System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

In a dark and oppressive atmosphere, thick, ink-like spiritual energy surged and spread.

The chaotic fighting continued in the distance.

Hearing Zhan Xin's answer, Chen Xuan felt helpless and muttered to himself, "This Zhan Xin is terrifyingly stubborn and simple-minded!" He looked up at Zhan Xin beside him, his eyes filled with a mix of teasing and anticipation.

"You're not planning to compensate me with Origin Liquid since you were able to replenish the precious liquid that severed my path to immortality by using forbidden techniques, are you?" Chen Xuan thought to himself as he pondered the value of the precious liquid, a sly glint in his eyes, and spoke to Zhan Xin through telepathy.

Zhan Xin's brows were furrowed, and she hesitated several times as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

Seeing her like this, Chen Xuan secretly felt smug and released his pent-up frustration. He teased, "Having saved my life twice, shouldn't I repay this favor with my body according to common sense?"

"Hmph!" Zhan Xin's chest heaved violently with anger, and a thin blush rose on her beautiful cheeks. She was furious at Chen Xuan's bold remarks. "I knew you were just like them!" she thought to herself, feeling annoyed that she had ended up in such an awkward situation, which was completely different from what she had originally imagined.

“It’s impossible before the Nascent Soul Realm, but after the Nascent Soul Realm…” Zhan Xin’s voice lowered unconsciously as she said this, as if she also thought Chen Xuan was right and was even considering this possibility.

Sure enough, the blush on her beautiful, aloof face grew even more intense, her eyes darted around, and she stammered, unable to continue speaking.

"Ahem, fairy, if you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself." Seeing Zhan Xin's appearance, Chen Xuan felt a pang of pity and smiled gently. "When we get back to Qingtian City, just give me a few thousand catties of Origin Liquid, that's fine. We're all in this together, no need to be so formal."

Hearing this, Zhan Xin glared at Chen Xuan fiercely, his eyes seeming to say, "Do you think ten thousand catties of Origin Liquid is just water?" He felt both annoyed and amused by Chen Xuan's seemingly casual but actually greedy request.

Just as the two were exchanging words and bargaining, the chaotic battle not far away had already come to an end.

At this moment, the battlefield was deathly silent, with only blood flowing like a river, and severed limbs scattered everywhere, a scene of hell on earth.

Chen Xuan's eyes were sharp as he looked at the tragic scene before him. He nodded to himself, confirming that it was exactly as he had predicted. The two most feared tribal princes had indeed not survived to the end.

The two survivors, though of average strength, managed to feign death and hide during the initial battle using a technique similar to the Turtle Breathing Technique.

When the winner was decided, they suddenly launched an attack and instantly killed the two who had barely won.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and appeared directly in front of the two. Wang Kaixuan and the others behind him quickly followed, their eyes filled with wariness and curiosity.

"Brother Beiming, we are the final winners. We hope you will keep your promise and give us a way out." The speaker was a man dressed in a black robe. He had a cold and sinister appearance and a fawning smile on his face, but the smile looked particularly eerie against his cold face.

However, before he could finish speaking, an arm pierced through his chest. The cold-blooded man stared in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. He slowly turned around and saw the other female cultivator who had survived with him. Her eyes were as cold as frost as she coldly said to him, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist."

"Why? We were the last ones alive, why did you attack me?" The cold man's voice trembled slightly, his heart filled with anger and resentment.

The female cultivator's eyes were sharp. Without the slightest hesitation, she gave a cold laugh and then looked at Chen Xuan respectfully, explaining, "Fellow Daoist Beiming wants to keep this a secret, so naturally the fewer people who know about it, the better."