Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

She suddenly looked up, her gaze piercing through the vast canopy of jewels. Outside the hall, on the plaza, hundreds of Red Flame Glaze Lamps suddenly extinguished.

Xue Qing shifted her gaze, sweeping across the entire plaza, the corners of her eyes reflecting a color close to depletion:

"Today's wedding, ends here."

"Everyone, please leave."

In an instant, the hall was in an uproar, no one knowing what had happened, but since Xue Qing had already given the order to leave, they could not remain and could only slowly disperse.

Several Great Saints sensed something amiss, their expressions all slightly tense, but for the moment it wasn't appropriate to step forward and inquire. If they angered Xue Qing for this, it would not be worth the cost.

Tu Fugui furrowed his brows slightly, glancing at Chu Zheng, pondering inwardly if this event was mishandled?

Xue Qing's gaze swept across the Great Saints, saying calmly, "What I said earlier still stands, so please, esteemed seniors, return first. I have some personal matters to handle."

The Great Saints remained silent, saying no more, saluteed, and left with their respective juniors.

In the crowd, Yun Tianji raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, his lips curling slightly, and he vanished with the departing throng in a flash.

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The guests retreated like a tide, taking the noise with them and sweeping away the deliberately piled up joy.

The plaza before the hall, bustling with noise moments ago, was now cold and silent.

Inside the grand hall, the red candles still burned high, yet at this moment, the flickering flames appeared somewhat desolate.

Xue Qing sat alone before the enormous glazed mirror.

The mirror, smooth as ice, clearly reflected her silhouette.

In an eye-catching scarlet wedding dress, layers of complex golden-red silk embroidered with cloud patterns, extremely luxurious.

Her gaze fell on the mirror, looking at her reflection within.

The glazed mirror reflected the flickering red candles, the entire room dyed in bright red, reflecting the wedding dress symbolizing earthly joy, yet now unbearably glaring.

Her lips curled slightly, a hint of self-mockery flashing in her eyes, the fiery red at this moment stabbing into the heart like an icicle.

In the silent hall, only the subtle crackling of the candles burning could be heard.

In this dead silence, Xue Qing looked at the woman in blazing red in the mirror, her red lips slightly parted, her voice light as a sigh crashing against the cold glaze of the mirror:

"How can one be... so cheap."

Chu Zheng entered the hall, hearing this sentence, his expression instantly changed.

Before he could speak, the heavy doors behind closed with a bang.

Xue Qing stood up, the Qi Blood Power belonging to the Martial Half-Saint around her suddenly awakened like a dormant volcano.

The air around her distorted, vibrating with a buzz.

Shred——

The piercing sound of tearing fabric resounded abruptly, and the fiery red wedding dress was instantly torn to shreds by the Qi Blood Power, fragile as thin paper, large remnants of red silk scattered and fell to the ground, spreading out a mess of crimson chaos.

Jewels and hairpins fell with a crisp jingle.

In an instant, the heavy wedding dress on Xue Qing vanished without a trace, revealing underneath a plain moon-white undergarment without a trace of color, her long black hair, freed from the golden hairpin's bondage, cascaded down like a waterfall, sliding over her shoulders and back, covering her hips and legs.

She suddenly turned around, reaching towards Chu Zheng, her movements quick as a phantom, carrying a force filled with Colossal Strength.

Chu Zheng only felt an overwhelming force hit him in the chest, his entire body like a kite with a broken string, helplessly flung back onto the wide and soft Cloud Couch.

His back hit the soft brocade quilt, bringing little pain, Chu Zheng's thoughts sank slightly, suppressing the Yuan Qi within his body that wanted to counteract instinctively.

Before he could react, his limbs were suddenly pinned down heavily.

Crack!

The cold and crisp sound of metal clamping rose almost simultaneously, bringing a familiar sense of restraint to his wrists and ankles.

The Spirit Lock on the Cloud Couch wound around quickly, fastening his limbs tight, stronger than before, suppressing the Yuan Qi completely, not even a ripple of struggle could appear.

Chu Zheng stared at Xue Qing's figure, his mind a mix of emotions, he could sense that Xue Qing was quite angry at this moment.

For the anger of Xue Qing right now, he could fully understand.

In her eyes, the so-called marriage, even the burning of the books and presenting the case, were merely excuses, rotten excuses.

What he did today was tantamount to making Xue Qing lose face completely in front of all the guests, a humiliation of the utmost degree.

Xue Qing's movements never paused, she stepped onto the Cloud Couch, and in Chu Zheng's slightly surprised gaze, she directly straddled him.

The rolling warmth of Qi Blood pressed heavily on Chu Zheng's waist and abdomen through the thin clothes, she looked down at him.

Those eyes clear as a Cold Pond no longer calm, but surging with an undercurrent Chu Zheng had never seen.

With a cold wintry fragrance, her long hair fell like a black curtain, brushing over Chu Zheng's forehead, cheeks, neck... bringing waves of tiny, dense itchiness.

"Originally..." Xue Qing began slowly, her voice hoarse, "I intended to give you a title."

Her gaze dropped, sharp as a knife, bending down slowly, she murmured by Chu Zheng's ear:

"But it seems unnecessary now."

As her words fell, Xue Qing turned her head suddenly, like an enraged beast, her white teeth bit down fiercely on Chu Zheng's neck.

Xue Qing bit down hard, seemingly merciless, the warm blood immediately gushing into her mouth.

The intense smell of blood spread across Xue Qing's tongue, carrying a hint of sinister sweetness that made one shiver.

The prickling pain from his neck made Chu Zheng momentarily lost in thought, his thoughts involuntarily scattering.

Why does this scene seem so familiar to him?

As if it had happened before.