritual Coins, said nothing, pushed Chu Zheng out the door, then lifted her leg and kicked him, sending him flying two zhang away.

"Return them!"

She glared at Chu Zheng, her eyes flaring with anger, slammed the door shut with a bang.

'Not easy to fool...'

Chu Zheng hissed quietly, rubbed his burning backside, got up and obediently returned the Spiritual Coins.

When he came back again, dusk was already falling, and dinner was already set on the small table in the courtyard.

After eating, Xue Qing led Chu Zheng to the woodshed in the back room, which had been cleaned and a low bed set up.

"Tomorrow morning you're coming out with me, I'll take you to earn money. Remember to return those five Spiritual Coins to me, and wash up by the river at night, it's convenient."

After reminding him, Xue Qing left the room and closed the door.

Chu Zheng lay face up on the low wooden bed, its boards creaking lightly, with the cotton inside the coarse cloth bedding exuding a warm, woody fragrance, retaining a hint of the sun's warmth.

Coughing sounds came intermittently from the other side of the wall, tugging at one's heart like wrenching pain.

For a moment, Chu Zheng was lost in thought. Without the memories in his mind, he wouldn't be able to distinguish whether this was an illusion.

After a long while, he sat up, circulated the Circuit of Qi, calmed his spirit, absorbed Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

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The following morning.

Noticing movement in the adjacent room, Chu Zheng opened the door and walked out first.

Xue Qing was already tidying up in the courtyard. Seeing Chu Zheng come out, she immediately tossed the package in her hands over, instructing:

"For the next few days, we'll be helping at the blacksmith's shop in the west of the city, just follow me."

The package contained some dry food for breakfast, a surprisingly large amount, along with a change of clothes, prepared for both of them.

After more than an hour, the two arrived at the west of the city. When Chu Zheng followed with a calm breath, Xue Qing couldn't help being slightly surprised, clicking her tongue in wonder:

"Amazing, that beating wasn't in vain."

This route, an average person couldn't walk in one go, let alone a frail beggar. Perhaps during the beating, his meridian apertures were coincidentally opened, resulting in the changes.

Not thinking much on this, as the world is vast and full of wonders, it was inexplicable even for her to have this Divine Power.

Soon, the two arrived at the door of the blacksmith's shop, and most of the dry food enough to feed a dozen adults was already consumed by Xue Qing.

Upon reaching the door, Chu Zheng immediately noticed the bronze tripod he had seen before.

This tripod was apparently borrowed by Xue Qing from the blacksmith's shop.

In front of the blacksmith's shop stood a robust man around forty years old, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, who upon seeing Xue Qing, his face immediately beamed with joy and waved repeatedly:

"Xue Qing, hurry up, hurry up, this time the urgency from above is burning eyebrows, if you finish on time, I'll triple your pay!"

Upon hearing triple pay, Xue Qing's face finally showed some smiles: "Uncle Qin, I don't dare make promises, I can only do my best to help you. You can pay as you see fit."

Saying this, she pushed Chu Zheng forward: "He can work too, he has strength, you can arrange it."

The robust man glanced at Chu Zheng, said no more, called someone over, whispered a few words, then led Chu Zheng inside.