Shi Qingyun replied, "Senior, I am thirty-two years old this year."
Yang Yitian clicked his tongue twice: "Not bad, you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage at only thirty-two. You must have good aptitude. Even if you have to start over, it'll be fine."
Shi Qingyun was naturally aware of his talent; it was precisely because of his daily reassurance that he was hailed as the number one genius among the younger generation in Dongzhong. He had left all other cultivators of his age far behind. But who knew!
Qi Zhiheng asked in a low voice, "Tell me, who did you offend?"
Shi Qingyun's eyes flashed, and she thought of something and said, "Actually, it's because of a treasure. It's a round black piece. I don't know what it is. I only know that it's an heirloom left to me by my mother. She said it was left by my grandmother's generation and then passed down to me. I've always carried it with me."
That's exactly what happened. Someone took a liking to Shi Qingyun's things and mentioned them intentionally or unintentionally. Anyone with sense would know to rush over and give them away, but Shi Qingyun didn't do that. These were his last possessions, and of course he couldn't just give them away like that. He simply pretended not to know the other party's hint.
Who knew that when the other party's hints failed, he directly framed Shi Qingyun, saying that Shi Qingyun stole his treasures, not only taking everything he had, but also abolishing Shi Qingyun's cultivation, breaking his dantian, and severing his meridians!
Shi Qingyun was such a prominent figure in Dongzhou, yet he was treated like this. Naturally, he felt resentful, but his own strength was too weak to be a match for the other party.
Fortunately, the other party intended to torture him rather than kill him immediately, which allowed him to survive until now. He also happened to meet Qi Zhiheng, who was willing to help him. Otherwise, he would have surely lost his life in the sea.
Qi Zhiheng didn't feel much after hearing this; killing to steal treasure was a matter of course.
Qi Zhiheng suddenly said, "You'll definitely want revenge in the future, right?"
Shi Qingyun was taken aback, worried that Qi Zhiheng might decide not to treat him because of his answer. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Senior is overthinking it. It is already a blessing from heaven that I was able to escape with my life. I dare not presume to seek revenge."
Qi Zhiheng's lips twitched: "You're speaking through gritted teeth, can't you be a little more sincere? Don't worry, I'm not that unreasonable. If you really have the ability in the future, you can take revenge, but you can't do it in the name of our city. Also, be discreet when you do it, and don't let a third person know if you can avoid it."
Shi Qingyun: "Yes, senior."
Qi Zhiheng said, "Given your current situation, leaving will be difficult. Why don't you stay in my city and help out for now? You can rebuild your cultivation. Once your cultivation level improves, you can leave later." Since the other party was leaving, Qi Zhiheng naturally wouldn't give him pills for nothing, nor would he teach him any cultivation techniques. He wasn't a cultivator from his city, so he naturally wouldn't rush to offer resources.
Shi Qingyun's gratitude towards Qi Zhihao reached a new level.
Qi Zhiheng then gave him two bottles of pills: "You must take both of these pills, one a day, and you will recover in ten days."
After Qi Zhiheng gave him the pills, he told him to go and heal his injuries on his own.
Qi Zhiheng and the others did not wait there for long before they received a message from Tong Zixing.
Tong Zixing asked Qi Zhiheng if he was free, as he wanted to pay him a visit in person.
Qi Zhiheng was dispensable, and they arranged to meet again after they picked up the person. About ten days later, Shi Qingyun's injuries had recovered, and she began cultivating, successfully drawing qi into her body.
Qi Zhiheng didn't hesitate and immediately had someone take a pill to speed up their cultivation.
After all, the other party wasn't a complete novice, so there was no need for him to proceed cautiously; he could directly help his cultivation level improve significantly.
Then, after consuming Qi Zhiheng's top-grade pill, Shi Qingyun successfully became a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining. Only three days had passed.
It was at this very moment that the spirit boat from Nanzhou was about to dock and land.
Before this, the ships from the Western Continent had already arrived, and now only the spirit ships from the Southern Continent and the Northern Continent remained to arrive.
Qi Zhiheng waited on the shore for the boat to dock, feeling a little nervous.
"The spirit ship from the Southern Continent has docked!"
With that announcement, the sects of the Southern Continent's most talented cultivators were all waiting on the sidelines.
People came down one after another, and some of them immediately saw Qi Zhiheng.
Qi Zhiheng was quite famous in the Southern Continent, and many people had seen him during the last campaign. Seeing him in the Central Continent now, they couldn't help but wonder if they were seeing things.
"Is that person Qi Zhiheng?"
"Qi Zhiheng? He just looks like him, right? What's Qi Zhiheng doing here?"
"You don't know? Qi Zhiheng went to break through the barrier of Zhongzhou a long time ago, and he should have succeeded."
"Wow! Qi Zhiheng is so amazing!"
"It's a pity that I have to go with the team, otherwise I would have liked to go and say hello. I wonder how he's doing in Central Continent."
"It must be Qi Zhiheng. Look at the person next to him, isn't that his Daoist partner? I've seen her before."
"This couple is truly remarkable; they actually overcame the difficulties together."
"This time, are they here to pick up the cultivators from the God of Slaughter Sect? I heard that the entire Qi family is here."
The conversation then returned to the Qi family, and they chatted idly for a while.
Qi Zhiheng also saw some familiar cultivators and waved to them.
The other person waved back. In a place like Zhongzhou where they were unfamiliar with each other, meeting someone from the same continent inevitably made them feel a sense of kinship.
Qi Zhiheng waited until everyone had left, but still didn't see anyone from the Qi family. He figured they weren't on the spirit boat.
Those cultivators who had been brought down left with their respective sects, though a few whose aptitudes were rejected were somewhat dejected. Seeing that Qi Zhiheng was the most familiar to them, they wanted to inquire about how to establish themselves in the Central Continent.
Qi Zhiheng didn't stand on ceremony and immediately accepted them: "The force I belong to is just a city, and it's the lowest level city. If you have nowhere to go, you can come with me. Putting aside everything else, I can make complete decisions about my city. As long as you don't cause trouble, I won't make you suffer."
When everyone heard that Qi Zhiheng already had his own city in Zhongzhou, they all offered their compliments. Then they all expressed their desire to join him.
They couldn't know the details of other sects, but they trusted Qi Zhiheng's character, so joining Qi Zhiheng's sect wouldn't be a loss for them.
Qi Zhiheng didn't have much of a desire to take in these cultivators; his city did indeed need to replenish its ranks.
Three days later, another spirit ship belonging to the Southern Continent docked.
Qi Zhiheng stared at the crowd that came out and soon spotted a familiar figure—Que Hanhai, whom he hadn't seen in a long time!
Qi Zhiheng thought to himself that his family was probably on this funeral boat.
As the processions came out one by one, Qi Zhiheng finally saw the Qi family members. Leading them was his great-grandfather, Qi Wantian, followed closely by his grandparents, father, and others.
Qi Zhiheng rushed forward and called out, "Great-Grandpa! I'm here!"
When the Qi family heard Qi Zhiheng's voice, they all turned around and were overjoyed to see him.
Quite a few people came along this time; almost the whole family came.
Along with his twin brother and his triplets.
The first to jump out was Qi Zhiheng's second son, Erbao. He jumped up and waved excitedly, "Father! Daddy! We're here!"
Qi Zhiheng's sons are now all thirty years old. Over twenty years have passed, and the little kids have grown into adults. Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian both felt a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both feelings and reflection).
Many people have witnessed what happened here.
Tong Qiaoxia, who was not far away, said with some surprise, "I didn't expect that Senior Qi actually has a son. His Daoist partner seems to be at the Mahayana stage. Could it be that he was born to a concubine?"
Generally, people who have given birth will have some damage to their foundation, making it difficult for them to cultivate. However, Yang Yitian does not seem to have a damaged foundation, so he must be the child left by Qi Zhiheng and his other concubines.
Yan Yun said, "That's not surprising. Most men in the cultivation world are like that. It's a willing exchange, there's nothing to say about it." Even so, she still had a slightly lower impression of Qi Zhiheng. As an ambitious female cultivator, she naturally disliked seeing female cultivators not being treated as equals, and she especially loathed those male cultivators who sought out cultivation vessels for their own cultivation.
Qi Zhiheng had no idea how he was perceived by others. At that moment, he was leading his family back to his stall.
Apart from Ye Xin, all the other family members came this time.
Ye Xin's aptitude was limited, and her cultivation level had not been able to rise to the Nascent Soul stage in such a short time, so naturally she could not come along.
However, she found her second spring in the Slaughtering God Sect. Because of her excellent cooking skills, she became a Daoist partner with a Golden Core cultivator, and found a place to rely on.
Because the cultivator was a decent person, the Qi family felt reassured.
Qi Zhiheng first looked at his son and found that he looked nine-tenths like him, but there was a difference in height.
Erbao, Qi Boyue, is naturally active and is the tallest of the three brothers. Next is Dabao, Qi Boyang, who is only a finger's width shorter than Erbao.
Qi Boxing was the smallest of the three treasures, a full half a head shorter than Da Bao, but Qi Zhiheng still remembered his divine ox strength...
She looks petite and delicate, but she could smash a mountain with a single punch...
Qi Zhiheng picked up his family and set up a stove next to the house that day, intending to cook a hot meal to welcome them back.
The remaining cultivators around were very curious about Qi Zhiheng's setup, wondering what he intended to do with the furnace.
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